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      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Kirishima_Eijirou
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Kirishima_Eijirou, Iida_Tenya, Kaminari_Denki, Toga
      Himiko, Bakugou_Katsuki's_Mother, Bakugou_Katsuki's_Father
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      just_to_be_safe, this_is_basically_a_Yondaime_Ooyamato_Tatsuyuki_AU,
      those_who_have_read_YOT_know_why_the_rape/non-con/underage_tag_is_there,
      Alternate_Universe_-_No_Powers, Alternate_Universe_-_Yakuza, you_don't
      need_to_read_YOT_to_read_this, not_sure_if_there_will_be_descriptive
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      Published: 2016-07-19 Updated: 2016-11-23 Chapters: 5/? Words: 14257
****** I Want Your Everything ******
by unravel_you
Summary
     Bakugou has a lot of problems. From his parents pressuring him into
     becoming the head of the Bakugou group, to his bodyguard acting more
     like a parent than his parents themselves, to his unrequited crush on
     this childhood friend.
     But then, a certain red haired angel comes into his life, and that's
     when shit hits the fan.
Notes
     This story was heavily inspired by the manga Yondaime Ooyamato
     Tatsuyuki (I say 'inspired' but really, it's just the same plot with
     just a few changes here and there).
     But! As I said in the tag, you don't need to read YOT to understand
     my story. This being said, if you like well written/drawn BL with a
     nice plot, tooth rotting fluff, badass characters and breath taking
     sex scenes, then I recommend it to you!
     Also! I'd like to thank @dekubowllover, @fuckits5am, @wander-reistar,
     @shadowsheyla, @blackroses-violetviolets, @ediblecats,
     @chocolatefilledharmonia and @laredla from tumblr for having
     encouraged me! I wouldn't have gotten the courage and motivation to
     write this fic without you guys, so thank you a lot! I hope I lived
     you to your expectations!
     This being said, I hope everyone enjoys my fic!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Chapter 1 *****
“Have you heard? About the son of the Midoriya family?”
 
“Yes, apparently he is very close to becoming the head of the group.”
 
“I’ve heard about him! Apparently he’s very diligent and hardworking. He gets
praised a lot, even here. No wonder so many people like him.”
 
“Yeah, he’s a good kid. All the opposite of our beast of a master.”
 
Shut the fuck up.
 
“By the way, have you heard? Apparently the kid’s got himself a boyfriend.”
 
“Boyfriend? As in—an actual boyfriend, a guy?”
 
“Yeah! Who would have thought? But apparently his family’s all cool with it.
That’s kind of weird, but hey, not our problem.”
 
Shut the fuck up, damn it.
 
“Do we know who the guy is?”
 
“I think it’s the son of some rich CEO or something. A weird guy, Todoroki
something--”
 
“Shut the fuck up!” Bakugou yelled angrily, kicking at the door separating him
and his so-called body guards. “I’m trying to sleep here! If you can’t keep
quiet then just fucking leave!”
 
He heard some shuffling behind the door, followed by a stuttered “Sorry Boss!”
and some light swearing, before everything got quiet.
 
Bakugou sighed, his eyebrows knitted together in an irritated scowl, and walked
back to his bed. He wasn’t really sleeping, just lying around, thinking. But to
think, he needed silence. He didn’t need those dumbasses speaking so loudly
that he could hear them, especially when they were talking about such a
sensitive subject.
 
Sensitive for him, at least.
 
“Fuck…” he hissed as he flopped down onto his bed, burying his face in a
pillow. He really did not need this right now. He wanted to forget, he wanted
to move forward, to think about other things.
 
So this was what dealing with a broken heart felt like.
 
Bakugou groaned into his pillow. He felt pathetic, like some lovesick high
school girl who got her heart broken by some douchebag. This was all Midoriya’s
fault. And that Todoroki guy too. And his parents too, because why not.
 
And in a certain way, Bakugou, too, was to blame.
 
“Fucking shit!” he yelled into his pillow, frustration swelling inside of him.
So many things were wrong with his life currently.
 
One of these was the fact that he was Bakugou Katsuki, fourth head of the
Bakugou family, and soon-to-be leader of this yakuza group. That is, if he
wanted to. And this is where things got difficult. He did notwant to become the
head of the family. It’s true that it was his main goal, his dream when he was
little. When he was still friend with Midoriya, when both of them swore to
become the head of their respective family and rule on the yakuza world.
Bakugou would be the ruthless, cool, badass type of yakuza and Midoriya would
be his kind but efficient partner and friend.
 
Just some children’s dream, of course.
 
As they grew up, Bakugou realized that he felt more than simple friendship or
camaraderie towards Midoriya. And at the same time, he noticed that Midoriya
was getting strong. While he had been quite a weak child in the past, as the
years went by, he became more intelligent, more sly, more efficient. A full-
fledge yakuza.
 
Bakugou didn’t like that.
 
He didn’t like the way his heart seemed to beat faster at the sight of the
other boy’s smile, his voice when he tried to calm him down after a rage fit,
his eyes that seemed to sparkle when they played together. Nor did he like the
way he felt a heavy weight settle in the pit of his stomach every time he
witnessed or heard of Midoriya’s successes. Each time he heard about them, he
felt like the other boy was getting further ahead of him.
 
And most of all, he hatedthe way those two contradicting emotions seemed to mix
together, confusing him, making his skin itch uncomfortably and the palm of his
hands sweating nervously from a new emotion whose name he didn’t know.
 
So of course, what was an emotionally unstable, hormonal young man to do when
the person he liked pissed him off to no end? When he kept alternating between
wanting to kiss him and breaking his neck? He did the only thing he could think
of: he became colder, distanced himself, let out his anger on him, insulted
him.
 
Smart move, really.
 
And because of him now, it seemed that their relationship had degraded to the
point of no return. In addition to this, Midoriya now had a lover. A man. Some
Todoroki dickhead. What the hell.
 
Bakugou groaned again. He wanted to punch himself in the face. He also wanted
to punch Midoriya. And that shitty boyfriend of his. Now all his chances were
ruined, because he had been such an asshole.
 
But like hell he was going to blame himself for this. He’d rather stay in his
room all day and curse every human being on Earth. Yeah, sounds like a good
idea.
 
And in addition to this heartbreak bullshit, his parents were pressuring him to
take over his father’s place as head of the family. But honestly, he didn’t
care anymore about this. As the years went by, he quickly lost the admiration
he had for yakuzas. Now, they almost disgusted him.
 
Midoriya disgusted him.
 
Fuck him. Fuck that damn Dekufor poisoning everything yakuza-related  for him.
Fuck him and his fucking boyfriend. I’d be a better boyfriend than him.Fuck his
parents, fuck the group, fuck everything, fuck, fuck, fuck—
 
“BAKUGOU-SAMA!”
 
Bakugou winced at the loud voice that broke through his string of thoughts. He
turned his head and glared at the door on which his closest bodyguard was
knocking (more like pounding). He really did not need this right now. Fuck, go
away damn it. Can’t you read the fucking mood? For fuck’s sake—
 
“BAKUGOU-SAMA, PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!”
 
Apparently, no, he couldn’t read the fucking mood.
 
“Go the fuck away, Iida!” yelled Bakugou. “Leave me alone, I don’t fucking need
you!”
 
“B-But..!” Iida stopped banging on the door, but he refused to move, not until
he could have a proper talk with Bakugou. “Forgive me, but I need to discuss
with you! I won’t move until you let me in!”
 
Bakugou gritted his teeth, his glare so intense that it could have burned a
hole through the big wooden door. He knew that if he left Iida like this, he
would just keep yelling and banging on the door until he got what he wanted.
Bakugou clicked his tongue and reluctantly got up, angrily stomping towards the
door.
 
‘Fucking hell…’
 
He angrily swung the door open, surprising Iida and effectively making him shut
up, for now.
 
“The fuck you want?!”
 
“Bakugou-sama, I beg of you--” said Iida as he stepped inside Bakugou’s room.
Without his permission. Fucking rude. “Please, reconsider becoming the head of
the family!”
 
Again with this bullshit. Bakugou was honestly fed up with this. He sighed,
gritting his teeth and throwing a glare at the other man.
 
“Okay, listen four-eyes…” He took in a deep breath, a poor attempt at trying to
calm himself. His head was starting to hurt. “I will nottake over the fucking
group, you hear? Tell father to choose someone else. Who cares if it’s not
someone of the same blood?” He walked past Iida, choosing to ignore his
distressed expression, and sat back on the bed.
 
“But Bakugou-sama!” Iida moved to stand in front of him. Damn, he was too
fucking tall. “It hasto be you! Since you’re an only child, the only one
suitable for this role is you and only you!”
 
“Do I look like I fucking care?” replied Bakugou, visibly annoyed. “I won’t
take over the group, you hear that? No matter what you say, or what my parents
say, I won’t fucking do it.” He turned his head to the side, a deep scowl on
his face. “I don’t give a shit.”
 
It was silent for a few seconds, with Iida simply looking at Bakugou, and
Bakugou looking everywhere except at Iida. Finally, Iida let out a soft gasp,
as if he’d just realized something.
 
“Is it because of your friend, Midoriya?” he asked, the worry in his voice
going unnoticed.
 
Bakugou, turned his gaze back to Iida, narrowing his eyes. Why was he bringing
Deku up all of a sudden? What the hell?
 
“What makes you think that?” he asked, but didn’t even let Iida answer. “What
does Midoriya have to do with all this?” He stood up, anger lacing his words.
Of course, he knew the answer to his own questions. Like hell, he would admit
that in front of his subordinate. “Why the fuck did you bring him up? You think
I care about what happens to that shitty nerd?” He was now advancing
dangerously, while Iida stepped back.
 
“B-But, Sir--” Iida tried to impose himself. He wouldn’t let Bakugou have the
upper hand on him. ”I know how close you two were to each other, but you don’t
see each other anymore now!”
 
“Shut up!”
 
“Even worse, it seems that you haven’t been feeling well since you two got
distant!”
 
“I told you to shut up!”
 
“Besides, he’s got a lover now! So of course he wouldn’t be able to spend his
time with you! I even heard rumors of marriage—“
 
Iida let out another soft gasp, slamming his own hand to his mouth. Shit. He
looked at Bakugou, realizing how big of a mistake he just made when he saw the
shocked expression on his face.
 
“…Marriage?” repeated Bakugou, the words uncharacteristically soft.
 
“Th-Those are only rumors that I heard from the other employees—“
 
“Marriage?! They’re getting married?!”
 
“No! I mean, as I said those are only rumors, just gossip—Bakugou-sama, wait!”
 
Iida didn’t have the time to react as Bakugou stormed past him, swearing as he
exited the room. He tried to follow him, but could only take one step out of
the room.
 
“Don’t you dare follow me!” he heard Bakugou yell, and this was enough to make
him stop. Some part of him thought it best to leave Bakugou as he was. He
needed time to think and cool himself down (the other part was screaming at him
to ‘move and stop him, you imbecile!’). He could still hear Bakugou swear down
the hallway, and decided that yes, not stopping him would be a wise choice if
he did not want to get hurt.
 
‘Bakugou-sama, I hope you will forgive me!’
 
But Bakugou wasn’t thinking about him at all. His head was an absolute mess he
stormed out into the night, not really knowing where to go. He just walked and
walked. He was pissed. Married? Fucking Deku was getting married? With some
bastard that he didn’t even know?
 
“What the fuck…” he mumbled as he bumped against some unfortunate passerby, not
even bothering to say sorry. “What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?!”
 
He needed something to cool down. Right now. With a hazy mind and his head
burning with anger, he scanned his surroundings. Where the fuck was he? Where
did his feet even take him? He didn’t know.
 
But what he knew was that the place was busy as hell and that there was a night
club right across the road. Night club equals bar. Bar equals alcohol. Yes,
that was what he needed right now. He was going to storm inside this bar and
fucking drink everything he can get his hands on. Just because he can.
 
“Fucking… shit!”
 
He growled and pushed the door angrily, stepping in, pushing past people to get
what he wanted. He was going to get drunk, he was going to smoke, he was even
going to fucking dance his ass off if the alcohol blurred his senses enough.
Somehow, he just wanted to do everything he shouldn’t do in his situation. He
just wanted to forget.
 
He had no idea that doing such a thing, giving in to his anger and frustration
like this, was going to change his life.
 
For now he only cared about what he was going to drink.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     I'd like to thank not only God but also Ariana Grande for giving me
     the motivation to write this.
     It's midnight as I am posting this, I am not satisfied at all with
     this chapter but eeeeeeeeh, BETTER THAN NOTHING RIGHT.
Regret.
 
His head was pounding, his eyes stung, his vision blurry, and his throat felt
dry after having thrown up twice this night. Twice.Once on an unfortunate
customer at the bar, and once at the foot of a poor tree in the park where he
currently found himself after having walked aimlessly for an hour. And at this
moment, only one word rung inside his head. Regret.
 
He should have known that this was a bad idea – drinking so much alcohol while
in such a state of mind always was a bad idea. But he was well placed to know
that anger could make you do the most stupid things.
 
“Fucking hell…”
 
He sighed heavily, flopping down on a bench. He was so tired. His chest felt
heavy, his legs ached slightly and his mouth felt dry even though he just
washed it with water from the nearby water fountain. He felt like shit, but one
good thing about this was that he had been able to momentarily forget about
Midoriya during this short amount of time. And right now, he was too tired to
keep on dwelling on this.
 
Sighing once again, he fished inside his pocket and took his phone out. He
squinted at the screen when he turned it on (way too fucking bright), and
clumsily looked for Iida’s number through his contact list. He didn’t really
want to do this, but given the fact that he had absolutely no idea where he was
at the moment and that there was no way he was going to spend the night on this
bench, he didn’t really have the choice. He tapped on Iida’s number and called,
the other man’s phone ringing only a few times before the call was taken.
 
“Hey, Ii--”
 
“WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT.”
 
Bakugou flinched, putting some distance between his sensitive ear and the
phone.
 
This was notIida.
 
“…Mom, what the fuck.” He said softly, gradually inching the phone closer, but
never pressing it fully against his ear, not with his mother yelling this
loudly (was that a crying Iida that he was hearing in the background?).
 
“Don’t ‘what the fuck’ me, you little shit!” Growled his mother, obviously
furious, “Where the fuck are you? We’ve been looking for you for hours! I came
back home to Iida fucking crying like a baby in a corner of your room! This was
two hours ago and he’s stillcrying! What the fuck happened?!”
 
Ah, so Iida wascrying.
 
Bakugou let out yet another heavy sigh, rubbing his eyes. He didn’t need this
right now. His day had been horrible, he didn’t need an old hag reprimanding
him as if he was some shitty brat or something.
 
“Listen,” he said, his tone sharp, “I’m a fucking adult, alright? I don’t need
you to babysit me or anything. So leave me the fuck alone. I’ll come back
whenever I want it, got it?” Except he was lost, but he chose not to mention
this.
 
“…Who do you think you’re talking to, you piece of shit.” Said his mother, her
tone furious and just as sharp as her son’s. “Youlisten to me, alright? I want
you back home in one hour. One fucking hour,or else--”
 
“Or else what!?” Yelled Bakugou, immediately regretting it as his head started
pounding more painfully than before, but this wouldn’t stop him from yelling
even more. “You gonna kick me out of the house, or something? You gonna remove
me from the family? Is that your threat, mother?”  
 
It was silent for a few second, and during this time, Bakugou had started
wondering if maybe his mother had given up, or if she had gone to fetch someone
else to talk to him, his father for example. But he knew her, he knew how tough
she was and how it wasn’t like her to give up so easily.
 
“…You’re fucking right.”
 
“What?”
 
“You heard me right, shithead.” He heard her take a deep breath, she was trying
to control herself. “If you aren’t back in one hour, I’m fucking kicking you
out.” What? “I’m fucking sick of you always avoiding your responsibilities and
doing as you please. I don’t fucking care if you’re an adult, I don’t want some
useless piece of shit at the head of the family. I’lleven take on the fucking
role if I have to. But in the meantime, I want you to think about what you’re
going to do, I want you to take your fucking responsibilities and I want you
back in one hour. This is your last chance.”
 
“Wha—hold on!” Bakugou was stunned. Was this really happening? Was his mother
seriously doing this to him? “What the fuck are you saying!? Don’t fucking— ”
But his mother had already hung up before he could continue.
 
He looked down at the screen, eyes wide in shock. He stayed like this for a few
seconds, trying to process what just happened. His own mother was kicking him
out. All because he didn’t want to take on the role of head or the Bakugou
group. He was alone in a place he was unfamiliar with, with no place to spend
the night. He was tired, his head still pounding, and he felt like throwing up
again. Great. Just great.
 
“Fucking shit!” He yelled out, throwing his phone away in a fit of rage,
watching it painfully hit the ground. He would probably regret it later, but
for now he was too pissed. “God dammit! Fuck this!” He stood up, ignoring his
dizziness and kicked the bench repeatedly, yelling his frustration out, not
giving a shit about the couple of people who were passing by. When he started
feeling nauseous again, he decided that he had enough of torturing the poor
bench, and instead resorted to flopping back down on it, lying down on it with
his back against the hard wood.
 
“Fucking shit…” he repeated, quieter this time, feeling a sudden wave of
drowsiness overtake him. He felt completely spent after his little outburst,
the pounding of his head was still there and his limbs felt numb. He closed his
eyes, and only then did he realize how truly exhausted he actually felt, for he
found it extremely difficult to reopen then. “Fuck…” It was even difficult to
talk. His body felt so heavy, and even though he didn’t want to, he felt like
he could actually sleep on this bench.
 
On one hand, he had the shittiest day ever; his childhood crush (supposedly)
getting married, his own mother kicking him out of the house, his poor, poor
phone lying down with a cracked screen just a few meters away from him (okay,
this one was his fault, but still), so, really, sleeping on some shitty bench
wouldn’t really cost him much, given how exhausted he was.
 
On the other hand, he knew that he deserved way better than this, so he tried
to fight the drowsiness off. He wanted to sleep, he wanted tomorrow to come
faster. He couldn’t sleep. Not there. Fuck, he really wanted to sleep.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
“…Katsuki?”
 
Bakugou could faintly hear someone call him. A voice he couldn’t recognize, a
man’s voice. He groaned softly, shifting slightly on the bench. Had he fallen
asleep? For how long? What time was it now?
 
“Bakugou Katsuki?” said the man again, his voice seeming to gradually get
closer. “Is that really you?”
 
Of fucking course. How many Bakugou Katsukis do you know around here?
 
This was what he wanted to say, but he still found it difficult to talk. Almost
as difficult as opening his eyes, and when he did, his vision was blurry, his
eyelids heavy. He closed them almost immediately, but before that, he managed
to catch a blurry glimpse of the man who was calling out to him. He was tall,
with messy hair and a build similar to his. He hadn’t been able to see his face
though.
 
He felt hazy and confused, the same way one would feel after taking a too long
nap.
 
“I can’t believe this…” he heard the man say (Bakugou noted that his voice was
very soft, it wasn’t unpleasant). “After all this time, I’ve finally found
you.” Ah? So it was someone Bakugou knew? “But in such a place… What should I
do?”
 
At this point, Bakugou decided to give up trying to stay conscious. Let the man
do whatever the fuck he wanted, said part of his brain. Another part commented
on how the man didn’t seem to be dangerous. Meanwhile, the most logical part of
his brain had the firm belief that this guy was a serial killer and was
literally begging him to get the fuck out of here. Bakugou decided that running
away would require too much effort. Let the serial killer do his thing.
 
He faintly heard the man mutter something about how the area could be dangerous
at night and how he couldn’t simply let him there in his state. The next thing
he registered was being lifted up from the bench and being carried away, some
kind of pleasant warmth enveloping him, before passing out once again, this
time in the stranger’s arms.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
The first thing he noticed when he woke up was that he felt oddly comfortable.
Earlier that night, he was sleeping on a bench in an almost deserted park, and
now, he was lying on a very soft and very cozy bed. He groaned softly as he
arched his back, stretching out his tired limbs. He slowly opened his eyes,
grateful that the room was dim enough not to hurt them. Although his vision was
still blurry, and his mind still cloudy with the effects of alcohol.
 
“Ah, you’re awake?”
 
He tried turning his head to look at the other man as he was entering the room,
but found it to be too much of a hassle. Instead, he waited for him to get
closer.
 
“Here, I brought some water for you in case you were thirsty.” He felt the bed
dip slightly as the man sat down beside him, leaning over to put the glass of
water on the bedside table. “By the way, how many drinks did you have tonight?
Sorry to say this, but you look like crap.” He said with a chuckle.
 
Bakugou wanted to tell him to fuck off, but all of a sudden, he felt something
warm against his cheek. He squinted at the stranger, feeling confused.
 
His hand was really soft. Bakugou hadn’t expected this.
 
“You look really worn out.” Said the man softly, gently sliding his fingers
against Bakugou’s cheek. Ah, he was starting to feel hot for some reason. He
thought about asking him to open a window or something. “You should go to
sleep, alright? I’ll help you out tomorrow when you wake up.” He was about to
retract his hand. His soft, soft hand that felt really good against him.
 
As if Bakugou would let him.
 
It was probably on impulse, but before the other man could move, Bakugou
quickly reached for the hand on his cheek, placing his own hand on top of it.
The man flinched softly, obviously surprised by his action.
 
“Wh… What are you--”
 
Bakugou didn’t give a shit.
 
“Soft…” he whispered softly, the man’s fingers slowly sliding down his cheek,
somehow guided by his own hand, reaching his lips. “So… soft…” Bakugou felt
like he had completely lost his mind. Or rather, like he had thrown all
reasoning and logic out of the window. Right now, nothing that could happen
mattered to him. He was just acting on impulse and instinct alone. Alcohol and
months of pent up frustration could do that to you.
 
He gently wrapped his lips around a finger.  
 
The stranger let out a soft gasp, red starting to dust his cheeks. Now that his
vision was slightly clearer, Bakugou could see that the man wasn’t half bad
looking. His eyes were sharp, his hair a bright red colour, his teeth white and
shark-like. Yeah, not bad at all. His baffled, flustered expression looked
particularly good on him right now.
 
Slowly, lazily, Bakugou dragged his lips over the man’s finger, lightly
pressing his teeth against it from time to time. He watched the other man
carefully, liking the way his breath seemed to have quickened.
 
“What are you…” His voice was soft, embarrassed. He sounded so cute. “W-We
shouldn’t… That is…”
 
“Shut up.”
 
He didn’t know what he was doing. What he knew, though, was that he wantedto do
it. Before the redhead could utter another weak willed protest, Bakugou slowly
slid the tip of his tongue over the digit. The other man gasped audibly, and
Bakugou couldn’t help but feel slightly victorious for some reason. He repeated
the action, slowly lapping at the man fingers, one by one, and before he knew
it, he had two fingers in his mouth. He slid his tongue in between them,
licking them thoroughly, all while never breaking eye contact with the redhead
(poor guy looked like he was about to die from embarrassment, Bakugou found
this quite funny, he liked that).
 
“Hey.” Said Bakugou, pulling the fingers out of his mouth, but still lapping at
them lazily. The other man gulped, panting softly, waiting for what Bakugou was
about to say. The blond nipped at his index finger gently, looking at him with
sharp, predatory eyes. “Let’s do something together?” He pressed his canines
harder into the man’s skin, not enough to hurt too much, enough to arouse.
“Let’s have some fun?” He slowly licked his lips, feeling something tug at the
pit of his stomach when he saw the man return his predatory gaze. “…You don’t
wanna?”
 
He didn’t answer his question. Not verbally, at least. Instead, he suddenly
retracted his hand, as if Bakugou’s lips had burnt him. For a second, Bakugou
thought that he was going to leave, so it was slightly shocking to him when he
felt the other man violently press his lips against his.
 
He gasped softly, taken by surprise, and couldn’t help the moan that tore
through him when he felt the other man’s tongue roughly invade his mouth.
Bakugou felt him shift, pressing his whole body fully against his. And when he
felt something hard – very, very hard –press against his thigh, Bakugou could
hear something at the back of his mind telling him that, contrary to what the
man had advised him earlier, he wouldn’t be getting much sleep that night.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
“Ngh.. H-Haa…”
 
This was embarrassing. Terribly embarrassing. He didn’t recall ever making such
noises in his entire life. He didn’t recall ever feeling this hot, this
vulnerable. And most of all, he didn’t recall ever feeling this good.
 
He held on tighter to the pillow, burying his face further into it as he felt
the man’s tongue plunge deeperinto him, a pathetic, muffled whine escaping him.
Damn, as much as he hated to admit it, the redhead was doing a fantasticjob
with his tongue, opening him up, stretching him up good.
 
Bakugou shivered, feeling oddly empty when the man’s tongue retracted itself.
He felt him shift behind him, probably putting on a condom or something. He
didn’t really pay attention, he was feeling impatient, he needed to be filled,
he needed it right now.
 
As if he’d ever admit this. He wasn’t one to beg.
 
He let out a soft gasp when he felt a cold hand press against his warm back. It
gently slid upwards, gliding against Bakugou’s soft, heated skin, making him
shiver. He felt the other man’s fingers ghost over his shoulder, over the
beautiful, blooming red flower tattooed there. They lingered there for a few
seconds before sliding down, tracing a line along his spine, pressing lightly
against his waist before both of the man’s hands came to grip his perked up
bottom, spreading him apart.
 
“You’re beautiful.” He heard him breathe out, and for the first time that
night, Bakugou was flustered.
 
What was wrong with his guy? You don’t just tell another guy that he’s
‘beautiful’, much less when you’re about to have sex with him. He wanted to
tell him to shut the fuck up, to get on with it quickly, until he felt it, warm
and hard and big,pushing through him slowly.
 
“Ah, f-fuck--” He cursed into the pillow, feeling himself being filled slowly,
listening to the other man’s heavy breathing behind him.
 
“Sh-Shit…” He stilled for a few seconds, giving time for Bakugou to adjust.
“You’re… so hot…” He gently rubbed small circles on his skin with the pad of
his thumb, like he was trying to soothe him, or something. He heard Bakugou let
out a muffled whine into the pillow, saw the muscles of his back contract, and
couldn’t hold himself back any longer. He dug his nails into his skin, holding
onto him tightly as he pulled back, leaving only the swollen head of his member
inside before thrusting back in.
 
He started slowly, wanting to be gentle for Bakugou, but the blond wouldn’t
have it that way.
 
“F-Faster.” He was breathing heavily, his body feverish, his mind hazy. He felt
so good, but this wasn’t enough. Not for him. “Faster, dammit…” He turned his
head, trying his best to get a look at the other man, meeting his heated gaze
with a flushed, needy expression, and hardened, lust-filled eyes. “I’m not
gonna break, so jus—A-Ah!”
 
Bakugou felt the air being knocked out of him as the other man thrust
particularly roughly into him, and as from this moment, it felt like he had
given up ‘slow and gentle’. He began snapping his hips at a quick pace, burying
himself deep into Bakugou. He kept repeatedly hitting all of his most sensitive
spots, making sure that he could feel him, making sure that he felt good.
 
“F-Fuck!” By now, Bakugou couldn’t help the sounds that escaped him, as
embarrassing as they were. He couldn’t help but whine and yelp every time he
felt the other man’s cock impale him, rubbing against all those good places.
And he couldn’t help yelling out in pleasure, couldn’t help moaning lewdly and
cursing every time he hit thatparticular spot that drove him crazy. “Fuck…
Shit, that’s so good.” He felt small tremors course through his entire body,
pleasure overtaking him. “So good… So fucking good… Don’t stop…’
 
“Shit…” This was too much for the redhead. Bakugou was practically sobbing by
this point, and he felt so, so happy to be the one to be driving him to his
point. “Katsuki… Fuck, you feel so good, Katsuki…” He was close, and he could
tell that Bakugou was close as well, judging by how he was tightening around
him and how erratically he was panting and moaning. He leaned down, pressing
his chest to his back, peppering his shoulder with small, affectionate kisses.
“Katsuki… Katsuki, Katsuki…!”
 
Bakugou couldn’t take it anymore. Not with this man pounding almost desperately
into him, not with the way he was calling his name in such a way, so
intimately, as if it was some sort of prayer. With a strangled, muffled yell,
his body arched and trembled as an intense orgasm ripped through him, loud and
messy. He felt his body give out, falling limply on the bed, only supported by
the man who was now slamming erratically into him.
 
“K-Katsuki..!” His name was the last thing he could say before he came as well,
as intensely as Bakugou did, his body shaking with the same tremors.
 
Bakugou felt spent, completely exhausted, much more than before he was carried
to this stranger’s home. His body ached, but in a good way. He felt numb, his
heart was beating wildly against his rib cage, he was going to pass out. He
closed his eyes, ready to fall into the abyss of sleep.
 
The last thing he felt before falling asleep was a warm, toned chest pressing
even closer to his back, and a pair of soft, albeit slightly chapped lips
ghosting over his ear. The man was murmuring something to him.
 
He wasn’t able to catch it.
 
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
     r.i.p pillow-san
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Bakugou groaned and buried his face deeper in the pillow he was clutching. His
head was hurting and he felt groggy, his muscles aching. It wasn’t the first
time that he woke up with a hangover, but no matter how many times this
happened, he could never get used to it. He arched his back, stretching his
aching limbs, grateful for how soft and comfortable the bed was. He was
thankful that he had passed out on this fluffy bed instead of the floor, he
dared not imagine the state his poor muscles would be in if that had been the
case. But as consciousness slowly came to him, a sudden realization hit him.
His eyes snapped open, panic rising within him.
 
This wasn’t his bed. This wasn’t even his room, nor was this his house. What
the heck—
 
He sat up abruptly, wincing at the pain shooting through his skull, bringing a
hand up to massage his temple lightly. He looked around him, squinting. Yes,
this was definitely not his room. But whose was it?
 
He scowled, concentrating, trying to remember what happened last night. The
first thing that came to his mind was Midoriya. Yes, he remembered. The little
bastard was getting married, or something. And Bakugou had gotten pissed. Very
pissed. Enough that he had ran away and got drunk at some bar. Then, what? What
happened after that? Bakugou rubbed his eyes, internally begging himself to
remember more of last night, and shifted in the bed. The movement made him
wince in pain, but it wasn’t his head that was hurting the most.
 
Bakugou’s eyes widened at the dull pain he felt in his hips and thighs, looking
down at himself ominously.
 
No way… No fucking way…!
 
Gritting his teeth, he grabbed at the covers and roughly pushed them off him,
revealing his lower part. He paled at the angry, red marks on his hips and
thighs. He gulped, still clutching the pillow with one hand, the other one
slowly heading further down his body. What happened last night was pretty
evident, but he still found it difficult to believe. Or rather, to accept it,
there was something he needed to verify before he could allow himself to freak
out. Taking a shaky breath, he let his hand wander in between his thighs,
gently probing at a certain place. His face, previously as pale as a ghost,
quickly took a burning red colour, the wetness that he felt down there filling
him with embarrassment.
 
He held the pillow in a vice grip, covering his face and screaming into it. He
remembered now. He remembered his argument with his mother, and how she
literally kicked him out of the house (he realized that he was practically
homeless now, and that only added to his irritation and anger). He also
remembered passing out on a bench (his phone, where the fuck was his phone),
and he remembered someone, a man picking him up. He remembered red hair, sharp
features. He remembered that the man was apparently strong enough to carry him
to his home. He remembered that he was also very caring, and also a bit stupid
for bringing a stranger home. And most of all, he remembered how divinehis
kisses were, how skilled he was with his tongue, how good it felt to have him
against him, thrusting into him, pleasuring him like his life depended on it.
 
Bakugou angrily bit into the pillow, cheeks burning red.
 
I got fucked senseless by a guy I don’t even know…
 
As he kept mumbling and lamenting to himself, he did not notice the door
opening slowly, a man carefully peeking inside.
 
“Katsuki?”
 
Bakugou jumped slightly at the call of his name, turning his head to look at
the man. Bright red hair framing his face, with big round eyes of the same
colour. That was indeed him, the man who did all these things to Bakugou. The
blond shuddered as images of last night flashed once again through his mind,
but he quickly shook them away. He was pissed, and he needed to let out some
steam, preferably through one or two well deserved punches at the redhead.
“You!” He exclaimed, glaring angrily at the man, ignoring his headache as he
was about to give him a piece of his mind. “You fucking--”
 
“Katsuki!”
 
But Bakugou couldn’t even utter a single insult at the man, for he had already
launched himself at him, jumping on the bed and wrapping him in a bone crushing
hug.
 
“Gah!” Bakugou grunted lightly as he was pushed back on the bed, the other man
pressing down on him with his whole weight, nuzzling the side of his neck. He
looked like a big dog happy to see his master again after a long period of
absence. “Wh-What are you doing!?” Bakugou growled, trying to free himself from
the man’s embrace. But he was strong, he didn’t move. At all. “Let me go you
fucking--”
 
“Katsuki!” The man finally unwrapped his arms from Bakugou, and instead placed
his hands firmly but carefully on each side of his face. Bakugou’s eyes
widened, slight panic rising within him, especially when he saw the bright
smile the man had on his face. What was wrong with him? “Aah, I thought you’d
be gone when I came back! I thought what happened last night was a dream, but--
” he let out soft giggles, his expression incredibly happy, “but you’re still
here! It’s not a dream!”
 
By now, Bakugou was veryfreaked out, and also veryconfused. He didn’t know who
this guy was, nor did he know why he was so happy that Bakugou was still here.
Had the sex last night been thatincredible? (Bakugou’s mind reminded him that,
yes, it had been that incredible)
 
“Y-You…” Glaring at the redhead, Bakugou tried to regain his composure. Like
hell he was letting himself be swept away by this guy again. “Okay… now listen
you fuck--”
 
“Aaaaah!” Yelled the man all of a suddenly, cutting Bakugou off. “I’m so happy,
it feels like I’m gonna die!”
 
‘Then go die!’was what Bakugou was about to say, until he felt a pair of warm,
soft lips pressing firmly against his. His eyes widened once again in shock,
feeling like a similar thing had happened to him before.
 
He pressed the palm of his hands against the man’s shoulders, trying to push
him away. But he didn’t move, instead, he moved his hands from Bakugou’s face
to the blond’s own hands, taking hold of them and pinning them to either side
of his head, entwining their fingers together.
 
Bakugou groaned loudly in the kiss, partly out of embarrassment and confusion,
and partly because of the way his heart was hammering against his chest. He let
out a small gasp when he felt the other man press even closer to him, settling
comfortably in between his thighs like he did last night, and couldn’t help the
little whine that escaped him when he felt the redhead’s tongue dart into his
mouth, sliding shamelessly against his.
 
Bakugou was once again reminded of how utterly fantastic the man’s tongue was,
wet and hot against his, making him shudder uncontrollably. He deepened the
kiss, and Bakugou felt himself melt. He had no idea when he’d closed his eyes,
nor when he’d relaxed his body enough that even his frown was gone. All he knew
was that he felt good, good enough that he didn’t feel as angry as before.
 
Finally, after some time spent ravishing the other’s mouth, the redhead pulled
away, only a very thin string of saliva connecting the two men’s lips. He
looked down at Bakugou, his body warm, eyes hazy and half lidded. He felt
himself shudder in excitement at the blond’s expression. He giggled softly,
giving him s light peck on the lips. “Good morning.” He said naturally, as if
they hadn’t been passionately kissing just minutes before.
 
“Good…” Bakugou looked up at him, panting, still feeling hazy from the kiss. He
slowly freed his hand from the other man’s hold, raising it up until he was
able to touch his face.
 
Then he punched him.
 
“Good morning, my ass!” He yelled as the man fell back, rolling off the bed and
landing on the floor. “What the fuck!? Who does that kind of thing first thing
in the morning!? Who the fuck are you!?”
 
“Aah, painful…” Said the man as he stood up, staggering slightly. He still had
this stupid grin on his face, even while he was rubbing the obviously painful
bruise on his left cheek. “That was one hell of a punch!”
 
Bakugou’s eye twitched. He glared at the redhead, although it wasn’t very
effective, with how he was holding onto the pillow in front of him, covering
himself protectively with it.“I asked you a fucking question, shithead.” He
growled out, making the other man flinch slightly.
 
“Ah, that’s right--” He chuckled softly, climbing back on the bed. Bakugou
tried to scoot further back, looking at him wearily. “My name’s Kirishima
Eijirou! But you can call me Eijirou if you want to! I’m already calling you
Katsuki, so--”
 
“I never allowed you to call me that.”
 
“Yes! That’s right, but I’m so used to referring to you as Katsuki, so I kinda
got used to it.”
 
“What--”
 
“But! More importantly!”
 
The man – Kirishima – jumped closer to Bakugou, taking his hands in his.
Bakugou looked at him in disbelief, then down at their hands, then back at him.
What the hell—
 
“Last night!” Said Kirishima, “Last night was amazing, wasn’t it? It was like a
dream come true, I couldn’t believe it!”
 
“Wh-What are you--” Bakugou stuttered, cheeks becoming redder .
 
“You were surprisingly energetic, even while drunk! We even did it four times!”
 
“Four!?”
 
Kirishima nodded enthusiastically, his happy grin still in place. “Yup! You
kept passing out right after each time though, but also kept wanting to do it
every time you woke up! It was great!”
 
He wanted to die. God, did he want to die right now. That stupid redhead kept
on blabbering about their night together, but Bakugou wasn’t listening. He was
much too scandalized by the turn of events. Him, of all people, repeatedly
begged a stranger to fuck him? Four times? Four times!?
 
“Will you shut the fuck up!?” He yelled, slapping the other’s hands away, and
angry scowl on his face. “I don’t fucking care about any of this, I just--”
 
‘I just want to go home’,was what he wanted to say, but he remembered that he
basically had nowhere to go at this moment. He couldn’t go back to his own
house, as he was most certainly not welcomed anymore there. Well, his father
and Iida would probably welcome him, but even if the current head of the family
was his father, it was mostly his mother who controlled everything. She was
more of a boss than the boss himself. Sometimes, Bakugou wondered how his
father could have married a woman like her.
 
“Katsuki?”
 
He was pulled out of his thoughts by the other man’s voice. Bakugou frowned at
the worried expression he was wearing. For a moment, he zeroed on the small
scar on his right eye, which was barely visible under his red bangs. He stared
at it for a couple of seconds before clicking his tongue, turning his head to
the side.
 
“I don’t fucking care about any of this.” He said, glancing at Kirishima from
the corner of his eye. “Just get the fuck away from me, you fucking perv.”  
 
Kirishima blinked and, for the first time since he entered the bedroom that
morning, he was silent. It seemed like Bakugou finally shut him up for good (he
chose to ignore the slightly pained expression on his face, it was unusual, he
seemed like a happy go lucky guy to Bakugou, with that damn grin of his). The
redhead chuckled, rubbing the back of his head. He looked embarrassed.
 
“Ah, well I suppose I understand how you must be feeling.” He said, scooting
away from Bakugou to give him some personal space. “It’s natural that you don’t
want to stay here. But, uh, wouldn’t it be better it you rested here for a bit
before going home?”
 
“I’m not taking any orders from you.” Said Bakugou, shifting around while
trying to keep himself covered with the pillow.
 
He winced softly, his hips and thighs still hurting. It was difficult to even
get out of bed, he wondered how he was going to go back home like this. Where
even was ‘home’? Where could he go after this? His pride prevented him from
apologizing to his mother (which, let’s be honest, would probably solve
everything). He could probably go to a hotel somewhere, but for how long? Or he
could stay at a friend’s home. Did he even have any friends? Do his bodyguards
count? Even so, would they accept—
 
“Ah, wait—N-not there, aah--”
 
The speed at which he turned his head to look at Kirishima would have probably
been enough to snap his neck. The redhead was holding a phone in his hand,
obscene sounds and pleas coming from it. What was that? This wasn’t porn,
but—This voice was..!
 
“Aah, that’s really too bad.” Said Kirishima with a sigh, looking at his
phone’s screen longingly. “I wish I could spend more time with you, but looks
like you should really go… Oh, well!” His usual happy grin appeared once again
on his face as he clutched the device lovingly, pink dusting his cheeks. “At
least I have this! I knew filming you was a good idea. Now I can use this
whenever I’m lonely!”
 
“You fucking bastard!”
 
This time it was Bakugou who launched himself at Kirishima. He extended his
arm, reaching for the phone in Kirishima’s hand when slight pain shoot through
his hips once again, making him lose his balance. The hand supporting him
accidentally slipped off the bed, and he would have fallen down onto the hard
floor if Kirishima hadn’t held him, preventing him from causing any more pain
to his poor body.
 
“Hey now!” Said Kirishima, as if he was scolding him. “I told you, you need
rest!”  He placed the phone down, moving so that he could carefully get Bakugou
down on the bed properly, despite the man’s insults and protests.
 
“You son of a bitch!” yelled Bakugou, gritting his teeth in anger. “Delete
this! Delete this damn video right now!”
 
“What?” Said Kirishima, sounding almost offended. “No! That video’s my
treasure, I’m never deleting it!”
 
“Your what?” Asked Bakugou, thoroughly confused and angry. Was this guy even
real? “Your treasure, my ass! What’re you gonna do with it? Blackmail me?
You’re gonna fucking blackmail me, aren’t you!?”
 
“No! I told you, I’m going to use this for myself!” Kirishima pouted, looking
at Bakugou with big red eyes. Fucking puppy eyes. “I’d never blackmail you. I’m
sure that would hurt you deeply, and I’d never do that!”
 
“What the fuck?” Bakugou growled, eyeing the offending device that was back in
Kirishima’s hand. “I can’t understand you. What the fuck do you want from me!?”
 
He was angry, of course, but most of all, he was confused. Confused as to who
this guy really was, why he had brought him to his home and taken such good
care of him, and most importantly, why did it seem like Kirishima knew him,
while he had no memory of ever seeing him prior to last night.
 
“Listen, Katsuki--” Kirishima was about to say something when he took a look at
his phone, cursing softly under his breath. “Okay, um…” He stood up, slipping
the phone in his back pocket, noting the way Bakugou’s eyes followed it before
looking back at his face. “I have work right now, and I’m already late so--” He
reached inside his front pocket and took a card out, placing it on the bedside
table, beside a glass of water (Bakugou briefly wondered when exactly did
Kirishima brought that here, he hadn’t noticed it until now), “I really have to
go, so I’ll have to leave you here alone. Make yourself at home, but you must
have some rest before going back to your place!”
 
Bakugou blinked, looking at him with wide eyes. What was this idiot saying? He
sounded like a fucking mom. But most importantly, he was going to leave. With
his phone. Which contained a very humiliating and embarrassing video of Bakugou
getting fucked senseless.
 
“Hey, wait a--”
 
“There are some painkillers in there.” Said Kirishima, tapping the bedside
table lightly. “Not a very good place to keep medicine, I admit it, but it’s
more practical.” He smiled brightly, turning around and heading out of the
room.
 
“Hey!” yelled Bakugou, “Wait up fucker! I’m not done with you!”
 
Kirishima stopped at the doorframe, looking back at Bakugou with his smile
still in place. “You can go back home once you feel better. But if you’d like
to come see me before that, there’s the address of my workplace on that card.”
He waved slightly at Bakugou, looking at him almost fondly. “Well, see ya, I
hope.”
 
And with that, he was gone, leaving a very confused and pissed Bakugou all
alone. The blond stared at the door for a few second before grabbing the pillow
again, burying his face into it, and screamed. He couldn’t believe such a thing
was happening to him. Getting picked up by a stranger, having all those things
done to him… He felt a bit pathetic, and also a bit angry at himself. A part of
himself told him that it was his own fault that things ended up this way.
Another part was blaming Midoriya, and his mother too, and that fucker Todoroki
too, because why not.
 
After he was done screaming his frustration out, he lifted his head from the
pillow and let out a deep sigh. What was he going to do now? He had nowhere to
go, and his body still ached slightly. But he felt like if he took those
painkillers, then he should be alright later. And, he hated to admit it, but
that red haired fucker was right. He needed rest. He grumbled softly, glancing
at the card on the bedside table. He stretched his arm out, grabbing it to have
a better look at it.
 
There was a name on it: Kirishima Eijirou. And circling the name were silly
drawings that looked like they were made by children. Bakugou narrowed his
eyes, reading the title and address below Kirishima’s name. Wait, the place
where that guy was working, it was—
 
“You’ve got to be shitting me…”
Chapter End Notes
     Long time no bakushima! Aaaah, this chapter came out so late, I'm
     sorry! But I've been super busy with school and all, plus I've been
     lacking motivation... But! I finally got some free time today and I
     absolutely wanted to get a chapter out! this being said, I'm going to
     be super busy with school and exams for the next two months (just two
     months and then i'm out of school jesus), so I don't think i'll be
     able to update until then. That's why this chapter may seem a bit
     rough, because I really wanted to write it or else I wouldn't have
     been able to! Forgive me for any mistakes (please don't hesitate to
     point them out) and also sorry for the long wait!!
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Bakugou is a buttface
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Children. There were children everywhere.
 
‘This is hell.’ Thought Bakugou to himself as he watched several children run
around. They didn’t look older than five or six years old, but this wasn’t
really important right now. What was important was that he had come to this
place – a fucking kindergarten – to look for the man who had taken a very
offensive video of him, hoping he would get the opportunity to snatch his phone
up and delete said video.
 
Maybe he would also get the opportunity to land another nice punch to his
stupid face.
 
But the little bit of conscience he had told him that punching someone in front
of innocent little kids wasn’t a very correct thing to do. And now that he
thought about it, he must have looked like a creep, crouching in front of a
kindergarten’s gate with such an angry expression on his face. Luckily, he was
well hidden so no one noticed him.
 
…He did felt like a creep.
 
He shook his head. He had more important matters at hand. He discreetly looked
around for a moment until he finally spotted him. With his bright hair, sharp
teeth and the horrible clothes he was wearing (are those fucking crocs?), there
was no way Bakugou could have missed him. The bastard was currently holding a
little girl in his arms while talking to another guy, a colleague probably.
That one had sharp eyes, blond hair – part of it dyed black in the shape of a
lightning bolt – and despite having a better fashion sense than the redhead, he
kind of looked like an idiot.
 
‘What the fuck…’thought Bakugou, ‘Who the fuck thought employing such crazy
looking guys in such a place was a good idea…’
 
Maybe he had been mumbling too loudly, or maybe his annoyance had somehow
become so strong that other people could sense it, but he somehow managed to
attract the attention of a little boy who had been playing nearby. The kid
looked at him with big, round eyes, tilting his head. Then he turned to his
teachers, doing exactly what he’d been taught to do in such a situation.
 
“Senseeeeeeeei!” shouted the little boy, pointing at a suddenly very alert
Bakugou hiding near the gate, “There’s a pervert heeeeere!”
 
“Wh--” Bakugou blinked in disbelief, angrily popping out of his hiding spot
(talk about a fucking hiding spot). “Who’re you calling a pervert, you little
shit!?”
 
The little boy seemed unfazed by Bakugou’s outburst of anger. Instead, he stuck
his tongue out at him and ran to his teachers. Bakugou followed him with his
eyes until they landed on the redhead’s face.
 
“Katsuki?” said Kirishima, a big smile slowly forming on his face, “Katsuki,
you came!”
 
“Of fucking course.” Said the blond, opening the small gates and stepping in,
not bothering to close them behind him. “You’ve got something I gotta take
back.”
 
He put on one of his best threatening glares, but it didn’t seem to have any
effect on Kirishima. Actually, it seemed to make him happier? What the fuck?
 
‘This guy has absolutely zero survival instinct…’ thought Bakugou as he watched
Kirishima come closer, having put the child he was holding down, followed
closely by the other blond teacher.
 
“So, about that fucking video--”
 
“Senseeeeeei!”
 
Bakugou winced as the children’s piercing, annoying voices assaulted him,
calling out to their teacher. He looked around him, and stiffened a bit when he
noticed that they were literally surrounded by children. They were everywhere.
A child vortex.
 
“Sensei! Who’s that weird guy?”
 
‘Weird—‘
 
“He looks really mean!”
 
“He’s a pervert! A creep!”
 
“His eyes are red! Like yours!”
 
“He looks like a butt face!”
 
Bakugou gritted his teeth together, fuming. He was thisclose to stomp on the
little bit of conscience still left in him and just lash out at the kids until
he felt a hand on his shoulder. Kirishima had a nervous smile on his face. Was
he trying to calm him down?
 
“Now, now guys.” He said, swinging an arm around Bakugou’s shoulders in a
weirdly reassuring way (the thought of biting his arm off briefly crossed
Bakugou’s mind), “Good kids shouldn’t use such language! Besides…”
 
And there it was again, that stupid, infuriating, bright toothy grin back on
his face as he finally wrapped his arms around Bakugou, squeezing him,
seemingly ignoring the blond’s muffled protest (Bakugou was reminded of how
fucking strong that guy actually was, and it pissed him off).
 
“Kids, Kaminari, I present you Bakugou Katsuki!” he rubbed his face
affectionately into Bakugou’s hair, making him growl in annoyance. “He is the
person I like!”
 
A collective ‘oooooh’ rose among the children and Kaminari, and Bakugou felt
his face heat up. He wanted to die. Again. What was this guy’s deal? Telling
everyone he liked him, a guy, with such nonchalance? He tried to escape from
Kirishima’s embrace, but the man’s arms were tightly secured around him,
hugging him like he was some fucking teddy bear or something.
 
“W-Wait a sec…” said the other blond guy, speaking for the first time since
Bakugou arrived. “Is that… really Bakugou Katsuki? TheBakugou Katsuki you’ve
been telling us about for so long?” Kirishima nodded enthusiastically while
Bakugou glared at him, mildly offended that he'd talked about him to people he
didn’t know.
 
Then again, Bakugou didn’t really know Kirishima either. Or at least, he didn’t
think so. He really had no memory of the man.
 
“So, you mean to say…” resumed Kaminari, “that this angry dude --” he gestured
to Bakugou, “—is your ‘fated person’? The ‘love of your life’? Your ‘beautiful
angel’?”
 
Bakugou had stopped struggling and was instead looking at Kirishima like he was
crazy. The redhead kept nodding at Kaminari’s questions, looking way too much
like a happy puppy. Bakugou wondered if this was true, if Kirishima had really
said that he was the love of his life and all that shit. He felt slightly
flustered, albeit still pissed.
 
“Okaaay…” said Kaminari, quirking an eyebrow. “Well, you like who you like
bro.” The blond let a grin spread on his face, holding out his hand to Bakugou.
“My name’s Kaminari Denki. Nice to meet you dude!” His grin was bright, much
like the other idiot’s. Less toothy, still infuriating. Still in Kirishima’s
arms, Bakugou looked at Kaminari’s hand, as if it was offending him, then
looked at Kaminari’s face.
 
“…Fuck off.”
 
He didn’t intend to become friends with that guy. He didn’t intend to become
friends with anyone. He just wanted to get that stupid redhead to delete the
video so he can mope about his unfair life in peace. Kaminari awkwardly
retracted his hand and looked like he was about to say something, but the kids
beat him to it.
 
“Sensei! The pervert said something bad!”
 
“Good adults shouldn’t talk like that!”
 
“Sensei, he’s a bad man! You should stay far away from him!”
 
Bakugou slowly turned his head to look at Kirishima, glaring at him with all
his might. The redhead simply blinked and let out a soft, awkward laugh, slowly
loosening his hold on the Bakugou.
 
“Haha, well…” He scratched the back of his head nervously, “They’re just
repeating what they’ve been taught.” He glanced at Kaminari, who seemed to get
the message as he started to lead most of the kids out of the way. It looked
like things might turn dirty at any moment, and the children did not need to
see that. Bakugou didn’t really care, he just kind of wanted to beat the shit
out of that redhead and get out of there.
 
“Now listen, shitty hair.” He said threateningly while glaring daggers at
Kirishima. He wanted to laugh when he saw him swallow nervously. Did he finally
manage to scare him? “I came here because you need to delete that fucking
video, and let me tell you I won’t leave you alone until you do it.”
 
Kirishima tried to regain his composure, a small pout forming on his face.
“Why! I told you I’m not going to do anything shady with it!” He was happy that
Bakugou could stay longer by his side, but seeing that he didn’t trust him at
all hurt him slightly.
 
“You were going to use it as—“ Bakugou quickly glanced around, making sure
there wasn’t any kid close to them who could hear him, “—jerk off material,
right?”  
 
“Yes!”
 
“That’s fucking shady!” he shouted angrily, amazed at how stupid and shameless
that shitty hair could be.
 
“Hmm, you’re probably right…” said Kirishima, gently tapping his chin with a
finger. “But at least I’m not going to blackmail you, right? I told you I’d
never do something like this. I’d never hurt you like that, Katsuki!”
 
Oh, but Bakugou really, reallywanted to hurt him right now. This discussion was
going nowhere, he wouldn’t obtain what he wanted like that. He might actually
have to resort to violence. He looked around once again, scowling. He
definitely couldn’t do this here though. Damn.
 
“Ah, Katsuki--” said Kirishima, glancing to where Kaminari was, “I got a few
things to take care of, so let’s talk about this later alright?” He smiled at
Bakugou and started to walk away. “I’ll be right back. Play with the kids in
the meantime if you want!”
 
“Fuck off!”
 
Bakugou gritted his teeth angrily as he watched Kirishima go away. The nerve.
The fucking nerve of that shitty hair. Bakugou was sogoing to get back at him.
Once they’re out of this hell, he’ll show him what it means to fuck with
Bakugou Katsuki. He’s going to punch him, kick him, pummel him to the ground,
fucking deck him—
 
His train of violent thoughts were interrupted when he felt someone tug at his
pants. His scowl still in place, he looked down to see three, no, four children
looking up at him. The one who had tugged at his pants was a little girl. She
had a round face, blonde hair tied in two messy buns and sharp yellow eyes that
were squinting at him. She was smiling up at Bakugou, her head tilted cutely to
the side.
 
She looked strange. Bakugou didn’t like the way she was looking at him.
 
“Say, mister,” spoke the little girl, “are you stronger than our sensei?”
 
“…What?”
 
“Because!” added another child, looking up at Bakugou with a determined
expression, “You can’t be sensei’s lover if you aren’t stronger than him!”
 
“Wha--” Bakugou frowned at the children surrounding him, What kind of bullshit
were they saying? “Wait a sec I’m not--”
 
“You’re not strong!” exclaimed the little girl with a laugh, “You’re not
strong! You can’t date sensei!”
 
“What does this have to do with--”
 
“You’re weak!” shouted another child in a high pitched voice, irritating
Bakugou even more. “Super weak!”
 
“Sensei is the strongest, so he can’t have a weak partner!”
 
“Sensei does a lot of training y’know! He even does kickboxing!”
 
“He can carry four of us at the same time!”
 
“Sensei could even carry you up if he wanted!”
 
Bakugou listened to the children brag about their strong teacher, and chose not
to mention that he had, in fact, already carried him in his arms once. Or so
Bakugou assumed, otherwise, he didn’t see how Kirishima could have brought him
to his house.
 
But this wasn’t the issue here. The issue was that these kids were seriously
starting to piss him off, with their ‘sensei’ here and ‘sensei’ there. What the
hell? Bakugou admitted that Kirishima was strong, but he was stronger than him!
That shitty hair could carry four kids at once, so what? Bakugou could do just
as much! If not better! Who were these kids to call him ‘weak’? Besides, the
smug look that the little blonde girl was giving him was irritating him to no
end. He had to do something.
 
“Okay, enough with your fucking sensei!” he shouted, silencing the children who
had been in the middle of praising their teacher. “I’m gonna show you who the
strongest here is! Bring it on!”
 
The children didn’t immediately understand what Bakugou was getting at, until
they saw him crouch down, extending his arms, a grumpy, yet determined look on
his face. Immediately, the kids’ expressions brightened, and they all launched
themselves at Bakugou, holding onto his arms.
 
“Here… we… go!” Bakugou then stood up, the kids screaming and laughing as he
proceeded to walk around, looking very much like a walking tree with all those
children holding onto him and hanging from his strong arms.
 
Well, today was going to be a productive day.
 
===============================================================================
 
 
“Uh, Kirishima?” Kaminari called out to his friend, who was currently helping a
little boy eat his meal. The redhead glanced at him with a smile, signaling
that he was listening to him. “It’s about your, er… friend.” Of course, he was
talking about Bakugou. “I know I said that you were free to like who you wanted
and all that but… Are you sure about this?”
 
Kirishima laughed. His friend’s reaction didn’t surprise him. Anyone would
think the same thing if they saw Bakugou. Well, the man was quite the specimen.
But Kirishima didn’t care. He loved him. It might seem strange from an
outsider’s point of view, and even for the person concerned, but Kirishima
really loved him.  This is why he simply looked at Kaminari, a smile on his
face and said what he thought.
 
“I love him, Kaminari.”
 
The blond blinked, surprised for a moment, before he let out a sigh. He
scratched the back of his head, a sort of defeated smile on his face.
 
“Well, I suppose you’re mature enough to make choices like this.” He said,
looking at Kirishima fondly. Trying to argue with him would be useless. He’d
been bragging about this Bakugou guy for as long as he remembers, perhaps since
the day they met. Kirishima really liked him. “I’ll support you bro, no matter
what.” He flashed him his brightest, most supportive grin.
 
“B-Bro…” Kirishima felt his eyes almost water. It took all he had not to jump
at Kaminari and wrap him in one of his bone crushing hugs. Instead, he
aggressively wiped his eyes, ignoring the curious look the little boy he was
suppose to be feeding was throwing at him. “I can’t believe I have such a
friend. You’re the best!”
 
“Heheh, I know!” Kaminari laughed heartily. He was about to make a comment
about Kirishima crying when he heard screams outside. Both men directed their
attention towards the window before looking back at each other. “…I think your
future husband is trying to kill our kids.”
 
Kirishima stood up and went to the window, followed by Kaminari. Both looked
outside, and what they saw was certainly… surprising.
 
“What is he doing?” asked Kaminari with wide eyes, slightly shocked at what he
was seeing.
 
On the play ground, Bakugou was walking around, taking big steps, with a bunch
of children clinging to him for dear life. Two children hanging from each arm,
one on his back, and one with his limbs wrapped around the man’s leg. It made
it difficult to walk, but for some reason, Bakugou didn’t seem as annoyed as
earlier. He actually had a sort of twisted grin on his face. He didn’t look
completely happy, but he didn’t look too angry either. This was an improvement.
 
“How do you like that, huh!?” he yelled, the children screaming and laughing at
him, or rather, with him. “Can your ‘sensei’ do that? I’m sure he can’t! So,
who’s the strongest now, huh!?”
 
“It’s Bakugou-sensei!” shouted the children happily as Bakugou twirled around,
albeit with a bit of difficulty.
 
“I didn’t hear ya! Who’s the strongest?!”
 
“Bakugou-senseeeeeeeei!”
 
The playground was filled with screams and laughter. The children looked so
happy to be playing with Bakugou, and Bakugou himself didn’t seem too
displeased. He had almost forgotten why he had come here in the first place.
Almost. Well, he figured that there was no harm in relieving himself of some
stress, even if it meant playing with annoying kids. Besides, Kirishima told
him he wouldn’t be available until he finished working, and Bakugou didn’t
really want to just sit around and do nothing whle waiting for him.
 
He’d rather spend his time doing something, and this served to prove those
little brats that he was stronger than Kirishima. And he was sort of having fun
too.
 
Not like he’d ever admit that, of course.
 
Back inside the small building, Kirishima and Kaminari were watching Bakugou
play with the children with wide eyes, finding it a bit difficult to believe
what they were seeing.
 
“D-Didn’t you tell me that this guy was a yakuza?” asked Kaminari, looking at
Kirishima with a skeptical expression on his face. Kirishima nodded, eyes fixed
on the man he loved playing with his beloved children.
 
“He’s a yakuza.” He confirmed, bringing a hand to rest on his chest, over his
beating heart. He looked like someone who had just seen heaven up close. He
also looked like he was ready to cry again. “I’m gonna marry him.”
 
Kaminari turned back to the spectacle in front of him, staring for a few
seconds more before sighing and going back to take care of the other kids.
 
“Sure. But first, try officially asking him out.” He said, but sighed again
when he saw that the redhead wasn’t even listening to him. He had actually
taken his phone out and was recording the whole thing, looking way too much
like a proud mother. Well, father, in this case.
 
‘Love is gonna make you dumb…’He thought, only mildly envious of him as he went
to play with other children.
Chapter End Notes
     I'M STILL ALIVE
     Terribly sorry for the very late update! But as I said i'm quite busy
     with studies and all.
     This being said, I was planning for this chapter to be much longer
     than this, with the addition of a certain new character.
     So I'm not really satisfied with it. But i'm also out of energy and
     my fingers kind of hurt, sO
     I guess I'll leave it at that. You'll have to wait until next chapter
     to see our new character!
     Also, a big thank you for reading until there!!
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
     Tw: mentions of past rape and child abuse
See the end of the chapter for more notes
“I fucking hate all of you.”
 
Bakugou stumbled to where Kirishima was currently sitting, on the stairs in
front of the small building, and flopped down, completely exhausted. Kirishima
laughed, careful not to wake the little girl who had chosen to use his lap as
pillow up.
 
“Don’t say that,” he said, a gentle smile on his face, “you were having fun,
weren’t you?”
 
“As if.”
 
Bakugou would never admit it out loud, but he did have fun. Even though he felt
absolutely exhausted and his muscles ached all over, playing with the children
did help him forget about his problems for some time. Be it the argument with
his parents, the fact that he was currently homeless, or that video that
Kirishima had on him.
 
Speaking of which.
 
“Hey,” he said, looking Kirishima, “aren’t you done? When are you going to
delete that goddamned video?”
 
Kirishima hummed softly, playing with the hair of the little girl on his lap.
He seemed to think for a second before he looked back at Bakugou, a smile on
his face.
 
“I’ll be done once these kids’ parents come and take them all back home.” His
smile then morphed into a small pout, tilting his head. “But I thought we
already went other this… I told you I won’t do anything questionable with that
video, can’t you let me keep it?”
 
“The fact that you have that video is questionable in itself!” snapped Bakugou,
glaring at him. Kirishima only pouted more, and directed his attention to the
little girl, trying to braid her hair while she was asleep.
 
Bakugou stared at him for a few seconds before clicking his tongue, turning his
head the other way. He didn’t feel like yelling at him, nor did he feel like
murdering him like earlier. Perhaps it was the exhaustion getting to him, or
maybe he actually managed to get rid of his frustration by spending energy
playing with the kids. In any case, the more he thought about it, the more he
was starting to realize that this whole thing was pointless. For some reason,
he really did want to believe that Kirishima wouldn’t do anything weird with
this video. And he didn’t seem like he would give up on it any time soon, that
damn pervert.
 
Bakugou sighed. He was tired, he didn’t want to go after Kirishima any more.
But then again, there was this little voice at the back of his head telling him
that if he didn’t get Kirishima to delete that video, then it would be the same
as losing his pride.
 
Bakugou couldn’t allow that.
 
“If you keep on frowning like that, you’re gonna get wrinkles.”
 
Bakugou glared at Kirishima, who only grinned at him. He looked like a child. A
damn annoying child.
 
“Why do you fucking care?” he asked, sounding more annoyed than angry.
 
“Wrinkles won’t look good on you, especially not at your current age.”
Kirishima wanted to poke at Bakugou’s forehead, just to see what his reaction
would be. But he didn’t want to risk losing his arm, so he held himself back.
“Ah, but now that I think about it, your mother didn’t have wrinkles at all
back then. Is this something genetic? Perhaps you won’t have wrinkles either
when you become older.”
 
Bakugou stared at him, confusion written all over his face as he kept on
blabbering.
 
“Wait, you—you know my mother?” he asked, feeling more confused as Kirishima
nodded enthusiastically at him.
 
“Yes!” he replied. “Well, I don’t knowher per se, but I did saw once when I was
little. You were here too!”
 
Bakugou narrowed his eyes at him. So not only did they meet in the past, but
his mother had been there too? How come he couldn’t remember such a thing
happening? He was sure he would remember a person as bright and charismatic as
Kirishima, so why didn’t he have any memory of it? How annoying.
 
“Hey, listen--” said Bakugou after letting out a deep sigh, “I hate all this
roundabout talk, so—how about you just tell me who you are? I seriously have no
memory of you and that honestly pisses me off, so just spit it out, hair-for-
brains.”
 
Kirishima laughed again, soft and lighthearted.  This laugh was starting to
really annoy Bakugou, not only because Kirishima did that every time the two
were talking to each other, but also because Bakugou was starting to think that
he actually sounded really nice when he laughed. Damn it. That was too gay,
even for him.
 
He kept looking at Kirishima. The redhead turned his head to look at the
children playing on the playground with Kaminari, then closed his eyes, as if
he was preparing himself for what he was about to say. A few seconds elapsed
before he finally spoke.
 
“You are a yakuza,” he said, “Bakugou Katsuki, from the Bakugou group.” It
didn’t sound like a question, more like he was stating facts. Bakugou listened
to him. “Since you were little, you were probably trained to abide to your role
of yakuza, and become the head of the group after your father.”
 
Bakugou wondered where he was going with this. He wanted to snap and tell him
to just get this over with. Like he said, he hated this roundabout talk, but he
felt like if he interrupted him, he would take a step back from what he wanted
to know, so he kept quiet.
 
“So, when you were little, you sometimes accompanied members when they had…
errands to run, is that right?”
 
Bakugou muttered a small ‘yeah’, feeling all the more confused. He didn’t like
where this conversation was going, for some reason.
 
Kirishima opened his eyes, but didn’t look at Bakugou. He kept his eyes
forward, his hand in the little girl’s hair having stopped its movements.
 
“Do you know where Tateishi is?”
 
“Tateishi?” Bakugou thought for a moment, deciding to turn his eyes to the
other children as well, “Yeah, it’s  in Katsushika. We have an office there.”
 
“Yeah,” said Kirishima, “this is where I was born. In an apartment complex
quite near your office.”
 
Kirishima paused for a few seconds, a small, unsure smile forming on his face.
 
“My father… wasn’t a good guy,” he said, “it’s your usual, cliché story. A
useless father with anger issues, alcoholic, obsessed with gambling. It’s no
wonder my mother ended up leaving us, really.”
 
Indeed, this was a cliché story for Bakugou. He could easily guess what
Kirishima would say next. The father must have faced financial problems, and
had to turn to the Bakugou group, borrow money from them, probably.
 
“When my mother left us,” continued Kirishima, “his anger issues got worse.” He
was now looking down, as if he was ashamed of what he was saying. Bakugou
couldn’t blame him, and even felt some empathy for him deep inside. “That was
when he started hitting me.”
 
Bakugou couldn’t help the knot that formed inside his stomach. It wasn’t like
he felt sad for Kirishima or anything (or at least he thought so), but it
wasn’t like he was completely heartless either. He recognized that Kirishima
didn’t seem to have had a pretty healthy childhood. At least, he could do that.
 
“This went on for quite some time.  At some point, he was so desperate for
money that, instead of looking for a proper job, he borrowed some from the
Bakugou group.”
 
So, it was just as Bakugou thought. Such a thing wasn’t uncommon, people who
came to borrow money from yakuza, but ended up not being able to repay their
debt. He already knew what his group members must have done to Kirishima’s
father.
 
“Then, one day,” continued the redhead, “men in black suits came to our house.”
Yes, just as expected. “They were looking for my father. Of course, they wanted
their money back. And since my father was unable to repay them, they took him
away.”
 
It was silent for a moment. Neither said a word as Bakugou processed what he
just listened to, and Kirishima seemed like he was catching his breath. Bakugou
looked at him, noticing how vulnerable he looked at this moment. Looking down,
with his red bangs covering his eyes.
 
Bakugou could easily take his phone, even if he had to use some force, but he
didn’t even think about it.
 
He blinked when he heard Kirishima laugh, except it wasn’t the soft, gentle
laugh that he was already used to hear. It lacked its usual cheerfulness; it
was dry, and kind of pathetic. Bakugou didn’t like that.
 
“You know,” said Kirishima, his voice much softer than usual, “I know that’s a
terrible thing to say, but when they took him away, I was seriously relieved.”
 
Bakugou scoffed lightly. Of course, one would be happy to finally be freed from
an abusive household. That was a normal reaction. He didn’t understand why
Kirishima thought it was a terrible thing to feel this way.
 
“I was finally free,” continued the other man, “Finally…” Bakugou felt the knot
in his chest become tighter with a feeling he didn’t really know what to call.
“I was so happy. I wouldn’t have to wear girl clothes, or have disgusting
things shoved into me ever again.”
 
It took Bakugou a few seconds to process what Kirishima just said. When he did,
he couldn’t help the look he gave Kirishima. Somewhere between shocked and
confused. He wasn’t sure himself of what kind of face he was making, so he
tried to contain himself. But still, his shock must have been quite apparent,
given the smile Kirishima gave him.
 
“When my mother left us, he kind of went crazy,” he said, his smile still in
place, although Bakugou didn’t find this funny at all, “and he started
blabbering about how he’d always wanted a girl and how I looked like mom. And
things kind of escalated from there. Makes no sense right?”
 
Bakugou wanted to wipe that stupid smile off his face. He looked as if he was
trying to make what happened to him into something banal. This wasn’t right.
Bakugou hated that, hated the way he was telling his story with such a pained
expression and yet was smiling so pitifully. It felt like he was looking down
on Bakugou, he hated that.
 
“And right after they took my father, you appeared.” Bakugou felt like he was
snapped back to reality. So he was there, huh? “You looked so cute at that
time, I remember you well. Ah, but now that I think about it, it’s no wonder
you didn’t recognize me.” He chuckled softly, a little bit of his usual
cheerfulness seeming to come back. “At the time, I had black hair, and it was
much longer too. Like a girl’s.”
 
Indeed, it’s no wonder Bakugou didn’t recognize him. But now that he thought
about it, he did remember a bit of what Kirishima was talking about. He
remembered accompanying his mother and some group members to retrieve money
from shady guy, and there he met someone. Yes, he remembered now. It was a
pretty girl, with long black hair and red eyes.
 
Bakugou frowned, looking more intently at Kirishima. Yes, those were indeed the
same piercing red eyes. He remembered now. It wasn’t very clear, but he did
remember meeting Kirishima. But apart from that, the rest was still a bit
foggy.
 
“Do you remember what you said back then, Katsuki?” Bakugou blinked, then shook
his head. Kirishima grinned and leaned closer to him. “Once I become the head
of the group, I’ll make you my wife.”
 
Bakugou almost choked on his own spit, while Kirishima laughed.
 
“I—what?” stammered Bakugou, suddenly very embarrassed, “No way in hell! I’d
never say that!” Even if he had been a child at the time, there was just no way
Bakugou could have said something so embarrassing. At least, that was what he
thought. Cheeks red, he waited until Kirishima’s laughter died down, briefly
wondering how the fuck that little girl on his lap was still asleep.
 
“But you did Katsuki! I swear you did!” His cheeks were red too, albeit not
as red as Bakugou’s. “Aah, you were so cute! You were so small, but you had
this really determined look on your face! Too cute!”
 
“Ugh, shut up would you!” yelled Bakugou. He didn’t want to hear about his
embarrassing past, back when he still wanted to become a full fledge yakuza.
Thinking about it, it must have been before he developed his crush on Midoriya.
How embarrassing.
 
“Aah, but--” Kirishima had finally stopped laughing, but he was still smiling,
a much happier smile than earlier, “even though this might be something you’d
rather forget, it was actually a very precious moment for me.” His expression
softened and he looked at Bakugou with a sort of fondness in his eyes. Coupled
with his stupid happy grin, it kind of made Bakugou’s heart flutter. “It was
the first time someone was so kind to me.” He tilted his head to the side, and
Bakugou almost choked again. “It was at that moment that I fell in love with
you.”
 
Bakugou felt like his entire face was on fire. What the hell was wrong with
this guy? Who actually says such embarrassing shit while looking like that?
With such a fond expression on his face, looking at Bakugou as if he really was
in love with him, as if Bakugou was the most precious person to him.
 
Bakugou found it hard to think coherently. Shit.
 
“Ah, after that, I was taken in by some relatives. I was lucky, they were quite
wealthy and I was able to have a comfortable life after—Katsuki?”
 
The blond said nothing. Instead, he simply stood up, silently walking to where
some children were playing in the sandbox. He crouched down near them, asking
if he could play too, his back to Kirishima.
 
“…Don’t try to make things better than they actually were.” He said after a few
seconds of silence. “Back then, I was just a kid. You really think I was
serious about what I said?” Kirishima didn’t answer, Bakugou hoped he was
understanding what he was saying. “Those were just the words of a brat who was
just trying to sound cool, that’s all. I have no intention of taking over the
group, so forget about that.” He let a few seconds pass before he spoke again.
“Forget about me.”
 
Since Kirishima had told him his story, there had been like a weight in the pit
of his stomach, something that felt vaguely like guilt, but he decided to
ignore it. He had no reason to feel guilty. It was Kirishima’s fault,
everything was. He was the one who had idealized Bakugou, thinking of him as
some kind of hero. He was the one who fell in love with him. He had nothing to
do with this, and thus, no reason to feel guilty.
 
However, even though he told himself this, the feeling was still there.
 
How annoying.
 
“Deku.”
 
Bakugou immediately turned around when he heard the name. He looked at
Kirishima with wide eyes. The redhead was smiling at him, head tilted to the
side.
 
“Deku,” he repeated, as if saying this name once wasn’t enough to give Bakugou
a heart attack, “that was the name you were screaming last night when we were
doing it.” Bakugou gritted his teeth together, standing up abruptly. “Is this a
friend of yours?”
 
“You shit!” Yelled Bakugou angrily, stomping towards the redhead. “This doesn’t
concern you, so you better--”
 
“Excuse me, Bakugou-sama?”
 
Bakugou was about to give Kirishima a piece of his mind when he heard someone
call him. He turned around reflexively, since only his group members called him
with such honorific.
 
Before him was a man that he’d never seen before. He was tall, with white hair
tied in a short ponytail and red eyes. He was wearing a black suit, and he
looked old, with a pale and slightly wrinkled face. There was an eerie air
around him, something that Bakugou didn’t like at all.
 
“Ah, so it really isyou, Bakugou-sama.” Said the man, taking a step forward, a
strange smile spreading on his face. “You grew up really well.”
 
When he said this, Bakugou couldn’t help the disgusted expression that formed
on his face. Another creepy guy who claimed to know him, even when Bakugou was
positive he'd never seen him in his entire life, had appeared. For
approximately the fourth time today, Bakugou wanted to die.
 
‘Enough already…’
Chapter End Notes
     AFTER ONE MONTH I FINALLY UPDATED WHOOOOOOOOO
     aaaa it's been too long, BUT, now i'm done with my exams so I have
     lots of free time to update. All I need is the motivation to actually
     write.
     I was thinking about maybe updating this every Wednesday (so that I
     can use this as an excuse to avoid YOI spoilers on tumblr yknow)
     Oh well, this depends on my level of motivation
     Btw, thank you for reading this far! Since I haven't written in a
     very long time, i'm sure there are quite a few mistakes here and
     there, so as usual, don't hesitate to point them out and i'll correct
     them after wards!
     I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
End Notes
     Thank you for reading! If you see any mistakes, please don't hesitate
     to point them out to me! And constructive criticism is absolutely
     welcomed!
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