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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      僕のヒーローアカデミア_|_Boku_no_Hero_Academia_|_My_Hero_Academia
  Relationship:
      Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya_Izuku/Todoroki_Shouto, Bakugou_Katsuki/Midoriya
      Izuku, Bakugou_Katsuki/Todoroki_Shouto, Midoriya_Izuku/Todoroki_Shouto
  Character:
      Bakugou_Katsuki, Midoriya_Izuku, Todoroki_Shouto
  Additional Tags:
      Freeform_kinda, a_little_fluff, a_little_smut, Threesome_-_M/M/M,
      Polyamory
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-25 Words: 4395
****** sparks will fly ******
by purpleho
Summary
     Katsuki, Izuku, and Shouto get together. That's the whole story.
Notes
     this is kind of a small collection of drabbles in the same timeline.
     comments are always appreciated. enjoy~
7.
It burns.
 
The flittering touches that run up and down the expanse of Izuku’s torso burn
his sides. It’s too hot, far too hot and he whines and convulses at each graze
of a fingertip and swipe of a calloused palm.
 
When two fingers find a nipple and pinch hard, sending a rush of heat coursing
through him and causing him to break out into a cold sweat, that’s when he
loses it.
 
Izuku feels like he’s on fire. His eyes roll back and he can’t help the
unintelligible blabber that falls from between his lips.
 
It burns, but honestly, he wouldn’t want it any other way.
 
Katsuki’s sweat slick, rough palms rubbing him down from head to toe. It’s
sticky and maybe a little gross but it sends Izuku into a frenzy every time.
 
Shouto’s left hand emitting the heat of boiling water as his fingertips just
graze the surface of porcelain skin. It scorches Izuku to the bone, but he
can’t help his pathetic, gargley whimpers for more.  
 
Then there’s a moment when real flames ignite in the curve of Izuku’s tummy.
 
The nitroglycerin filled sweat that pours from Katsuki had gathered there, in
the ridges of Izuku’s hardly defined abs.
 
And the heat emanating from Shouto was enough to set anything even remotely
flammable on fire at that point, so the nitroglycerin does what it does and
burns.
 
They stare at it.
 
Watch the flames dance around on Izuku’s upper abdomen. It makes his skin look
almost luminescent.
 
Shouto and Katsuki’s faces become fully illuminated and Izuku’s wide eyes drift
up to look at them. The way their faces contort into pure awe. The way they
lean closer and rest their heads against each other.
 
Izuku cries at the site. The site of his boys looking so gorgeous lit up like
that. With the shadows that are flickering across the room sliding over their
faces.
 
Shouto puts it out after a moment longer.
 
It’s dark again and Izuku’s sobs are loud and snotty.
 
“Hey,” Katsuki coos gruffly, fumbling closer, letting his palm rub over the
taught, blistered skin on Izuku’s stomach.
 
Shouto falls down next to him in the bed immediately. Drapes an arm over Izuku
and nuzzles his nose against Izuku’s cheek.
 
“Sorry, baby. Sorry,” Shouto murmurs gently.
 
Katsuki shifts around and grabs the burn cream from the bedside table.
 
“J-just don’t want it to end,” Izuku sniffles out, sobs fizzling down to tiny
hiccups.
 
Katsuki and Shouto still at that and even though it’s close to pitch black
Izuku can almost see their smiles shining through the dark.




1.
“I like you.”
 
They’re alone in the common room, draped over one of the sofas with a few
textbooks and loose papers scattered around them on the floor and coffee table.
 
Izuku is used to Shouto’s bluntness by now. They’ve been close friends for
months and it hardly shocks him when Shouto just says what’s on his mind with
that blank, far off stare on his face.
 
So Izuku takes it in stride, not letting himself get flustered because he knows
Shouto is still getting used to the whole “social interaction” thing and
doesn’t always know how to properly say what he means.
 
“You know I like you too, Shouto,” Izuku laughs out.
 
Izuku makes to busy himself with some of the homework they still have left, but
Shouto rests a hand on his shoulder.
 
“No, Izuku, I- I  really  like you.”
 
Izuku’s head whips around then. He looks at Shouto, really looks at him. Takes
in the way his eyes are cast down, the way his cheeks are dusted a soft pink,
the way he’s biting his lower lip.
 
Oh, he  likes  me.
 
It takes a few seconds after the realization fully hits him, a few seconds of
awkward sputtering, terribly blushed cheeks, and flitting glances before Izuku
can properly formulate a response.
 
“O-okay,” He says, hardly able to look Shouto in the eye.
 
Shouto stares at him, eyes wide and searching his face.
 
“O...kay?” Shouto repeats trying to understand if this is Izuku letting him
down gently or something else entirely.
 
Izuku swallows his nerves for a second, squeezes his eye shut and works up
every ounce of courage in his body.
 
And he leans in and kisses Shouto on the cheek.
 
When he pulls away, they smile at each other, ragging red blushes licking at
their cheeks like wild flames.  The energy between them sparks like a single
ember hitting a tree and setting a forest ablaze.







5.
The first time Katsuki and Shouto use their quirks together is on Izuku’s
birthday.
 
It’s his first birthday after all three of them are together. They try their
hardest to make it special for him, but things never quite go as planned
 
“Goddamnit, Shouto, I thought you were getting the candles,” Katsuki growls.
 
Katsuki has come to learn how to keep his voice down when it comes to them.
Though his temper is still prone to super bad flare ups, he’s trying. All that
matters to them is that he’s trying.
 
“Katsuki, you were at the grocery store when you picked up the cake, I assumed
you were getting them,” Shouto replies calmly, watching Katsuki’s cheeks tint
red.
 
He’s realized it was his fuck up.
 
“Guys, guys,” Izuku says softly, “It’s okay. I don’t need any candles. It’s not
a big deal.”
 
He looks between them. They’re perfectionists, of course something of such
minimal importance would get them worked up because regardless of what it is,
it means everything wasn’t perfect.
 
Izuku tries to think of something to calm them down but before he can  Shouto’s
face lights up.
 
“Katsuki, hold up your index finger,” Shouto says.
 
He’s cute like that, Izuku thinks, with his eyebrow furrowed slightly. Pleased
with himself for coming up with some seemingly brilliant idea.
 
Katsuki scoffs, but he indulges him anyway, holding his hand up with his index
finger pointed at the ceiling.
 
Shouto reaches out, and touches his own fingertip to Bakugo’s.
 
A few silent seconds pass, then there’s smoke, and then, in the blink of an
eye, a tiny flame sits atop Katsuki’s fingertip.
 
The three of them are entranced for a moment, unable to look away from the tiny
flame that twirls on the pad of Katsuki’s finger.
 
“Holy fuck,” Katsuki says, breaking their hypnotized stupor.
 
“Yeah,” Shouto replies, still staring.
 
Katsuki slowly moves his hand, cupping the flame slightly, until it’s right in
front of Izuku’s face.
 
“Make a wish, birthday boy,” Katsuki all but whispers.
 
And Izuku does.




I hope our flame burns bright forever.





6.
“Ow.”
 
It’s their first time attempting three way sex when the kink is really
discovered.
 
Izuku is sitting in Shouto’s lap while Katsuki is between Izuku’s legs
preparing him diligently. They’re all caught up in the moment and it takes
Izuku longer than maybe it should to register that Shouto is burning him.
 
 “Shouto, ow,” he says again, louder, and this time both Shouto and Katsuki
 stop everything.
 
Shouto lets his hands fall from their spots gripping each of Izuku’s arms.
 
“Oh, god, sorry- sorry, what happened, was I gripping too tight, sorry-,”
Shouto stutters out
 
“It was just a little too hot, is all,” Izuku says quickly, cutting him off.
 
There’s a beat of silence.
 
“Wait, what? Hot?”
 
Izuku and Katsuki share a slightly confused look.
 
“Icy-hot, you never realized your left side heats up unconsciously?” Katsuki
snaps, his loud voice booming in the quiet of the dorm room.
 
“What?”
 
Katsuki scoffs at him and reaches a hand around Izuku’s body, fingers finding
their way to Shouto’s left arm.
 
“God, it feels like an insane fever, the type that’ll fucking kill you. Izuku’s
not used to that kind of heat, you have to be careful with him,” Katsuki
chastises lightly.
 
“K-Katsuki,” Izuku whines, though it feels good to be coddled.
 
“You’re like that too, you know,” Shouto says suddenly.
 
Izuku watches as Katsuki’s face twists into a perplexed glare.
 
“What?”
 
“Kacchan, you never realized your palms heat up unconsciously?” Shouto says,
mocking him.
 
Izuku can’t see Shouto’s face, but he can almost hear the smirk interlaced in
Shouto’s words.
 
“What the actual fuck,” Katsuki growls.
 
He has long since the start of the conversation removed his sticky fingers from
Izuku’s ass. They’re now rested on Izuku’s inner thigh and he instinctively
grips at the toned muscle there.
 
“Why didn’t you tell me that?” Katsuki continues, now staring at Izuku
intently.
 
“U-uh,” Izuku stutters, embarrassment whirling in the pit of his stomach, “I
don’t really mind? I kind of like it?”
 
They’re quiet and Izuku knows he’s turning bright red.
 
“I-I just mean, I feel so warm and safe when I’m with you guys and I like that.
It’s so comfortable and I-,” Izuku mumbles on until he’s cut off by a peck on
the lips from Katsuki .
 
And like the flame of a lighter being flicked into ignition, the mood returns
full force.






2.
“You like Bakugo, don’t you?”
 
They’ve only been dating for 2 and a half months when Shouto asks him. And
Izuku’s heart drops and splashes in the pit of his stomach. Because it’s true.
He likes Bakugo. He’s had a stupid crush on him since forever and knowing that
Shouto knows crushes him.
 
But the worst part is that he likes Shouto too. He likes Shouto just as much
and he doesn’t want to ruin something so perfect and pure, to ruin their
amazing relationship that was everything they both needed,over a stupid crush.


“S-Shouto, I- it’s not like that, I just-,” Izuku starts, fumbling over his
words, trying to come up with what to say, how to say. How not to sound like a
total douche.



“I like him too.”
 
Izuku feels his mouth tumbling open and his face scorched by embarassed heat.
 
He stares at Shouto, has to be certain this whole thing isn’t just a figment of
his very active imagination.
 
A pretty red is blossoming across Shouto’s own cheeks, and he’s staring right
back at Izuku.
 
“What? Shouto, when? How?!” Izuku says, voice rising in pitch, getting louder.
 
Shouto gestures for him to keep it down because they’re in a public family
restaurant and they’re already getting a few looks.
 
Izuku is confused to say the least. Shotou and Bakugo were at each other’s
throats just about every other day and if it wasn’t a screaming match (mostly
just Bakugo screaming into a void) it was intense fiery glares.
 
And on top of that, what did this mean? Izuku and Shouto both had a crush on
someone else. A crush on the same person. Was there something wrong with them?
Was this some sort of message about their satisfaction with each other?
 
“He’s a bit dangerous, isn’t he?” Shouto say wistfully, setting an elbow on the
table between them and resting his cheek on his palm,” He’s loud and obnoxious,
annoying, rowdy, wild. But he’s intriguing.”
 
Shouto’s eyes shift to the side and his blush intensifies. Izuku knows he’s
gawking but he can’t pull himself out of his shocked daze.
 
“I can’t help but imagine this is how cavemen felt when they discovered fire
for the first time,” Shouto continues, “How they felt when they touched it and
it burned them. And yet. Even though they knew it was dangerous, even though it
was scary, they realized they  needed  it.”
 
Shouto’s voice trails off and Izuku almost wants to cry at how eloquently the
description of all the pent up emotions he’d felt towards Bakugo for years had
fallen out of Shouto’s mouth.
 
“S-Shouto,” he sniffles out, “What does this mean, though? What about  us .”
 
There’s silence between them for a second,  Shouto’s eyes drift back towards
Izuku’s face.
 
“Haven’t you ever heard of polyamory?” He says, corners of his mouth twitching
up into a slight smirk.
 
The realization flickers insider of Izuku and like fuel being added to a small
flame, the emotions inside of him only grow more intense.






4.
“I’m cold.”
 
Izuku says it offhandedly, not to anyone in particular. Fall has just started
and there’s a chill in the air, even though he’s already inside.
 
Class hasn’t started yet and Izuku is standing with Iida and Uraraka by
Uraraka’s desk, engaging in their ritual morning chatter.
 
He doesn’t even think much about his random spoken thought until
 
“You should wear a better jacket, dipshit,” Katsuki booms, more bark than bite,
as he enters the classroom and makes his way over to where Izuku is standing.
 
Without any thought he grabs Izuku’s hand and  subconsciously rubs it between
his own two hands in an attempt to warm it.
 
“Fuck, you’re freezing,” he mumbles, staring at Izuku’s hand, “Do I need to buy
you gloves or something? Won’t take care of yourself until we nag you to
death?”
 
Izuku is about to say something when his other hand is suddenly engulfed in a
similarly powerful and warm grasp.
 
“I have an extra pair with me if you need them going home,” Shouto says,
suddenly right beside Izuku.
 
He’s exuding heat from his left side, though whether intentional or not, Izuku
isn’t entirely sure. Izuku can’t help but lean into him, feeling comfy in an
instant.
 
“Kiss-ass,” Katsuki says, no spite in his words, as he looks at Shouto with
slightly narrowed eyes.
 
“True,” Shouto replies easily with this shit eating grin on his face.
 
Izuku laughs so hard he can barely catch his breath and even though Katsuki
tries his best to hide it, a wide grin cracks across his own face.  
 
“U-um.”
 
Uraraka’s voice brings them back into their surroundings and Izuku finally
realizes that everyone is staring. Everyone.
 
“Oh, yeah, we’re sort of, uh, dating?” Izuku says sheepishly, face flushed and
brain slightly out of it from his previous giggle fit.
 
“Surprise?” He adds as an afterthought, flashing a meek smile at Iida and
Uraraka seconds before taking in their borderline horrified expressions.
 
There’s dead silence before Iida all but yells.
 
“Pardon my language, but what in the ever loving fuck.”
 
And even though Izuku knows the three of them are going to have a lot of
explaining to do, he laughs along with the rest of the class and finds himself
squeezing Katsuki and Shouto’s hands even tighter.







8.
They know each other’s bodies too well now.
 
All of Izuku’s sweet spots discovered, every ridge of Katsuki’s toned muscles
explored, every inch of Shouto’s soft skin gazed upon.
 
They move together like a well oiled machine, dance around each other like a
well choreographed tango. Become one like separate flames merging together.
 
Katsuki is almost always the one to kiss first.
 
He pulls Izuku close and runs his tongue over Izuku’s lips before slotting
their mouths together.
 
Shouto usually watches this from the edge of the bed, sometimes palming himself
through his pants, sometimes just enjoying the view.
 
But today he already has his dick out.
 
Their normal sparring session had been far more hot and heavy than usual and
the tension was thick. So thick that  it had almost been suffocating as they
took the dorm’s only elevator up to the top floor and hurriedly stumbled into
Katsuki’s room.
 
Shouto strokes himself hard and fast, and watches as Izuku lets Katsuki ravage
his mouth. There’s always a lot of biting and fingers fisted in hair with
Katsuki. He’s just rough enough for it to almost be too much but not quite.
 
Katsuki pulls away from Izuku after minutes that bleed together and swivels
around to find Shouto.
 
He clicks his tongue.
 
“Impatient.”
 
Shouto doesn’t get the chance to retort before Katsuki swats Shouto’s hand off
of himself and pulls him into an even fiercer kiss than the previous one with
Izuku.
 
Now it's Izuku’s turn to watch.
 
This is usually where they fight for dominance, fight for who will take Izuku
first, but today Shouto is feeling compliant. Shouto lets Katsuki overtake him
completely. He lets Katsuki push him backwards until his back is against the
bed.
 
They kiss for a few moments longer until Katsuki pulls back and pushes himself
up slightly. He’s got his hands planted on either side of Shouto’s head and
hovers over him slightly, knees planted on either side of his waist.
 
“What’s with you today?” Katsuki mumbles, eyes gliding over Shouto’s face,
searching.
 
Shouto eyes flit over to Izuku for a second, immediately zoom in to the way he
has his hand down the front of his shorts with a huge wet spot already seeping
through the front of the gray fabric.
 
He swallows and says, “I think- I think I want you to fuck me.”
 
There’s a stunned silence .
 
It was always Shouto and Katsuki fucking Izuku. Always. They’d never really
talked about it explicitly but it just fell into place like that because Izuku
prefered the less dominant role. He prefered letting them have their way with
him and he didn’t even need to say it for it to be clear.
 
But Shouto, Shouto was never quite sure what he needed. He’s never had much of
a sex drive until this. Until  them . And maybe it was the way Katsuki handled
him. The way he could lift Shouto over his shoulder and throw him down. The way
he could grab at Shouto’s neck and have him completely under control.
 
Shouto needed that from Katsuki.
 
“Shouto,” Izuku says soothingly, crawling over to them.
 
He swipes a hand across Shouto’s forehead, brushes Shouto’s sweat damp bangs to
the side.
 
“Just me, or,” Katsuki asks slowly, his question trailing off.
 
He’s still hovering, still dragging a hawk’s eye over every small twitch and
crease in Shouto’s face.
 
“Yeah- yeah,” Shouto replies feeling breathless suddenly.
 
Izuku’s fingertips are smoothing over his face, gliding over his cheeks,
relaxing him.
 
“Okay,” Katsuki says, almost to himself.
 
He pushes himself up completely and sits back, straddling Shouto’s lap and
quickly leans in to kiss Izuku.
 
“You can wait, right?” Katsuki mumbles against Izuku’s lips, before moving back
and  letting his hands rub over  Shouto’s clothed chest. He feels Shouto’s dick
twitching against his thigh, but he ignores it for now.
 
“Of course,” Izuku says quickly, “Focus on Shouto right now, yeah? I’m fine
with just watching if it comes to that. You guys are so hot together, it’s-
it’s enough.”
 
Katsuki smirks knowingly as Izuku moves away.
 
Shouto wants to say something, wants to protest, but if Izuku is okay with it
for just this once, what is there to really protest.
 
When Izuku said they were hot together, he hadn’t lied. Katsuki’s palms are
damn near singeing the fabric of Shouto’s shirt as he rubs his palms over
clothed muscle. It’s a different feeling than what Shouto feels when he’s
heating himself up. It’s blistering and bubbling, boiling over like a pot of
hot water. Shouto can’t contain the “shit” that slips past his lips.
 
Katsuki grins at him and then they're kissing.


Sex with Katsuki is really something. Both Izuku and now Shouto, could attest
to that. He’s relentless and unforgiving when he’s in the heat of it. Almost
animalistic, and Izuku can just barely take the worst of it. Shouto almost
can’t take it at all.
 
Katsuki is slow and gentle where he sees fit, he’ll prep so slowly it’s almost
painful, he’ll kiss languidly just to make sure they know just how much he
actually cares.
 
But when he’s finally balls deep it’s almost like a switch has flipped.
 
It’s mind numbing really.
 
Of course Shouto had stuck his fingers up his ass before, most gay boys
probably had just to test if it really felt all that good. But fucking Bakugo
Katsuki was an entirely different animal.
 
The bed is shaking, creaking loudly, as Katsuki’s hips snap rhythmically.
 
Shouto can’t do anything but stare up at Katsuki with his mouth hanging open,
unable to formulate anything but wet, choked moans in the back of his throat.
 
At some point Izuku lifts Shouto’s head slightly. It takes him a few more
seconds than it should to finally register that his head is now resting in
Izuku’s lap. It takes him a few seconds more to realize that Izuku’s dick is
out and poking against his cheek.
 
He nuzzles his face against it and when he feels Izuku send a breathy moan
ghosting over his face it jolts him into a babbling fit.
 
“Shouto,” Izuku mumbles, leaning forward enough for Shouto to feel the heat of
a blush radiating from him, “You’re taking it so, so well.”
 
Shouto whimpers in response and then he’s gasping
 
Katsuki is hitting him in all the right spots. Always does. And it suddenly
becomes a sensory overload.
 
His dick rolls around on his stomach in a nasty puddle of precum and then
Katsuki grabs it.
 
“Look at you, all soaking wet just for me. Just for  us. ”
 
Katsuki’s growl sends both Izuku and Shouto into a fit of shivers.
 
“I-Izu,” Shouto babbles, turning his head to the side and nuzzling his nose
against Izuku’s dick. He gets a moan in return,  that  moan, and before he
really has the chance to do much more, Izuku is shooting cum across his cheeks.
 
“F-fuck, Shou, fuck,” Izuku whines jerking his hips up slightly, letting the
tip of his drooling dick smear across Shouto’s forehead.
 
“How can you- how did you cum just from that,” Katsuki says breathlessly.
 
Katsuki’s chest is all red and Shouto feels the heat of his palm increasing as
it roughly jerks him. Then, Katsuki slows his thrusts, and stops jerking
altogether, squeezing the base of Shouto’s dick hard.
 
Shouto feels tears prick his eyes because it hurts. He was so close and it hurt
for it to be stopped so abruptly. His hips try to buck up but Katsuki’s grip is
too strong
 
“Ka-Katsu-” Shouto starts, but he’s cut off by his own scream as Katsuki slides
the tight grip of his deathly hot palm up Shouto’s length only once. And Shouto
cums hard.
 
It hits him in waves. He jerks violently, eyes losing focus, his mind going
blank for seconds upon seconds. Izuku pulls Shouto up slightly, hugs him
against his chest, holds him tightly as if to keep him from rolling off the
bed.
 
He feels Katsuki’s thigh with his foot and wonders if Katsuki isn’t touching
him because he’s trying to hold back an explosion. His hand  was  extremely
hot.
 
He wants to say something, but it comes out garbled and fuzzy.
 
Izuku just presses a cheek against his and mumbles something about being a good
boy in his ear.
 
“D-d-did you cum,” Shouto is finally able to get out while Izuku rocks him
slightly. His eyes are finally refocusing and he sees Katsuki peeling off his
condom.
 
“Of fucking course I did, how couldn’t I,” Katsuki grumbles, holding up the
used condom as if to show proof.
 
Izuku chuckles. Then there’s silence  
 
“Fuck, I love you guys,” Katsuki blurts out suddenly, sounding out of breath
for no reason.
 
It’s the last thing Shouto registers before passing out with a satisfied smile
gracing his lips.  








3.
“Are you two fucking  serious ?”
 
Bakugo is staring at them from his spot leaning against the wall. His eyebrows
are knitted so tightly together that it looks painful.
 
They hadn’t meant to corner him in the empty hallway after classes. They hadn’t
meant to spring this whole thing on him so suddenly either. But Shouto was too
straightforward for his own good and Izuku didn’t have enough of a backbone to
stop him.
 
“We are,” Izuku says, avoiding eye contact and wringing his hands together.
 
It’s nerve wracking really, and Izuku is scared the’ve blown it by being so
forward about this. They should have tried to seduce him subtly. Should have
tested the waters to gauge his reaction. This was such a huge mistake and now-
 
“Why?” Bakugo says, voice lower than Shouto thinks he’s ever heard it.
 
His face is red, but they can’t tell if he’s angry or something else.
 
“Why what?” Shouto asks back.
 
He’s staring Bakugo down, looking into his very soul and Izuku wishes he wasn’t
being such a nervous wreck right now so he could see it too. See Bakugo’s soul
that was so many layers deeper than the average person could ever imagine.
 
“W-why do you two bastards like me,” Bakugo grumbles, his voice wavering.
 
Shouto sees the crack as clear as day. The crack in Bakugo’s hard exterior.
There’s more in there than he wants anyone to discover, but Shouto and Izuku
knew. They’d both been watching too long to not know.
 
“Bakugo. We like you because you’re you. As cliche as that might sound, it’s
the truth. We know better than to believe all that pride and obnoxiousness is
the only thing inside that beautiful little head of yours.”
 
Shouto’s voice is smooth and soothing. He says everything so matter of factly
that you’d believe anything that came out of his mouth. And Izuku knows he can
because Shouto only ever tells the truth.
 
Izuku looks up at Bakugo’s face then. He sees a lot at once and it’s a bit
overwhelming. Bakugo’s eyes are wide. He looks scared. Maybe of their emotions,
maybe of his own, but it’s too hard to tell. Then there’s this microexpression
flashing across his face, a twitch of the corners of his lips, and Izuku thinks
it’s a smile desperately trying to spread. Maybe a cocky smirk, but the look in
Bakugo’s eyes tells him it’s far from his usual confident grins. It’s something
else.
 
“Kacchan,” Izuku finally says, making Bakugo’s eyes snap towards him, “We just
care about you. It’s okay if you don’t want this, we understand it’s weird,
but-”
 
“No,” Bakugo says, cutting him off, voice a strangled shout, “I want to try it.
I want to. But just know I fucking suck at dating so don’t take all this shit
back when I can’t give you what you’re expecting.”
 
Izuku breaks out into quite possibly his widest smile ever and when he glances
at Shouto he see the other tearing up.
 
Izuku looks back to Bakugo and this time he’s sure that red sprouting across
his cheeks is a full on blush.


It takes a bit of fanning, but their fire ignites and burns strong.


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