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Even though he’d never ever admit it, Katsuki Bakugou fell in love for the first time at the ripe age of six years old. He’d been knee deep in itchy grass and deafened by cicada cries when Izuku Midoriya waddled up to him. He had short legs and scabbed knees, but also the biggest smile Bakugou’d ever seen.

He held out a dandelion in a dimpled, pudgy hand and asked, “Marry me, Kacchan?”

Bakugou squished the dandelion in his fist. “Marriage is for losers, Deku!”

Izuku’s mouth pinched into a frown, his lower lip wobbling. Bakugou’s heart crawled up into his throat: he expected Izuku to cry because he’d always been a crybaby. But Izuku just blinked once and then twice. He looked back up at Bakugou and smiled. Bakugou’s heart flip-flopped— he worried he’d puke all over the grass and the damn dandelion.

“That’s okay! We can still be a pack.”

“Ha! Who’d wanna be in a pack with a nerd?”

...but he forgot to say no.

If the first time had been like a hurricane, the second was like the slow rise of the tide. He only realized he couldn’t get back to shore when he was in way too deep.

It started when he saw Shouto Todoroki in the middle of the dorm kitchen with a colander full of mushy soba noodles.

“Yo, Half-n-half, who the fuck can’t boil soba?”

“Oh. Bakugou.”

“Tsk. Let me do it.”

Bakugou pulled down more noodles and set the pan up to boil on the stove. He hated bland, uninteresting cold soba. He didn’t even think about why he did it, until he passed Todoroki the finished soba and got a small smile for his efforts.

If Izuku’s smile was like the sun, bright and freely given, Todoroki’s was a lunar eclipse— the sort of thing he could blink and miss or wait a whole lifetime for.

Bakugou’s stomach roiled.

Shit.

Katsuki Bakugou was an expert at not caring about unimportant shit. He mentally filed his crushes Deku and Half-n-half right next to the extras in their class and losing: shit he’d never ever think about again.

Then he got to class and saw Todoroki standing next to Izuku’s desk— leaning up into his space and whispering in his ear. A loud whooshing pounded against Bakugou’s temples. Izuku rolled up his sleeves, showing the pale, scarred skin of his forearm. If Bakugou pressed a finger against his wrist, he bet his pulse would be racing. Todoroki’s throat bobbed and Bakugou could see a sliver of his collarbone when his neck craned closer.

Bakugou chucked his bag down hard enough to rattle his desk. They backed up from each other so fast it made his head spin. Izuku’s entire face flushed bright red.

“Bakugou,” Todoroki said as a way of greeting.

“Yo, get back to your own fucking desk.”

“Bye, Todoroki!”

Bakugou wanted to hit that dreamy, coy little smile off Izuku’s mouth. He also contemplated kissing it off, which... was not unappealing. His heart crawled up into his throat, left his mouth tasting dry and sour. Bakugou slammed down into his seat before he ended up popping a boner in front of the whole class or something equally embarrassing.

Damn.

Bakugou groaned and squinted at the clock. Aizawa was already five minutes late. He drummed his fingers against the desk. His skin felt too warm. Someone should crank up the goddamn AC. Bakugou slumped down further in his chair. Something small and hard bounced off the back of his head.

“The fuck...?”

Bakugou twisted around in his seat. He saw a wad of crumpled paper next to his chair leg. Izuku leaned over from the desk behind him. Bakugou swatted at his hand and swiped up the paper.

“Kacchan?” Izuku tapped his shoulder.

Bakugou smoothed out the ball. Izuku craned over his shoulder, close enough his breath brushed against Bakugou’s cheek. The handwriting looked slanted and cramped on the wrinkled paper:

Midoriya,
Meet me outside after class
T.

Bakugou almost laughed, a sound he choked back at the last moment. He looked over his shoulder. Todoroki looked awfully demure with his hands folded one over the other— like he hadn’t just thrown a note to Izuku like an elementary schooler. Bakugou’s mouth spread into a wide grin.

“Yo, Half-n-half.”

“Mmhmm.”

The corner of Bakugou’s mouth ached from how hard he smiled. Izuku turned a bright pink and looked like he might puke or faint in equal measure. Todoroki’s expression didn’t budge: expressionless with dark, guarded eyes.

“You and the nerd got plans?”

“Would you want to come if we did?”

“You askin’ me out, Half-n-half?”

“And if I was?”

Someone in the class let out a scandalized gasp. For a while there, it’d felt like they were the only three people in the room. But now, Bakugou felt the other seventeen pairs of beady eyes on them.

Izuku leaned over the desk and whispered, “Kacchan?”

“I got better shit to do than hang out with nerds.”

Izuku hummed low in his throat— truthfully, he didn’t sound all that disappointed. Something hot prickled at the back of Bakugou’s neck. He looked back to Todoroki: he didn’t seem disappointed either.

What the fuck was going on with the two of them?

Aizawa finally sauntered into the classroom. His eyes looked more puffy and bloodshot than usual. He placed a thick Manila folded down on his desk.

“Next week is August,” Aizawa said with a monotonous drawl, “which means it’s the annual pack race for first years.”

“Hell yeah!” Denki pumped his fist up into the air. He craned over to Kirishima. “What does that mean?”

“Be quiet, Kaminari.” Jiro kicked at the back of his chair.

“This year Vlad and I have restructured things. You will not be making physical contact with the other class, everyone will wear belts—“

Bakugou slumped down low in his chair and groaned.

Who the fuck decided a shitty race would be the best way to test out pack dynamics? Bakugou sure as shit wouldn’t consider anyone in 1A his pack. What total horseshit.

“— whoever collects the most flags will be the winning team—“

Bakugou’s ears perked up: well, he did like winning.

Back at the dorm, Bakugou’s room felt sweltering hot too. He tugged at the collar of his shirt. He blew out an angry breath and looked back to their assignment.

Bakugou squinted at the page: pack dynamics. Bakugou doubted Aizawa could’ve come up with a dumber assignment if he tried. Whatever, they had to race 1B. Awesome, he’d kick their ass. Take an exam about goddamn useless pack dynamics? Bakugou would rather jump out the window.

He jabbed his eraser against his notebook.

Alpha scents can be recognized by: ________

Bakugou craned his head to the side and sniffed at his armpit. Useless.

Someone tapped their fist against his door. They were real quiet at first, then they gave the door a good, solid pound. Bakugou peeled himself out of his chair.

“Shitty hair, I’m not gonna bail your ass out of—“

Bakugou whipped the door open and just stared.

“Hi, Kacchan!”

“What do you want, nerd?”

Izuku held up his notebook— full of post-it notes sticking off pages and cover scribbled all to hell. Bakugou wrenched the door open wider.

“Fuck it.”

Izuku set his bag on the floor and plopped down on Bakugou’s bed. Bakugou expected him to flip open his notebook, instead he started to fluff up Bakugou’s pillows— like he owned the place or something. Bakugou stared at him. Izuku peeled off his jacket and rolled it up into a ball behind him.

“Nerd.”

“Huh? What’s wrong?”

“What the hell are you doin’?”

“What do you mean?” Izuku frowned and finally opened his notebook.

“Tsk.”

Omega scents can be recognized by: ______

”Yo, Deku, what do you smell like?”

“.... myself?” Bakugou didn’t blame him for being confused— most kids got used to the scents of their classmates and they’d been in school together for years.

“Fuck this.”

Bakugou scribbled in sweet.

Izuku twisted around and started to adjust Bakugou’s bedding again. It probably should’ve irked him, but right now he only wanted to explode his notebook. Stupid questions and dumbass pack bullshit. Izuku smoothed out his blanket and then decided to fold it up on the end of the bed. Bakugou slouched down low in his chair and groaned.

Then he heard another rap against the door.

“Yo, who is it?”

“Bakugou, it’s me. Is Midoriya there?”

“Oi, I’m coming! Don’t get your panties in a twist, Half-n-half.”

Bakugou threw the door open. Todoroki stood there with three styrofoam takeaway containers and a notebook under his arm.

“This you tryin’ to get on my good side?”

“I was hungry, I thought maybe you would be too,” Todoroki said. “I got you hot soba.” His nose wrinkled up at the hot, but he held out one of the containers anyway.

Bakugou swiped it up and waved him into the room. He passed one of the containers to Izuku. Then he sat down cross-legged on the floor with his container full of cold, bland soba. Bakugou collapsed back onto his chair.

Bakugou took a bite of the noodles— the hot spice bit pleasantly at his tongue. He hummed low in his throat. He took another big bite and then looked back at his notebook. Stupid pack bullshit.

“Half-n-half. Whaddaya think omegas smell like?”

“Musky?”

“What about alphas then, dipshit?”

“Muskier.” Todoroki took a pointed bite of his soba.

Izuku cleared his throat and said, “I think they’re trick questions. Most scents are so... individual. There’s no good generalization. Think about all our classmates.”

Bakugou really couldn’t say, so he settled for Todoroki’s very succinct musky and muskier.

“Whadda ‘bout betas?”

“Mild,” Todoroki decided with a nod.

Izuku’s mouth pinched into a frown. “Maybe, but I can pick up your scent, Todoroki, a lot easier than say, Iida’s—“

Shit. Bakugou had thought Iida was a beta until that moment. Bakugou scribbled down mild.

Todoroki rubbed at his chin. “How often do you have ruts or heats?”

“Ha! You don’t know?”

“No, I don’t.” Todoroki didn’t seem all that embarrassed about it, instead he seemed curious.

“Most people have ‘em a few times a year clustered in late summer or early fall.”

“Well what about you in particular?”

“What about me, Half-n-half?”

“How often are your ruts?”

“Depends. I had a small one in goddamn May this year.”

Bakugou didn’t miss the way that Izuku’s whole body perked up with visible interest. Todoroki looked over to him on the bed too.

Then he cleared his throat, maybe trying to act more uninterested than he was. “What about you, Midoriya?”

“I haven’t had a heat since I was thirteen, I think?” Izuku shook his head. “Suppressants.”

“Didn’t know you took that shit,” the words slipped out before Bakugou could stop them.

“Really? My mom said my scent got more... metallic after, but—“

“Y’know you don’t have to stop them, right?”

“What?” Izuku laughed, short and awkward. But his eyes looked bright and eager.

“Your heats. There’s all sorts of crap you can do to be safe— like IUDs and shit. Jeezus why the fuck are you looking at me like that?”

“What?” Izuku’s voice sounded raspy. He cleared his throat.

“You seem quite knowledgeable,” Todoroki said and Bakugou didn’t know if that was a compliment or not.

“Hell no I’m not! My dad did the bare ass minimum talkin’ about this shit.”

Izuku and Todoroki exchanged a look. Bakugou had no idea how the hell to feel about it. He settled for taking a loud, slurp-y bite of soba.

His stupid notebook felt like it stared at him with inkblot eyes and paper for teeth. Goddamn pack dynamics.

“Now get the fuck out, I gotta study this bullshit and don’t need you idiots hangin’ around.”

“Okay! See you tomorrow!”

“Have a nice night, Bakugou.”

They shuffled toward the door, all their stuff in hand. Izuku felt the need to adjust his blanket one final time. Bakugou glared at him and got a broad, sheepish smile in response.

“Hurry it up.”

After they left, his room felt... lonelier than it should have.

When Bakugou finished studying, he wiggled into bed. Something familiar and warm tickled his nose. He jerked his head to the side and saw Izuku’s jacket: the one he’d balled up and apparently left in Bakugou’s bed. Bakugou grunted and shoved the jacket underneath his head. At least the fabric wasn’t itchy and shit.

He closed his eyes and tried not to think about damnable pack dynamics.

He imagined a warm mouth dragging along the bare expanse of his throat. The feel of fingertips stroking along his hip bone. He felt so... relaxed, like he floated aimlessly at sea. But also like the hot sun beat down on the crown of his head. He twisted around and watched his own breath escape in a soft plume of smoke.

“Bakugou?” A familiar voice drawled against the shell of his ear.

He jerked around again and finally saw him: with his stupidly pretty face and his hair mussed like strands of bicolor silk. Bakugou inhaled: slow and deliberate. Todoroki smelt mild and alkaline. Which didn’t seem quite right.

“Kacchan?”

Another pair of arms wrapped around his chest and a face nuzzled between his shoulder-blades. Izuku’s body felt sturdy and searing hot against his back.

“What do you nerds want?” His voice came out muffled and garbled, like he spoke underwater.

Todoroki tipped his head to the side and just said, “You.”

Someone’s palm cupped between his legs and then a warm mouth pressed against his. A heady jolt burned through his body.

Izuku’s breath burned against his cheek. “We need an alpha, Kacchan.”

All his nerve endings chanted: yes, yes, yes—

Bakugou woke up with his nose smashed in Izuku’s jacket and an insistent throbbing between his legs. He twisted onto his back and glared up at the ceiling. He rubbed the heel of his palm against one swollen, puffy eye.

He pawed at his nightstand. It took him three tries, but he finally swiped up his phone. He squinted at the bright screen and googled:

How do omegas and betas react to an upcoming rut?

He skimmed through the suggestions: a particular highlight being “omegas get wet” from some trashy cosmopolitan ass bullshit site.

He chewed at his lower lip and made a mental list:

1. Omegas may start to nest or encourage the alpha to
2. Betas may try to give gifts or offer assistance with the nest
3. They might not give a shit at all

Well that didn’t help at all. He rubbed at his eyes. It probably depended on if they were interested or not. Certainly some of their classmates had to be omegas who’d gone into heat and Bakugou sure as shit didn’t notice.

His lips felt dry and cracked and gross. His tongue swiped across his lower lip and he tasted something metallic. He typed:

Alpha, omega, and beta trios

Bakugou didn’t really know what exactly he expected, but a pornhub video titled ”alpha fucks beta and omega into submission” really wasn’t it. He scrolled down and popped over onto Wikipedia:

One of the most common pack groups. Traditionally, omegas would be responsible for rearing children, betas would maintain the home, and alphas would be the main breadwinner for the household—

Great. So they were supposed to what exactly? Be a mom, a maid, and a piggy bank? Bakugou’s whole body rankled. That sure as shit wasn’t gonna happen. He clicked randomly on a book excerpt linked on the Wiki:

The Alpha/Beta/Omega trio is one of the most timeless pack groups. With the omega’s emotional vulnerability, the beta’s soothing presence, and the alpha’s fierce passion—

Yeah, nope, that wouldn’t do either. Sure, Bakugou had loads of passion. Oodles of it. But Izuku sure as shit did too and he definitely wouldn’t describe Todoroki as ‘soothing’.

Bakugou tossed his phone to the side and scrubbed a hand across his face.

He could still remember how they’d felt in his dream: so deliciously warm and solid. But most importantly they’d felt like they were his. It shouldn’t have excited him, but blood rushed between his hips so fast he felt lightheaded.

He shoved down the waistband of his shorts and took himself in hand. He closed his eyes and started to stroke himself. He wanted to be efficient, but he then he pictured them:

The way frost clung to Todoroki’s upper lip whenever he overused his right side— mouth so distracting and pink, Bakugou wanted to wipe it off just to feel the soft swell of his lip. But Todoroki would stare back at him and lick his lip like a damn porn star. So achingly, startling pretty.

Then Izuku would land in front of him, fists held out in front of himself: sickeningly determined with his bright, brilliant eyes. Bakugou’d look up and down his body: stare at the way Izuku’s calves and thighs flexed under the tight material of his hero costume. The bright blush that’d dust his face whenever he caught Bakugou’s eye. That same blush that carried down his solid chest all the way to his trim hips—

Bakugou let out a quiet grunt. He came way too fast, would’ve been embarrassed if it wouldn’t have just been him and his hand. The slow, steady buzz of pleasure rumbled through his body. He exhaled, too fast and eager. He propped himself up in bed and wiped his wet, sticky hand off on a Kleenex.

Bakugou flopped down onto his back again and glared at the ceiling.

He was definitely gonna go into rut soon.

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Katsuki Bakugou only had to make it two more days, then the stupid pack race would be over and he could focus on shit that actually mattered. Like Half-half and Deku... dealing with his rut. Unfortunately, it felt like his skin was gonna melt off his body like a sad clump of confetti leftover from an eight year old’s birthday party.

He breathed out a stiff exhale. The dorm felt too busy and cloying: he wanted to run, to crawl out the window and escape— He kicked his feet up on the coffee table. From across the room, Denki or Mina or someone cackled. Bakugou’s temples throbbed.

He slumped down lower on the couch and looked out the window. Snow in goddamn August. He tipped his head back and saw them: Izuku and Todoroki huddled together on a bench. They looked saccharine sweet and Bakugou felt like he had a goddamn cavity.

“Hey, man, this a bad time?”

“Fuck off, shitty hair.”

Kirishima laughed and collapsed down on the chair across from him. He followed Bakugou’s gaze out the window to where Izuku and Todoroki sat. Someone else laughed again.

Bakugou twisted around. “Shut it! I’ll kill you—“

Someone laughed again for the third fucking time. Bakugou slammed a hand down on the back of the couch. Someone shushed them— very loud and theatrically— then the whole lot of them slinked out of the room. Kirishima didn’t say anything right away, just gave Bakugou a smile. Bakugou kicked his heel down on the table, hard enough the whole thing rattled. It felt good, well, other than the pain that laced up his heel.

“Rut’s coming up,” Bakugou grumbled and slouched down lower on the couch.

“Oh, bad timing,” Kirishima said sympathetically, “especially with the race—“

“Shut up,” Bakugou thrusted a finger toward him. “Sparky bitched all damn morning ‘bout it.”

“So you don’t care about it?”

“Of course not! Imma fucking win.”

Kirishima’s mouth twitched. “I’m sure you will! Even with your rut—“

“Jeezus fuck, it’s not like I become a sex-crazed monster! It’s not like porn, shithead.”

Kirishima blinked at him with wide, dark eyes. Holy hell, UA needed a better sex ed curriculum. The door blew open. Izuku trembled from excitement or nerves or the unseasonably cold weather. He wrapped his arms around himself and shot a brilliant grin toward Todoroki. Todoroki’s whole demeanor softened, shoulders slumping and his arms falling slack.

Kirishima twisted to look at them. Something about that made Bakugou’s whole body tense and rankle. He kicked his heel against the edge of the table. The feet slid against the ground with a loud, metallic creak. Kirishima jerked back around to stare at him.

Bakugou jerked his chin to the side and said, “Get lost.”

“Alright, see you later, man!”

Kirishima ducked out of the living room. Izuku’s mouth pulled into a small frown. Todoroki barely reacted though, eyes dark and hidden. Bakugou felt a growl rumbling up in his throat.

“Are you alright, Bakugou?”

“Fan-fucking-tastic, Half-n-half.”

Izuku took a half step toward him and reached out a hand. “Kacchan—“

Snow melted in his fluffy hair. A stray droplet of water dripped down his forehead. Bakugou’s fingers itched with how badly he wanted to reach over and swipe it away.

Instead, he tightened his hands into fists. “There’s shit in your hair.”

“Is there?” Izuku shook his head, another stray drop rolling down his cheek. He wiped the back of his palm against his face. “Is that better, Kacchan?”

“Tsk. Snow in goddamn August.”

“Oh, that was me,” Todoroki said like that really explained anything.

“What the hell? Why?”

“Snow can be considered romantic,” Todoroki spoke evenly and matter-of-fact, like he’d read it on a forum or wiki page somewhere.

“Maybe in a fucking hallmark movie, Half-n-half. No one wants to have their balls frozen off.”

“I liked it, Todoroki,” Izuku said his name with a dreamy little smile, voice pitched low and wispy.

Todoroki shook his head. “Shouto.” That single word held so much weight it could’ve been a punch to the gut.

“Shouto,” Izuku agreed. His hand pressed against his sternum like he was trying to hold his heart back from leaping out of his body.

Bakugou’s lip curled up. “What the fuck’s gotten into the the two of you?”

“Oh,” Todoroki blinked, once and then twice. His mouth parted like he wanted to say more.

“Nothing!” Izuku said way too fast.

Bakugou’s eyes narrowed as he peeled himself off the couch. “Whatever,” he jerked his chin to the side.

He stomped off toward the door but Izuku’s hand caught on his sleeve, “Kacchan?”

“Whaddaya want?” Bakugou tugged his arm away.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m gonna scope out the competition for this shitty race.”

Todoroki’s frown deepened. “Why?”

“‘Cause I’m gonna win this shit. That’s why.”

“Can we go with you? To see?” Izuku’s words escaped in a rapid jumble.

“Tsk,” Bakugou clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, “not like I could fucking stop you.”

“Great!”

Izuku beamed at him. Bakugou’s stomach did a goddamn somersault. Todoroki still looked at him too: eyes a bit squinted and dark. Bakugou felt goosebumps crawl up his arms. He wondered what it’d be like to pull them both close and shove his nose against their necks, what they smelled like—

It was the rut, it had to be.

Bakugou pushed the door to the USJ open. The lights slowly blinked on, some of the farther regions lagging. Bakugou squinted: there were more zones than he’d remembered. But, they had been preoccupied with a whole bunch of other shit the last time they’d been here.

Izuku tugged on his sleeve, “I think this might be considered cheating, Kacchan.”

“No, it’s not, nerd,” Bakugou rolled his eyes, “those fucking extras in 1B are just dumb.”

“It’s not against the rules?”

“Jeezus, use your damn ears, Half-n-half.”

“It’s unsportsmanlike,” Izuku frowned, “did you ask Thirteen for permission or—“

“No shit. The other class can fucking scope it out too,” Bakugou rolled his eyes. They both quieted then. Bakugou didn’t miss the look they exchanged behind his back: eyes wide and eager and secretive.

They were up to something. Bakugou’s upper lip curled up.

They walked toward the starting line— white banner already sprawled out between two large rocks in the landslide zone. Bakugou’s eyes flicked to the side: if one team started here, the other should start in the conflagration zone with the hopes both teams would meet in the mountain zone.

Bakugou stomped further into the rubble. He heard Izuku’s shout, “wait, Kacchan!” Then an electric green blur came to rest next to him.

“Chill out, nerd, just wait with your boyfriend.”

Izuku’s whole face burned a brilliant, bright red. Bakugou wondered if he leaned closer if he’d smell them on each other already. His stomach trembled with something dangerously close to excitement.

Todoroki spoke from where he stood a few feet behind, “What do you mean?”

Bakugou’s face pinched tight. “You and the nerd?”

“Oh.” Todoroki looked over to Izuku. His face didn’t even twitch, but he looked thoughtful. That or he was doing a great job of hiding something.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “You really gonna deny it?”

Todoroki blinked at him. “Well, we’re not,” his voice sounded sure, but the yet went unspoken.

“Hey, nerd—” Bakugou leveled a finger at Izuku “—you datin’ half-n-half?”

And, yeah, he couldn’t blame them: they’d make a pretty nice couple. He felt pretty sure he’d read somewhere about the presence of a beta helping with heats. It was practical, only made sense. He tried not to imagine them together, but the image came to him unbidden: the whipcord strong muscles of their bodies all tangled up.

“W-well!” Izuku’s cheeks flushed a blotchy red. “No! Not really. W-what made you—“

“Jeezus, quit rambling.” Huh. Shit.

“I told you we weren’t, Bakugou.”

“Yeah, yeah, I heard you the first time.”

Izuku cleared his throat and moved further through the landslide zone, “Let’s keep going! You wanted to keep going, right, Kacchan?”

Bakugou shoved his hands deep into his pockets. “What? You want me to hang around, nerd?”

“Of course, Kacchan—“

“—If you want to,” Todoroki felt the need to say.

Bakugou squinted at them. He jerked his chin up and stomped forward. The rubble and rock dug up through the soles of his shoes. Some parts of the ground felt uneven and slick.

“You asked about me and...” Izuku hesitated and looked away from Todoroki. “But what about you, Kacchan?” He asked so earnestly and softly.

“What? We gonna gossip like fucking school girls?” Bakugou’s nose wrinkled up. Izuku just looked at him, with big and bright and hopeful eyes.

“You didn’t answer, Bakugou.”

“Fine, then you go first, Half-n-half. You got a girlfriend? All the girls in class won’t shut up about you.”

Todoroki’s head tilted to the side. “They talk about me?”

“How clueless can you get! C’mon, you tell him, Izuku.”

Izuku’s face flushed, but Todoroki asked, “Tell me what?” With an indignant little furrow pulling between his brows.

“You’re... you,” Izuku offered up lamely as his face turned an even brighter shade of red.

“Hot.” Bakugou rolled his eyes. “You can say it, nerd. Fucking everyone thinks it.”

Todoroki folded his hands in his lap. “Even you, Bakugou?”

“Tsk,” Bakugou jerked his head to the side. “I said everyone, didn’t I? I have eyes. Don’t go thinking you’re special.”

“Oh.”

For a moment, they all just stared at each other. Izuku’s face changed from every shade of pink and red possible. Todoroki looked down at his hands. It was... awkward. Bakugou kicked a stray rock and watched it roll down the hill.

“O-oh well,” Izuku choked back a nervous cough, “now it’s your turn, Kacchan.”

“What? If I got a girlfriend?”

“Mmhmm.” Izuku’s head bobbed up and down. Maybe he’d lost the ability to speak because of the heat of his blush. Honestly, Bakugou couldn’t really blame him.

“Nah.”

Todoroki frowned. “Before I thought you and Kirishima or maybe you and Mid—“ he stopped himself suddenly.

Izuku looked like he might faint. “O-oh.” He cleared his throat and his voice came out hoarse. “What?”

“Me and shitty hair?” Bakugou’s whole face twisted into a grimace. “No.” Todoroki looked at him like he expected him to clarify the Midoriya part of his question too.

The three of them stood there in a triangle for a few moments. They were all painfully, awkwardly quiet. Todoroki cleared his throat. Izuku’s tongue swiped out across his lower lip. Bakugou’s whole body ached with the heady thrum of anticipation.

“I read this story the other day about this group of three people who—“ Izuku said it like an alpha, beta, and an omega weren’t the most logical pairing in the world: they were the goddamn holy trinity or whatever the fuck they wanted to be.

“Fuck this.”

Bakugou grabbed onto Izuku’s collar before he could talk himself out of it. He pressed a hard, bruising kiss against his mouth. Izuku let out a loud, startled gasp. Bakugou jerked back.

“No! It’s okay—“ Izuku grabbed onto his shoulder, “you can— again—“

Bakugou lurched forward and pressed their mouths together again, softer this time. Izuku tasted warm and mildly like toothpaste. Bakugou grinned against his mouth, his teeth gently closing over Izuku’s lower lip. Izuku let out a choked off inhale.

His chest felt warm and solid against Bakugou’s. He smelt like grass and summertime and goddamn cicadas and dandelions— like home or destiny—

He squeezed Bakugou’s sleeve. Bakugou didn’t want to let him go yet, hands fisting up tight on the back of his shirt. Izuku laughed against his mouth: sickeningly fond and kind. Bakugou grunted at him.

Izuku twisted his head to the side, “Kacchan— Todoroki—“

Todoroki’s mouth pulled into a cautious frown when he asked, “should I leave? I can—“

“Shut up,” Bakugou’s hand grappled for purchase on Todoroki’s shirt, “c’mere.”

He jerked Todoroki in toward him. His eyes were blown wide and his mouth parted into a small ‘o’. Bakugou’s hand threaded through the hair at the nape of his neck and pressed their mouths together. Like Izuku, he had absolutely no idea how to kiss. But his lips felt warm and soft under Bakugou’s.

Then his breath grew ice cold. A shocked chill jolted up Bakugou’s spine and goosebumps raced up his arms. Todoroki mumbled something that could’ve been an apology against his mouth. Bakugou grinned against him. Losing control of his damn quirk over a kiss. Excitement and pleasure tumbled in Bakugou’s gut.

“Are we going to— we could—“ Izuku pawed at Bakugou’s arm and then Todoroki’s.

Todoroki’s mouth pulled away from Bakugou’s. He leaned over to press a soft, chaste kiss against the corner of Izuku’s mouth. They looked so... sweet together. It made shivers wrack across Bakugou’s body. Izuku let out a quiet, desperate noise against Todoroki’s mouth.

It didn’t feel quite like his dream did— here, they were so wonderfully close and real and solid— pleasure curdled deep in his gut. He wanted them so badly, to kiss the hell out of them on rubble and rocks— the corner of his mouth ached. He realized he was grinning and had to look like a damn lunatic. But Izuku locked eyes with him and let out a short, quiet gasp: like he could read Bakugou’s mind and see all the wonderful, terrible things he wanted to do.

Todoroki blinked, slow and sluggish, when he said, “Bakugou, Midoriya, what do you want to—“

“We’re gonna fuck. Unless you got a problem with that, Half-n-half?” Bakugou gave a gentle tug to his hair.

“No problem here!” Izuku’s voice pitched up high as he shoved his hands under his arms. The obvious tent between his legs gave away his eagerness.

“Good,” Bakugou grinned, razor sharp, he tipped Todoroki’s head back, “how about you?”

“Oh.” Todoroki blinked once, heavily, before he decided. “Yes, I’d like that.”

“Fan-fucking-tastic.”

The three of them collapsed down onto the ground together, on their knees and pressed close. Bakugou fumbled with Todoroki’s pants. He popped the button open and pulled at his zipper. Todoroki unbuckled his belt and laid down on his back. Bakugou settled down on top of him, his leg slotting between Todoroki’s thighs. Heat thrummed through Bakugou’s veins and settled low in his stomach. Off to the side, Izuku let out a soft gasp.

Bakugou slipped his hand inside Todoroki’s opened pants. His left hand, deliciously warm, grabbed onto Bakugou’s forearm. Bakugou pressed the heel of his palm against the forming hardness between his hips. He let out a breathy sound that was barely audible past his parted lips. Bakugou cupped him properly, felt the warm, heavy weight of him only held back by thin cotton.

“Bakugou,” Todoroki said it much more coherently than he had any right to. Still, his neatly manicured nails dug tiny, perfect crescents against Bakugou’s wrist. “Katsuki.”

Izuku let out a quiet, strangled sound— like he’d choked back a moan at the last second. He sat cross-legged with his hands tucked firmly in his lap. His eyes were saucer-wide and delightfully bright.

“You don’t gotta just sit there and watch, nerd.”

Todoroki lifted a hand out to him— with his stupidly pretty, slender fingers curled just so and beckoning. Izuku slipped his hand into his and allowed himself to be tugged in closer. He settled next to Todoroki’s hip up on his knees. It felt so warm, the three of them a hair’s width apart. So close they breathed each other’s air.

Izuku’s mouth trembled— with excitement or nerves or both. He rubbed sweaty hands against his knees and his throat bobbed. Bakugou hooked a finger into his belt loop and scooted down along Todoroki’s body.

It was an awkward position, one of Todoroki’s legs pinned between them— the other under Bakugou’s chest. Bakugou propped himself up a bit, forearm pressed high on Todoroki’s thigh. Bakugou tugged Izuku’s hips in closer to him.

Izuku’s throat bobbed as he stared down at Bakugou. His hands were tightened into fists, like he didn’t know what to do with them. Bakugou grinned, so wide his mouth ached as he pressed his face between Izuku’s hips.

“Kacchan!” Izuku sounded breathless and shocked, but he didn’t say to stop.

Bakugou’s teeth closed over the zipper tab and tugged it down. The sound of the zip could’ve been a gunshot. Izuku’s thigh trembled underneath his palm. Bakugou flicked the button of his pants open, nose pressing against his crotch. Izuku let out a startled noise like he’d been shot.

Todoroki’s leg wiggled against how Bakugou had pinned him. He managed to prop himself up on his elbows. His breath escaped in short, sharp pants as he watched the other two.

Bakugou grinned against Izuku. He smelt a bit musky and sweaty but so much like Izuku. The flat of his tongue dragged a long line against the warm, thin fabric of Izuku’s underwear. Izuku let out a soft moan and Bakugou could feel it vibrating through his body.

Todoroki wiggled his pants and underwear down around his thighs. He managed to pull his right leg out from under Bakugou’s chest and draped it over the small of his back. It felt heavy, with his heel digging against the dip of Bakugou’s spine. But, it also gave Bakugou a great view of the flushed hardness between his legs when he looked over.

“Here, Shouto,” Izuku said the name so soft. He wrapped his hand around Todoroki’s bare length. Todoroki’s eyes fluttered closed for a moment and his heel dug in harder against Bakugou’s back.

Bakugou fumbled to shove his own pants down. It felt blissfully, sinfully good to be freed from the fabric pushing on his crotch. Izuku collapsed back onto his haunches. Bakugou’s fingers dug into his hipbone and dragged him closer. They were like a human knot, all tangled together and so so perfect.

Izuku’s free hand— the one not wrapped around Todoroki— pushed his own underwear down finally. The hard, flushed length of him bobbed out of his pants. Bakugou leaned in close again and pressed his mouth against the tip. Izuku gasped, and maybe his hand tightened on Todoroki or something, because he let out a groan too.

Bakugou pressed his hand between his hips and took himself in hand. His skin felt blisteringly warm and sweaty and delicious against his hardness. He opened his mouth and took Izuku in.

He tasted bitter and musky, but Bakugou didn’t care because he shouted, “Kacchan!” Like how someone would say a prayer.

Todoroki’s hips flexed up into Izuku’s fist and his heel kicked against Bakugou’s back. “Sorry,” he said it almost sheepishly, eyes glazed over with lust.

Bakugou hummed against Izuku— in acknowledgment or encouragement or both, he really didn’t know which. He swallowed around him and Izuku’s hand knotted up in his hair. Bakugou felt himself growing embarrassingly close, the throbbing between his legs growing more and more insistent. The base of his length ached: he never imagined it’d happen like this, popping a goddamn knot over Deku and Half-n-half. God, but he didn’t want to stop—

Todoroki looked just as bad he felt though, his head thrown back and a bright flush on his cheeks. Bakugou’s eyes flicked up: and yeah, Izuku had taken to biting his lower lip, whole body wracked with trembling. Bakugou pressed his other hand up between Izuku’s legs, feeling for the warm wetness of him. When he found it, his finger pressed inside. Izuku and Todoroki, and maybe Bakugou too, let out a desperate moan.

It all happened quickly after that— Todoroki let out a strangled noise and Bakugou could feel his toes curling. Then Izuku’s hips jerked forward and Bakugou could really taste him. Which, he obviously didn’t hate since his own length jerked in his hand. Arousal burned through his body so hard and so fast it felt like a freight truck. Bakugou gave into the feeling, pumping himself faster.

Only afterward did he grimace at the streaks of white he’d shot across the rocks and his palm. Luckily Todoroki also looked like an absolute disaster with his hair tangled and wetness crusting between his bare thighs.

Bakugou spit and left another nasty, milky glob smeared across the dusty rubble. Izuku’s face burned beet red. Todoroki blinked at them hazily before he flopped back down.

“Kacchan, I’m sor—“

Bakugou wiped the back of his hand across his mouth. “‘S fine, nerd.”

Bakugou wiggled out from underneath Todoroki’s leg and away from Izuku’s crotch. He tucked himself back into his pants and tried to look halfway decent. He rubbed his wet, sticky hand against a tree trunk.

When he looked back over, Todoroki and Izuku had done the same too. If one felt inclined to ignore the cum mixed in with the rest of the rubble from the landslide, maybe no one would notice anything happened.

Izuku cleared his throat before he spoke: “Are we going to talk about—“

“Stop rambling, Deku.”

“What do you want to talk about, Midoriya?” Todoroki asked, like it wasn’t already obvious just from the eager glint in Izuku’s eyes. He hesitated before he slowly corrected himself, “Izuku.”

“Let’s get outta here,” Bakugou jerked his chin up toward the door, “‘fore someone fucking sees.”

Once they were back outside of the USJ together, August sun burning across the top of their heads, Bakugou cleared his throat.

Izuku stiffly jerked toward him. “Kacchan...?” That stupid nickname felt like it held the weight of the world, and Bakugou didn’t know quite how to answer him.

“Are you alright, Bakugou?” Todoroki asked.

Luckily Bakugou could answer that: “‘M fine. You guys planned this, right?”

“Well,” Izuku’s face flushed a dark red, “not all of it. But I was hoping, well, we both were hoping, you’d say yes.”

“We talked about you,” Todoroki said like that was a perfectly reasonable explanation.

“Well I haven’t said yes to shit yet,” Bakugou said out of impulse.

Izuku’s face pinched tight. “Kacchan—”

“Don’t gimme that look,” Bakugou shoved his hands into his pockets. He had to look away because Izuku grinned too brightly at him. “Fine. Yes— but don’t be a goddamn distraction, imma fucking win this stupid race and I’ll deal with the two of you after.”

“All of 1A is a team,” Todoroki said, although he didn't sound very sure of that himself.

“We’ll win it,” Izuku agreed.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Whatever, nerds. Imma win.”

Chapter Text

“Yay! Team meeting!”

All of 1A clamored haphazardly into the living room of their dorm. Bakugou’s whole body tensed. He’d been about to stomp off, but then he saw them. A sharp ache burned through his body.

Momo cleared her throat and stood up to say: “For tomorrow we’ll arrange into five different teams—“

They looked so stupidly perfect. They sat close together on one of the couches, then Todoroki’s hand dropped down onto Izuku’s leg— so high on his thigh and unbearably intimate. Izuku tipped his head to the side and grinned at him. His hand slipped down and squeezed Izuku’s knee. They looked so fucking cute together.

“— it’s important to pay attention to not just the other team’s scents on 1B, but also our own—“

Izuku finally looked over toward Bakugou and gave him a wide grin too. His heart flip-flopped in his chest. He wished the rest of 1A wasn’t there, that he could go over and wrap them both up in his arms. Instead, he shoved his hands deep into his pockets.

“Once we’re in and we start to move around, we have to rely on our noses—“

“Yaomomo! I suck at scenting!” Mina collapsed down on the couch across Denki’s lap.

“Ugh, so do I!” Denki slumped down.

Momo’s mouth pinched into a frown. “If using our noses fails, we’ve also discussed using Jiro’s earphones and Shoji’s dupli-ears to help find 1B. Using quirks isn’t explicitly encouraged, but it’s not against the rules either.”

Denki groaned, low and desperate. “Weeee’rrrrreeee fuuuccckkkkkeedddd—“

“Quit bitchin’” Bakugou twisted away. “I’m not losing to fucking anyone.” He slammed the door hard enough that it rattled on the frame.

Outside, the nighttime air felt so cool for August. It felt like bliss on his warm skin. Bakugou tugged at the neckline of his shirt. The cotton fabric clung to the back of his neck— all clammy and sweaty— he stuffed his hands deep into his pockets and walked forward.

He heard two sets of footsteps behind him. Bakugou twisted around. He almost expected to see them holding hands and looking terribly saccharine. Instead, Izuku and Todoroki just stood side-by-side.

“Bakugou,” Todoroki said, split hair mussed from the wind. “Where are you going?”

“Walkin’,” Bakugou jerked his chin toward the sidewalk along the dorm.

Izuku hurried to catch up to him, cheeks pinked from either the cold or embarrassment. “Are you excited for tomorrow?” he asked.

“I’m not losing.”

“Beating 1B with your quirk would be easy,” Izuku spoke up again. “But this is about using scents and your instincts.”

“Alphas have a stronger sense of smell,” Todoroki added on, “which is a natural advantage.”

“You tryin’ to give me advice too, Half-n-half?”

“If you want it.”

“Alright,” Bakugou twisted around and leaned up into their space. He didn’t know how to say I suck at scenting, coz I never gave a shit about it. So instead he said: “I’m not gonna lose no matter what.”

“You said after the race we could talk,” Izuku cleared his throat. “But, would you want to go out sometime? After? There’s a bunch of cool places that have opened up all over Shizuoka.”

When Bakugou imagined picking out a... boyfriend. He sure as shit didn’t think two guys would end up propositioning him. He also never expected one of those people to be Deku. Or, to be honest, Endeavor’s goddamn eugenics baby.

“You asking me out, nerd?” For real this time, no take backs.

Izuku’s face pinked, “... would that be a bad thing?”

Todoroki shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his eyes looked dark and interested. Bakugou jerked his gaze to the side. It felt like way too... much to look them dead in the eye.

“Nah.”

“So is that an... official yes?”

“Whaddaya think, nerd? You gonna keep makin’ me say this shit?”

“Well, I hope it is!”

“Then we’ll see you after the race, Bakugou,” Todoroki decided for all of them.

Excitement tumbled low in Bakugou’s gut. He’d win this goddamn race, and after he’d rock both of their worlds. He didn’t say any of that though, just let out a grunt in acknowledgment. Izuku smiled at him anyway, so maybe he understood.

The next morning couldn’t have come soon enough, but when it did Bakugou’s face felt like it’d been hit with a goddamn sledgehammer: eyelids puffy and swollen, his whole body aching. A persistent throbbing settled along the sides of his neck.

A drop of sweat beaded along his hairline. Fuck He didn’t even remember the walk into the USJ. It all felt sort of a like a... haze.

The stench of smoke burned the inside of Bakugou’s nostrils. He stubbed his toe against the ground, little chunks of ash breaking apart underfoot. When he’d woken up that morning, his skin felt like a thousand little ants were crawling underneath it. He pulled at the tight collar of his uniform. It felt so goddamn hot.

“Yo, Bakubro, where’d they say 1B is starting?” Denki slung an arm over Bakugou’s shoulder

Bakugou pushed him away. “Landslide zone, use your fucking ears.”

“What type of race is this anyway? Like finding people by scent? Who does that?” Denki’s nose wrinkled up.

“It’s an older tradition,” Momo spoke up to the side of them, “but the school has modernized it—“

“Dude, try ancient,” Kirishima shrugged.

Momo crossed her arms. “It used to be in place to help students find prospective... suitors.”

“Mates, Yaomomo, mates,” Denki said with a deadly serious nod.

“Okay, mates,” she shook her head. “Teams were split up between alphas and omegas—“

“Well, what happened to betas?” Kirishima scratched at his cheek.

“Obviously they were there too,” Momo heaved out an ever-suffering sigh, “I think in some cases they were paired up with an alpha in advance—“

“Wait! So it’s like 2 v. 1 for the omega? Dude, that sucks,” Denki’s nose wrinkled up like he’d sucked on a lemon.

Kirishima nudged Bakugou with his elbow. “What about you, Bakubro?”

“What the fuck about me?”

“You can team up with a beta, who’d ya pick?”

Bakugou knew damn well they all expected him to say: fuck that, I’ll win on my own. Instead he said: “Half-n-half.”

Denki and Kirishima stared at him like he’d grown another head. Bakugou stomped his foot against the ground. Denki and Kirishima just slowly turned to each other and exchanged a look.

“It’s a sex game!” Bakugou’s face twisted up. “What, you extras wouldn’t pick someone you wanna fuck?”

Kirishima squinted at him. “Is everything okay, bro? You seem a little...” he wiggled his fingers.

Bakugou scratched at his arm. “Fan-fucking-tastic, shithead.”

Which was an understatement. His whole body felt like it’d been doused with gasoline and set on fire.

Stupid rut.

Momo coughed into her hand. “Anyway, Kaminari, if you find anyone from 1B, just take their flag,” she gestured to the blue fabric knotted on the utility belts they’d all been given.

Bakugou shoved his hand out toward her. “Give me the chart.”

“What, Bakugou?”

“The one with 1A’s starting positions.”

Momo frowned but pulled the laminated paper out from where she’d tucked it inside the cover of her book.

Area 1:
Denki Kaminari
Katsuki Bakugou
Eijiro Kirishima
Yaoyorouzu Momo

Area 2:
...

Bakugou scanned further down the list:

Area 5:
Mina Ashido
Shouto Todoroki
Tsuyu Asui
Izuku Midoriya

“Bakugou, you know the objective is to find our own teammates by scent too,” Momo said, trying to sound nice as he handed the chart back.

“Fuck that.”

Maybe one of them tried to correct him, but then they heard the shrill pop of the whistle. The game was on. Bakugou exploded forward, right up into the air, and shot off like a bullet.

Area 5 turned out to be a building that had the windows blown out and shards of glass all over the floor. Bakugou landed with a loud thud. Three sets of eyes twisted to look at him.

The stench of smoke tickled his nose. Bakugou scrubbed a frustrated hand down his face. Stupid damn race.

“Yo, Pinky, fucking Sparky wants you in Area 3.” The lie slipped easily off his tongue.

“Kacchan!” Izuku beamed at him.

“Roger that,” Mina saluted him with two fingers before she jumped onto the stair railing— sliding down on acid.

Then it was just the three of them. Izuku leaned out the window, nostrils flared in the hopes of catching a whiff of anyone from 1B. That thought made Bakugou’s whole body rankle. Todoroki hung near him though, eyes guarded but so unbearably warm—

Bakugou jerked his chin up. “Yo, where’s the frog?”

“She went to help Uraraka, they think they found Kendo from 1B,” Todoroki said.

“Good,” Bakugou tangled a hand up in the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.

He tasted like cinnamon and felt so deliriously hot. He groaned against Bakugou’s mouth, fist closing over the back of Bakugou’s shirt. He tugged him in closer, thigh pressing between Bakugou’s. Todoroki pulled away, a pant escaping from his mouth.

Bakugou reached out and caught Izuku’s wrist, “get your ass over here.”

“Kacchan—“ Izuku sounded worried even though he pressed up against his side.

Todoroki’s pupils were blown dark and huge, like twin eclipses. Izuku’s mouth trembled with how badly he wanted. Bakugou wrapped an arm around him, hand sliding down low to grip at his hip. A low, startled sound caught in Izuku’s throats.

“I thought you wanted to wait until after the race,” Todoroki said.

“Yeah, fuck that,” Bakugou twisted his head to the side and sucked a bruising, open-mouthed kiss to the underside of Izuku’s jaw. His whole body burned, heady thrum of want overshadowing anything he needed.

“Our team might lose,” Izuku said.

“I don’t give a shit,” the flat of Bakugou’s tongue dragged a long line up Izuku’s throat.

They both felt wonderful against him: bodies so solid and strong. He’d started to steadily ache between his hips. He felt lightheaded and damn near delirious.

“Kacchan, what if—“

“Quit fucking worrying, damn Deku.”

Todoroki’s fingers fumbled with the zip of Bakugou’s pants, but with two sharp tugs it slid down. The warm air felt blissfully good on his freed length.

“—c’mon—“

They tumbled down onto the ground together. Todoroki spooned up against his back, Izuku shoved against his chest. His leg slid between Izuku’s thighs and the hardness trapped in Todoroki’s pants grinded against the firm swell of his ass. A moan rumbled deep in Bakugou’s throat.

Bakugou shoved his hand down the back of Izuku’s pants. Izuku let out a startled noise from where he’d pressed his forehead against the crook of Bakugou’s neck. Bakugou pressed his hand lower, two fingers hooking inside him. He felt so tight and wet around him. He let out a soft, desperate noise and pressed a warm kiss against Bakugou’s neck.

Todoroki’s arm wrapped around Bakugou’s chest. His hand skirted back down toward Bakugou’s opened pants. Bakugou moaned when Todoroki took him in hand. Todoroki’s hips wiggled against him as he started to stroke his firm length. Bakugou pressed his hips back in vague encouragement.

Todoroki’s fingers hesitated against him— fingertips stroking against the steady ring of swelling at the base. Pleasure jolted up Bakugou’s stomach.

“Never fucking seen a knot before, Half-n-half?” Bakugou’s voice came out raspier than he meant it to.

“No, I haven’t.”

Todoroki wrapped his fingers around it and gave a long stroke up the rest of his shaft. Izuku wiggled back a bit, looking down to watch Todoroki’s ministrations. Todoroki rubbed his thumb against the tip and suddenly Izuku’s fingers were prodding at the base too.

“Jeezus! Quit teasing me!”

“Sorry, Kacchan,” Izuku mumbled, but he didn’t exactly sound sorry.

Bakugou twisted his fingers up inside him. Izuku’s whole face flushed and he let out a short croak. His hands fisted up against Bakugou’s shirt. Todoroki started to stroke Bakugou properly again so Bakugou pressed his fingers up Izuku in time.

Bakugou groaned. His whole body felt like fire, like he could goddamn explode. Then he heard a loud beep beep beep, followed by the soft whish of a propeller.

The drone stared at them with a beady, metal eye.

“What is that?” Todoroki asked.

Bakugou groaned, hopelessly— he’d been so fucking close— “Fuck it! just ignore it!”

“Kacchan!” Izuku jerked away. “It’s the teachers!”

Past the haze of lust pounding at his brain, Bakugou did vaguely remember something about that: that the teachers would be monitoring the students progress using a combination of drones and cameras. Well, shit.

Bakugou sat up, still half-hard with his pants hanging open and covered in all sorts of crap from the dirt on the ground.

“Katsuki Bakugou,” the drone spit out in a high-pitched robotic voice, “please head to the changing room. You have been disqualified—“

“Fuck this!” Bakugou wasn’t particularly proud of it, but he blew the drone up. Little chunks of metal and plastic rained down like confetti.

He yanked the flag off his waist.

Izuku frowned at him, “Kacchan...”

Bakugou tugged the rest of his clothes back into a vague sense of order. “‘S fine, nerd, I’m not pissed at you.”

Todoroki reached a hand out to him, “Katsuki—“

“Relax,” Bakugou shoved his hands into his pockets, “Imma go deal with this shit.”

“We’ll see you later,” Izuku said with a bigger smile than he should’ve been able to muster considering the circumstances.

“At the dorms,” Todoroki added with a short nod.

“Fuck yes, you will.”

It felt horrible, being blue-balled to hell and back and having to leave the two of them.

He wanted to be their fucking alpha, and he didn’t know if that was the rut talking or just the truth.

At the entrance to the back area of the USJ— where they had assorted conference spaces and also the changing room— Bakugou saw two familiar figures: Kirishima and Tetsutetsu both leaned against the wall, flagless.

“Oi, Bakubro!” Kirishima’s grin fell when he noticed Bakugou’s lack of a flag.

Tetsutetsu’s eyes narrowed. “Hey, which of our guys got—“

Bakugou lunged toward him, teeth snarling. “Like you shitty extras could take me—“

“Young Bakugou!” A very familiar voice boomed behind him.

Bakugou jerked around to stare All Might dead in the eye. “What?”

“Young man,” All Might probably tried to sound placating, instead he sounded too loud. Bakugou rankled: great, so the entirety of the faculty knew then. He breathed out a stiff exhale. Fuck it. They had nothing to hide.

All Might clapped a hand down on his shoulder and guided him away from the other students.

Once he’d been squirreled away to one of the back hallways, All Might spoke: “I know this must be a confusing time for you, your body is—“

“I’ve had ruts before!”

Bakugou jerked out from his arm. All Might nodded, stiff and reassuringly— well, he probably wanted to look that way, but Bakugou could see the sweat beaded above his upper lip.

“It’s normal to want to seek out a partner,” All Might cleared his throat, “or partners. You may not have—“

“Of course I have!” Bakugou hated how nasally and desperate and broken he sounded. Every rut he’d ever had, he’d wanted fucking Deku. Every single one.

“I’ll speak with young Midoriya about—“

“Don't.” Bakugou blew out a frustrated breath. “You’ll just freak him out.”

“You’re all young and impressionable. You know, it wasn’t that long ago that omegas and betas were pressured by alphas into—“

“What the fuck! No.”

“I know, young man,” All Might clapped another warm palm against his shoulder. “I know.”

“I’m not some goddamn creep.”

“I know that.” All Might’s hand squeezed his shoulder. “I just had to ask.”

“Why?” Bakugou’s shoulders slumped down.

“When students become... involved. There are certain procedures that need to be followed to ensure everyone’s safety.”

Bakugou’s eyes felt hot and watery. He rubbed an angry hand across his face. “This is bullshit.”

All Might patted his shoulder, short and so awkward. Bakugou hoped he wouldn’t try to pull him in for a hug or something— but part of him felt so hopeless that he wouldn’t mind—

Bakugou’s lip curled back, voice sounding mean and cagey. “They fucking propositioned me first, y’know.”

“Ah,” All Might’s lips smacked together— like he’d vaguely considered that possibility but hadn’t really stopped to think about what that meant.

“So I’m not gonna stop unless they tell me no—“

“That’s alright, young Bakugou,” All Might squeezed his shoulder again— more like he was talking to a stray cat than an angry, hormonal wreck of a teenager. Which, that sounded a whole awful lot like permission to Bakugou’s rut-addled brain. “Go change and take a minute to calm down.”

“Fine.”

Bakugou stomped off into the changing room. The whole room looked ice-white and so sickeningly sterile. Bakugou threw off his clothes. They landed in a haphazard pile on the floor. Bakugou twisted on the shower faucet and stepped under the spray.

He thought of Todoroki’s stupid, ruffled hair and the soft curve of his mouth when he smiled. The way Izuku’s hand felt so warm and solid pressed against his chest. He groaned uselessly. Every other rut he’d had, he’d never fallen apart so spectacularly before.

Bakugou pressed his palms against the cold tile of the wall. The steady beat of the water dripped down his back and plastered his hair against his neck. He twisted the knob hotter and hotter— blistering heat burning the skin of his neck.

“Shit,” he turned the knob a bit colder. He shook his head, stray drops of water splattering against the wall.

Then he heard footsteps. He stepped out of the spray and twisted around. Izuku and Todoroki stood there, the former with a towel wrapped around his waist and the latter buck-ass naked. They were both covered in dirt and ash.

“The fuck happened to you two?”

“We were also disqualified,” Todoroki didn’t seem too terribly broken up about it.

Bakugou’s mouth twisted up to snarl. “Why the fuck were you—“

“We also broke the rules, Kacchan.”

“Well what idiot sent you both back here?” Bakugou asked, because it sure seemed like a stupid idea to send the three kids who’d been fooling around all to the showers together.

“Present Mic.” Todoroki said... which... well, that explained everything actually.

“Midnight wants to talk with all of us after, Kacchan.”

“The fuck she—“

“Kacchan,” Izuku’s eyebrows pinched tight together.

“I’m not gonna get some second rate sex ed lecture— ya know, I didn’t even get to fucking scent either of you so—“

“Do you want to?” Izuku took a step closer, eyes wide and eager. “You can now.”

Bakugou’s shoulders tensed, drawing up to cover his neck out of impulse. Izuku leaned closer anyway. One of his hands closed on Bakugou’s bicep and gently fisted up in his sleeve. His pupils were blown wide and dark, so big Bakugou couldn’t see the green of his eyes.

Izuku leaned in very close, then closer— the cold tip of his nose pressed against the underside of Bakugou’s jaw. He slowly inhaled, god, Bakugou could hear the shaky rumble of his breath.

Todoroki leaned in on his other side and inhaled sharply. Bakugou had been told by a girl in grade school that he smelt like a forest fire. He’d set her notebook on fire for that and then proclaimed that she smelt like shit. A tight furrow pulled between his brows: when had he started worrying about if others liked his scent anyway.

“You smell like a forest fire,” Todoroki said. Bakugou recoiled but Todoroki’s hand closed tightly on the neck of his shirt to hold him still.

“Yo, Half-n-half, the fuck is that—“

“You smell smokey and sweet, Kacchan,” Izuku mumbled against the crook of his neck.

“... just like a forest fire,” Todoroki felt the need to add.

Bakugou’s whole body tensed up tight. But, the two of them were still shoved up against him like two blisteringly hot lines. Bakugou tilted his head to the side, against Todoroki’s jaw, and inhaled.

Bergamot and sandalwood.

“I can’t smell shit past your fancy ass cologne,” Bakugou flicked his fingers against Todoroki’s forehead.

“Sorry,” Todoroki said, but he didn’t really sound apologetic.

“Tsk.”

Bakugou twisted his head to the side and inhaled against Izuku. He smelt musky and woodsy... sort of like mowed grass or cedar. It reminded Bakugou of home. A tight longing settled square in the center of his chest.

Izuku cupped a hand against Todoroki’s cheek and leaned in against him. Todoroki’s nose nuzzled against the side of his neck. Bakugou hoped Izuku enjoyed the veritable mouthful of cologne.

“Oh!” Izuku said before he tugged away. He pressed his face against the other side of Todoroki’s neck and inhaled. “You smell different on either side.”

“I know.”

“The fuck,” Bakugou pressed himself against Todoroki’s back and inhaled again. “I just smell the fucking cologne.”

“It’s underneath that,” Izuku encouraged him with a soft smile. “This side is sort of... clean like salt or nighttime—“

“Don’t ramble, damn nerd. Whadda about the other side?”

Izuku moved his face over to the left side of Todoroki’s neck. “It’s spicier,” Izuku decided.

“Fucking get in the shower,” Bakugou pressed Todoroki underneath the spray. “Wash that shit off.” He mostly meant the cologne, but also the crusted mud in his hair.

Todoroki followed his order, fingers working out some of the knots in his hair. Izuku looked like he wanted to laugh, his mouth pinched tight together.

“You too, damn deku. You’re covered in all sorts of crap.”

“Sure, Kacchan,” Izuku hopped underneath the showerhead next to Todoroki. The spray plastered his hair against his forehead. He also finally dropped his towel, now soaking wet, into a clump on the floor.

Bakugou pressed himself against Todoroki’s neck. He just smelt soap and shampoo, “I still can’t smell shit.”

“Kacchan!” Izuku hopped up onto his tiptoes, hooking his chin over Bakugou’s shoulders.

“What, nerd? I can’t.”

Todoroki’s hands closed on his hips. “It’s alright.” His thumbs stroked circles against his hip bones.

Bakugou huffed out a noise— he wanted to complain, because actually he found it frustrating. But then Todoroki sunk down to his knees in front of him. His stomach flip-flopped when Todoroki looked up at him through his bangs. Then he pressed a warm, open-mouthed kiss to the crook of Bakugou’s thigh.

Izuku, the damn minx, squeezed Bakugou’s ass. Bakugou’s head twisted around to glare at him. Izuku grinned and pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. A rumble vibrated deep in Bakugou’s throat.

“We should probably just shower and leave and go talk to Midnight—“ but Izuku still stayed pressed up close to Bakugou’s back.

Then Todoroki’s mouth pressed against the hardness forming between his thighs. Bakugou stifled a groan: his mouth felt delightfully wet and hot around him. Izuku nuzzled against the side of Bakugou’s neck. His fingers slid down along the seam of Bakugou’s ass, one soapy fingertip pressing inside.

“We really shouldn’t do this here, Kacchan,” Izuku sounded breathless though— like he wanted someone to talk him out of it or give him permission.

“Hey, damn nerd, do whatever you want,” Bakugou’s voice came out more garbled and raspy than he wanted— but Todoroki’s mouth sucking on him made it hard to concentrate.

Izuku hummed, his breath so warm against the skin of Bakugou’s neck. “Okay, Kacchan.”

Bakugou tipped his head toward him. Izuku strained up on his tiptoes, leaning up to press a soft, chaste kiss to Bakugou’s mouth. He tasted perfect, so much so that it made Bakugou want to pull him closer and push him away in equal parts. Then Todoroki’s tongue pressed against the tip of his shaft and he forgot how to think.

The three of them sat on one side of a stark white conference room. Bakugou slouched down low in his chair and groaned. Todoroki looked like he could be a statue, sat perfectly still. Izuku meanwhile drummed his fingers against the table.

“Jeez, Deku, stop,” Bakugou swatted at his hand.

“Sorry, Kacchan,” Izuku folded his hands between his legs. His lower lip pulled between his teeth.

“‘s fine.”

The door swung open. Midnight sauntered into the room. When she saw the three of them, she sighed. She sat down in a chair across from them and crossed one leg over the other.

“You know, Aizawa asked if we should tell your parents.”

Izuku’s face flushed a bright, brilliant red. Todoroki didn’t even flinch, just stared with deadpan grace.

“Ha! Tell the hag, I don’t care.”

“All Might advised against it— he thinks if anyone tells them, it should be the three of you.”

“All Might knows?” Izuku sounded breathless and looked like he might faint.

“Yup.” Midnight’s lips popped hard on the p. “I get it, you’re young,” Midnight flicked her wrist, “you want to experiment.”

“Great, so we done here?” Bakugou’s lip curled back.

“Kacchan! Please.”

“Fine.”

“Great! Now that we’re all on the same page...” Midnight’s voice drawled. She leaned closer to them and inhaled. Her eyes narrowed. “You’re the alpha, aren’t you?” She looked Bakugou dead in the eye.

“Yeah. So?”

“Well, you’re about to have a rut—“

“How the fuck can you smell that from over there?” Bakugou’s nose wrinkled up tight.

“I have a good nose for these things,” Midnight flipped her long, dark hair over her shoulder. She clicked her tongue. “Well, this situation is starting to make more sense. I wondered how three of UA’s most promising young students were disqualified from—“

“Fuck that. My rut has nothing to do with it.”

“We do try to be more modern and sex positive here,” Midnight folded her hands over her knee, “none of the faculty would encourage abstinence only—“

“Yeah, the fucking thinly veiled sex game gave that away.”

“But, you’re still minors the school is responsible for,” Midnight groaned, “so please tell me you aren’t bonded?”

“Ha! Would that be a problem for you?”

“Not necessarily— if you’re going to, we’d ask that you either talk to Aizawa or I about it first.”

Todoroki tilted his head to the side and asked, “why?”

“Bonded pairs, or in your case trios, are afforded slightly altered accommodations. We aren’t asking you to be celibate, but we are asking you to maintain a certain level of decorum during school hours.”

“We can do that, Midnight,” Izuku said.

“Good! I’m happy to hear that,” she waved a finger in between the three of them. “Make sure this doesn’t happen again, alright?”

Izuku nodded. “We’ll do better, right, Kacchan?”

“Tsk. Whatever.”

Todoroki rubbed at the side of his neck. He stared at Bakugou and Izuku out of the corner of his eye.

Hell, it wouldn’t be that hard to avoid: next time they’d just need to find a private place to fuck. Bakugou figured that’d be easy. As long as they weren’t that loud, the dorms would be fine.

Excitement and anticipation tumbled in his gut. They’d go back to the dorms—he didn’t give a shit if Iida could hear them on the floor below— none of it mattered because they’d be together. Finally.

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They didn’t talk about... it right away. Bakugou didn’t know what to say because: thanks for the bathroom blowjob, that sex ed talk was sure fun, you guys wanna fuck for real seemed desperate and sad.

It’s not like he got cold feet— he didn’t—it’s just once they got back to the dorms, so did all of 1A. And they descended like a pack of goddamn vultures trying to figure out why they’d been disqualified.

Faced with the hoard of 1A, hiding out in his room seemed like the obvious choice. Even though his gut knotted up with how badly he wanted to kiss the hell out Deku and Half-n-half.

He went to bed frustrated and hot.

The next morning he made his move.

Izuku sat at the kitchen table with a bowl of sugary sweet American cereal that had a huge picture of All Might plastered on the box. Todoroki sat next to him, pecking at a matcha and red bean granola bar like a bird.

When Bakugou stomped into the room, they both looked up at him.

“Kacchan!”

“My rut’s started,” Bakugou said, because he didn’t know how to tactfully ask if one— or both— of them wanted his knot.

“I thought it already had,” Todoroki said.

“Nah, that was just pre-hormones and shit.”

Todoroki blinked heavily. “Oh.” He cleared his throat. “How can you tell it’s started then?”

“My dick hurts.”

A mouthful of milk and cereal sprayed out of Izuku’s mouth. Well, technically hurts was an oversimplification: sure, his knot was more swollen and tender than usual, but it wasn’t like his dick was gonna fall off or something. That wasn’t close to being the most annoying part either: his heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest.

“If you nerds wanna get laid, come to my room after class.”

“You’re not coming?” Izuku blurted out, “to class?”

Bakugou blew out a breath. “Nah.”

“Oh,” Izuku twisted around to look at Todoroki: almost like they were having a whole conversation with their eyes.

“But be fucking sure, Deku, ‘cause you’ll probably have a mini-heat.”

“It’s okay, Kacchan! I had my suppressant shot like two months ago—“

“Jeezus, who the fuck taught you about sex?” The two of them both looked wide-eyed and slack-jawed. “Suppressants stop your heats, but not your body’s response to a rut.”

“They... do?”

“Yes, nerd. Didn’t your mom tell you this shit?” Todoroki and Izuku exchanged an awkward look with each other.

“If you’re in rut and Midoriya goes into heat, what am I supposed to do?” Todoroki sounded more curious than nervous.

“It’s just sex. All of our hormones are gonna sync up and shit. Pheromones or whatever,” Bakugou frowned. “We can wait if—“

“No! No,” Izuku dropped his spoon with a clatter, “I want to, Kacchan.”

“Good, what about you, Half-n-half?”

“I want to try too, Bakugou.”

“Alright, now that we got that settled,” Bakugou shoved his hands into his pockets. “See ya later, nerds.”

“Bye, Kacchan!”

He stomped off and headed back up the stairs to his dorm room. He collapsed down on his bed and propped open his laptop. His neck felt hot and swollen and gross.

He peeled off his shirt and balled it up next to him. A heady thrum burned through his body. He fumbled up the zip of his pants and sighed once he pulled it down.

His tongue poked between his lips as he opened up a new browser on the computer.

Shitty porn had taken the edge off before, it’d be good enough for now.

A warm hand skirted along the jut of his hipbone. Skin searing and so soft. Bakugou grabbed onto Todoroki’s hand— it had to be his, coz Deku’s palm was way more calloused and scarred—

“Yo, Half-n-half?”

“Yeah, Kacchan?” Izuku hooked his chin over his shoulder, teeth catching playfully on his earlobe.

“Did I say Deku or Half-n-half?” Bakugou grumped even as he settled against the firm weight of Izuku’s chest.

“Can I help you, Bakugou?” The heel of his palm pressed firmly against Bakugou’s crotch.

It was like his whole mind short-circuited. Everything smelt like damned cedar and winter and perfect—

Bakugou woke up hot and frustrated to a loud knocking on his door. He peeled his eyes open. 11:00 am. He rubbed the heel of his hand against his face. The person pounded on the door again.

“Oi, I hear you!”

Bakugou padded across the floor. His unbuttoned pants slipped low around his hips. He hooked a finger into his belt loop to hold them up and threw the door open. He squinted his eyes.

“What the fuck are the two of you doing here?”

“We’re skipping class,” Izuku said, like that was something he’d just do without freaking out about it.

Todoroki rubbed at the back of his neck. “Can we come in?”

Bakugou backed up and shepherded them into the room. Izuku adjusted the strap of his bag. He didn’t miss the way Izuku’s eyes narrowed in on the exposed vee of his hip bones and the trim muscle of his stomach.

“Oi, nerd, ya like what you see?” Bakugou pointedly flexed his hips.

Izuku’s face flushed a bright red. He dropped his bag with a loud thump. Todoroki’s fingers pulled at the buttons of his own shirt with ruthless efficiency. Bakugou only realized he’d started to undress when his shirt hung open and fluttered around his arms. He noticed Bakugou staring and tipped his head to the side.

“Hmm?” He looked painfully... pretty. Like artwork in a museum—or a dream— and not a living, breathing person Bakugou could reach out and touch if he wanted.

“You’re hot, Half-n-half.”

“... Thank you.” He said it so, so quietly. Almost, like a whisper. But he smiled too, small and close-lipped.

Izuku let out a sudden noise, a laugh: bright and amused and undeniably pleased. Bakugou stepped in front of him. He hooked his finger through the stupidly short tie he wore and gave a tug.

“Hey! It’s your turn to take your damn clothes off,” Bakugou’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth, “‘s not like I haven’t already seen it.”

Izuku’s fingers fumbled with the buttons of his shirt. His eyes looked so bright and excited. Bakugou batted his hands away and just unbuttoned it himself.

Todoroki pressed himself against Bakugou’s back, strands of his hair tickling Bakugou’s cheek. It felt so soft and surprisingly damp— Todoroki hooked his hands into his opened pants and pushed them down. The air felt too cold on his bare skin, but that didn’t stop the excited throb he felt between his hips.

“Don’t rush me, Half-n-half!”

Bakugou stepped out of his pants anyway before he jerked Izuku’s shirt off. Then he settled back against Todoroki, the bare skin of his chest felt deliciously warm and smooth against Bakugou’s back. Izuku’s throat bobbed and he let out a soft grunt.

Bakugou grabbed onto his belt buckle and tugged him in closer. His hands felt warm and rough against Bakugou’s shoulders. Bakugou fumbled with his belt, finally unclipping it. Izuku stepped out of his pants— all bare, beautiful muscled thighs and calves. Bakugou’s finger hooked into the elastic of his underwear and gave a solid flick.

“Kacchan!” Izuku laughed and pushed at his chest.

Bakugou grunted and backed up, right into Todoroki— whose arms closed around him so tight and so sudden.

“Behave, Katsuki,” Todoroki’s breath felt warm against his ear. Then he blew one very cold breath against his cheek. An excited jolt zipped up his spine and settled firmly between his legs. Bakugou swatted him away anyway and wiggled out of his arms.

“Fucking Half-n-half,” he grumbled— even though he’d really really liked it.

Todoroki collapsed down on the head of the bed. His body stretched out in a beautiful, lean line. His hands slid down the taunt muscle of his stomach to the crest of his hips. He dragged his pants and boxers down way way too slow: showing off smooth, perfect skin.

Izuku sat down on the bed next to him— almost bouncing he looked so eager. His teeth closed over his lower lip as he wiggled out of his own underwear. He stared at Todoroki, hard, and his teeth bit down hard enough his lip went white.

“You’re gonna have to shower again,” Bakugou said when he noticed Todoroki’s wet hair splayed against the headboard.

“That’s alright.”

Izuku rubbed sweaty hands against his knees. A pink flush rested high up on his cheeks. He looked like he might pass out from either nerves or excitement.

“Jeezus, Deku, calm the fuck down.”

“Oh! Sorry, Kaccan.”

“‘S alright,” Bakugou collapsed down on the foot of his bed.

For a long, painful moment, the three of them just stared at each other. Todoroki’s whole face looked pale and guarded but maybe a bit hopeful— The bed creaked when Izuku settled back on his haunches.

Bakugou jerked his thumb toward the nightstand, “I got condoms.”

Todoroki blinked at him with wide eyes. “I’m on the pill.”

Huh. Bakugou had tried when he’d been like thirteen or fourteen. His libido had totally dried up though which... just made him more irritable. Everyone, doctors, his mom, decided it’d be easier to just deal with the occasional rut.

“So? No one wants to fish your cum outta them,” Bakugou jerked his chin to the side roughly.

Izuku’s whole face burned a bright, beet red. He cleared his throat and pressed his back tightly against the wall. Todoroki leaned over and thumbed through the drawer. He set two shiny foil packets on top of the table.

“Oi, hurry it up,” Bakugou shoved a hand out toward him, “mine are different coz I have a knot.”

After some more loud shuffling, Todoroki pressed a condom into the palm of his hand. The silver packet had an ugly logo of a wolf growling and the words Alpha-max. Todoroki looked back to the other condoms he’d fished out of the drawer.

“You bought these for me?”

“And the nerd,” Bakugou said like that changed anything. “No shit.”

Todoroki sat back against the headboard, legs opened and parted lazily. Izuku’s throat bobbed as he pressed a hand to his knee. His hands closed on Izuku’s waist and tugged him against him. Izuku settled down against Todoroki, back pressed against the firm line of his chest.

Bakugou wiggled in between their legs. His hands closed over Izuku’s hips and tugged him down lower. Izuku let out a small noise, something that sounded a bit like a squeak. Bakugou grinned up at him.

He settled down low between Izuku’s thighs. “Spread out your legs.”

Izuku did, heels pressed firmly against the bed. Bakugou looked up and watched Todoroki’s fingers stroke through the messy curls of Izuku’s hair. Bakugou pressed his face down between Izuku’s legs. The flat of his tongue dragged along his perineum to the soft wetness nestled between his thighs.

Bakugou’s tongue pushed into him— he felt tight and wet and burning hot. Izuku choked out a moan. His hand gripped the back of Bakugou’s head and tangled up in his hair. Izuku’s hips wiggled against him. Bakugou raised his head, tongue dragging along the underside of his hardness. His mouth closed over the head and Izuku groaned. Bakugou pulled back and grinned up at him. Izuku looked like a total mess already. Bakugou’s head dipped down again but Izuku tugged on his hair.

“Wait!” Izuku wiggled out from between the two of them. “Just give me a second.” His whole face flushed and his chest heaved with breath.

Izuku sat down with his back pressed up against the wall. Bakugou could just barely see the flushed hardness between his legs with how he sat. Bakugou collapsed down on top of Todoroki with a wide, wolfish grin.

Bakugou tipped his head toward Izuku and asked, “yo, whaddaya wanna do, nerd?”

“Can I just... watch the two of you for a bit?” Izuku’s voice pitched down softer than Bakugou had heard it in a very long time.

Bakugou’s hand slid down between Todoroki’s parted thighs. His skin felt warm and soft— one of his thighs just a bit warmer than the other— Bakugou’s fingertips skirted down along his perineum. He felt the sticky wetness of lube.

“Jeezus fuck, Half-n-half, you’re just ready to go.”

“Well, I wasn’t sure what you’d want to do,” Todoroki propped himself up on his elbows.

“Now I’m just imagining you finger banging yourself in the shower,” Bakugou pressed his other hand to Todoroki’s sternum and pushed him back down flat.

To the side, Izuku choked out a stilted breath. His whole face burned red down to the bare skin of his chest.

“Ha! You like how that sounds, Deku?” Two of Bakugou’s fingers wiggled inside Todoroki. One of Todoroki’s hands closed over his forearm as he stifled a noise. Todoroki felt deliciously wet and soft and tight—

Bakugou drew back, wet fingers fumbling to rip open the condom. He ended up using his teeth to tear at the corner. Finally, he got it. He rolled the condom up his shaft. Izuku looked at him with wide, dark eyes. His mouth pinched tight together.

“Izuku,” Todoroki said the name like a prayer. He reached a hand out toward him. Izuku took it and threaded their fingers together.

Bakugou pinched the inside of Todoroki’s thigh. “Tell me if it fucking hurts.”

“Alright,” Todoroki’s legs tightened against him.

Bakugou settled on top of him. Todoroki’s legs squeezed at his waist like a vice. Bakugou’s whole body felt like it could be on fire. Then his tip pressed against the furl of his ass.

Todoroki looked at him, tips of his ears almost as red as the left side of his hair. “You can do it.”

Bakugou pressed inside of him. It felt sinfully tight against his shaft. Todoroki’s fingernails dug into the skin of his wrist. Bakugou pressed his hips down further and further until he could feel Todoroki’s skin against his.

Bakugou let out a garbled, choked breath. Todoroki squeezed his wrist in apology, fingernails finally letting up.

“—you can move, Katsuki.”

“Kacchan!”

Bakugou hadn’t realized that he’d zoned out up until that minute. “Oi, I fucking hear you,” he grumbled.

His hips rolled forward. Todoroki’s head tipped backward and his throat bobbed with a quiet noise. Izuku’s hand squeezed his, knuckles paper-white. Bakugou pressed a hand between their bodies and curled it around Todoroki’s shaft. He felt like a warm, heavy weight against his palm. Bakugou gave him two short tugs in time with the thrusts of his hips.

Izuku let out a desperate pant for breath: “Kacchan—“

“You ready now, nerd?” Bakugou asked as he gave Todoroki a long stroke. Todoroki’s face twisted up with pleasure, eyes hazy and mouth tight. Bakugou pinched at the base of his shaft. A low, desperate sound weaseled its way up Todoroki’s throat.

Bakugou drew his hips back, pulling out of Todoroki. His legs fell limply away from Bakugou’s hips. He propped himself up on his elbows, wet hair tangled from his head tossing against the sheets.

“Izuku,” he said the name so softly and so fondly. He smiled toward Izuku, expression gentle and unbelievably sweet.

Bakugou’s hands closed over Izuku’s shoulders and guided him over Todoroki. He straddled Todoroki’s hips, one hand pressed against Todoroki’s shoulder to keep his balance. Bakugou didn’t miss the way that his thighs trembled. Bakugou pinched at the back of his leg.

“Go at your own pace, nerd.”

“Alright, Kacchan,” Izuku looked over his shoulder and smiled at him then: eyes bright and beautiful and warm.

Bakugou’s whole body felt too hot and too cagey. Todoroki fumbled with one of the condoms. Once he got it open, Izuku took it out of his hands. The heady burn of arosual pulsed through Bakugou’s body and settled at the base of his cock.

“Is it alright if I—“

“Of course,” Todoroki said. His face flushed pink when Izuku rolled the condom down the length of him. He collapsed down on his back, hand grappling against Izuku’s hips for purchase.

Bakugou dug around the bed. He grabbed onto his bag and dug out the small container of lube he’d stashed in it. Bakugou plastered himself against Izuku’s back. He pressed a searingly hot, open-mouthed kiss to the back of his neck.

“This good?” Bakugou asked as he stroked a wet finger down along the seam of Izuku’s ass.

“Yes, Kacchan,” Izuku breathed out.

Bakugou’s finger dipped inside the warm, tightness of his ass. Izuku’s body wracked with a quiet, desperate noise. Bakugou pulled out just as quick. His fingertips slid down along his perineum until he felt the soft, wetness.

“You’re so wet.”

Todoroki let out a strangled noise like he’d been shot. Bakugou laughed, a low sound that rumbled in the back of his throat. He pressed his finger up inside Izuku. He could feel him, so blissfully wet and hot. Bakugou pressed in another one of his fingers, bending them slightly. He buried his nose against the crook of his neck and inhaled the smell of him. like fucking outdoors and freedom and everything— Izuku shivered against him.

“Kacchan,” Izuku’s voice pitched up breathy and high. His hand tightened on Todoroki out of impulse.

Bakugou’s fingers pulled out of him— air cold against his sticky, wet skin. Goosebumps crawled up his arms. Izuku let out a soft gasp. His head jerked around to look at Bakugou. His lips trembled like he wanted to pout or complain.

Bakugou backed up further. “Hey, roll over.”

Izuku blinked, eyes so dark and sluggish, before he asked, “why?”

“Just do it, damn Deku.”

It was an awkward transition— the two of them shuffling against the blankets and elbows coming dangerously close to smacking into faces. Finally they settled back down with Izuku now firmly underneath Todoroki.

“Is this alright with you?” Todoroki asked.

Izuku gently squeezed his bicep. “Yeah, it’s good.” His eyes looked all glassy and dreamy.

His thighs tightened against Todoroki’s hips and tugged him in closer. A soft, startled sound caught in Todoroki’s throat.

“C’mon, whaddaya waiting for?” Bakugou pressed his hand firmly against Todoroki’s shoulder-blades. “You’re ready, aren’t you, nerd?”

“Yeah.” Izuku sounded breathless, voice escaping like a croak.

Todoroki nodded and his hips scooted forward. He pressed a hand down between his hips to guide himself in. Bakugou could tell the instant he pushed inside— Izuku’s nose scrunched up and then he moaned, soft and breathy. Todoroki’s hand fisted up in the blanket next to Izuku’s shoulder. They were both so still and tense.

Then Izuku pushed his hips up in vague encouragement for Todoroki to move. Todoroki’s hips rolled forward against his. Izuku squeezed his shoulder and tugged him in closer. He buried his nose against the side of his neck. Part of Bakugou wanted to see his teeth close over Todoroki’s neck. Arousal thrummed heavily in his gut. Todoroki drew back slightly and pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Izuku’s mouth.

Bakugou eased Todoroki down lower, Izuku just about bent in half— thank fuck for the rigid training curriculum at UA. He pressed up against Todoroki’s back, their hips coming flush together.

“You still good?” Bakugou asked as his tip rubbed against the seam of Todoroki’s ass.

“Huh? Oh,” Todoroki apparently couldn’t manage full sentences anymore because next he mumbled: “uh-huh.”

“Quit movin’,” Bakugou grunted. He softly smacked Izuku’s knee. One of them— either Todoroki or Izuku or both of them— let out a desperate groan. But they stayed still, well, mostly.

Bakugou’s tip pressed inside Todoroki. Todoroki’s hips jerked forward against Izuku’s and then they were both trying— and failing— to stifle their moans. Bakugou rolled his hips forward and slotted their bodies tightly together.

Todoroki’s hips wiggled against him, trying either to push back against him or push down into the soft wetness of Izuku. Izuku let out a quiet grunt and his hips canted upward again.

“Fucking calm down! I’m gonna set the pace,” Bakugou pinched the skin over Todoroki’s hipbone.

It took him awhile to figure out the right rhythm— but then he found it, hips languidly drawing back and then pushing Todoroki tightly against Izuku. Todoroki tucked a hand down between their bodies. He took Izuku in hand and started to stroke him in time. Izuku’s hips flexed up against him.

Bakugou’s body pulsed with arousal. He could feel the swollen ridge of his knot catch on Todoroki’s rim.

“Hey, Half-n-half, you good if I knot you?”

Izuku groaned, breathy and soft and excited. His eyes looked bright and glassy. Todoroki glanced over his shoulder— eyes clouded over with lust and sweat beading above his upper lip.

“Hmm?”

“My knot?”

“Oh.” Todoroki’s voice escaped with a breathless pant. “Yes, you can.”

Bakugou pressed his knot inside. He could feel the tight, taunt muscle stretching out around him. Todoroki let out a small, surprised grunt. His hips tensed between Bakugou and Izuku. Izuku gasped, hips wiggling as Todoroki stroked him faster.

Bakugou rocked forward and pleasure rushed through him. His knot momentarily stiffened, wetness spilling into the condom. He grunted, body bowing forward, so tense and locked tight— he groaned as his knot relaxed. He slipped out of Todoroki and rolled off the condom.

Todoroki’s arms shook, a drop of sweat slid down his cheek. Izuku smiled at him and his thumb stroked along his cheekbone. Todoroki took a deep breath and eased his hips back. Izuku let out a quiet grunt as the flaccid shaft pulled out.

Todoroki sat up, slow and sluggish. Bakugou pulled the used condom out of his hand and knotted it. He dumped it into the trash along with his.

“Deku.”

“Huh?”

Bakugou tossed a box of Kleenex to him. Izuku caught it and smiled at him. He wiped up the crusting, wet mess on his soft length and the wetness that’d dripped out between his thighs.

Bakugou slumped down in the middle of the bed.he blinked up at the stark white ceiling. A steady fire still burned in his veins, almost worse now than before. Then two bodies cuddled close to him. Izuku spooned half atop his chest and Todoroki pressed up against his other side.

“What did you guys tell the school?”

“Hmm?” Todoroki propped his chin up in his hand.

Izuku’s face flushed red. “We told Aizawa the truth.”

“Oh yeah? He didn’t complain about you two dipshits skippin’ class to fuck?”

“The handbook actually has a bunch of different provisions in place for heats and ruts,” Izuku doubled-down. “We just... bent some truths a bit.”

“Oh yeah? Like what.”

“Well, I said we’d been courting each other for months. And that we might bond.”

Bakugou couldn’t help the laugh, loud and sharp, that slipped out: “bond?”

“I made sure to say might, that way no one will freak out when we don’t have the, uh,” Izuku gestured to his neck, “marks once we’re back in class.”

“You tell the whole damn class, Deku?”

“No, but...” Izuku frowned, “I mean, I’m sure they’ll all figure out on their own.”

“Maybe not.”

“Nah, Half-n-half, everyone’s gonna know.”

Bakugou couldn’t imagine a world where anyone would be dumb enough to not notice the three of them went missing in the same day. Especially after they’d been disqualified for unknown reasons the day before.

Bakugou settled down and closed his eyes. He’d wanted to say more, maybe be reassuring or something— instead he fell asleep.

He woke up feeling unbelievably hot— not in a very sexy way— more in a he’d been shoved in a sweaty tangle of bodies with two other dudes sort of way. Izuku nuzzled against his jaw though and Bakugou tried not to think: cute. But he really couldn’t help it. It wasn’t his fault Izuku’s cheeks were so goddamn soft and round.

Bakugou wiggled out of bed. His whole body still felt hot even after he’d untangled himself from them and the room smelt musky. He rubbed a hand down his face and crouched down by the mini fridge shoved in the corner of the room. He popped open a bottle of Pocari Sweat. The mild, sweet flavor flooded his mouth.

Bakugou held the bottle out toward the two bodies still piled up in the bed.

“Hey, you thirsty?”

“Hmm?” Izuku peeled one eyelid open.

“I feel...” Todoroki held up his hand. He squinted his eyes and flipped his hand over to stare at his palm, “different.”

“Huh?” Izuku mumbled as he propped himself up in bed. “What’s wrong?”

He narrowed his eyes at his hand, his right, Bakugou realized. “It’s like I’m... warm.”

Bakugou crouched down in front of the bed. His hand slid underneath Todoroki’s chin. His pupils were blown wide with lust and his raised hand was gently trembling.

“Yo, Half-n-half, ‘member when I said our hormones were gonna sync up?”

“Yes, but I’m a beta.” A furrow pulled between his brows.

Izuku pressed a hand against Todoroki’s forehead. He dropped his head down onto Todoroki’s shoulder. A hum settled low and deep in his throat.

“You smell good,” Izuku’s voice sounded lazy and dreamy.

“Half-n-half,” Bakugou pushed his sweaty bangs up off his forehead. “It’s normal.”

“Huh.” Todoroki squinted his eyes at him.

“It’s kind of like a heat,” Izuku said with a little smile. He gave a tiny pat to Todoroki’s shoulder. He sighed, “you really smell good.”

Todoroki looked over to where Izuku’d draped himself around his shoulders. “You do too, Midoriya.”

Bakugou jiggled the bottle in front of Izuku’s face. A furrow pulled between his brows but then he smiled.

“Oh, thanks, Kacchan!”

Izuku took a big gulp of the sports drink. He held it out to Todoroki, who took a much smaller sip. Izuku wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.

Todoroki squinted at Bakugou.

“The fuck you lookin’ at, Half-n-half?”

Bakugou’s neck felt stiff and swollen— kind of like whenever he’d been sick with the flu. But maybe a pair of teeth would fix that. He chased that thought away before it could dig into him.

“It’s your rut, Bakugou, how are you feeling?”

“Hot, but ‘s not bad” Bakugou scratched at his wrist. “Ain’t my first time.”

Bakugou ambled up onto the bed. He laid down flat on his back and stretched out as much as he could with two bedfellows. He didn’t even realize he’d gotten hard until he glanced down at the flushed shaft between his hips.

Izuku and Todoroki apparently noticed too because both their pupils dilated saucer-wide.

Todoroki looked away first— he dug through the drawer and then held out a condom for him. Bakugou would’ve almost laughed, if Todoroki wouldn’t have looked so earnest and cute.

Bakugou grinned, wide and wolfish. He ripped the condom open and rolled it down his shaft. Anticipation curdled in his gut: something was different, the two of them looking at him all hot and heavy.

“Waiting for an invitation, nerd?”

Izuku’s thighs straddled his hips. The muscles of his legs felt strong and taunt. He reached a hand down and took Bakugou in hand. The insistent ache of arousal pooled in his gut.

Izuku sank down on him. So soft and warm and sure— then he bottomed out inside him. Izuku’s body quivered as he quietly moaned. Bakugou grabbed onto his hipbone to hold him right there. He felt so incredibly hot and wet around Bakugou.

“Kacchan.”

Bakugou’s toes curled against the mattress as the heady burn of pleasure jolted through his body. Izuku let out a soft, desperate noise. His hands grappled for purchase on Bakugou’s sides. He felt so blissfully tight around Bakugou’s shaft.

“Kacchan.”

“Whaddaya want?”

“Can I—?”

“For fuck’s sake, yes.”

Izuku rolled his hips forward. Pleasure exploded through Bakugou’s body. Bakugou flexed his hips up to meet the steady bounce of Izuku’s.

“Half-n-half, c’mere.”

Todoroki scooted a bit closer to them on the bed. He still looked glazed over and sluggish. But his eyes were fixed quite firmly on where Bakugou pressed inside Izuku.

“Fucking closer. Sit on my face.”

“What, Katsuki?”

“Imma eat you out.”

Bakugou twisted his chest— throwing off Izuku’s rhythm— and grabbed onto Todoroki’s hips. He hauled him up toward the head of the bed. Bakugou laid back and Todoroki’s legs finally came to rest by his shoulders. Bakugou nosed at his perineum— he smelt like soap and musky sweat. Todoroki let out a small gasp but Izuku moaned.

“Yo, nerd, focus!” Bakugou’s words came out muffled against Todoroki’s skin.

Izuku’s hips pressed back down on Bakugou’s. His steady ministrations sent sparks up Bakugou’s spine. Todoroki let out a quiet noise and Bakugou could imagine how hungry and dark his eyes looked.

Bakugou dragged the flat of his tongue between Todoroki’s legs. He could feel Todoroki’s answering moan vibrate against him. He dipped the tip of his tongue inside. Todoroki’s hand caught on Izuku’s elbow, his hips pressing back into Bakugou out of impulse. Bakugou’s tongue pressed inside fully and he could feel Todoroki’s gasp.

He still tasted a bit like lube, but felt shockingly tight and hot. Bakugou’s fingers dug into the meat of Todoroki’s thigh to keep him in place. He licked at him and received a broken, desperate moan.

Pleasure thumped low and deep in Bakugou’s stomach. He could feel Izuku’s thighs quivering around his hips; the warm, wetness Bakugou thrusted into. The feel and taste of Todoroki on his tongue—

The ring of Bakugou’s knot caught on Izuku. He let out a short gasp, back arching taunt in response to the firmness pressing on him. Bakugou’s hips flexed up. 1,2,3,4....5... he felt his shaft jerking, wetness emptying into the condom. He let out a grunt, the low buzz of pleasure simmering through his body.

Izuku felt deliciously wet and soft squeezing on his knot.

After a quick moment, Bakugou softened enough he could pull out. Izuku let out a quiet noise, fingers still digging into the tough muscle of his stomach. Between Izuku’s legs he still looked hard and flushed. He shivered as he slipped off of Bakugou’s lap.

Todoroki collapsed down next to Bakugou’s other side— hair all fucked up and blushing hard. Bakugou reached out and stroked his thumb along Todoroki’s lower lip. It looked red and felt swollen, like he’d been biting it to keep quiet. He let out a grunt, eyes still glazed over with arousal.

Bakugou peeled himself out from between the two of them. He knotted up the soiled condom and tossed it into the trash can. He swiped his sweaty hair off his forehead.

Bakugou looked back to the bed and watched Izuku lay down on top of Todoroki. Todoroki opened his legs and Izuku’s hips slotted between his thighs. He leaned up and pressed a slow, soft kiss to Izuku’s mouth.

“Yo, nerd, you wanna fuck, Half-n-half?”

“Can I, Shouto?” Izuku mumbled against his mouth.

Todoroki’s response came as a quick nod. Bakugou flicked a condom at Izuku’s forehead. It bounced off and landed next to Todoroki’s head.

He just laughed: “thanks, Kacchan!”

Todoroki fumbled to rip open the condom. Once he had it, he unrolled it down Izuku’s shaft. Bakugou sat down on the edge of the bed and popped open the bottle of lube. He dipped two of his fingers inside.

Bakugou reached between their bodies and gave Izuku a long stroke with his wet hand. Izuku let out a wanton noise. Bakugou moved his hand between Todoroki’s legs. He pressed his two wet fingers inside.

Todoroki choked back a sound at the feeling. Bakugou pumped his fingers inside. Izuku let out an eager little groan too. Finally, Bakugou’s fingers pulled out. Izuku settled down on Todoroki fully.

“I’m not going to last long.”

“That’s alright, Izuku, I won’t either.

Bakugou settled against the headboard and watched as Izuku’s tip nudged between Todoroki’s legs. Then he pressed inside. Izuku’s face twisted up with pleasure. Todoroki’s head tipped back and his throat bobbed. They both let out short, desperate groans.

Izuku’s hips pressed forward— whole body held in a tense line. Todoroki’s hips bucked up against him. Izuku’s forehead dropped down and nuzzled his face against the crook of Todoroki’s neck.

Todoroki’s back arched. One of them let out a sharp cry. Then Todoroki’s head twisted to the side— Bakugou saw the puffy, inflamed teeth marks on his neck. His face pressed up against Izuku’s neck. This time Bakugou watched the bite actually happen: Todoroki’s teeth closing over his neck, Izuku’s eyes squeezing tight as he groaned—

As quickly as it happened, they both went totally limp and relaxed together. Todoroki pressed lazy, open-mouthed kisses to the side of Izuku’s throat. One of them let out a pleased rumble.

Bakugou didn’t know exactly how to feel— part of him thought, as the alpha, he was supposed to be initiating bonding or whatever. And the other part wanted to get hard again even though he’d just came.

“Jeezus fuck.”

“Kacchan?” Izuku sounded worried, which absolutely wasn’t right. He sure as shit shouldn’t have to be upset about this.

Todoroki twisted around to stare at him: “Katsuki, don’t you want to do it too?”

“You better be fucking sure.”

“Of course we are. We’ve both been trying to court you for months.”

“What the fuck you mean months, Half-n-half?”

“Months, Kacchan, months,” Izuku nodded with a faux-serious glint to his eyes.

Bakugou got up onto his knees. Izuku settled in front of him. Bakugou tangled a hand up in his hair and tugged his head to the side. Bakugou pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of his neck. He gasped, nasally and airy and eager. Then Bakugou bit him.

It felt fucking magical.

They tumbled down onto the bed, Izuku pinned under the weight of his body. He smelt like everything, so blindingly perfect— like the woods and sweat and just pure Izuku.

Izuku groaned beneath him, hand fisting up in Bakugou’s hair. Izuku’s legs tightened around him and he felt like they could just stay there together forever. He pulled his mouth back.

“Kacchan.”

Bakugou dragged the flat of his tongue against the swollen edges of the bite. Izuku’s eyes looked glassy and fond and so brilliantly warm. His legs relaxed around Bakugou’s hips.

“Kacchan, you should—“ his words got lost in a wet pant for breath “— with Shouto.”

Bakugou ambled up to his knees. Todoroki looked at them with dark, interested eyes. Izuku propped himself up on his elbows. He fucking glowed, all bright and happy.

Todoroki cleared his throat. “Katsuki—“

Bakugou grabbed onto Todoroki’s arm and twisted him around. He let out a short grunt, palms of his hands pressed to the wall. Bakugou settled firmly behind him, his back pressed up tight to Bakugou’s chest. Bakugou’s arm bracketed around him. He dragged his nose against the underside of his jaw.

“Katsuki?” Todoroki looked over his shoulder and tipped his head further to the side.

Bakugou’s nostrils flared. He felt like he could hear the steady thump of blood rushing in his veins. Bakugou’s head dipped down to the crook of his neck as he opened his mouth.

Todoroki’s body tensed against him. He groaned, low and deep, when Bakugou bit down. The smell of him burst through Bakugou’s body: cold and clean and familiar. Like ice and moonlight and everything—

Todoroki’s fingers flexed against the wall. Bakugou pressed his hand over his, threading their fingers together. Bakugou’s teeth pulled away. He exhaled shakily against the wet patch of skin left on Todoroki’s neck.

“Katsuki,” his voice rumbled low in his throat.

Bakugou’s chest felt cold when he pulled away from Todoroki. His back connected with the headboard with a thump. He grunted as two solid weights pressed in against his sides. Izuku nosed against his earlobe. Bakugou batted at the back of his head.

“Fuckin’ tickles—“ Bakugou grumbled low under his breath.

Izuku’s breath felt hot against his neck. “Four...Three...”

“You really fucking counting down, nerd?”

“Mmhmm...Two....”

“One,” Todoroki’s breath felt blistering hot against the underside of his jaw.

A warm, wet mouth closed down on either side of his neck. It felt like too much and not enough all at once. Izuku’s teeth bit down hard. It probably should’ve hurt, but felt overwhelmingly good instead. And Todoroki’s teeth fucking nibbled against him.

Bakugou wanted to say something, but his voice only escaped as a broken croak. It felt so... so right for them to be complete and together. His neck throbbed with a pleasant tingle.

For a moment, they just laid there on: Izuku’s head propped up on his shoulder and Todoroki spooned against his other side. They both felt so sweaty and too warm. Bakugou also couldn’t imagine moving.

“Jeezus, what the fuck.”

“Kacchan?”

“Whaddaya want, nerd?”

“Are you feeling alright?” It was Todoroki who ended up asking it.

“‘M fine,” Bakugou stroked his fingers through Izuku’s tangled hair. He pulled at a knot and tried to gently work it out. “You guys are the ones who got fucked.”

And actually, if he were being perfectly honest: he felt bone-dead exhausted. The sides of his neck throbbed and he still felt boiling hot but so so weak. God, he couldn’t imagine peeling himself off the bed.

“This time,” Izuku patted his chest and grinned at him.

“Eh, whatever.”

Todoroki shifted next to his side. “I can move if you want.”

“Who the fuck told you to move?”

“I can stay here too, if you’d prefer.”

Bakugou grunted in affirmation. His eyes slipped closed. It took less than a minute for him to fall asleep.

Bakugou slunk down into the kitchen— he’d stashed away leftover rice the night before and had been in the process of brewing green tea when he heard the door fly open.

Bakugou preened like a goddamn peacock when the rest of 1A clamored back in from classes. He’d thrown on a low cut tank for precisely one reason. And that reason happened to be plastered on either side of his neck.

“Hey, Bakubro! I hope you’re feeling—”

Kirishima stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes blew open saucer-wide. Bakugou jutted his chin out.

“The fuck you lookin’ at, shitty hair?”

“Holy shit, man! Are those— those are bond marks?”

“No shit.”

Kirishima threw an arm over his shoulders and pulled him into an awkward half-hug. Bakugou swatted him away and turned back to finish his ochazuke.

“Congrats, man! Where are Midoriya and Todoroki?” Kirishima hopped up onto the counter and grinned at him.

“Upstairs,” Bakugou pointed a chopstick at him, “so don’t fucking bother ‘em.”

“Ohhh, okay.”

“Kirishima!” The loud boom of Iida’s voice carried into the kitchen. “Do not gossip about—“ he stopped dead in his tracks once he saw Bakugou at the stove.

“Got something to say, four eyes?”

A tense furrow pinched between Iida’s brow. Kirishima’s heels banged against the counter. Bakugou glared at him. He lifted up his hands in a parody of surrender.

Iida cleared his throat. “Are those bond marks from Todoroki and Midoriya?”

“Why?” Bakugou leaned over toward him, mean little smile on his mouth: “you jealous?”

“No. I’m shocked to see such a lack of judgement—“

“Then take that shit up with them,” Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Don't bitch to me ‘bout it.”

“I’m happy for you guys, man!” Kirishima held two thumbs up.

Bakugou swiped up the large, finished bowl of ochazuke. “Alright, well I got more important shit to do.”

Iida’s mouth thinned into a tense line. But he really couldn’t complain— after all, no one in their right mind would fuck with a bonded pack. Bakugou grinned.

“Bye! Tell ‘em congrats for me too!”

“Whatever.” Bakugou shot Iida a particularly snide look on the way out of the kitchen.

He headed back up to his dorm room. Once there, surrounded by the smell of Todoroki and Izuku it felt... right.

Even though it meant the three of them wrestling over a single bowl of tea-on-rice, Half-n-half complaining about it being too spicy (which, it wasn’t) and Deku hogging it—

Bakugou realized he’d fallen hopelessly in love at sixteen years old, even though he didn’t intend on telling either of them that.