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It was a dreary day when it finally happened, when he finally met her , but he was too drunk to realize it in the moment.  Most of 1A was out for Mina’s birthday, a quiet farm restaurant in the country, completely rented out by the group, that made its own wines and beers on premises.  A cute, yet lowkey concept that allowed a lot of up and coming heroes enjoy their time catching up.  So here Bakugo is, against his will, dragged out by Kirishima. drinking much heavier than he normally would, under the guise of trying all the ‘artisan shit’, extra sulky because of a villain escaping him successfully yesterday.  He was tired of hearing the girls gush over how cute the place was.  He was at a point he no longer was actually tasting the drinks.

“Bakubro, you okay…?” Kirishima leaned in a little to ask.

“Fine, Shitty Hair.” he snapped, and after the briefest pause, followed up shortly, “Gotta piss.” He shoots straight up, startling, and nearly knocking into the waitress who kept hovering back to him, clearly a fangirl, who wouldn’t even take her eyes off him when anyone else would order.  He wandered through the dining area, passing the marked bathroom doors, eventually finding his way upstairs, completely ignoring the very upscale looking sign on the door at the top indicating only staff beyond that point.  With far more force than was necessary, he threw open the door, before slamming it back closed.  He stood in place, looking around in wonder for a second, trying to make sense of his surroundings.

“Excuse me Sir, this area is staff only.”

Bakugo freezes for half a second, replaying the sentence in his head before his body snaps towards the soft young woman who came out of an office.  He awkwardly looks beyond you, before slowly dragging his attention back to you, sarcastically spitting back , “ I guess you're right .”

You rolled your eyes, biting your tongue, reminding yourself you are at work. But on the other hand, it was just her second job . Ultimately, you decide the money was better then the short satisfaction of ripping into someone who’d be too drunk for your words to fully sink in “Sir, do you need help…?”

Bakugo grunted before looking around the hallway again.  The office phone rings, making Y/N look over her shoulder, before turning back to Bakugo, who then slams himself into the employee bathroom.  You sigh, rolling your eyes again, and answer the phone, answering some general questions the person on the line had, completely burying her frustration under her customer service voice.  Just as the caller was thanking you and saying their goodbyes, a heavy hand hits the open office door, just as the brutish stranger yells “HEY!”

“Yes…?” You ask tiredly, “Again Sir, this area is employees only, so... do you need help?”

“I need you to not ignore me!” He spouts. “You work here, right? Don’t you know who I am?!”  Your glare didn't waver as he tried to stare you down.  You let the question linger, uninterested in answering, fully aware of the VIPs who rented out the day.  After a few bored blinks from you, he bursts back, much softer, “I can’t find the stairs.”  You nod and pop up from your chair, reaching past him, opening the door, revealing the stairs, making a sweeping ‘after you’ motion, before doing a double take seeing both Kirishima and Todoroki on the stairs.

Everyone quietly stares for a moment, before Todoroki calmly asks, “Everything alright here? I heard faint yelling and doors slamming. When I got up Kirishima realized it had been a while-”

“I figured I’d try and find Bakubro here, yeah.” He gives a bright, yet nervous smile. “So are you okay…?”

“Y/N” You give out after a moment's hesitation. “Yeah, thanks for checking guys, as I was telling your friend here,” your head whips back to Bakugo with a scowl, “This area is for staff.  He went to the bathroom, then couldn’t find his way back to the stairs.” you finish in a deadpan.

“HEY! YOU CAN’T-” Bakugo explodes, small hot sparks coming from his hands, making you flinch yet you stood firm footed.   Kirishima closes the gap, without hesitation, grabbing Bakugo by his button up, and gently shoving him down the stairs, now keeping him steady by the back of his shirt. “So sorry about him! Bad day yesterday, ya know?”

Todoroki moves just out of Kirishima’s way so he can get Bakugo back to the table, bringing his eyes back to yours.  “I am glad you are alright. I’m sorry if we caused any inconvenience to y-” The office phone chirps, and your head snaps back up to where it beckons for you.

“Sorry, duty calls, but thank you, really…” You say, feeling heat rise in your cheeks, “and, uh, if you can thank Red Riot for me too…?” The phone rings again, and both you and Todoroki nod at each other, knowing the conversation is over.

Back at the table, Kirishima sits Bakugo down.  “Dude, that was so not cool!” Kirishima takes one look at Bakugo’s face, but can tell Bakugo is miles away.  He huffs a small sigh and mutters something about "just doing her job…" under his breath, and it triggers Bakugo to the thing that's been itching in the back of his head.

He was a kid when he first heard that damn sentence.  He was with his parents, and they ran into someone who worked for them, and her child.  Little Bakugo wanted nothing to do with the girl or her mother, but his parents just kept talking . Eventually the little girl tried breaking him out of his shell, and asked about his quirk.  He couldn’t pass up the moment to try and awe the girl, so he proudly gave her a small display.  She giggled and told him he wished her quirk was half as cool, and when he didn't ask anything further on what must have been a pretty lame quirk, she quickly told him she called her quirk soulmate.  She offered to show him how it worked, grabbing his hand, eyes glowing gold, and saying the first thing the love of your life will say is “Excuse me Sir, this area is staff only.” She giggled before continuing “guess you’ll meet the one who makes your soul feel whole when you're older if they’re working” Bakugo remembers ripping her hand away and gagging, just saying “didn’t ask.”

Shit. Did he fuck this up? He went to get up, but Kirishima brought him right back down with a stern look, pushing some water toward him.  Bakugo nodded, he probably should get his head straight anyway.  He couldn't go up there half cocked again, or go staring you down again.  Kaminari was getting progressively more animated, retelling a story next to him, when one of the waitresses, in fact the one who he almost knocked into earlier, asked if he wanted anything else. Sero immediately asked for another drink, and Kaminari added on some more appetizers, which she immediately wrote down, not making eye contact, hanging on to see if Bakugo would try to order. 

“Hey, miss, would you recommend…” he looks up at her, but sees the waitress hasn't so much as blinked at anyone else, and even though he and Bakugo are close friends, he couldn’t help but be hurt by.  Everyone jumped at the opportunity to be acknowledged by the great DynaMight, while Red Riot is all but overlooked… “Miss..?” he tries again for her attention.  She turns to him in a huff, “Yes?”

Asui, who was walking through, stops for a moment. “Listen, if you want an autograph, DynaMight will give you one just to get you ‘off his back’, just ask, but my friend here is politely trying to ask a question.

Kirishima grins at her, appreciative of her straightforwardness keeping some demons at bay. “Thanks, Tsu.” She nods and heads toward the public restrooms. “Hey, do y’know Y/N in the office?  If she has a drink preference here..?” Bakugo and Denki look at him, still, before Todoroki turns, from an adjacent table, “Do you perhaps know?”

“Honestly, I don’t really know the office girl, she rarely stays around once she isn't on shift. Don’t get super friendly vibes, if you know what I mean.” She calls over a waiter with a sigh, who bounces right over “What’s your office friend like..?

“Y/N…?” he snorts. “You aren’t her type.” he jokes.

“To drink.” She deadpans, "these fine gentlemen were inquiring."

“Oh,” he draws out, “Well, wine wise, this right here.” he points, “But between us guys, I make her something off menu when she’s off the clock, it’s a sweet mix, and it’d be an upcharge, but if you’re interested, I can personally mix some up for you. I was working the other side of the room, but I think you’ll find I’m the best person here.” he finished playfully.  “How many do we want?" Sero, Kaminari, Kirishima, Bakugo and Todoroki’s hands lift up. “Wow, okay fellas, I'll be back with 5 of my Y/N specials.”

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“Do you need me to stay?” Y/N asks, breaking down her laptop from her shared desk’s monitor. 

The Manager looks to the wall schedule and shakes her head with a smirk, “No, your time is served until tomorrow.  You're still coming straight here after the other job?” “Yes Ma’am” “Should I have the back make you a plate of that new pasta you like for your shift start?”

“If you do, I’ll propose.” Y/N says with a chuckle, “But seriously, I'd be super grateful.” She nods reassuringly and waves you off as Y/N headed downstairs. As she does, she waved politely at some of the friendlier staff, going behind the bar to clock out.  When she sees her friend behind the bar, her face lights up, playfully hip checking him as he mixes a slushie drink. “When do you get off Akio?” His hands keep steady as he pours in a bright pink liquid to the drink, and Y/N’s eyes go wide, “My mix? For me?” She asks playfully, dramatically, as she logs out of the system. 

He chuckles, handing Sero the drink, an identical one already being happily sipped on by Kaminari. “Not yet, but I can make you your shift drink after I take care of this interesting group … but I don’t get off until close today.” 

She looks up and sees Todoroki and Kirishima again, and gives them a soft smile and a quick nod of acknowledgement. “Nice to see you guys again.”

“Again…?” Akio all but purrs, handing Todoroki a drink. “Now this request is starting to make sense.” Y/N gave him a sharp, loaded look, and he just raised his eyebrows, knowing he will call and get every last detail later.

“Super cool to see you Y/N” Kirishima jumps right in.

“Very pleasant indeed.” Todoroki takes a sip as Your friend hands Bakugo a drink, “Would you like to join us if you're off.  We are trying it based on your taste per what your friend here says.” Y/N couldn't hide the shock on her face, meanwhile Bakugo’s carefully waited for an answer, despite the fact she pointedly ignored him this whole time.

“Um… sure.” she said softly.

“And can I have another?” Kaminari excitedly asks, putting the glass on the counter with just a bit too much force, but not really slamming it. 

Todoroki smirked and put down his card, “I’ll take the whole tab.” He adds a large note to the tip jar, then grabs onto Bakugo’s shoulder. “Lets all sit, yeah? Y/N? We’ll be over here when you get yours.” He points vaguely and pushed Bakugo in said direction.  Akio smirks and glances at you, one eyebrow raised, making you stick out your tongue ever so slightly to him, moving in front of the bar.  He hands Kirishima the slush drink, but Kirishima hands it to Kaminari.

Kaminari gets an absolutely mischievous smile. “Oh, going to wait with Y/N, hmm? Wait, it is Y/N, right?” You nod, “Well you have good taste!” and he goes off with his other friends.

“Sorry about him.” Kirishima mutters.

“It’s all good. He at least he wasn’t… surly -”

“Oh, yeah, I was talking about Bakugo.  I know he’s rough around the edges, but I’m sorry he was yelling and slamming doors.”

“I mean the attitude wasn’t necessary, but all and all it just really startled me.” Y/N smiled to herself, “Easy to startle me, but hard to scare me.  Even a threat from the mighty DynaMight .” he could hear her smirk through the bit of self depreciation. 

“Hey, you don’t have to sit with us, but I’ll be a buffer if you need.” He looked at her, and saw a lot of the warmth come back to her eyes from when she was joking with her friend. “I mean… I’d love it if you would stay for a bit.”

Two glasses plopped onto the counter. “Don’t want this melting on you, but I still have to help the floor.” and with a smug wink, Akio went off, leaving Kirishima to walk you over to his friends.

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Denki, which he absolutely insists you call him, is obsessed with watching you and Todoroki interact. According to him, it's like two robots being friends , and honestly the description is pretty appropriate. You miss a lot of the nuances of their inside jokes as people come in and out of the clusters of tables and are very quiet, rarely speaking out or joking unless Kirishima or Todoroki are purposely bringing you into the fold.  Akio keeps making your specialties and dropping it to your group, giving you smug looks every time he passes. Y/N rolls her eyes at him, before announcing, “Hey guys, I got an early shift, so I’m going to cut myself off and leave in a bit.”  Sero and Denki groan loudly, pleading with you for a little more time with their best puppy eyes, but you chuckle and wave them off, stating you have to grab your bag from upstairs. 

Kirishima’s eyes trail after Y/N as she goes up the stairs and Mina elbows him in the ribs.  “So, Y/N, hmm..?”

“Minaaa… it’s… it’s not like that!” Kirishima blushes fiercely, pushing her elbow away.

“Wow, if it isn’t like that, why would you be giving Amajiki a run for shyest guy I know .” Sero jabs, “I mean good on ya. You two,” he pointed at Todoroki, “got her to start talking freely.  How many people get so starstruck they say nothing but squeal the whole time.” The whole group seems to sigh, all having similar experiences, “Though it’s kinda nice for Bakugo to be kinda quiet… wait, where is he?” The group looks around but at some point it seems he left.  Shit, I told her I'd be her buffer. Kirishima bit on his inner lip.

Y/N stops short upon opening the staff area, Bakugo signing something she couldn't see on a table by the kitchen, while the waitress next to him was practically melting at his elbow, trying her best not to screech. His eyes lift up, meeting her's from across the room. He nods wordlessly in acknowledgement, a motion she mimics before going into the bathroom, the lock ringing in Bakugo's head like an echo.

That literally can't be the only time he's heard this in his life. Surely, while Y/N is pretty, she can't be the girl that's supposed to be his soulmate. Even in his drunk state, he remembered so clearly how she flinched when he raised his voice.  That flinch was enough to sober him most of the way out. Fuck. Let Y/N please be one of those people who won’t hold onto the first impression.

“Oh my God, thank you so much again!” The waitress gushes, snapping Bakugo out of his thoughts. “Sure…” “Emiko!” He nods, writing something generic with her name to complete a more personalized autograph, absentmindedly handing it back.  The creak of the bathroom door was enough to crack the small silence between them, Y/N paying no mind to either of them before grabbing her purse from the employee cubbies. 

“I should head down.” Bakugo tells the waitress, name already forgotten.

“ We should head down.” Emiko corrects. “Technically I’m still on the clock.” She giggles and runs over to her things, carefully putting her autograph away, but when she turns back, Bakugo isn’t waiting for her. In fact, he’s holding onto Y/N’s wrist, her about one step down the staircase, unable to hear what was being said over the dull roar of the patrons below.

“I didn’t mean that before…” it was barely a whisper, “upstairs, when you flinched-”

“Let. Go. Please.” Y/N yanked her wrist out of his hand, continuing down the stairs, a dumbstruck Bakugo and a silently fuming Emiko following in short succession down the stairs. 

Y/N gives waves at the group, “Nice again meeting you all.” She says somewhat rushed, before catching Akio a one armed hug, “and were still looking at that 2 bedroom in the city next weekend right?” Akio nods, and just like that, Y/N leaves with barley another wave to the people who made the day for her.

“That’s weird.” Akio mutters under his breath, watching Y/N leave while Kirishima zeroed in on Bakugo still standing at the foot of the stairs.  Kirishima pushes past everyone and out the door, “Y/N?! Y/N, are you alright?” He called out.

She stops, and turns to him. “Yeah, why?”

“Well, you kind of booked it out of there.” He smiles, grabbing the back of his neck, “It wouldn’t be very manly if I didn’t at least check on you.”

“Oh, wow, you’re genuinely so sweet.” Y/n says softly, more so thinking out loud, causing color to rise in Kirishima’s cheeks, “ You know, only Akio has really looked out for me for the longest, and I’m so lucky to have him considering we went from work friends to us considering ourselves siblings…” She picks up again, talking a bit firmer to him, just building confidence.  “I really appreciate that you kept looking out for me tonight. I cannot properly express how, hm…. Warm a feeling it is.” And when she smiles, Kirishima swears his heart stops.

He’s too old to be feeling like he has a high school crush again.  He literally can feel his heart pound like it’s trying to break his rib cage from within, and make him go deaf from the bass. “Uh, well, yeah.. I am, well, a hero. ”  He forces a smile that he prays is more confident looking than it feels. “But, uh, I did want to ask if maybe, uh, you might wanna hang out with us again…?” He cringes hearing his own voice. “I, um, heard you say that you and, um,  Akio are heading out to the city.  Looking at an apartment.”

“Yeah, we're trying to move, but finding a job is a hassle with the distance, and we would both be starting from scratch.” She sighs, bouncing right back, “But if we’re already taking the day off, I’m sure Akio would agree with me that’d we’d love to go.”  

“Yeah?” He’s in absolute disbelief, “Yeah?!” He repeated, stunned.  “Can I get your number then…? Or, well, if it’d make you more comfortable, I can give you mine…?” He already has his phone unlocked and is handing it over with shaking hands. She takes it without fuss and plugs in her number, with the simple contact listing both first and last name.

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They were texting regularly. REGULARLY . Kirishima has never  had his cell battery drain so fast.  Y/N always responded to his texts, pretty fast, and in the worst case, within the hour.  Not that he’s complaining. He certainly is the worst of the two when it comes to texting back, but as she put it, you’re out doing hero shit, I’m just sitting behind a desk.   He read it over and over, unable to stop himself,a huge grin splitting his unbreakable face.

“Oi, Shitty Hair!” Bakugo breaks into Kirishima’s good mood, “If you don’t put the fucking phone away, I’m throwing it into the fucking ocean!”

“Sorry, sorry, just had to clear Y/N being added to a group chat.  It wouldn't be manly to just share her info like that, y’know? Her and Akio are apartment hunting this weekend, so we’re trying to find out when we can all get together.” Kirishima puts his phone away, fully concentrating on patrolling again, “You still coming over to Denki’s for game night? Sero has to leave early for patrol, but everyone else will be there for the night.” Bakugo sucked his teeth, “But you will have to be on your best behavior though.  Y/N is just checking to see what the latest train is to make sure they both can make it back out there in time.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Bakugo grumbled, heartbeat picking up “I’ll be there… I’ll be a friggin’ ray of sunshine...”

“Ha, I don't think anyone would believe you were you then.”

“SHUT UP SHITTY HAIR!” He feels his phone buzz, so checks it, just to escape the conversation when lo and behold, he’s getting notifications from a new group chat called ‘game night’ where all but 2 phone numbers are already contacts.mostly its a buch of greetings, but there is one text that sticks out to him.

[unknown xxx-xxx-xxxx]

What should I bring?

The other unknown number immediately piggybacks from there, seeming way too chipper for it to be Y/N

[Denki]

No need!

Just You!

[Mina]

I wouldn’t mind if you brought bottle some of that sweet red wine from your job

[Denki]

OH!

And maybe your switches

[unknown xxx-xxx-xxxx]

Will do

Both

[unknown xxx-xxx-xxxx]

OMG guys, i’m so excited, TYSM

Also Y/N I have a bottle so you don't need to buy one

[unknown xxx-xxx-xxxx]

Cool

[Eijirou]

Make sure you get the last train! I’ll even drive you to the station so you can chill as long as possible 

[Hanta]

If your chill at losing in mario kart lol

[unknown xxx-xxx-xxxx]

Me and Y/N will make you eat those words

Bakugo swallowed thickly.  This was his new start, right? Clearly it had to be.  His friends seemed to have adopted you.  Even that IcyHot bastard just... got along with you.  It had to be a sign, right...? He ran is hand through his hair, updated the contacts and didn’t even have the heart to chew Kirishima out for being back on his phone.  He was just about to put his phone away before the idea made him pause.

[Katsuki]

Are we ordering food or making something 

If it all goes well, they’ll play right into his hands, and within seconds, the texts come flooding in.

[Mina]

OMG MAKE SOMETHING

[Hanta]

Bro don’t joke is that an offer for YOU to cook?

[Denki]

COOK

COOK

COOK

SDLZKFAVPD

Bakugo, happy with his work, puts his phone away.  He can always find out later today what she likes, something that’ll blow her mind… Maybe check if she has any allergies. Kirishima hooks his arm around Bakugo’s neck, almost having him in a complete headlock.  “You’re gonna cook man? What do you have in mind?”

Bakugo shoves a cheerful Kirishima off of him, “Dunno. I’ll probably check with the new extras, make sure none of them will die of soy or sumthin’” he grumbles.

Kirishima beams at him.  This is great .  If Y/N sees Bakugo making an effort, maybe she’ll come around more, maybe want to continue to hang out when she moves. He feels the nervous energy run down his spine before settling in his gut. If he can get Y/N just to be comfortable around Bakugo, he has a real shot at her. Little does he know, a similar line of thought is running through his best friend’s head.

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[unknown xxx-xxx-xxxx]

Hey

You are…?

I mean, I see you're in the chat

But that’s like….a handful of new numbers

Didn’t think of that

I’m Bakugo

Katsuki

DynaMight

Shit, he already fucked up. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. He waited to text Y/N until Kirishima and his shift was over,  as it was rare to have their shifts overlap perfectly, and there’s few people he can work with, let alone tolerate, as well as Kirishima.

Okay

You need something?

Kind of

Wanted to make sure you or your friend didn't have any allergies

Or something you absolutely couldn’t stand to eat

Hmm

Well, not sure how honest I should be, but I’m a super picky eater

Probably wouldn’t have had anything but maybe some snacks

Akio doesn’t have any allergies but I’ll have him reach out to double check

Bakugo ran his fingers through his hair.  While that wasn’t what he was hoping for, it could have been worse.  He noticed already that Y/N was distant to new people, how vastly different she was, how vibrant she was with Akio. Shit, they weren’t an item, right? How does he even ask? He barely even knows her, Y/n still might not even be his soulmate.

“Hey, are you alright man…?” Kirishima, dressed down, ready to go home, looks his friend over who hasn’t even taken off a gauntlet yet. “Did you get hurt or something?”

“Fuck off, I’m fine, we barley did anything today.”

“Which is why I’m worried you look like shit, man. You need to talk?” Kirishima pats Bakugo’s shoulder, “I don’t think I've ever seen you like this.”

“Just a lot on my mind I guess.” Bakugo mutters, “I’ll be fine.” He starts actually getting ready to go home. “Hey, you said those new extras are coming because they're looking for an apartment out here?”

Kirishima feels another jolt of nervous energy at the thought of Y/N being brought up, excited for any excuse to talk about the girl that’s been on his mind. “Oh, yeah!  They both seem to be in kind of a bad predicament, but it seems she didn’t really want to talk about it.  They totally want to move in together ASAP here in the city, but that means they both have to quit their jobs, and they’re nervous about that.  Y/N said she has a bit saved, enough to put down for the two of them if they can find something affordable, but they're having a hard time finding a 2 bedroom apartment that they can both agree on and afford.”  

“Two bedroom?” Kirishima nods, looking at Bakugo questioningly, but he doesn’t notice. No, Bakugo is too busy trying to taper his own expectations, trying ever so hard not to drown in his own hope, but man, it's hard not to. Two bedrooms may not mean they aren’t together, but it’s certainly the more likely outcome, especially if money is an issue. No use in splurging on a home office if you’re barely getting by. Bakugo finally throws a clean tee on, ready to go home himself, but Kirishma is still looking at him in confusion. “I’ll be sure to keep an eye out.”

“Thanks BakuBro, I’m sure Y/N will really appreciate that.” Kirishima breaks out his phone, tapping away happily. “I’ve been sending them job posts they may like.  Todoroki said he might have something promising for her too.”  Bakugo grunts in acknowledgement.  Having a job waiting would probably be a huge weight off their collective shoulders.  It’d be really weird this early on for anyone to pull strings for Y/N, they do barely know her, and he really doesn’t want to come across as creepy or overcompensating, but maybe he can nudge some goodwill… maybe something that Akio can afford on his own for a bit if she eventually moves in…  But he’s getting way too far ahead of himself already.

[Akio]

Hey, this is Akio.

No we don't have allergies, Y/N told me to check in with you

But, between us guys she probably won't eat much 

and will be straightforward if she thinks its gross

So please don’t hold it against her in a worse case situation

[Katsuki]

Thanks

Anything in particular I should make

Maybe a favorite that might stand a chance?

[Akio]

Hmm…

No particular favorites, but she likes things simple but flavorful

Also, maybe avoid mushrooms, yeah…?

While vague, it gave him a direction, and maybe these little stepping stones are something he just needs to get used to.  This isn't something he can just bull his way through, something he’s so used to doing. The heroes parted once their flats forced their divergence, and in the silence the rest of the way home, an idea bloomed in Bakugo’s mind.

[Bakugo]

No mushrooms

How do we feel about spice..?

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[Kirishima]

I have an earlier shift  on Saturday

If you want I could go with you guys

Maybe pick you up from the train station depending on when you get in

[Y/N]

Please don’t, I don't want to bother you during your free time

Plus Red Riot fans will swarm

Also, i don’t want to be confused with someone who has the pockets to run in the same social circle as Red Riot LMAO

[Kirishima]

It’s no trouble

Plus I can help you with all the inside knowledge of a local

Safe neighborhoods, best places to eat…

All the important stuff lol 

Kirishima sees his phone light up and almost chokes as Y/N’s contact  graces his screen, her pixelated face zoomed in from an impromptu selfie Denki crammed as many people into from Mina’s party.  “Y/N, h-hey.  Wasn’t expecting you to call.”

“Of course.  I just got home.  I want to make sure that , one, I can’t bring anything to Denki’s? Being empty handed feels…. Gross… and two, I don't want to take up your free time.  You're out there, doing your thing, saving people.  I’m not going through something so…” Y/N paused, “dire. So just, well, I don’t want you giving up your time for us-”

A loud bang on your end has Kirishima tense up, before he hears Akio at a distance “You can totally come, she’s just being stubborn."

“Akio! I swear if you broke my fucking phone…” Kirishima couldn’t quite make out what he said, but the hears you come in sharply, “-He has hero shit to do, and we should respect his time off! Sorry about that.”

“Hey, not to be rude, or cross lines or anything,” Kirishima says seriously, “But if we’re talking about respect, you should at least consider what I’m saying when I tell you it’d be no problem to go around with you.  If you don’t want that, I’ll respect it, but I mean it when I said it was no trouble.” The line is quiet, and an unpleasant tension starts pooling in Kirishima’s gut, “Y/N…?”

“Sorry, still here, and... you’re absolutely right.  I-” she sighs, “I just don’t like adding onto people’s plates or owing favors. I’d feel better if you’d rest, and I don’t want Red Riot coming with seeming like a power move, but if you’d really like to come, well, I’d… I’d really like that. Besides, some insider knowledge wouldn’t hurt.” She gives the softest chuckle, and Kirishima’s heart goes pounding again, “I can send you the train schedules, and our appointments, might make plans a bit easier if you’ll be taking us around.”

“Y-yeah! I can totally map it out, see what makes the most sense!”

“Cool, I’ll send it now then.  It’s a shame though we have to be at the station so early for the return trip.  We’ll probably be cutting out of Denki’s thing just as it actually starts, and I kn-”

“Then just stay the night! I have a pullout, we can make it work!”

“Oh, thanks, but I still have work at my main job Sunday morning, I only cut out the restaurant this weekend.”

She said it so matter-of-factly that Kirishima couldn’t help but deflate a bit, saying softly “Hey if you can’t, I get it, but if you want to, the offer is there.”

“Okay,” Y/N immediately matched his tone, her hushed tone giving him shivers, “I’ll see if I can get the day off, and see if that's okay with Akio, see what he wants to do. Oh! Wait! The first thing! What should I bring?”

Kirishima chuckles, “I mean we can get something when you're out here. Just get whatever snacks you like if you don’t want to be empty handed, but seriously, you don’t need to bring anything.”

“Alright, I'll get something out there to bring. Oh, and note to self, bring my Switch,” she adds, more to herself, “But I do have to go now, otherwise Akio will totally be a menace in my apartment.”

“Oh, sure. Good talking to you.” Lame. Why would I say that.

“You too Kirishima. Good night, sweet dreams.” 

And just like that, Kirishima is stunned again. Good night? Sweet dreams? He’s afraid he’s in for a sleepless night, having anything but innocent or sweet dreams if he does nod off. His screen lights again and he opens the message

[Katsuki]

{link}

2 bedroom, new

But might be haunted

Old man died a few months ago

Apparently they can’t get anyone to take it, so its cheap

Sounds perfect for those broke extras

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Kirishima parked outside the station, windows down, dressed down so he wasn't immediately recognizable, and with a baseball cap on, and made his way up to the platform.  If all goes well today Y/N will be moved in within the month.  Hopefully one of these  places works out for you guys.  As the train docks, and people pour out, Akio comes out near the end  of the crowd, Y/N right behind him.  Both  are dressed sharp, clearly taking this seriously, Y/N even in makeup.  Akio seems to spot Kirishima first, and they both make their way over. “Hey guys, glad you made it okay! Let me take that.” He slips Y/N’s duffle from her hand over his shoulder.

“I could carry it.” Y/N protests

“No way, it wouldn’t be very manly for me to have you carry that bag.”

“What about mine?” Akio playfully cuts in, waving his own. Kirishima smiles, but takes it just the same, making Akio chuckle, “Good to see you again, especially when I'm not working.”

“Of course.”

“Thanks again, Kirishima, for everything.  I’ve been looking forward to today.” Y/N says a bit shyly.  

"Me too." Kirishima responds, with a lot more confidence than he feels. "I'm sure Denki's is going to be a blast! Hey, we have some time before  the first flat, and there's a nice little cafe that makes the freshest bread all day for their sandwiches."

"Sounds good to me." Y/N says while her and Akio nod in silent agreement, Kirishima now leading the trio away.  

He unlocks his beautiful candy apple red sports car that's spacious, mean looking, and sleek.  Even not knowing much about cars, Y/N was impressed.  He popped the trunk and placed their duffles inside, before swiftly making his way over and opening the passenger's side door, and after a second, opening the passenger's back door too. "Well, um, after you guys."

Akio, with a shit eating grin, throws himself in the back, and winks at Kirishima, playfully adding, "Thanks, Handsome."

Kirishima nervously chuckles, closing the door behind him, looking over to Y/N. She stepped toward Kirishima, briefly holding on to his forearm "You're doing entirely too much for us, but thank you." She gets in the car, and Kirishima carefully closes the door behind you, fighting the urge to happy dance.

"Did you guys have a favorite flat on this list?" 

"Honestly we didn't get too invested on anything until we could see it in person. Would hate to be catfished by an online listing, you know?" Y/N said very plainly.

" She says we didn't get invested, but we're both leaning towards that listing you sent our way," Akio cuts in, "It just seems too good to be true."

"Oh! The one Bakubro sent me. Yeah, someone passed away and apparently people aren't too thrilled about moving in because of it." 

Y/N chuckled good naturedly, "Well, as unfortunate as that is, if that's literally the worst thing about the place, it's nothing a bit of sage won't fix."

"See? You should be more excited about this. I'm sure it'll all work out.  You’re a hard worker, and have two jobs.” He parks and shuts the ignition, happy with the short distance between the cafe and your first appointment, then turns to Y/N, “Clearly you won’t let anything stop you from succeeding.”

A small noise escapes the back of Y/N’s throat, her eyes going big and soft as she feels heat fill her cheeks.  Kirishima watches her carefully, as she turns her head slightly from him and looks down.

“Aww, you have her speechless! That’s so hard to do! Remember this, because you’re going to need it to hand over her head for forever.  She’s frustratingly almost never wrong, and stupidly level headed.” Akio teases from the back, before pinching her cheek.

Y/N immediately smacks his hand away, before playfully pushing his face back so he's no longer leaning into the front of the car. “Alright, that's enough out of you, asshole.” The warm smile she shot at Akio, then was redirected to Kirishima, just as warm, if a little tentative. “Lead the way…?” 

“Y-yeah!” They all get out of the car, in sync, and Kirishima leads them to a cozy cafe.  Kirishima takes off his cap as soon as he’s inside, stepping right to the counter since there’s no line.  He starts ordering, suggesting some things the two may like, before they all volley to pay, but ultimately Kirishima has the extra arm length to keep them at bay and hand the counter girl his card with his other hand. Akio shrugs, and Y/N pouts a bit, but the trio sit, happily munching away on breakfast while Kirishima tells them more about this particular neighborhood, “In fact, if you really like this place, the apartment that I forwarded is fairly close too, a few blocks away in the other direction from your first appointment.” 

“I think this place is great.” Kirishima watches Y/N’s small smirk disappear behind her oversized mug as she takes a sip, her shoulders relaxing just a bit more. When she looks up again, their eyes meet, and she smiles, placing her mug back on the table. “I love your hair down, by the way.”  She goes back to sipping away as if she didn’t just grab Kirishima’s heart from across the booth.

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The First two apartments were a bust, the first while nice, too expensive, and the second looking like it would need to be burned down to ever truly look clean.  The third had potential, which gave Y/N hope, and a much needed mood boost.

“Can we please get lunch? My stomach is getting mutinous.” Akio grumbles from the passenger seat, Y/N now in the back as they were rotating shotgun. 

“Sure, how do you feel about italian?” Kirishima enthusiastically asks, “We have a bit of time to kill before the next place, and this place is killer.”

Y/N watches the café they were at earlier pass by as Kirishima drives. With a small smile she says from the back, “Sounds good, you haven’t steered us wrong yet.”

“Yeah, Kirishima, you’ve really come in clutch.” Akio adds with knowing eyes and a teasing tone.  “Our own personal hero, yeah?”

A soft dusting of pink graces the tall man’s face.  Maybe he’s been too obvious.  Akio clearly seems to see it, and surely he’s then discussed it with Y/N, right? “No way man, just, well, being a good friend.  Can’t have you stumbling around blind if I can help it!”  Desperate to redirect the conversation, he adds, “Oh, look, that's the building of that fl- wait, that looks like…”  The car slows down, and Kirishima, seeing he was right, parks as close as possible, lowering the window.  “Hey, Bakubro! What are you doing here?”

Bakugo approaches the car, nodding in lieu of a greeting “Just finished the day.  Figured I’d swing by and make sure this place wasn’t actually a shithole.” His eyes slowly scan the car, doing his best not to let his gaze linger on Y/N, beautiful in her light makeup and what he can see of her clothes.

“Well, we were on our way to grab some lunch, there’s a bit of time before we can see this place, wanna come?” Kirishima knew this would be a good opportunity to show Bakugo wasn’t so bad.

Meanwhile Bakugo was pouncing at the same opportunity. “Yeah, I could eat.” He opens the backdoor as Y/N slides from the middle over to give him room.”

“Kirishima said  you sent that listing. Thank you.”

Kirishima smiles, that’s exactly why he made sure he specifically said Bakugo had sent him the listing. “I think you’ll find that Bakubro here, while loud, is just a big softie.”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHITTY HAIR!”  

“Aw, but it’s true man.” Kirishima says, not affected by the outburst.

Akio chuckles as Y/N snorts. “You sound like a married couple.”  The heroes squawk in protest, making the other two laugh outright.

Bakugo can’t help but struggle to keep up with the conversation at lunch.  He was sat directly across from her at the round table, and kept getting distracted at her happy little hums, watching her slurp noodles, clearly enjoying the meal. “Kirishima, you weren’t kidding, this is killer.”

“Tch, I could do better.” Bakugo snipes.

“Didn’t say you couldn’t.” She flings right back a bit severely, pushing something on her plate to the small pile of things she clearly wasn’t going to eat, “no need to make it about you.” She adds somewhat playfully, making an honest attempt to extend an olive branch. 

Bakugo huffs, as Kirishima and Akio laugh. “Oh!” Akio sits straighter, “It’s almost time for our appointment. You wanna check it out?” He directs the question at Bakugo.

“Yeah man, gotta make sure the place isn’t a shithole, right?” The redhead says with a grin.

“Yeah, I suppose you dumbasses wouldn’t know how to haggle on a flat anyway.” He throws some notes on the table before getting up and starting to walk away, leaving the three to follow, protesting his paying.

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The apartment that Bakugo found was wonderful, despite the layout being rather odd, the location and price were perfect , and even though they had one more appointment, You were certain this is what you'd walk away getting.  You were surprised when Bakugo tagged along for your last appointment too, which was all in all a nice place, but just couldn’t compare to the last one you guys had seen.

“I think we found the perfect place, and it’s all thanks to you Bakugo.” Akio playfully leans into the blonde as they walk back to the car, who does his damnedest to fight the urge to shove him off.  Akio takes a deep breath, standing straight again, adding wistfully, “I think this will be a nice new start for us.”

“It will be! I can feel it.” The redhead bursts, “You guys will see.”

“Yeah… I think, well, not to jinx it, but I think I’m feeling hopeful for the first time in a long while.” Akio pulls you into a tight side hug, that you lean right into, the two heroes watching, both with the idea of themselves protecting that just sprouting hope. “Hey, what next? That was the last place on our list.” You check your phone for the time, “Probably a bit too early for Denki’s but I would like to stop so I can not show up empty handed.”

“Let's head to a grocery store then, I have to pick up shit for dinner anyway. You know Dunce Face never keeps anything good around anyway.” The blonde shutters, “Actually I’m afraid to open his fridge.”

“It can’t be that bad right?” You ask with a chuckle, but the heroes just give each other the side eye, and this time you repeat, with utmost seriousness, “It can’t be that bad, right ?”

“Let’s just say,  if he ever offers to cook himself, decline.” Kirishima says with a nervous chuckle.

“Yeah, you don’t want your fucking stomach getting pumped because of that shit.”

“Got it, prepackaged food at Denki’s.” Akio muses aloud.

Kirishima unlocks the car, and they pile in, Bakugo now exiled to the front, because as you put it, seriously, you were forcing yourself to sit back there with me, just take the legroom, we are not as bulky . As if he wouldn’t cram himself into a clown car with you to try and work through his feelings… to have your attention… He starts barking directions at Kirishima ‘to avoid the shitty store’ and to avoid his thoughts.  “Any snacks in particular you guys like?” You cut into the silence.

“Buy whatever the fuck you want, everyone eats like shit there.  Doubt they'd even stop to look at what they shove into their mouths.” Kirishima laughs, and the blonde scowls at him, meanwhile Akio looks over at you from behind the blonde and shrugs, clearly not quite getting it either.  When Kirishima pulls up to Bakugo’s preferred store, they all get out.  “Shitty Hair, I sent you a list, that way we can do this as quick as possible.” The redhead nods, as they shuffle out of the car, You and Akio immediately group and start to walk off, but Bakugo grabs onto your wrist, “No you don’t. You’re sticking with me.” The trio all shoot him looks of confusion, but when you go to rip your hand away, he holds on firmly. “You said you were picky, right? Well, stick with me so I don’t put in something that’ll be an issue.” He lets go right after, walking toward the store.

Akio gives you a look, and without words, a whole conversation is had. Yes, I’m okay. That was weird. We’ll put a pin in this for later. He nods, and you two head toward the entrance, Kirishima taking a half second to follow once you two start moving.  You hand Akio your card, “Grab some shit for us? You know what I like.”

“Y/N…”

“What is he going to do? Don’t get me wrong, he’s too comfortable grabbing me while I'm walking away, but Akio, I’m fine.”  Kirishima tries to respect your privacy, but can’t help but eavesdrop.

“I know he can’t really hurt you , but I’m still worried.  I don’t want you overwhelmed, and we don’t owe him the time of day if he’s going to be an asshole.” You shrug, but give Akio a quick side hug. He pushes you off playfully, “Get off, I don’t want people getting the wrong idea.  If we’re moving I want all the singles to know I’m available .” 

You cough the word ‘desperate’ into your hand and speed walk away, finding Bakugo just inside the entrance, going through produce. “What took you so long?” He bites out, but immediately redirects the conversation, showing you the basket, “Any hard no’s?”

And just as you lean over and start moving vegetables around, an impact to the back of your knee almost knocks you over, with the shriek of “Mommy!”  You recover and see a toddler, you’d guess three, clinging to your leg.

Without hesitation, you hoist the little boy on your hip, and to Bakugo’s dismay, the kid has all your attention. “Aw, you lost Sweetie?” 

The kid is clearly stunned a bit, but once you start rubbing his back, he seems to come around, eyes glassy, “S-sorry… Mommy’s wearing the same color.”

“That's okay,” you coo at him, “I’m Y/N, I’ll help you find her.”

Bakugo tries to control his anger, because all he really wants to do is drop the kid off with employees, but he must grunt too loud in frustration because the kid looks at him startled, and quiet tears start falling.  Without skipping a beat, you wipe the little boy's tears for him, and he presses his face into your neck. You rub his back some more while you walk right up to Bakugo, whispering in the little boys ear, “Hey, no need to be scared, look, I have a cool secret for you,” the boy peeks up at you, and you ever so slightly push back Bakugo’s cap, letting a tuft of blonde show, “I have DynaMight right here to help.”  The kid gasps excitedly, eyes wide. “Shh, remember, you have to keep it a secret, okay Sweetie?” 

“Hey, Y/n!” Kirishima comes up with a basket of his own, and when he sees the toddler, he immediately acknowledges him, “Hey little dude!”

You smile at Kirishima, and he feels absolutely blinded by it, “And if you're really good at secrets,” You stage whisper to the child, “You can meet my friend Red Riot,”  Kirishima catches right on, giving the kid a flash of his dyed hair.

“Wow!” He seems to remember his volume before whispering back, “ two heroes?”

“You got it little man!” Kirishima’s enthusiasm is infectious.

Akio walks up, each hand with a bag of snacks, eying the little boy in your hands, “Leave you alone for ten minutes with a man, and you already have a kid?” He asks sarcastically, waiting to be told what's going on. 

You snort , before handing the kid to Bakugo, catching him off guard, but the kid all but chokes him in a hug.  You go through your bag before taking out a notepad, flipping to a page that wasn’t full of apartment notes, and hand it to Kirishima with a pen, “Sign this for him, hm? The kid's going to want to remember this, afterwards Bakugo can sign.  I’ll go see if there was a kid reported missing, or if a woman wearing this color is looking stressed, whichever comes first.”  

You get all of about two steps away before an excited “Mommy!” cracks the air.  You turn back around and Bakugo is handing the toddler back to a woman who has similar hair and almost the exact shade of deep red on. They hug, the mother clearly relieved and you can’t help but smile. 

You take the basket from Bakugo, scanning over it quickly, while he signs the notepad for the kid, but before he can rip the page out, the child is giving him grabby hands.  The blonde picks the boy up, and gets a big hug from his tiny arms, making his mother and you coo.  The boy then looks at Kirishima, and repeats the motion, giving him a hug too. Kirishima puts him down as you all bid him off, but he walks over to you and hugs your leg, only letting go when Bakugo gives him the signed paper.

“He was cute.”

“You were good with him.” Bakugo says, looking at the floor.

“Yeah, it’s hard with small kids.  They can be easily scared, he was, what, maybe four?” Kirishima wondered aloud, “But he was super calm with you.” The redhead pats your back.

You try and shrug off the praise, “I really didn’t do anything, but this all looks fine,” you raise the basket, “How about we checkout? It’s getting late.”

Akio waits for the heroes to walk toward check out before scooting close, and teasing, “Wow Y/N, you’re so good with kids, and look good with one on your hip, and, oh, will you have my babies.”

You chuff, “They said nothing of the sort,” and you pause as you were about to walk away, “but now that you mention it, I’m sure being a surrogate for a hero must pay .”

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Now, you do not brag, but you are in two separate silent drinking contests, nothing outright declared, you're on your third shot of tequila with Sero, who now has the dilemma of how much more can he drink and sober out for his patrol later, and pouring your third glass of wine, which Mina is asking you to pass the bottle to keep pace.  Denki moved his game setup, but promised to catch up to the drinking once it’s all set up.  Kirishima ran out with Akio for more liquor, And Bakugo is in the kitchen.  You offered a few times to help, because honestly, it feels shitty to leave him there to slave away, but he said to stop asking him and that he’s tired of having to repeat himself.

You’re telling Mina and Sero about the cute little boy from the store, showing them a far from perfect video Akio took discreetly for ‘blackmail material’ that ended up just being the cutie hugging everyone.  

You pour another shot, and Sero groans, putting his shot glass upside down in silent resignation.  He gets up and grabs a bottle of water, when a knock echoes through the flat, making Denki call out from behind  the shelving under the television, "Can someone grab that?"

Mina jumps up, “Got it.” Making her way over to the door, “Todoroki’s here!”

She swings open the door and Todoroki comes in with a cake box.  “Thank you Ashido. Hello everyone.”  He places the box into the fridge, literally as fast as he can, and you suddenly find yourself wondering how scary must Denki’s fridge had been for heroes to be concerned, especially when the apartment looks fine, if just a bit cluttered.  

“Food’s almost done.” Bakugo calls from the stove, causing a small chorus of cheer from Denki, Mina and Sero.  Your phone lights up.

[Akio]

Hands full

Making our way up

[Y/N]

Okay

On standby

“Perfect timing, the boys are heading up right now.” You finish the last of your wine. “I’m going to see if they need a hand.” You hop off the stool, but just as you open the door, one of Kirishima’s bag-filled hands is raised and about to knock. “Can I take anything?” 

“I got this, but thanks, it’s like your psychic!” He shoots you a bright, toothy smile.

“Yeah, so psychic.”  Akio smirks and pushes some of the bags into your hand, and you help take things out of bags while the heroes who are more familiar with Denki’s layout put things away.

“Well, food is almost done.” You take out the last of the extra snacks and bottles the boys got, wondering how indulgent the night was going to get.

“What did you make, Bakugo?” Denki walks to the island, the TV now displaying his switch’s homescreen. “You wouldn’t tell me before.”

He sucks teeth, in the middle of plating between both bowls and plates since Denki didn’t have enough of each for either. “You probably asked before I made a decision.”

“Well, we did stop at the store just before we got here.  Do you-”

“Would you stop asking? I told you, I’m fine .  Just, ugh, here .” He shoves a bowl, brimming with food into your hands, chopsticks being held up by the mess of noodles. “Beef stir fry. Everyone can grab a plate.”

“We can take it into the living room, we just need to set up your controllers.” Denki snatches an actual plate, before he leads you to finalize the setup. You both put your food down while  everyone piles onto the long couch , the only exceptions being Todoroki who grabs a stool from the island, and Bakugo who takes the single recliner, just next to the couch. Mina, Sero, Kirishma and Akio take up almost the entirety of the couch and Denki hands out some controllers before taking the bit of space between Sero and Kirishima.  Fine with the floor you hand Denki his plate, take your controller and bowl and sit down between Akio and Bakugo's legs. 

You finally get a chance to eat while everyone is picking their racers, and can’t help your pleased little hum. “Bakugo, this is good .” It has a kick to it, but you still get a great  mix of overall flavor as you scoop up more. You can’t help but continue in a bit of awe, “This is like really really good. ”

He’s tried not to stare at you since he gave you the bowl, but now that you're eating, he couldn’t help but watch you. And with you practically gushing over it? Well, it’s the first time he feels like he’s actually had your attention, not just being included as a part of a group.  Trying not to seem conceited, he mutters,  “Told you I could cook.” They all hum in agreement, Akio’s hum also a bit surprised. 

It only takes 5 rounds to kill Bakugo’s high. “THIS IS FUCKING BULLSHIT.” He points at Akio, but addresses you both, when in a slightly more controlled tone he accuses, “ You’re fucking cheating. ”

“Guilty.” Akio sings smugly.

“Not.” You deadpan but can’t help your smirk. You took the first 3 rounds, first place, Akio the last 2 rounds, “But honestly I only have a few good rounds in me before I need a break, so you’ll get your shot.”

Todoroki, who was almost exclusively in last place, asks solemnly, “How are you cheating?”

“He’s a human calculator.”

“Is that your quirk?” Mina asks.

“Basically. I can solve damn near anything put in front of me, measure fairly accurately by eye, figure out the trajectory of a racer trying to slip past me… the bigger issue is just if I can get the input to my controller fast enough.”

“But you bartend?” Bakugo asks, clearly not believing it.

Akio bristles, and coldly replies, “Yeah.” You grab Akio’s knee, a silent show of support.  He used to be a consultant for some universities as a freelancer, but that doesn’t always provide steady income, and lately it seems like he’s hardly gotten work at all, but Akio doesn’t owe any explanations, so you’re happy to let him say as little as he likes.

“What about you, Y/N? I don’t remember if you told us.” Sero asks, trying to break up the tension.  

“Oh, rather not get into it right now, leads to questions that will kill the mood, but short answer, I can affect other’s nervous system.  So... I can't really cheat.”

Kirishima nervously chuckles, “Well I guess Akio did warn us in the group chat they were going to embarrass us.”

Your phone lights up and you see an unknown number, “Excuse me, gotta take this, play the next round without me.” You go into the kitchen, answering as you do. “Y/N speaking…”

“Perfect Miss, we were just calling to inform you we’ve accepted your submission, and are awarding you and Mister Akio the lease. We just wanted to work out a move in the time frame, so we can finalize everything for the two of you.” Holy shit, your luck is turning around…

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Todoroki ends up coming out just as you're finishing your call with the building rep, going into his messenger bag, and sliding a thick folder next to your pad of notes.  You look at him with a slight head tilt, “What’s this?”

“It’s a few things.  The first is a temporary work contract as a secretary for my father’s company, with an option for a permanent hire.” He opens the folder and shows you some paperwork in a green paperclip, “Then I have paperwork for that project I was discussing earlier with you.” He flips to another stack in a yellow paperclip.  

He and Midoriya were working on a new project, a liaison between hero agencies and regular police forces to better try and find patterns in crimes by not being attached to single cases.  If a few people could overlap in multiple places, it would streamline some bureaucracy, and give the individuals a better overall picture of everything, but the problem is they would have to be trusted and well trained.  A hero could theoretically do the work, but it would be a demotion essentially, and it’d be too big a promotion for most of the regular public to handle well, not to mention, a huge risk because this person would theoretically have easy access to multiple agency’s knowledge.  They were stumped on how to try and move this experiment further, to find the right candidate for a test run, and just as Todoroki was going to give up hope, his new “robot friend” seemed to be the perfect answer.

You had mentioned in passing you were training to   be a hero under the pressure of your parents, but that your last year ended ‘in a fiasco’, and that while you graduated a hero course student, you never did anything with it outside of your internship.  Todoroki looked into it, and sure enough you graduated 2nd in your class, a respectable but far off hero school up north.  He even reached out to the underground heroes you had worked under, who all sang your praises, but were disappointed to find out you took up civilian work.  Apparently you had worked well enough that Eraserhead hadn't known you were an intern the one time he worked with you in passing on a mission.

“The hero/police, check and balance, info broker thing?”

“Precisely.  If we can’t get the program working, you’ll have steady employment as a secretary, but we really are hoping to get this off the ground, and you’re perfect for this.”

“How do you figure?”

“Well, you are a trained Hero, you have some field experience, your quirk has the side effect that you are almost untouchable… I looked into your past, your credentials… You have one unflattering article from your ‘fiasco’ but I doubt it will be an issue as there are many flaws in logic to exploit.  You are literally the perfect candidate.” He takes out the last packet, in a red paperclip, “This last one is a work permit renewal, I saw yours was on the verge of expiring, though your Hero license is still valid.  You can still feel free to say no, but I think this might be good-”

“Hey guys, I have patrol in a bit, so I’m going to head out,” Sero says, stepping into the Kitchen.

“Oh, before you leave, I brought these.” Todoroki hands Sero some manga, “Do you want some cake before you go?”

“Nah, not this time, but thanks man.” Sero waves the manga.

“Of course.”

“Nice seeing you again Sero, thanks for letting us crash game night.” You smile at him.

“Of course, I’m sure I’ll be seeing you around more often.”  He smiles as if he knows a secret before he is out the door.

“Hey, Todoroki, can you send me that article?” You ask after a moment.  “To be honest, I don’t like to think about senior year… I’ve been too afraid to look at it myself.”

“Of course Y/N. I’ll send it over, and just,” He sighs, “I know it’s a lot of changes with you trying to move, but just let me know as soon as you can what you would like to do.  I’ve done my research, I’m confident in choosing you, but ultimately, it has to be something you are happy with.” He gives a small smile, “Excluding maybe enjoying going back to the gym.”

You can’t help the genuine smile that breaks across your face, “Thanks for the reminder, I thought you were trying to sell me on this.”  You put the folder in your purse with your notepad.

You both make your way back to the living room, Todoroki taking the vacant couch space and you taking the stool, watching the round currently in progress. Kirishima leans back to look at you, essentially throwing his game to do so, “You okay?”

“Yeah, just got off the phone.  We Got the apartment, Akio.”

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Happy squeals and cheers break out as get a bunch of side hugs and back taps.  “I guess the cake became celebratory, I’ll slice it up, who wants?” Todoroki asks.

“Oh, me!” Your hand shoots up, “Actually I’m still kinda hungry, is there anymore stir fry and noodles?”

“Y-yeah, there's a little bit left. I’ll get it.” Bakugo grab the bowl you left by your controller and follows Todoroki into the kitchen.

“We should play something different! Denki jumps up and goes through the games in your and Akio’s cases. “Oh, Mina!”  He holds up a game card.

“Just Dance? Wow, put it in! Now it’ll really be a party!” 

“ No , I can’t dance..” Akio laments.

“Yeah, I haven’t played that in forever, but put it in. Akio’s been winning all night.”

Kirishima gives you a bear hug from behind you, “Congratulations Y/N.  When do you move in?” 

“Depending on how quickly we can move the paperwork, it’s looking like the first of next month.” 

He twirls you around, and Akio gives you a Cheshire grin. “That’s great, let me know the move date and I’ll be there to help!”

“Put me down!” You laugh as you playfully hit his arm, then add more seriously once he lets go, “You do too much, we’ll handle the move. I don't have much anywa- Oh, it’s up!” The title card goes live and you reestablish your controller connection, so you actually read under the Y/N profile. “Who’s up first with me?”  You scroll distractedly, and the first trio you see is Lizzo’s Juice, “Min? Denki? We can all play…” you finish in a sing-song.

“Well I’m going to get more alcohol to celebrate with while I don’t embarrass myself. Anyone else want too?”  The trio nods, but the redhead declines.

Denki hands Kirishima his phone, “Put it on the story.” 

“Don't worry about that, just get over here!” Mina immediately starts the song, and you three slip right into a trance.  Every new move you guys awkwardly try to mirror, but all catch on rather fast, each dancer having their own set of moves, Denki on your left, Mina on your right, and you feel… light .  Like you don’t have to put so much distance between you and the world.  

Bakugo comes in with your bowl in one hand, and some cake in the other, but, like Kirishima who has been here from the start, he’s just mesmerized by the swing of your body to the music.  Akio and Todoroki come in, balancing more cake and drinks and a line of celebratory shots that they put on the end table.

The song ends, and you're breathing a little heavy, pleased with your score.  If a little light work like this has you breathing hard, you really will have to be hitting that gym. Ugh, fun.   Akio hands you the small plastic cup, and raises his in cheers. You tap yours against his, and suddenly Denki is following suit.  The whole group is  huddling with soft congratulations, tapping plastic shot glasses and giving soft encouragement.  

You all dissolve into a low roar of reminiscing, everyone telling their tales of big moves while you all share cake, and you slurp on more stir fry quietly, your head full of possibilities.  Akio smacks your knee, and you both hiss in pain, “What the hell, man?”

“What do you mean ‘what the hell?’ You’ve been the one lost in your head! You barely nodded when Todoroki left, Bakugo walked him down, and completely ignored me when I asked if we’re going to catch the last train, or are we staying.”

“I stood sober, so my offer is still available whether you guys stay with me or go back home.” Kirishima offers softly.

“Thank you. Sorry I was so in my own head, but I already took the day off for both jobs, so I’d like to stay, if you still don't mind.”  Kirishima beams at you with a nod, and you can’t help but feel warmth flood your face.

“Well then, it sounds like it’s a night then,” Mina gets up and starts picking up plates and bowls, and you quickly follow suit, while Akio and Kirishima help Denki with disconnecting everything.  Bakugo comes back up, and with a knock Mina runs over to let him in. “Can you help Y/N while I call an Uber? She’s washing.”  He nods and heads over to the counter, takes a towel and starts drying with a soft grunt, you turn your head and nod in acknowledgement, neither of you feeling the need to break the soft silence as you work.

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Kirishima drives Bakugo home, dropping him off in front of his building, all of you chiming farewells, getting a responding grunt of “Safe trip home.”

You weren’t sure if he meant the ride to Kirishima’s, or the train tomorrow night, but you thank him regardless before Kirishima waves and drives off.  The ride is short, a nice little village area, bursting with small shops separating the two friend’s homes. 

Kirishima parks and takes both your bags from the trunk, leading you to his pad. “How tired are you guys? Do you want to watch a movie? Or just a shower and bed kind of night?”

“I’m down for a movie.  What do you have in mind?”

He unlocks the door and swings it open, “Oh I’m not picky, whatever you guys want.  Make yourselves at home. I, uh, did just want to ask how did you want to do the sleeping arrangements.”

“We can share the couch.” Akio says, distracted on his phone, before looking up, “We’re easy.” He swings his socked feet up on the couch , head on the arm rest, “There, Y/N mirrors  the same on the other side, and we're all in for the night.”

“No way! I’d be super unmanly to make you guys share such a cramped space.  I cleaned all my sheets, and figured the lady could take the bed, and then either we could share, the pullout or if your more comfortable you can take the bed with Y/N”

“I really couldn’t take your bed Kirishima, I’d-”

“You aren’t taking it, I’m offering.” He tells you, his hand feeling huge as he places it on your shoulder, giving you a soft smile. You can’t help but stare at him.  His persona as a kind hero is severely understated to the actual thing, he’s just… so pure …

Akio clears his throat, snapping attention to him, “So, not to be rude to you, or seem ungrateful, but I’m meeting a hookup, so that should make sleeping arrangements... a bit easier. This bar is close, right” He faces his screen, showing a map that does look close

Kirishima bounces back first, “Oh yeah man, good for you! I could drive you if you want, make sure you get there.”

“No it’s close, I’m a big boy, besides, wouldn’t want to leave Y/N.” he starts putting on his shoes. 

“She can always come, or she can stay, maybe take a nice bath to kill time?”

“A bath does sound nice, “ you find yourself saying out loud, “Just be careful guys? And check in with me ‘Kio? Let me know you’re still breathing on occasion…?”

“Of course,” He gives you a quick hug, “In the meantime i’m trusting your safety to the big, sturdy hero,” He gives Kirishima a knowing smirk, “You’ll keep Y/N in perfect condition for me, right?”

The redhead sputters a bit before replying a bit to forcefully, “Of course she is! She’ll never be safer!” His eyes drift you you, and finds a soft smile on your face, “I’m just, uh, going to set up the bath, then we can go, Akio.”

“He likes you, you know..” Akio whispers, setting up a bag, “I’m confident of it now. Do with that what you will.” He gives you another hug, “This won’t be another Viktor situation… Fucking triple digit, D list piece of shit...”

“You, uh, ready, Akio?” Akio lets go of you with a nod, “Just make sure the temperature is right for you, Y/N, I’ll be right back.”

“Okay, see you then,” You take out your sleep clothes, a thick oversized sweater-like sleep shirt with matching knee high socks covered in little designs and plain sleep shorts, and your brush.  You pad over to the bathroom, tub still filling, already full of bubbles, and a fresh towel left out for you. You fiddle with the water temperature, before stripping and sinking into the still-filling tub with a content sigh.

‘Kio was right, Kirishima was the furthest thing from Viktor.  The question was if someone who had a public image to keep up would want to be attached to someone who’s own public image had pretty much barred you from hero society before they were able to truly enter it.

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You came out of your bath, damn near boneless, relaxed from the heat.  Kirishima definitely was overindulgent with the massive amount of foam bubbles, but it was incredibly nice, just the same you dressed, and kept the plush towel around your shoulders, while calmly combing your hair.  You heard Kirishima come in a bit ago, and find him fixing up the pull out’s sheets. He looks up when you approach, and asks with a smile, “Good bath?”

“Excellent in fact, but also, maybe a slight buzz kicking in from earlier.  I feel a weird mix of me being heavy, warm and boneless.”

“Still want to watch a movie then? It sounds like you might need the sleep.” 

“No, definitely put something on. It’ll be the perfect end to a really good day.” Your lips quirk up when you make eye contact, hiding the slight case of nerves by tying back your hair for bed, “but first, where do I put this towel?” 

“Oh, I’ll take care of that,” He takes it from you and gets up, tossing the remote on the bed, “Get comfortable and I'll bring back some popcorn, yeah?” You nod in acknowledgement and sit  on the corner of the bed, legs dangling over the side while you search what's streaming.  You narrow it down to a few choices, and when Kirishima comes back he chooses a thriller, something about a wife trying to clear her politician husband’s name, and settles onto the bed, laid out, putting the popcorn bowl and some water bottles between you.

There’s a point in the movie where the wife gets into the husband’s twitter account and sees dozens of messages that are all practically all nudes from different people, “Reminds me of Bakubro’s account.” Kirishima says out loud to himself.

“Really? I was just thinking ‘there's no way that happens’, like, most famous people have people to manage their accounts, don’t they? So it probably wouldn't even get to whoever you intended...”

“Yeah, a lot do, especially if they have a tendency to have P.R problems. Bakubro has someone to manage all that but he throws in some candids.  I get some, uh, eager fans on occasion, but more of the aggressive ones are people asking me to forward them to DynaMight.” He chuckles awkwardly, and your heart just breaks . “He’s always been popular like that though, more likes and comments on his posts, even if it’s the same picture of us posted...”

“Kirishima?” He looks up at you, the soft way you say his name acting as a tether, “You’re literally the sweetest person I ever met.  Nudes, likes, all of that is bullshit, and, while we may not know each other super well, I don’t think you care about that.  Don’t let popularity guide your actions. I’ll tell you from experience it doesn’t turn out well, not for relationships, and not for hero work.  You’re a top hero, and a really good guy, there’s no need to try and compare yourself, you stand tall all on your own.”  You feel embarrassed that you couldn’t help but gush over him, heat filling your face.

A pregnant pause blossoms between you before Kirishima offers a very soft, “Thank you.” He fidgets with the water bottle in his hand, “Hey, uh, feel free to not answer, but… what happened? There's no way you could have messed up as much as you made it sound like.”

You sigh, mentally cursing yourself for opening that can of worms, “Man, can’t I just ask for your Snap with the promise to exchange some nudes to avoid this conversation?” The joke sounds weak even to your own ears, and bless Kirishima for nervously laughing along anyway, but you can’t help the despair over taking you that once Kirishima hears what you have to say, that he’ll always be just out of reach. 

“Well, uh… So my family lost our, their , house right before high school, and so, we all bounced around a bit before moving in with some family up north.  They had me sign up for the same hero school that my cousin was already applying for, and while I went up for a short trip to do the entrance exam, we were delayed a few weeks from actually moving on time.  By the time I had transferred in, I was already an outcast.  I was something like the 4th highest score, and my cousin, well, she just made the Hero course, and, well, we were never the same.  There was always this cool atmosphere between us… a polite indifference if you will, mostly because I suck at social skills, and she had already convinced lots of people I was just there to leech off her home and take her spot in school.  I didn’t even want to apply, but my parents forced it.  At home, and at school, all I was ever used to was being talked at, or around, so when Viktor approached me, I... I was just ready to not be completely alone anymore.” You take a deep breath while you try and straighten your thoughts.

“So Viktor was one of the only people who didn’t completely freeze me out, and just decided one day, we’re going out. I was so confused, I thought he was joking, I think everyone else thought so too, but ultimately, while I didn't like just being told things I would be doing, it was no different at home, and at least Viktor was charming about it. So we trained, did homework, eventually fucked, and I was very passive about the whole thing.  I knew I wasn’t in love , but it was nice enough… until I became top in class, first year, second semester. He basically would whine for the rest of our first year that it wasn’t fair that I wasn’t applying myself, but took the number one spot away from him.  The whining was annoying but he still would do charming little things, so I took it in stride.”

“Second year is when it got bad. He could be just as mean as my family was to me, but he’d always apologize, sometimes with a small gift.  It was more effort than anyone else had given me, so I always gave Viktor the pass.  I really got the flavor for my quirk when we got our internships. I was basically adopted by a trio of underground heroes who actually helped me work out my quirk parameters. I had called it Feedback, thinking I could only amplify and return overwhelming pain or pleasure, but it seems I can affect any nervous system, and the more contact I’ve had, the stronger the effect. It also had this weird side effect where if something was actively hurting me, I feel it in, like, a weirdly numb state, but it gets returned like two times the damage.”

“Wait, what?” The redhead asks. “Some thing ?”

“Yeah, so like, this villain once pushed a part of a brick wall onto me but while it felt to me like, hm, 18 liters of water being dumped on me from one of those big painter’s buckets, the wall burst into rubble once it touched me.  No nervous system, but it was still affected.” You shrug.

“And you can control… both pain and pleasure …?” There’s a sense of wonder in his tone, as he just tries to wrap his thoughts around it.

You can’t help but chuckle, “You make it sound pervy like that, but yes, Feedback controls pleasure and pain… It made me hard to train with in any real capacity, but I flourished in the field.  I thought for once, even though I was forced into the hero course, maybe I found my calling. I’d hate to say I probably started pulling away from Viktor, it would imply I was anything other than passive in our relationship, but I did bury myself in my work.  It was the perfect excuse to be out of that overcrowded house, away from my family, school didn't really bother me much because I was leaving early half the week for interning. Besides for lunch, and the occasional study date turned fuck, we didn’t see each other.  I thought we’d at least be sparring partners, number one and two, made sense to me, but it was always an excuse, and then I'd be gone for the day, into the night.”

“Third year was when it got rough, when he got rough. His quirk allows him to minutely  change properties of anything nonliving. It wasn't too useful in the field, at least, the way he used it, just making things stronger or denser. Anything he could throw at me wasn’t really a threat, and we stood pretty equal even in quirkless fights, so he must have decided he was going to try and one up me in front of a crowd and decided to do it by changing the potency of the alcohol after finally dragging me out to a party.  I’ve always had a high tolerance, so every time my boyfriend gave me a drink,  I drank it, nothing suspicious about that.  He was being his old charming self again… but then, he insisted on  showing off my quirk .”

“I didn’t get it at first, and why would I? I was number one, they’ve all seen me, most sparred with me.  Maybe if I wasn’t buzzed it might have sunk in faster, but he then he yanks my hair to try and force me to kiss him, and the dumb bitch must have forgot, because he yelps too.  Now everyone is laughing, and he can’t have that, but I’m… I’m already leaving. I didn’t even want to be there to begin with, but then… but then I hear someone jeer at him ‘ I thought you were going to show us how good a fuck your bitch is’ . I don’t even remember how I even got home, but I wake up that morning to him fucking my cousin in our shared room.  Honestly it was so fucked up, but I couldn’t help but laugh at them before I left them to it.”

“Awful as it is to say, I knew and he knew she wasn’t as good as I was, not that she could be, but I was fine to leave them to it.  I didnt need my frigid bitch of a cousin, or the stupid asshole of an ex who couldn’t handle not being in the spotlight.  My family didn’t care, as long as I passed, and could get even a sidekick level check, they were out of the poor house.  My uncle was indifferent to me, and my aunt was cold toward me, but happy her little girl finally got the boy I apparently stole from her.”

“I disappeared into my work, content with my life underground, hadn’t even chosen a hero name kind of underground, until about 2 months before graduation.  He was outside the house before school, figured he was waiting for her,  but then Viktor is following me… The Bastard keeps trying to talk to me, and he’s saying weird shit too, like we’re getting back together, then begging for one last fuck, needing the homework.  Truly, he was all over the place, but literally I don’t even say anything after my initial reaction of telling him to fuck off.”

You take a hysteric breath, “And then he punches me in the face. Point blank. As hard as he can.” You can feel your hands shake, “I was so... stunned … I just took the hit.  I had no idea what to do, I should have blocked it, I could have blocked it , but instead I watched Viktor break his own jaw from Feedback.  My cousin took that bit and ran with it.  Suddenly I find myself kicked out of the house, and in my local newspaper being accused of being a domestic abuser.”

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“I’m… I’m so sorry you went through all that.” Kirishima takes your still trembling hands in his, running his thumbs across the back of yours.

“I survived it.  Even with the accusations, even with never showing back up to school, My grades were high enough I just slipped into the second highest ranking student.  Apparently there was a tape from a building we were by that showed I didn’t hit him, but it mysteriously went missing.  It became a real big he said/she said, and even though we weren’t together anymore, domestic abuser was the title tied to my name.”  You take your hands out of Kirishima’s to wipe away your watery vision.  “Sorry to dump all this shit on you.”

“No, it’s fine, I’m happy that, uh, you would share that with me.” Some tidbits of earlier conversations start clicking into place, “So, the D list asshole..?”

“His hero name is Reforge,” you say with disgust, “but he will always be That Asshole Viktor to me.”

“I don't think… I even know a Reforge…” The redhead thinks out loud, and you can’t help but laugh hard , and Kirishima can’t help but feel pride that he got you to open up like this.  You both opened up about some heavy insecurities you have, and he can’t help but feel so much closer to you for it.

By the time you finally start to settle, your phone lights up.

[Akio]

Alive, well, catching a breath before another round

Don’t wait up <3

[Y/N]

Wouldn’t dream of it

I know how you get

You smile at the phone, and Kirishima takes a shot to test the waters, teasingly asking, “What’s got you smiling like that, boooyfriend?”

You huff a laugh, keeping it just as light as he does, “Boyfriend? You must think me a stronger woman, no I  haven’t dated since Viktor.  Besides, I’d be kinda shitty if I were moving away to keep one. No, what has me smiling is Akio checking in, but also feeling the need to tell me he’s in between rounds.” Kirishima  chokes in surprise and you can’t help but give a bark of laughter, “What about you, someone got your heart out there?”

“Well, uh, no not dating, but, um, someone has my eye.” He says looking at the sheets, before dragging his eyes up, “Can’t see her for a bit, but I’ll ask when she’s back.”

You smile at him as brightly as you can, a feeling a coldness settle in your chest,  but say with all sincerity, “Then she’s really lucky.” you add more playfully. “ She’d be a fool to not fall into your big, stupidly strong arms.”

His grin stops almost as soon as yours drops, “Hey, you okay?”

“Yeah, I think I should lay down, try and sleep some, you should let me stay here, while you take your bed.”

“Nope!” He gently pushes your shoulder until you get up so he can continue to push you into the room.  Now it shouldn’t surprise you, but the room is entirely in the dark red and black theme of his costume, and you can’t help but like it. It probably would give modern day vampire vibes in anyone else's home, but it’s sleek and unbearably Kirishima. “Pillows, Blanket, all freshly changed for you. Do you need anything else? Maybe another blanket?”

“No, this is more than I could ask for.” You sit on the edge of his bed, “Really Kiri, you’ve done so many little things… thank you.”

“Anytime. Goodnight Y/N.” He walks to the door and turns off the light, “Sweet dreams.”

“Goodnight, sweet dreams.” you echo back softly.

He closes the door behind himself, and you lay back, trying not to think about how awful you feel.  Viktor isn’t something you like to talk about, but you can’t blame this one on him.

[Y/N]

I misread that

He’s going to ask out some other girl

You don’t expect a response, you know ‘Kio is out having a good time, but you need to get it off your chest. You sink further into Kirishima’s bed, resentful of how nice it is before you drop into a blissful sleep.

A knock on the door wakes you up, as you crack open your eyes and try to make sense of your surroundings. It clicks in your head, as your sleepy thoughts retreat, and you can’t help but wonder what kind of magic Kirishima’s bed had because you slept hard .  Before you can call out, the door cracks open a bit, and the tall man calls through it, “Can I come in?” All you manage is a tired ‘mhmm’ from your throat, eyes still barely open. “Hey, good morning," he says softly, "Sleep well?" You nod, and lay back down, on your side so you're still facing him. "Hey, none of that. Let's go out for breakfast."  He takes some clothing from his draws.

"Only if I'm paying, otherwise I'm staying in bed,” you rasp, burying yourself further into the bed. You weren't sure if maybe it was the emotional exhaustion of yesterday, but this bed is truly amazing.

"And you were going to take the pull out. C'mon Y/N, you can even pay today." Kirishima coos at you as he yanks the blanket away and you give in, sitting up and rubbing your eyes. "You look like a little kid waking up from a nap." The red head snaps a picture , "Akio is going to love this."

You can’t help the smirk that fights it’s way onto your face, playfully saying, “Fuck you.  I sit here, tell you my sob story, and you turn around and betray me like this? Akio will never let me live down a bad picture. I take, like, no pictures to begin with, and you're going to give him a bad one?”  You see a notification, and speak of the devil…

[Akio]

No way

I’m so sorry 

But also

No way

BOTH of us misreading that?

“Fine, I won't send it to Akio, but it isn’t a bad picture!” the redhead pauses, “Actually, I will send it if you aren't dressed in fifteen minutes.”  

“Blackmail? Really Kiri? This early in the morning,” You stretch your arms upwards, “and here I thought you were sweet.” You stick out your tongue as you pass him, making him laugh, and leave, picking out some clothes from your packed bag and going to the bathroom to change.

[Y/N]

Heading out for breakfast

Wanna meet up?

Or I can bring something back

Wouldn’t want to interrupt LMAO

[Akio]

In the middle of breakfast now

See by noon, latest

Satisfied you at least touched base, you finish getting ready, humming to yourself as you go back to the living room and start stripping breaking down the pull out bed for Kirishima. When he comes out, he seems a little pale to you, and you pause, “You alright Kiri?”

“Never better. Thanks, uh, for doing this,” He takes the sheets from your arms, “You didn’t need to do that. I’ll, uh, put these to wash, and we can head out.” You nod and study him as he walks away. He does seem pale still but he’s walking sturdy, otherwise looking good in his black cargo pants, deep red tee, and black punk looking vest.  He comes back and offers out his arm, “You ready?” You hum an affirmative, and hold the offered arm, and pin down any hope in your chest, lying to yourself that the only reason you take it is to keep an eye on him.  After all, his eye is on somebody else...

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After breakfast, Akio still hadn’t reached out, so Kirishima suggested  picking up some snacks and walking around the park that was close by.  Kirishima ushers you into a small bakery so you can both get a warm drink to stave off the chilly air, but you are enchanted by the cute little snacks of animal creme puffs and… “...Is that your face on a macaron?”

“Uh, maybe..? They sometimes do hero macarons here, it’s how I found out about this place. Someone had tagged me… But their other stuff is great too! Besides, the only consistent heroes they have are Deku, DynaMight and…” The sentence seems to die in his throat, and there's still one other customer before you two, so he just looks at the floor.  

You bump your shoulder into him, and when he looks at you, you give him a small smile, “You stand tall, all on your own.”  His shoulders relax as what you said from last night sinks in.  The counter girl waves you up, and you just tear into ordering what's definitely too many sweets, but too cute for you to resist. You have at least one of every kind of animal cream puff, a few of Todoroki’s strawberry and buttercream macarons, two of Midoriya’s matcha flavored ones, the last lime and orange Bakugo one, and the last four Raspberry Red Riots that you an absolute sucker for the effort put into the alliteration. “You sure you don’t want any?”

“Y/N, you have plenty already, you bought a third of the store.”

You scoff in embellished offence, “I have not, besides, how am I not supposed to indulge.  This is the cutest shit I’ve seen in my life.” you point at the case, “Look at that fox cream puff and tell me it isn’t the cutest fucking thing you’ve ever seen.”

“I can say with confidence it isn’t.” He chuckles, “I’ve seen cuter, much cuter in fact.”

“Wow,” you clutch at imaginary pearls, “and now you’re fucking lying to me, just, break my heart Kirishima,” You sigh dramatically, “Hey, if you’re going to blackmail and lie to me today, can I trust any drink recommendations from you?”

The counter girl cuts in with a giggle. “Well, the cutest drink we have is the caramel cinnamon hot chocolate, it has little meringue animals we put on top of the whipped cream.”

“That, please, for me, and add on whatever he wants,” You pointedly look over at him.

“Wow, it’s like hanging out with Bakugo,” You gasp out rude , “I guess I’ll do the same thing too.”  

The counter girl must actually look at him for the first time, because her eyes go wide, “Y-you’re,” Kirishima winces, and you just shake your head, hoping she doesn’t alert the few people eating in back. “Oh, right, um,” She goes back to the macarons, “Oh, you guys are taking the last of his… I’ll, um, give you one on the house.” He starts to protest, but she waves it away, “It’s fine, besides, this is, uh, a big transaction.”  You hang your head in embarrassment, handing your card.  That’s two people who confirmed what you already knew.

“I got it.”

“Kiri, you hardly even want this, so thank you, but no,” you turn to her, “Please charge it before he starts insisting.”

“Aw, you two are so cute.” Her words make your chest heavy, but your stomach swoops with butterflies. She processes the payment, before taking the now done drinks, and topping them before handing them to you, “Here you are,” She passes you an overly large, lidless to-go cup, that accommodates the small mountain of whipped cream, with a fox, black cat and a brown and white rabbit. You gush at your cup as she hand him his own adorn with a fox, a calico cat and a shiba.  

Pastry box in hand, you exit  the shop, “Oh wait! Hold out your drink for me?” You open Snap and hold the cup so you can see the little animals, and Kirishima mimics the action so both cups are in the shot. You take the picture, and put it on your story, “So cute.”

“Send that to me too!”

“Sure!” 

[Y/N]

{image}

Add me on Snapchat! Username: {link}

You take a sip of your drink with a hum.  Caramel cinnamon is a bit of a strange combo, but it does work well. Kirishima sees an open bench and guides you both over before opening one of the two boxes tied on top of each other by the red and white string. You take a snap of all the macarons and put it on your story. “Akio is goin-”

“What are you doing here!” DynaMight stomps up, completely in uniform, on what must be patrol, not really asking the question while pointing at Kirishima. He drastically lowers his voice to a loud, but reasonable decibel, “And you were going home.”

“I still am, don’t worry.” You placate, then smirk and add, “Didn’t realize I had a curfew, Daddy.” He sputters, but you just railroad on, moving over a touch, and letting him sit. “Here, there was only one , but I can share.” You show him the macaron of his face, teasing in a sing-song “Not sure how it’ll taste, but it’s lime oraaaange.”

“What kind of shit is that?”

“Cute shit.” You deadpan, showing him the rest of the box, before opening the second, “The cutest shit, look at these animal cream puffs! I guess you can have one of those too.” You take out a Red Riot cookie, and hold it out to Kirishima, who takes it with a small thanks and a chuckle, “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just… You too are weirdly similar.” He takes a bite out of his macaron.

“The fuck are you talking about, Shitty Hair?”  You sigh softly and sip on your drink, while Bakugo looks through the assortment.

“Well, hm, it’s like… it’s like Y/N is a hedgehog, right?” You both look at Kirishima in disbelief, “They’re, like, friendly and playful once they warm up to you, but not really cuddly . Always a little sharp, even when you’re being affectionate with it.”

“Ouch.  That’s really fair, but ouch.” You try breaking the DynaMight macaron as evenly as possible, giving the Blonde a half in wax paper, who just stares at it in his palm.

“I mean, I don’t think what I'm saying is coming off a hundred percent like what I mean, but Bakubro here is kinda the same… Like, hm…. A Rhino! Will attack any kind of threat to him, but then are kinda just… chill on their own… " he thinks about it more, "Example: You both curse kind of.... a lot, but Y/N does it as embellishment, but Bakugo totally does it so he seems just a bit more threatening... So you two are similar but different!”

You fight a chuckle, “I think he called me small and prickly, and you bulky and aggressive Bakugo.”  He smirks, but when Kirishima tries and deny it “Hey Kiri? Would that make you a giraffe?” He lets out an indignant squawk, “Y’know, tall, social, abnormally large heart.” You snicker and are surprised when Bakugo joins in, before offering the redhead, “Hey, you want half of my half of DynaMight to try?” 

“No, I’m fine with my Red Riot, he doesn’t make fun of me.” You laugh and go to bite, “Wait! Do you want a picture for your story?”

“Yeah, good idea!” You hand Kirishima the phone, and he puts his arm out, positioning the perfect selfie angle before he puts is partially eaten cookie in his mouth, which you mimic.

“Hell no, I didn’t sign up for this!” Bakugo bursts from between you two

You take the macaron out of your mouth, “Then get out of the picture, it’s real easy, you're in or you're out.”  He grumbles but poses for the picture, and honestly, it's incredible .  Kirishima’s enthusiastic smile, Bakugo’s look of contempt, and your soft smirk.

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Akio keeps in touch, but ends up meeting you closer to one in the afternoon, “Sorry, sorry.  It was a good time.” DynaMight had already gone back to patrolling while you and Kirishima stood a bit longer on the bench.  You end up sending the picture to both boys, with a follow up of the same picture, but this one had little cartoon sticker gifs above your heads of a giraffe, rhino and hedgehog.

Kirishima was surprised by the dent you and Akio had put into the remaining pastries by the time you had to catch the train home.  You and ‘Kio had exchanged quiet stories of the time you were separated for, though you could see how good a time he had from the marks just peeking from  the collar of his shirt.

By the time you got home, you flopped into bed, exhausted.  You wouldn’t say you were good with violent change, but it seems like another one was coming your way.  If you could weather the bad, surly you could handle it when its good, right?

[My Robot Friend Shoto]

Y/N, do you know the next time you will be out here?

[Y/N]

Not exactly

Why

[My Robot Friend Shoto]

I was hoping to see where you are at, physically.

Perhaps block out some gym time for you?

It will just help us as we try to push through the new program, plus between Midoriya and myself, I am sure we can put you on an appropriate regimen to ‘get back into the swing of things’.

[Y/N]

I do have some PTO I can use

I was going to use it to start moving anyway

[My Robot Friend Shoto]

Could you perhaps come Wednesday?

I have scheduled time in the afternoon at the agency’s gym.

In fact, if you'd like to start bringing things for the move, I have plenty of space.

[Y/N]

Thank you!

Let me see if I can get the time, and we’ll work out details from there

Also

Do you know any nice clubs/bars

Akio is going to need to start applying

[My Robot Friend Shoto]

I may not be the best person to ask, quite frankly, but I do know some popular spots.

I’ll ask around though.

[Y/N]

You’re the best!!!

‘Kio ended up taking an early shift so he could take the trip and check some places for potential work, while you took the whole day off Wednesday, starting to pack.  It was sad that you were mostly done packing, and had ten boxes to show for it, it was pathetic, really. When you two meet up at the station, ‘Kio is struggling with the box and the bin he brought, so you take the bin from him and put your two boxes on top, making him mutter, “Fuckin’ hero muscles.”

You can’t help but laugh, and squeeze some of the softness of your arms, “Yeah, still some under the bubble wrap. Granted, Todoroki is probably going to kick my ass so bad, the change of clothes will probably be useless.  Limping into a club is never a good look.”  You both chuckle. Akio is dressed nicely to check out some of the places he applied for in person, and you brought a change of clothes and makeup so you could actually get into some of the places that opened later. For the time being though, you're in some of the higher end workout gear that you're surprised still fits from school, because you've definitely got softer .  You tossed a cream off-shoulder sweater over your form fitting black leggings with a cream colored stripe up the side, and matching sports bra, just so you aren’t quite so dressed down.

You two wait for most of the train to empty so you aren't fighting a crowd with boxes in your hands, and meet Todoroki just outside the station, as he instructed, only to find a small crowd surrounding both him and Midoriya.  Midoriya notices you first, and waves, signing for the last few people before making his way over. “Hey guys! Good to finally meet you!” 

Todoroki approaches as Midoriya shakes your hand, “It’s nice to meet you too. Shame we didn’t see each other at Ashido’s party.”

“Shame I only got to serve when I saw you at Ashido’s party.” Akio says, shaking his hand afterwards.

“It is good to see you again.” Todoroki adds to the both of you, taking the box from Akio, and Midoriya taking everything from you. “We are over this way.  Can we drop you off anywhere, Akio?” You all pile into what you guess is Todoroki’s sleek black car, he was driving, and head off, dropping ‘Kio off at a bar with well wishes.

The heroes escort you around the office of the agency before bringing you to the gym.  Just walking in, you can see how expensive everything is, and suddenly a bout of nerves hits you. Maybe your school wasn’t that great when it’s own facilities were lacking in comparison. Shit, you were about to embarrass yourself, weren't you.

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“You don't mind us recording, right?” Midoriya asks brightly.  

Talk about leading the witness. “Uh, sure…”

Midoriya laughs at your hesitation, “Don’t worry, we just want to have a point of reference for everything while we all work out what we should be helping you with.”

“How about we start with seeing where you're at with general fitness? It should provide a proficient enough warm up.” Todoroki suggests.  You were surprised how what you thought had withered on the vine was actually mostly intact. Except for cardio, you aren't too far off from when you graduated, but you had a sinking feeling these heroes were going to have you running laps for weeks. Ugh

“Are you ready to move on to combat?” Midoriya asks

“If you have quirk cancellers…” You can’t keep the nerves out of your voice, “otherwise it’s going to be a bad time for you.”

“Actually, if you don’t mind, I’d like to see your quirks effects first hand.  What did you call it?”

“I, ugh, didn’t name it… Didn’t have to once I knew I wasn’t doing hero work… The side effect of my quirk I’ve always thought of as ‘feedback’, but when I found out it was a greater nervous system quirk, it didn’t really fit , y’know? Contemplated calling myself Voodoo Doll when I thought my quirk was just Feedback.” You shrug.

“I’m sorry you didn’t get your chance.” Todoroki puts his hand on your shoulder in a show of solidarity, and you don’t feel the need to pretend everything is okay or put on a false smile.

“Thank you…” Midoriya seems to be turning the information over in his head, muttering under his breath, “Hey, are you-”

“I’d still like to try it first hand!” He bursts. “I think it’ll end up fine if we don't get carried away.” 

You look over at Todoroki, who gives a one shoulder shrug, “I trust you two.  In the worst case, you did warn him…” you chuckle, “honestly, I’d like to participate as well.” Fuck, you were about to be super unpopular.

What had to be a good hour later, they finally let up, calling it a day.  Even though you felt battered and bruised, you didn't have the marks, whereas the boys, mainly Midoriya, was littered with them.  He was clearly fascinated with your quirk; even some of the more powerful hits minimally affected you, but fed back damage to him.  Ultimately, you could be captured, but that was really the only option in facing you.  Todoroki couldn’t hit you with ice, without it shattering on itself, and if he got any kind of close to you with heat, while he was still heat resistant, he could feel the feedback doubling down on his skin.  

“You’re really reckless when you fight hand to hand, Y/N.”

“Well, I kind of… can be… Don’t get me wrong, I always test the waters, see what can be thrown my way, but nine out of ten times, taking risks only gives me the upper hand.  Most people won’t expect you to lean into a hit, let alone it hurting them.”

“I suppose that is a sound strategy.” He says, chewing over the idea.

“I think this will give us enough to give us some preliminary ideas of what to work on with you.  When do you think you can be out here next?”

“Really it depends on the trains, and when you're available. I have one last shift this Saturday with  the restaurant… Sunday I guess I can be out here for a few hours, it’s an early shift with my main job.” You can feel the sweat sink in, “If we are done though, I am in dire need of a shower.”

“Of course, feel free to use the facilities in the ladies locker room.  I’ll show you the way.” Todoroki offers.

“Nice actually getting to meet you, Y/N.” Midoriya holds his hand out for you, and you take it to shake.

“Likewise Midoriya, I hope I can help this project come to fruition.”

“Please, call me Izuku.”

“Izuku,” you repeat with a nod.  By the time you’re showered and dressed with makeup, night has fallen.

[Y/N]

Send me your location

Shoto is about to drop me off

Todoroki plugs it into the car’s gps, and you two are off.  “I literally cannot thank you enough, between the jobs, and the gym time, storing our stuff, and making sure my gym things are washed… The only thing I really could have asked for was some warning before you sent those NDA’s my way, that scared the ever loving shit out of me.” you tease.

“That was perhaps poor judgement.” He chuckles, “ but I think I've been berated enough for that, hmm?” You did text him immediately to see if he was free to talk before making sure you gave him an uninterrupted piece of your mind. You chuckle and agree, and before long he’s pulling over, “Keep in touch about availability.  Reach out if you need anything.”

“Okay, stay safe yourself  Mr. Hero.” You get out and give him a little wave, approaching the front of a high scale club.  You pull up an image Akio had attached to the address, which was a QR code for admittance passing the line.  The doorman scanned you in, and you entered, skirting the outside of the dancefloor.

[Akio]

Come upstairs

And here you were, just about to text.

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You make your way up, and it's a much more relaxed atmosphere. Akio waves you down, an older man next to him patting him on the shoulder before walking away.  “Glad you made it!  The owner, who just walked away, is super nice.  This might just be my place. It’ll work really well if my freelancing work ever picks up again.”

“I’m sure it will, ‘Kio.” You lay your head on his shoulder, “Besides, if not you always have the consolation prize of having your pick of random bedmates at the end of your shift.” Your elbow his ribs and wink at him.

“Well there was this blonde who kept making eye contact earlier…” He says playfully. 

“Good! Let’s celebrate then.” You break out your phone and give it to him, snapchat already open. It takes a few seconds to get the focus just right, but it’s a great picture, and you put the filter that shows the club’s name and town, and put it on your story. “To memories!”

“To memories!” Akio waves down the bartender, and you both order, opening up individual tabs.  It’s a few drinks in for you both, so you both hit the dance floor, but eventually some pretty thing catches ‘Kio’s attention, probably the blonde from earlier, and he disappears into the crowd.

[Y/N]

Heading back to the upper bar

[Akio]

NP

I might be getting some tonight though

[Y/N]

Go get some

At least ONE of us should be making up for lost times LMAO

You sit back at the upstairs bar and check the train times.  You just missed one, and the last one to get home is a little over an hour off.  You send a screenshot to Akio on the off chance he doesn’t get lucky, and wave down the bartender thinking you have time for at least another drink.  “Are you here alone ?” You turn to see Bakugo taking the seat next to you.

“Hey! Akio was just here, but he’s been pulled out to the floor. What brings you out?”

He grunts non committedly, “Just trying to change things up.” The bartender finally makes his way over, and you order, telling him to throw Bakugo’s drink onto your tab, “Hey!”  Honestly, he’s just relieved you aren’t pressing the prior subject. He only came because he saw your Snap story, and recognized the bar as close , and found himself impulsive coming to meet you.

“Calm down, you paid for lunch last time, this is the least I can do.  Besides, I gotta catch my train in like, an hour, so it’s the best I can do in a time crunch.”

“Shouldn’t you be finding your friend then? That isn't a lot of time to find him and get to the station.”

“Nah,” You wave away the thought as the bartender puts down both your drinks, and you give a small thanks, “He’s out there, probably going to get lucky. Honestly, I should be doing the same, but, you know, hedgehog .” You snort into your drink as you take a sip. Stupid as that was in Bakugo’s opinion, it did help him see how similar you two are. “Sex is good, but people are hell.” You continue, “And even meeting someone for a fling can be such a chore .”

“We should fuck then.” He doesn’t know where the confident words came from, but he wasn’t really looking to take them back, even as he started to feel his pulse in his throat.

You take a slow blink of disbelief, and echo, stupefied and dripping in disbelief, “You want to fuck… me ? Listen man, that’s really nice and all, but I don’t need a pity fuck.” You end with a chuckle.

“Not a pity fuck, just a good time. I don't really do hookups because fans are fucking crazy, so I get that hookups are a chore.” He looks at you, heart pounding as you consider.

“I’d miss my train”

“You can stay over.” He immediately rebuffs.

You chew it over, finishing your drink, and he follows suit, keeping his eyes on you. “You can’t be too degrading and you have to wear a condom.”

“Done.”  He reaches for his wallet for some cash, but you grab his arm.

“He already has my card, and your one drink was my treat.”  You close out the bill and get back your card, but just before you get up, Bakugo grabs your wrist and leans right into your ear. “Didn’t want to sound like a fuckin’ creep before, but you look fucking hot .”

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He hailed an Uber, while you sent a quick message to Akio, Bakugo’s hand never leaving your lower back. A large SUV pulls up, “This is us.” He opens the door, “Get in.” You shuffle in, giving Bakugo quite the view of your ass, following right behind you.

Shit. He can’t believe it. He grips your inner thigh as a reminder that this is real , but isn't prepared for you to squeeze your thighs around it.  He can’t help the groan he lets out, and at your chuckle, he closes in on you, taking your mouth into a surprisingly tentative kiss.  It’s so soft, sweet and unsure you find yourself asking, “Is this just sex?”

“Yeah.” He doesn’t say anything more as he captures your mouth again, much more confident, and you follow his lead. He has one hand tilting your face just a touch higher so he’s happy with the angle, and pulls you closer with the other, giving you all the encouragement you need to straddle him. You swear the driver squeaks, but it’s hard to hear anything over the pleased rumbling you can feel reverberating in Bakugo’s chest, as he sinks his fingers into your hips, pulling you close and keeping you firmly pressed against him.

The car breaks hard enough, you're both thrown forward a bit, but you're in front of Bakugo’s apartment, and that's all that matters.  He opens the car door and you slide off of him, out onto the sidewalk. He gets out and guides you into the building, his hand claiming your lower back again, and walking you both with purpose into the elevator.  Nerves, both good and bad, has your stomach in knots. It’s been a while since you had sex, and you’ve never hooked up with someone you actually knew since Viktor.

Once the elevator is open , Bakugo is grabbing your hand and trying not to run down the hallway, the way he wants to.  With smooth movements, he makes it to the end of the hallway, unlocks his door, and brings you inside, pulling you tight against him again. “You, uh, want anything?”

“No,” you kick off your shoes as you tilt your head up for a kiss, and he takes the invitation, pressing you against the wall, and invading your mouth with his tongue.   You moan, feeling his dick throb in his pants, and hands  run up the back of your thighs, before scooping you up, and taking you to his bedroom. He tosses you on the bed, and a startled, “Bakugo!” is torn from your chest. 

“Katsuki.” It’s nothing less of a command, but he's too busy crowding you again for you to respond.  He starts kissing on your neck, as he starts stripping you, moving your body however he needs as his mouth greedily seeks out more and more of your skin as it’s revealed. Once he has you down to a bra and panties, he stops and savors the sight.  He’s a bit disappointed in your plain cotton panties, especially because your bra, while functional, is beautiful ; but overall, you look stunning in his bed. “You said it’s been a while for you?”

“Yes,” You start to turn in on yourself, hiding from his trailing eyes.  Firm hands grip you and spread you out again, making you shiver.

“None of that now, no need to be shy…” He takes off your bra while giving a teasing graze of his tongue upward from between your breasts.  His mouth plays with both nipples, eagerly going back and forth between them before sitting back up, “Just so many things I wanna do to you.” His fingers hook into your panties slowly, before yanking them off and tossing them somewhere to the side.  Your pussy clenches under his lingering eyes, but he only spreads your legs wider apart. He seems to contemplate a  bit more over how he wants you, feeling the slight tremor of your spread legs before he seems to make a decision, snatching a pillow and shoving it under your hips, putting you legs right back where he had them.  With your pelvis now elevated, he’s spreading your lower lips, it makes you gasp, but his predatory smirk can only be seen for a second before he’s hiding it in between your legs.

You cry out his name when he firmly licks from your opening to your clit, and hearing his first name for the first time has him groaning into your cunt. You get a good hold of his hair as he goes to work, pulling soft whimpers from you, gently sucking on your clit while easing a calloused finger in you.  You mind is all but blank, his hands are nothing like yours, and fuck if it isn’t the most fantastic thing.  

He’s so sloppy and enthusiastic that even adding a second finger is a fairly easy task, and you can't hold back your quirk any longer.  Feedback pours into his nerves, and his body jerks. “FUCK!  W-what the hell is that?”

“My quirk…?”

“Shit, Beautiful, you need to give warning,” He's panting heavily, “I almost creamed myself like a goddamn teen.”

A mischievous smirk plays on your lips, “Sorry Katsuki. I will next time.” You hold out your arms for an apologetic hug, which he reacts immediately to, capturing your lips, and you can taste yourself on him.  You work your fingers in his button up, taking it apart as much as you can with him just pressing into you.  Honestly, if you weren't so horny, being tits to pecs with him like this would probably be funny, “C’mon, clothes off, condom on.”

“Shit.” He gets up and starts to fight to get out of his clothes, too eager to get inside you. By the time he’s rummaging in his nightstand, you can’t help but see how fucking ripped he is, and feel a bit self conscious.  He makes his way back between you, covered cock teasing your slit, “How are you feeling?”

“Nervous. It’s been  about a year.” Maybe that was a bit too honest, but his cock is nothing to sneeze at. “Go slow?”  

He nods, shocked by your admission, and leans in for another kiss, sinking slowly into you.  You whimper at the stretch, trying to relax, but you can't help but hold him tighter, nails just biting into his skin.  You can feel his pulse through where your chests connect and the tip of his dick inside of you, and even without your quirk, it’s so overwhelming .  At this point you're no longer even kissing, just panting into each other’s mouths as he finally bottoms out.

Your body shakes and tightens around him, and he groans, “Fuck, I’m not going to last like this.” He starts rubbing circles over your clit, and you gush around his cock, body finally getting used to him.

“I-it’s good, Katsuki! I’m good,” You pant, “Go ‘head… fuck me!” He nods, unable to form words as he slowly starts snapping his hips into you. You move your hips to encourage him, and slowly he starts to pick up the pace too.

“Fuck… you’re so fucking tight…” he reestablished his hold, holding one leg up so it hooks over  his shoulder, and starts pounding into you. 

Soft chants of “Katsuki,” fall from your lips, as you feel better and better, before you’re dying to let your quirk out, “K-katsuki, I’m going to-”

“Yeah go ‘head.” You’re both so drunk on each other, that when you turn on Feedback, Bakugo’s hips start to stutter, he thought you were going to cum , “Fuck… tell me your close Sweetheart… I can’t… can’t get used to that.”

“Yes! Please Katsuki…. So close...please…”  You crying for him is working wonders on his body.  You quirk has him hyper-fixated on getting you off, rubbing your clit before pushing you over the edge.  Your body tenses around him as you squirt and cum, sending him off right behind you.  You both are panting, otherwise sitting in silence before he pulls out, ties up and tosses the condom. “Sorry I, uh, made a mess.”

“Don’t… it was fucking hot .  I’ll clean that shit later.” he throws himself down next to you, still breathing heavy.  “One more round? I got early patrol tomorrow."

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After riding Bakugo into oblivion, he walks you to the shower.  Your sore all over, between the fucking, and the training, and the sigh when the hot water hits your back can probably be heard a block away.  “Rough day, Sweetheart?” He chuckles smugly and you elbow his ribs.

“I’ll have you know, you weren’t the only man between my legs today, well, yesterday,”  He sputters and it makes you laugh.  You grab his body soap, which is surprisingly nice, and turn to offer it to him, but his stormy eyes are already on you, “...What?”

“What the hell are you talking about, you just said it was a year!” He almost manages to yell, despite never unclenching his teeth.

“Calm down, it was a joke. I wasn’t fucking them, but Todoroki and Midoriya had me working out today.  That's why I came out here today.”  You start to wash yourself, but Bakugo’s large hands take your wrists, guiding your hands to the tile wall.

Really, he wanted to press the issue, training for what, why those two, but he did say it was just sex. He wasn't going to push things when he had just barely gotten his foot through the door. He can't have you thinking he's possessive, but he could do just sex for the moment, and drive other men's names out of  your mouth. 

He takes both of your wrists, so he can pin them both in one of his hands, running his newly free hand down your spine. You shiver, "Bakugo…?"

"Katsuki." He takes his cock and starts rubbing it through your folds, making you groan.  

"Katsu-" You choke as the head of his cock breaks past your still tight ring of muscle.

" Fuck . How are you still so tight ?” His hips start moving in an aggressive rhythm, punching the air out of your lungs. 

"Katsuki!” He responds with a pleased grunt, "Please.. pull out… C-condom…" Shit. He almost comes inside at the thought.  He reluctantly pulls out, spraying his load on your lower back, that water washing most of it away.

"You didn't come, right? Let me…” He starts to get down on his knees, but you stop him.

"It's okay, I'm still sore anyway." You grab the fallen body soap from before and go back to lathering yourself.  

The shower is utterly silent, and very perfunctory.  It’s an eerie tension as Bakugo watches you take the towel he offers you, then watches you finger-comb your hair as best as possible.  “I can get you a shirt and some sweats. I think Shitty Hair left some of those hair ties, if you need one of those.”

“Please.”

“Yeah, help yourself to whatever you need in here.” Fuck .  He tears into draws, looking for something of his that’ll fit you best.  He doesn’t like you quiet, it reminds him of the first night, when you only spoke when directly addressed.  It drove him nuts seeing you primarily talk in little side conversations with Kirishima and Todoroki.

“Katsuki…?” 

“I was just heading back to you.  Try this,” He hands you the clothes, before putting on some sweats himself.

You drop your towel and slip on the sweats, which were a surprisingly soft material, and a well worn skull shirt.  Both are a little big, but Bakugo thinks you look good in his clothes.  “Thank you. These are nice.” You sigh, “Sorry if I was weird in the shower earlier.”

“We’re fine. It was just sex, and it’s my fault I forgot in the shower… You were clear about the condom.”

You exhale in relief, “Thanks, I was worried.  I know I’m not the easiest to get along with.” 

“That’s bullshit. You made friends with fucking Icyhot in record time.” he sits on the bed, in a huff.  He doesn’t do this ‘talk about our feelings’ bullshit.  To be fair, neither do you.  “I don’t think you understand how fucking impressive that is.”

It pulls a genuine laugh out of you. “I don’t think you understand how unsure us two are about our social interactions.  It’s always a relief to find someone who will just tell you what they’re thinking when you ask, that way there are no misunderstandings.  I can be so bad, I thought I was being hit on, until this dude told me he was going to ask out someone else when she comes back from a trip.” You shrug, “What can you do though.” You yawn, “Where am I sleeping?”

“Right here,” He taps the side he isn’t sitting on, “Unless you're uncomfortable.”

“Depends, do you snore? I’m a light sleeper.”

“No I don’t fucking snore! Get your ass in bed!  I have patrol in a few hours.” He huffs and starts to get comfortable, and you get in the bed on the other side.  You hear him grumble something about snoring under his breath before he pulls you closer  so your back is to his chest, and his arm resting around your waist.

You fell asleep with restless thoughts.

This is nice, but it’s just sex.

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It’s four in the morning when you hear Bakugo’s alarm go off.  You’re sitting up before he is, but he's grunting unhappily, while unwilling, at least he is awake.

“Morning,” you croak, starting to get out of the blankets.

He holds you firm, guiding you back to a lying position, “Go back to sleep.” His sleep clouded voice commands, “You don’t need to be up this fuckin’ early.”  He sits up, stretching.

“But I have to go too.”

“Where the fuck do you have to be at four in the morning?”

You shrug, “Nowhere, but what, are you going to leave me here unsupervised.”

He sputters, angrily, “Of-” “What-” He quiets down for just a second, seemingly getting his thoughts together, “Are you planning on taking shit when you go?”

“My clothes…? Yeah.”

“Exactly, you aren’t planning on taking my shit, so why can’t you stay?”

“I don’t know… isn’t it... weird? Just having some girl at your place.”

“No, what's weird is ‘just some girl’ wandering around at four.  Lay down, go back to sleep, don’t break anything and make sure you lock up when you leave”  Getting out of bed, he starts shuffling through draws, “Normally I’d have made breakfast, but I don’t exactly have time.  Feel free to take whatever, just don’t make a mess.”  He leaves the room, and you get back comfortable, doubting sleep would come back, but happy to try to anyway.  It couldn’t be too long, before you hear him call out into the still dark room, “I’m outta here. Text me if you need anything.”

“Will do.  Have a good day.”  In the silence you email your job to take the day off, and text Todoroki, who is pleasantly surprised to have you again today. All you can do is pray that he doesn’t have you running laps the whole time you’re there. You know your weaknesses.

[Y/N]

Still in the city?

[Akio]

Are you?

[Y/N]

Yeah

Lunch?

[Akio]

Don’t bury the lead

You got laid AND stood the night?!?!?!

Who even are you LOL

Where we meeting?

You ended up meeting Akio and Todoroki for something quick just up the block from his agency and getting something light. You were just sitting down to eat, when Todoroki asks, “Why are you wearing Bakugo’s shirt?”

Akio chokes on the drink he was sipping as you answer, “He lent me clothes. Ran into him at the club, and he offered to let me stay once I missed the train.”  You kick Akio’s ankle when he starts to laugh, but Todoroki doesn’t seem to react at all.

“Well, while unfortunate, it did work out in our favor.  The more work we can put in, the better.”  He mulls it over, “Akio, are you going to join us?”

“Depends, she won’t let me see her hero moves, but if it’s boring, I’ll pass.  I swapped for a late shift at the restaurant, so I can’t stay too long anyhow.” 

“Sorry to say the ‘boring’ stuff comes first, we don’t want Y/N hurting herself.”

“Then I’ll politely excuse myself after lunch,” He laughs, enjoying a pleasant afternoon.  Akio always worried about you.  When you first started working together, you were professionally pleasant, with the sly odd remark here and there that made you just interesting enough to actually get to know, but when you never spoke about any friends or family, he started to get concerned.  He’s invite you to outings with his other friends, telling you to bring a friend or partner, but you’d typically decline bringing anyone if you even came at all.  It didn’t take long for him to realize you had no one . “Love my girl here to death, but it seems like she has found her herd out here, and I leave her to you.”

“Congratulations, he just passed me off as your problem.” You deadpan.

“I wish all my problems were so low maintenance.” You can’t remember laughing so hard.

By the time you had parted with Akio, Todoroki was outlining what he had in store for you, and you try not to visibly wince for the 30 minutes of jogging warming up for the 30 minutes of running.  Literally any other form of cardio would be less painful.  Runner’s high is a myth.

You were sore and panting by the time the 'warm up' was done, and  Midorya and Bakugo happened to walk in.  Granted, you were sparring, fucked, then set on a warmup that had had too much running, all in the last twenty four hours, it was much more than you were used to.

Midoriya lifts a hand in greeting, “Hey guys, came right after patrol with Kachan.”

“Kachan…?” You echo gleefully

“Yeah, what of it?” He hollers at you.

You can’t help but snort, “Nothing,” You chuckle, “It’s just a surprisingly fucking cute nickname.”

“Me and Kachan have known each other for forever.” Midoriya is so happy when he says it, you can’t help but be a touch envious.

“And still friends?  That's really sweet.”

“Adorable.” Todoroki deadpans, “Can you imagine?”

“You know damn well I can’t.” You say playfully as you stretch, “So before I get a buildup of lactic acid, who’s ass am I kicking?”

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Bakugo is enchanted watching you break Midoriya’s nose.  Of course you stopped, apologized about a hundred and fifty two times, immediately seeing if it needed to be reset.  Now strangely enough, you didn’t fight nearly as hard until Todoroki brought out quirk dampening bracelets; before you were evasive, quick, but would lean into certain blows, whereas now you were much more firm footed, putting more weight behind each punch, yet just dancing out of harm's way.  It was such an interesting change of dynamic.

“I’m so sorry Izuku!” 

“Y/N! Y/N! It’s okay!”  He wipes away some of the blood. “I’m going to head down to the medic, just to be safe.”

“As I recall last time, he wasn’t supposed to be hurt with the quirk suppressors.” Todoroki gently digs as Midoriya leaves.

“Don’t make me feel worse than I already do.” You huff, dragging your palms down over your face, “I feel bad enough.”

“He’s taken explosions to the face, believe me, he’s fine.”

“Really not too comforting coming from you, Bakugo.”  He huffs, why the fuck is he back to Bakugo, “Anyway, Todoroki, can I get a copy of today’s recording? Clearly I need more brushing up than I thought.”

“I think you did well. we all make mistakes in practice, but in the field, that would have been the right call.”

“See? That’s how you soothe a person, thank you Todoroki.”  You check the time, and the train schedule. “Only two trains left for the day… Still on for Sunday afternoon? I’ll be on the first train after my shift, a train comes like twenty minutes after, so I should be fine if I book it from my house” You chuff, “See, extra cardio.”

“From home?” Bakugo asks.

“Yeah, I work remotely most of the time.  Once the company gave me a laptop, they rarely saw me.” You laugh, you were never really a people person, but after Viktor, you were people adverse.  If it wasn’t for Akio adopting and reforming you socially, you’d be considered feral. 

“Then if you’d like, we can get you on regiment sooner if you just bring your work laptop.  I have guest rooms that you can use until your official move in.”

“Regiment for what ?” Bakugo jumped at the opportunity.

“Oh, I thought Izuku would have told you.  Y/N is our choice to pilot for the Counterbalance/Intelligence project.” Todoroki explains, “She’s trained as a hero, but wouldn't be getting a promotion in comparison to almost everyone else who actually followed through and went into the hero field.” While you aren’t upset by  how he said it, you can’t help but wince a bit at his words, “And we can no longer have a centralized commission who have power over agencies, because that seems to keep failing, so, why not a shared equal while we ‘work out the bugs’ and expand…?”

“Yeah, well, hopefully I’m actually a help for this. I’m going to head to the station, but I’ll think about the room, it feels like too much to accept right now.  I feel like I’ve been kind of living off your good graces suddenly.  Not used to having help, and I hate owing favors.”

“No favors necessary for a friend.” Todoroki replies, with Bakugo grunting in approval.

“Of course, I’ll catch you guys later!” With a wave you head off for a quick shower in the facilities, changing back from the clothes from your workout bag to your borrowed clothes. You're waiting for your train when a bout of nerves hits you seeing your text.

[Kirishima 🦒]

How're you holding up?

[Y/N]

SORE

Not even sure if I'm actually holding up lol

[Kirishima 🦒]

You ok?

[Y/N]

Yeah

Technically

Just started working out again so I just FEEL dead lol

Hbu

[Kirishima 🦒]

LMAO

You had me worried for a second

I just got off patrol myself so I'm a Lil tired

[Y/N]

Aww

At least you're close, right?

I'm sure once you hit that bed you'll be out for the night

Your bed is magical

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You send a gif of a stick figure that has dreamy eyes as you get on the train.

[Kirishima 🦒]

Lol

Glad you like it so much

If you’re getting back into shape I can be a workout buddy

[Y/N]

So you can put me to shame?

No way lol

[Kirishima 🦒]

Don’t be like that

And we totally would go at your pace

Wouldn’t be very manly for me to push anything you couldn't handle

Just think about it

It does sound nice, but would it end up just hurting you when he eventually has a girlfriend…

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“So let me get this straight, and I’m going to backtrack a bit, but I'm still stuck that he was like ‘we should fuck’ and you went for it.  You didn’t even accept that from people on hookup apps.”  He had been hounding you for details since going home Thursday, but it was too much to type, so you waited until you could see him in person Friday night.  “Listen, I get it was easy, and you deserve to hookup with whoever, whenever, but I don’t want this to end up being another Viktor situation.” He takes another bite, as you both eat, sitting on his bed, “I didn't know you then, so I don't know first hand how it was like, but just off of what you told me about it, it sounds like you’re falling for the same sort of passive relationship.”

“No way, Bakugo is an asshole, don’t get me wrong, but in a similar way that I am also an asshole.  Besides, I even confirmed it was just sex a few times when Bakugo was being a bit soft, just to make sure I wasn’t misreading another relationship.” You laugh, remembering Kirishima’s awful comparison, “Kiri actually made me see how similar Bakugo and I are…”

“Kiri, hmm…?  You really like him, don’t you? I know I wasn’t around the whole time, but I don't remember him telling you to call him that.” 

And damn if that isn’t a loaded accusation in itself.  You don’t call anyone anything other than what you’ve been told to.  Todoroki had never told you to call him Shoto, but had once made a deadpan joke that you should refer to each other as My Robot Friend Shoto & Y/N, so when talking you refer to him as one of the two; Izuku just became Izuku per his own request, Denki and Mina where both fairly quick to tell you to call them as such. Bakugo told you to call him Katsuki, but that was while in the bedroom, yet Kirishima is the one you took liberties with, and you hadn’t even noticed. “Uh, well, no, he didn’t.  He hasn’t said anything about it though, granted, he’s probably too nice to correct me even if he were uncomfortable about it.”  You sigh, putting your plate on the night table before laying your back on the bed, legs still dangling over the side. “He asked if I wanted to be a ‘workout buddy’ and… I feel like if I’d accept, it’d just hurt more when he asks out that girl, y’know?”

Akio hums thoughtfully, “Honestly, I still don’t see us, well me misreading that,” you shove his shoulder playfully, “but even if I were wrong, she may not say yes.”

“She’d be an idiot then.”

“Maybe, maybe not. Either way, you might have a chance.”  You really want to fight him on that, because just as easily, he could just not want you, but there’s no merit to that argument, “Spending time with him though couldn’t hurt.  Spending time may just make you more attractive to him, or make him less attractive to you in either of the best case scenarios.  Plus, it might help you hate running a little less.”  You both snort. “I say, take Todoroki on the offer, pack up the last of your things and stay out there. Get into your training, take Kirishima up on the offer so you have even more help transitioning into this possible new job, then come back on the earliest train for the day I got the movers, return the work laptop, help me load at my place, and then we’ll swing by yours for your couple of pieces of furniture.”

It’s a sound plan, almost exactly what you had in mind anyway as the best case scenario, but it still seems too good to be true.  Actually that thinking is probably a huge reason why you and Kirishima wouldn’t work out.  You’re too practical, border lining pessimistic, while all he radiates is unbridled positivity.  You’d hate to be a damper on that. Maybe it’s better that he has his eyes on someone else.  Strangely enough, the thought makes you feel better.  “I think you’re right ‘Kio.  I’ll text Todoroki now.”  When you open your phone a new message comes right through.

[Bakugo]

If you’re still coming out on sunday we can hook up if you want

Same thing like last time

I’m free after 4

I can make dinner

[Y/N]

Same thing as last time...?

What same thing

[Bakugo]

Just sex

Condoms

Nothing too degrading

You show Akio the texts, “What do you think?”

He huffs, “I think it’s convenient now he remembers condoms,” He really didn’t like how that shower went down, and how it seems it still unnerved you, “but other than that, I guess it is just a hookup.  If he can behave, you may as well continue to get some. You’re two consenting adults.”

[Y/N]

Sounds good

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All in all, your life fits in sixteen boxes, a rolling duffle bag, a computer bag and a gym bag. Seems sad, especially because the computer bag is technically work property. You set up your rented room so it can be easy to load the truck, day of, before taking the duffle, the two bags, and one box with you to the station, it’s a bit cumbersome, especially because you have such a short time frame before the train is off, but you make it work with minimal issues.  Weird how almost a decade since your fall from grace has amounted to not much more than what you started with.

[Y/N]

Made it on the train, be there soon

Hope all this will fit in the car

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[My Robot Friend Shoto]

I’m certain it will

I will meet you on the platform to help with those

[Y/N]

Thank you!!!

By the time you're collected by Todoroki, it’s just past one in the afternoon, and he drives you to his estate, which is intimidating to say the least, but he leads you in with very little fanfare.  “This is my family home, so you may end up running into them.  They're aware you’ll be here for the next two or so weeks, but it’s so rare for anyone to actually be here.  I’ve had the staff set up your room in my mostly vacant hall, no one should bother you.” He walks and walks and walks through the house, before opening a door, “If you need anything, just ask anyone but my father.  He’s best to ignore entirely.” He places your box next to the other two you brought prior, and places the gym bag on top of that. “The home gym is sufficient for today, just some basic conditioning.”

You smirk, but say in a deadpan, “Fun.”

“I’m glad you’ve noticed.  Get changed and I’ll walk you down. Oh! And be careful of the paperwork I’ve left you on the desk? It’s some last minute items I need for the secretary position, and some little things like the Wifi password, the staff line number and some security codes.” 

With a nod of acknowledgement you close the door and change into workout gear.  Todoroki, the sadistic bastard, had you jogging and running for most of the time, not that you were shocked.  More than likely, it is what will be most applicable for what the job will likely entail, but that doesn't mean you have to like it.  The core work that broke up the cardio, while rough in it’s own right, was a happy reprieve for you. “You’re doing well.  Finish this out with a half hour jog, and I think that is sufficient for this session.”

“You suck.”

“No more than you.” You’d chuckle if you felt like you were getting enough air, but you're jogging, so you just glare, grab your phone, and start texting slowly so as not to break your pace.

[Y/N]

If you’re still willing I’d LOVE a workout buddy

[Kirishima 🦒]

Course I still wanna

I have a small gym in my apartment

I can even bring you as a plus one to my normal gym

It’s geared towards heroes

So you should be familiar with the heavier duty equipment

[Y/N]

Sounds good

Finishing a jog

Ttyl for deats

You’re pleasantly sore by the time your done, rather than painfully, and Todoroki pats your shoulder, “Good job Y/N” When you thank him, he gives a sharp nod before asking, “Is there anything you’d like for dinner?”

“Actually, I already made dinner plans, I’m sorry.”

“Not at all, I actually do too, but I wanted to make sure the Staff could make you something to enjoy.  Have a good time, and don't forget to check those codes so you can freely come and go.”  

You hum an affirmative, and wander back to ‘your room’ to take a shower, taking out your products and an outfit for tonight. When you were done you ended up in black lace panties, with a solid beige bra, also trimmed in black lace.  Your jeans were nice and form fitting, as was your plain black long sleeve shirt, nothing that was meant to impress, but that was just the slightest bit of tease if you were looking.  With a once over, you decide it’s fine.

[Y/N]

Just got done

Heading over once you send me the address

[Bakugo]

Don’t worry I’ll pick you up

Are you at the estate or the agency

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You wait just outside the estate, and a few minutes later, an orange sports car pulls up, with hits of yellow and gold.  You open up the door, sliding in the passenger seat, “Color changing paint?”

“Chameleon paint, yeah.  You like it?”  

"I'd prefer it in cooler palette colors, but this is nice."

He sucks his teeth, “No need to deny it,” his voice deepens just a touch, “I know it’s sexy.” He looks at you with a smirk, and firmly holds you from the inside of your thigh, squeezing it once before driving off.

Just like that it’s sweltering in the car, him kneading your inner thigh, and you doing your best not to react too much and give him the satisfaction. Maybe close spaces with Bakugo is a problem, because he seems to go absolutely feral.  Normally it isn’t a bad thing, but Bakugo is making you feel like you’re wanted beyond just getting each other off.

Maybe you need to stop confusing you being touch starved with you being wanted.

“Just get us there in one piece and I'll be impressed.  You seem a bit distracted, and honestly, I'll be a bit pissed off if I die before I get to eat.” You pout and bat your lashes, when he sneaks a glance at you, “I’ve worked a lot today.”  

“Don’t worry, we’ll make sure you’re fed so you have plenty of energy to finish out the night,” He pats the inside of your thigh twice with a wicked grin on his face, before putting his hand back on the wheel and speeding up. 

Herding you from the garage, into the elevator, and into his place, he seemed to calm down a bit, but there was still a tension in the way he touched you when guiding you up.  You both drop your shoes at the door before he’s guiding you in by the stove.  He washes his hands before taking some pans from inside the oven and putting them on the stovetop, and turning on the range.

“It should be fairly hot still, I had just finished when you texted, but try this,”  He takes what looks like a creamy piece of chicken and brings it right to your lips, pressing it gently into your mouth with his thumb when you decide to accept it.  Your lips wrap around the tip of his thumb, and softly suck the sauce off as he pulls his hand away. His eyes darken as you carefully chew, “Keep playing games like that, and we won't make it to eating tonight.”  You can feel your face heat, only for everything to ratchet higher when he holds your chin. “So how was it?”

“Really fucking good if I’m being honest.”  

“Good.” He pulls you close with his free arm so your bodies are pressed against each other, before coming down for a kiss.  You follow his lead, his kiss hot with promise, before he pulls away, asking, “Grab something to drink for us from the fridge while I plate up?”  

You give a dazed nod and head to the fridge, which didn’t seem to have much to drink, let alone anything that sparked interest,  but grab some water bottles.  Bakugo raises an eyebrow in question, and you give him a shit eating smile, “Believe me, we’ll need the hydration.”

He matches your grin, placing the two dishes down on the table, having you sit down next to him on the adjacent side of the table, so looking over is easy, but so you're still close to him.  He may not be in love , but there's a certain infatuation he feels that makes him want to drag you into his lap and forget the meal all together.

“Oh my god, Bakugo,” He snaps back to reality, biting back a comment about his name, as you point to your plate of his homemade chicken pasta, “It’s even better all together like this.  Credit where it's due, I can see why everyone was excited when you were cooking.”  He swallows audibly when you take another scoop with a happy hum. “Man, I mean it might be a little bit because this is my first meal after working all morning, then going through Todoroki’s hellish workout, and sorting out my temporary room a little, but this is so fucking good.”

He tries to bury the swelling of his pride in his chest by chastising you, “You can’t just have one meal a day Dumbass.” He leans in, getting out of his chair, and holding both of your thighs, “Especially if you're suddenly getting very active .”

He’s too close like this to really do much of anything with the angle, but you have no problem running your nails slightly over his scalp while hooking an arm around the back of his neck.  “You were saying…?”

With a growl in his chest he yanks you up, hooks your legs around him, but before he can do anything more, you're grinding against his hard, confined cock, making him hiss.  “Fuck it,”  He heaves you over his shoulder, and giving one firm smack on your ass, making you screech in surprise.

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There's very little grace when you're put on the bed, but Bakugo’s hands are swift to lay you out and take off your top, running his hands over your bra, then down your sternum, trailing lower until he gets to the button of your jeans.  There’s little hesitation as he works his way through your jeans and socks before making sure your sprawled out for him, “ Fuck , you look so good like this,” He leans in between your thighs and bites playfully upward until he meets lace, “These are much nicer than the last pair.”

“Fuck off!” You laugh, “I wasn’t even looking to hook up last time.  Be happy with what you got!”

“Oh, believe me, I was very happy with what I got,” He pushes aside the lace and gives you a firm lick before sucking your clit.  Your loud whine seemed to echo in the room, but all that did was further encourage Bakugo. “Up.” He commands, “I want it all off.”  He dips into his side drawer, and pulls out a condom before sitting at the edge of the bed, enjoying the sight of your already discarded bra, while you wiggle and slip your panties down to your ankles.

He can feel his cock throb when he catches your gaze, which immediately shies away from him.  He grabs you from your hips and sits you on his lap, your back against his defined chest. “None of that now.  I want my neighbors to put in a noise complaint after tonight.” He whispers into your ear, while grinding his clothed cock against you.  

“ Fuck ,” You couldn’t stop yourself from groaning, “ Katsuki …”

“That’s right Baby, say my name,” He kisses behind your ear as he uses one hand to tease your nipples, moving from one side to the other, and freeing his cock with the other.  “Lean forward, and lift your ass a little for me,” And you do, looking back and watching him roll on the condom, “Good, now,” he moves his hands to your hip, “Sit back, on my cock, slowly.”  He guides you as you do just that, unable to stop your hiss as you feel the slight uncomfort of his cock stretching you out again, “That’s it, so fucking tight for me.” He continues to guide your hips until you’re fully back in his lap again, feeling you twitch as you stretch around his girth.  “Need a minute?”  You nod desperately, a breathy affirmation barely intelligible, and Bakugo can’t help but wonder if this is always what you're like in bed, or if it’s something special with him.

He reaches one hand forward and starts to play with your clit, and he feels your whole body move with your sharp inhale.  With another moan of his name, your hips start to move, first with you squirming before you start to bounce yourself on his cock.

“God, look how wet you got.”  He brings his shiny fingers to your face, “Wish I could feel it directly on my cock,”  He moves his position slightly, so his left arm is now somewhat caged over your hip, while he goes back to playing with your clit, with his right hand moving you your mouth, having you suck his fingers clean.  It’s overwhelming, but you follow his lead, never stopping your motions of filling yourself with his cock.  He wastes no time fucking up into you, pulling his fingers from your mouth and supporting your upper body with his right arm.

“Harder Katsuki, please!”  He groans, and flips you so you're bent over the bed, then moves your knees to the bed, making sure you're solidly on all fours while he stays stuffed in your cunt.  Standing on the side of the bed while still inside you, and having you crouched over and fluttering around his cock gives him a rush.

 He runs his hands slowly once up your flanks,and back down again, before he settles them on your hips and starts plowing into you again.  His name seems to be all you know as he starts brushing that sweet spot inside.  You quirk trickles through, as you start moving to match his pace, making sure he hits just the right angle.  “Fuck, this… uh!” He tries to get his thoughts together but is distracted watching you fuck back into him, “This pussy, so fuckin’ good… but that quirk… fuckin’ unfair.”  

He smacks your ass harshly, making you clamp around him, “Katsuki!”

He feels Feedback brings more pleasure and the sting of pain in him, pulling a deep groan from his chest, “I’m going to cum at this rate,” He starts teasing your clit, “But you better cum first.”

You nod frantically, sheets fisted in hand, “Close! So.. I’m so close, Katsuki…” 

He watches your body jerk and jiggle with every thrust, mesmerized by the motions, until your body seizes around him, crying out his name.  “That’s right, just like that,”  He grinds his cock head into that spongy spot, sending you over the edge again, but this time your convulsing walls take Bakugo over with you.

He carefully pulls out before tying up and tossing the condom, while you scramble on weak limbs to lay out correctly on the bed.  He lays next to you, watching your deep breaths expand youe chest.  “I have half a mind to take a twenty minute nap,” You sit up, and move to the edge of the bed, but the apartment is far too cool for me to stay naked in.” You chuckle as you get up to start looking for your clothes on what had to have been dropped on his side of the bed.

“Then we can shower then go to bed.” 

You still for a moment, “I’ll shower at Todotoki’s, should probably get going anyway, wouldn’t want to be a rude guest coming in all hours of the night.”

“You can just stay again.” He sits up as he watches you gather your things, “I don't mind.”

You feel the need to deflect, because he’s being far too sweet for his normally gruff self, “You this sweet to all the girls you fuck? Besi-”

“Aren’t we friends?” You’re caught off guard by his outburst.

“Yea-”

“Then stop making a big deal about the little things!  If I said it’s fine, it’s fine .  I don’t say shit I don’t mean.”

“Okay Bakugo, so-”

“Katsuki!”

You don’t know how this conversation went so sideways, so you try again, “Sorry Katsuki , you told me to call you that in the bedroom, I thought…. I thought it was just for the bedroom.  Anyway, while I appreciate the offer, I’m not going to be a nuisance to Todoroki and come home super late, and besides, as I was saying, I didn’t bring extra clothes or my work stuff.  The only extra clothes I took were the ones I have to return, which reminds me, I need to take them out of my purse.”

“Okay," He resigns softly, "You finish eating, and I’ll take you back after.”  You tap his shoulder with a smile, but as you go to walk away, he grabs your wrist, “For the record, I don’t take one night stands home.”

And just like that, you find yourself being left alone, reminding yourself of his own words.

Just sex .

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[Y/N]

Get off work at 5 today

Don’t know when you get off patrol, but wanna work out schedules?

Don’t know when you get off

[Kirishima 🦒]

I get off at 2

I can call after 5

Or did you want to make the trip?

[Y/N]

Sorry

I’m out here

Honestly thought I told you

Temporarily set up in one of Todoroki’s spare rooms

I thought he was just being nice, helping me get back in shape

But it seems he’s just an opportunistic sadist who saw an easy mark lol

[Kirishima 🦒]

LMAO 😂

We should meet up then

Maybe grab a bite to eat?

[Y/N]

Sure

What do you have in  mind?

[Kirishima 🦒]

Let’s see where the night takes us

Do you want to meet up or would you rather me pick you up?

[Y/N]

We can meet up!

You’ve don’t have to go out of your way

[Kirishima 🦒]

I wouldn’t have offered if it was a problem

Whatever makes you most comfortable

[Y/N]

I’ll meet you

Just send me a location

You figure without any defined plans, you dress in a nice, wine red, long blouse that reaches about midthigh on you, thick black leggings, and knee high riding boots.  You figured it shouldn’t look out of place whether you did something a little more upscale or casual, but didn’t try to dress it up with makeup or accessories, something versatile but not trying to impress.  He has his eyes on someone else.

It’s a bit of a walk to meet up, but it's a beautiful, crisp, cool  day.  You leave pretty much as soon as your shift ends just to be sure you don’t show up late, and wait outside the shop Kirishima said he’d meet you at, playing on your phone.

“Am I late?” You feel a shadow come over you, and when you look up it’s Kirishima’s smiling face. 

You smile out of reflex, “Hey Kiri.” You check the time, “No, you aren’t late, you're a bit early.”

“And you’re really early.”

You snort, “Well I didn't want to be late .  I’m still navigating my new neighborhood, wasn’t sure about how long it would take to get here.”  A puppy walks by and has all of your attention for a moment, before you look back up to him, “Sorry, distracted, what did you want to do?” 

“Got an idea, follow me.” So you fall in step at his side, walking a few blocks without question until you end up at a dog park.  He ends up taking a seat, patting the bench next to him, and both of you watch the dogs run around, burning their extra energy, “So, whats your schedule looking like next week?”

“Off Wednesday, then the weekend, but I’ll be going back sometime this upcoming week, Monday most likely, to help ‘Kio with the movers for both our big items, and return my work computer and keys.” You look away from the dogs and up at Kirishima, “I know it’s all over the place right now but the week after next I start regular work week hours doing secretary work under Todoroki, and this upcoming week I’m entirely off.”

“You excited?”

“For the week off? Yeah.” You chuckle when he elbows you, before what looks like a golden retriever drops a ball at your foot.  You lean over, shaking the ball, “Ya want it?” You toss it  effortlessly as the dog takes off, “I’m excited, it’s something that seems stable.”

“Good, So how about I pick you up Wednesday morning, we workout, see what you feel you need to work on,” The dog drops the ball at his feet this time, so he throws it,  “then we can hang out.  I have a night patrol that day.”

“It sounds good, Kiri, hopefully you aren’t also a sadist.” 

You chuckle while Kirishima starts to stutter trying to refute it, before getting his thoughts together, “N-no way, I already said it’s going to be at your pace.”

“I know, I know, don’t worry, I trust you.”  Its silent for a bit, an eerie sort, but golden retriever drops the ball at your feet again, so you take the ball and toss it to fill the space. “Kirishima…?”

“Are you really already out here?” He asks, sounding far away. You nod your head, humming an affirmative, “Okay, then trust me to pick a place for dinner.”  He stands up and holds out his arm, which you’re more than pleased to link your own in as he leads the way.

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He brings you to a fairly nice steakhouse, not quite black tie, but business casual was clearly a soft necessity.  Kirishima opens the door for you as you walk past him with a soft thank you he ushers you further in, asking for a table. 

Clearly you’re a glutton for punishment because you shouldn’t have accepted a dinner invitation to begin with, if only to spare your own feelings, but now, being sat down at a small table, in a private corner with dim lights and a candle centerpiece, sitting across from probably the nicest person you’ve ever met, it feels like you're suffocating.  

He’s smiling, telling you about how he knew Mina prior to their UA days, when the waiter comes up, asking about drinks, “Are you alright drinking, Y/N?”  You nod, and he turns back to the waiter, “Then a bottle of your sweetest champagne.” You feel the slight tilt of your head, as the waiter walks away, “What, we’re celebrating your big move.”

“But I'm not even moved in!” you cant help your small laugh.

“So? You’re still out here.  Besides, we can do another toast once you're officially moved in.”

With a soft smirk, you stage whisper, “Man I can’t figure out if you're just trying to spoil me, or if you're an alcoholic looking for an excuse.” You give him a conspiratorial wink, but when you watch him go bright red, you drop your eyes, “Sorry.”

You're saved by the waiter’s impeccable timing, coming to ask if you were ready to order, and putting down a basket of fresh bread and a dish  of butter, another waiter as support with the bottle and glasses.  You mutter soft ‘thank you’s as they work, the secondary waiter leaving as soon as the glasses are poured.  Kirishima jumps right in, ordering plenty while you sweat looking at prices, apparently to the point of leaving an awkward silence.  You get legitimately startled when he says your name, looking up at him with what must be a readable expression, because he immediately follows up, softly, “Get whatever you want, this is on me.”

Truly your first reaction was absolutely not , but, an echo of an earlier conversation came to mind, making you consider the offer.  He would offer if it was a problem.  Honestly, the considerate bastard probably wouldn’t have even brought you in here without the expectation of paying.  He knew, without many specifics, that you weren't exactly flush with cash.  While it was a simple gesture, it flooded you with warmth.  You order a soup with dinner, and the waiter takes off, and once your alone again, against your better judgement, you place your hand over Kirishima’s and give him a firm but short squeeze.  “Thank you.”

“Is there,” He takes a short breath, “Is there something wrong with spoiling you?”

“I don’t know… You’d be the first…” You want nothing more than to desperately deflect, but anything you’d say would hit far too close to home. It is hard enough to deal with a crush, but if he keeps this up, how are you supposed to actually move on?  You fidget with your glass, before taking a sip.

“How is it?”

“It’s good,” and then the thought struck you, he ordered the sweetest champagne.  All you could do was wonder if he was that thoughtful.  “So, before you were interrupted, you were saying..?”  

“Oh, yeah!” He starts scrolling through his phone, showing you a picture of a fairly large group of kids. Mina is fairly quick to pick out of the crowd, but Kirishima points her out, “We kinda ran in different crowds, but I do have this one picture of us.” He then drags his finger about five people over and points.

It takes a few seconds for it to sink in he’s pointing to himself , “Oh my god, Kiri, this is you ?”  You take the phone for a closer look, “I love your natural color, not that the red doesn’t suit you, but you’re so cute!”  You realize you’re gushing again, and pull back a bit, “How can you look exactly the same, yet so different at the same time?”  You give a nervous chuckle and slide back the phone.  He chuckles too, and despite the heat still in your cheeks, you feel level again.  Grounded. 

By the time food comes out you realize it’s really unfair how easy it is to be around Kirishima.

“I don’t think I have any pictures from far back, lemme see…” You start searching the internet for your graduating class when a text comes in.

[Katsuki]

DTF Wednesday night?

I get out at 9

[Y/N]

Thanks, but I’ll pass

Sex was good, sex with Bakugo was fantastic , but it felt like lines were blurring too much, and while in good company, you don’t really think a friends with benefits situation would actually benefit you.  Getting over someone by getting under someone else just may not be for you, because clearly you can’t figure out boundaries.  

You find the class picture, mid mental spiral, and show him. “It was taken, at the time, in class ranking order.”  You're standing on the far left of the first row, mostly unchanged, just a bit toner in your youth, and you point, “Me.” Then your nail taps the Russian-Japanese boy next to you, “The asshole.” Kirishima snorts, “Then here is ‘Lily’, my cousin.” You tap the last girl of the second row, foremost on the right, “My bilingual side of the family called her the flower in English, but the monolingual stuck with the Japanese ‘Yuri’.  I think I have some toddler ones too.”

The rest of your night was exchanging small stories over your meal, enjoying yourselves, until the check was brought out, Kirishima all but snatching it out the waiter’s hand before it could get anywhere near you, putting in a card, and handing it back without actually looking at it. “I do have some cash, I can at least put something toward dinner.”  

He waves off the thought, “No way! I already said I’ve got this one. It’d be super unmanly to back out of that now.”  You roll your eyes playfully, and he chuckles, only to be interrupted but the waiter returning his card, “C’mon, Y/N, let’s go.”  It is getting late, and while you’re having a good time, you aren’t going to be a bad house guest, humming in agreement.  

It’s a comfortable silence as you walk side by side, until you’re almost at Todoroki’s.  “Hey, Y/N?”  You look up at him, “I, um, I just wanted to say you look really beautiful tonight.”  You’re barely able to stumble out a thank you, as he takes your hands in his, “Listen, I… I really liked hanging out with you, and I know we don’t know each other super well, but I’d like to take you out on a date!”

“I’d love that!” Your emotional high is practically through the roof, until it drops through the floor, “But wait, you were going to ask out someone ‘when they came back’.”

He starts to rub the back of his neck, “Yeah, you, when, uh, you came back out here for the move… But now you’re here early, and it wouldn’t be very manly to see you without being upfront about how I feel.”

You feel the need to cry, “Kiri, I’d love to date you,” You squeeze his hands, “But..” you take a deep breath, and try not to let tears spill, “I have to tell you then I’ve slept with Bakugo.”  You feel his hands pull from yours, "I thought you were going after someone else, so when he offered, I just…” You shrug.  “If I had known I had your eye, I wouldn’t have.”  He’s still visibly shaken.  “If I thought I had the possibility of being yours I wouldn’t have been open for a fling.”  When he still doesn’t seem to have anything to say, “Clearly… clearly we need time to talk about this when you’re ready… um, just text me if you don’t wanna, Wednesday…”  You start walking back toward Todoroki’s, his silence crushing you, “I understand if you don’t want to see me.” 

Your legs are spiriting you away before you are conscious of it.

Chapter Text

Your night is plagued by uneasy, frequently interrupted sleep.  Your phone never left your hand, but nothing came in.  Your first instinct is to call Akio, but you can’t exactly explain to him why sleeping with Bakugo, specifically, would be such a personal slight to Kirishima.

You sigh in the dark, unable to console yourself, stomach in knots, wondering if there was anything you could have done differently.  You don’t feel guilty for sleeping with Bakugo, you were two consenting adults not tied down to anyone, but knowing how Kirishima had felt so overlooked next to his friend fucking crushed you, that of all the people you could have slept with, you happened to pick the one who would hurt Kirishima most.

It triggers a memory of you being at a lunch table with Viktor and his friends, they were all joking about whatever the fuck they were talking about, you were reading when a hand pushes your book to the table, “Tell them Babe. I’m the most handsome man you’ve seen.”

“Yes Viktor, you are very handsome.” You say boredly, picking back up your book, “But most handsome man I’ve seen…? Probably not.”  His friend's noise ratcheted up in hysterical laughter, but you’re confused, “What? He likes literally every picture of that one porn star he follows.  I’m not the prettiest woman he’s ever seen.”  Their laughter somehow gets more frenzied, but you shrug them off.

When you had told ‘Kio about it years later he explained you probably not only shattered his ego, but embarrassed him.  That was the day he taught you truths aren’t necessarily welcomed in every situation.

Maybe you were better off not saying anything to Kirishima.  If you had slept with literally anyone else , you wouldn’t be feeling so terrible, you probably wouldn’t have brought it up, but here you are stressing in the dark over something clearly never meant for you.

Since you hate yourself more than usual, you decide the perfect punishment is a nice, long run on Todoroki’s treadmill.  The sun is well past risen when your alarm goes off fifteen minutes before your shift, and you're absolutely disgusting, plastered in sweat.

You throw on the shower, don't even give yourself time for it to warm up, and rush through getting the sweat off of you.  You open your day to a meeting, and your quiet.  Really you have nothing to contribute and you’re leaving at the end of the week, so you just silently brush your wet hair, letting words of little value wash over you.

[Katsuki]

You free Saturday?

My parents have a stupid company party

Could use a distraction

[Y/N]

Honestly, I feel like shit ATM

Not sure if I’ll be okay for Saturday

Don’t wanna be a downer

[Katsuki]

Downer?

So your not sick

[Y/N]

I *feel* sick

[Katsuki]

LMK if you feel better

ASAP

My parents are in fashion so we’d have to get you something stunning

[Y/N]

Wow

Pressure

Lol

I’ll let you know if I Happen to feel better

By no means do you want to lead Bakugo on, but you think you have a greater chance of being swallowed by the ground than feeling better by Saturday.  Hopelessness is an infection you can feel settle into your system.

Todoroki  knocks on your door well after your workday is done.  “I heard you on the treadmill early this morning.  Good job.  I was wondering if you have a moment.”

“All the time you need.  What’s up?”

“Just getting your office space ready, wondering if you have preferences.  It would probably be rude to do it over dinner.”  He shows you a tablet that has a whole bunch of desks. 

“Was there not another secretary? I could just move in.”

“Nonsense, everyone gets new equipment at the higher levels.  It’s going to be stressful, so we want you to be able to be as comfortable as possible.  We’ll want you with a linked laptop and desktop, make sure you get something sufficient, because likely you’ll be taking it from one position to the other.  Very rare for you to need to do something off normal working hours, but that's what the laptop will be for.  We’ll set you up with all the programs for signing in and remote access. Oh and a nameplate for the desk, and other such knickknacks.”

This, this is the kind of grounding moment you need.  You didn’t come out here for love, you’re just here to survive another day.  You and ‘Kio will  have your own place soon enough, and everything else, well everything else is just noise.  Is that awful, probably.  Does it keep you grounded, yes. As Todoroki is explaining the layout of the office over dinner later that night, you see the text you’ve been waiting for come in.

[Kirishima 🦒]

I’m not up for tomorrow

[Y/N]

Okay.

Chapter Text

Wednesday you’re up early, and put in running until the early afternoon.  You only stop just because you feel your stomach protest, so you grab an apple from the kitchen, wondering if you feel like feeding yourself, or if this will be enough.  You shoot off a text to Akio, knowing he’s probably not going to see it at work, just checking on him.  

[Denki]

Do you cook

Do you cook WELL*

[Y/N]

I mean it depends

I do okay

Still prone to mess up on occasion

Why

[Denki]

Seems like the next game night we can do is next saturday

Like not this week

But next

If you wanna

But i know we cant get Bakubro to cook again

And i want something homecooked 

[Y/N]

Lol

I’ll see what I can do

Hopefully you and Kirishima are at least okay by then.  Granted, maybe you can do something easy enough for Denki to put in the oven in a worst case situation.  You can respect that Kirishima needs space, and they are his friends.

[Denki]

Mina’s been leaning toward going to a club though

Might not even need it

But ive learned to ask first lol  

[Y/N]

Keep me in the loop

You go back to the gym, and start on some stretches.  You wonder if there is a gym you can get membership too that has actual gymnastic equipment and obstacle runs.  You throw  your feet up and steady yourself  against the wall before you start on some handstand push ups, feeling your arms wobble almost immediately, but determinedly making your way through a set.  

It is hard coming to the reality that you really let yourself get slack with your own body, but you couldn’t determine if that was a good or bad thing. You kept most of your flexibility, surprisingly, so you were sure you could make up the difference.  

Maybe a night out is something you’ll need, whether or not it was a group thing or an on your own thing.  In fact, maybe some time on your own would be good for you this upcoming week.  In fact, you time sounds delightful.

You’re on a rowing machine when a movie you're playing on your phone gets interrupted a bit by a gif of a busy waiter running around, making you smile, although there is no further message notification, so you decide to keep pace, rather than stopping on the machine.  After the movie was done you figured you owed yourself one more set of handstand pushups.

“Y/N!”  You wobble as you are pushing back up before you awkwardly fall sideways.  

“If it isn’t My Robot Friend Shoto,” You say, scrambling back upright, rubbing your elbow, “What’s up?”

“I asked if you’ve been working out since before I left this morning?”  

“Maybe…? What time is it?”

“Just before 8 at night.” He tilts his head, “Y/N, you can’t overwork yourself  like this. I know you know better.  What's wrong?”

“Sorry, just a lot on my mind. I honestly didn’t keep track of time.  I do know better.”  Lost in your thoughts is not good for the moment, clearly, you’ve been going at it for almost twelve hours. “Let me shower up, and I’ll meet you back for dinner?  It’s time for me to call it a day.”

“Y/N,” You look up at him, “If you aren’t comfortable talking with me, then please go to Akio to talk this over.  Clearly this wasn’t you today.”  

You nod, because he’s right.  “No, it wasn’t, but it’s always okay for a fresh start tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, but perhaps no training tomorrow?”

Your body ached at the thought of doing anything more this week, “Deal.”

Chapter Text

Thursday was fairly lazy.  Your shift was quiet, a small blessing, as you made your way through your files for the day.  Your body was still aching and sore from over exerting yourself yesterday, so you’re more than happy to read on your phone to give yourself distraction.

[Katsuki]

How are you?

[Y/N]

Okay

Sore

Got a little carried away yesterday 😅

[Katsuki]

Don’t fucking 😅 me

Get your shit together

Idiot

[Y/N]

Oof

My ego

Thanks for caring though

Please note the heavy sarcasm throughout

Got that the idea of getting your shit together wasn’t something you were trying to do since highschool, but it is a grounding thought.  And with a bit of time left on the clock, you figure you set the small goal of finishing, or at least getting most of the shopping done for your new office.

You pick out a few pieces that suit you, and are currently looking at a nameplate for your desk that looks like it’s made of geodes, that has a slit on top to hold business cards, that is just so pretty , while still maintaining elegance.

[Kirishima 🦒]

Hey

Can I come over later?

[Y/N]

Sure

Well

Actually, it isn’t my house to invite you

But I can meet you

Wherever you want

[Kirishima 🦒]

Yeah

Makes sense

{link}

This park

7?

[Y/N]

I’ll be there

Your nerves  carry you through the day as you start going through clothes.  Dress for… what exactly? Heartbreak? Comfy oversized clothes…?  Or sexy, make him think about you.  He would have said if it were a date, right?  Social nuance isn't your strong suit, so you figured it best not to expect  anything , and just dress in something normal.  You end up in a black Cami, tucked into a nice pair of jeans, black, chunky heel ankle boots, and olive colored crop top hoodie.  It was simple, and it was you.

You nervously put on some chapstick, and lotion, just to give yourself something busy to do with your hands, before giving up and heading out.  You purposely walk the long way to the park, just to take off a nervous edge, but still end up early.  You walk along the trails, mostly empty since it's a school night and just after normal working hours, so it’s no surprise that one of the few figures out, is one you think you recognize.  “Kirishima…?”

He's hunched over towards the ground, in a squat, shoving a mound of cloth into a black backpack, only stopping at hearing your voice, “Y/N, you, uh, early.”

“Sorry, nerves. I was just... walking off the excess energy.”  You look around, “I can come back, or, we can do this another day if you want.”

“No! Can we just, well sit?” He tilts his head to the nearby bench.  

You nod, heartbeat throbbing in your own ears, and sit pretty much as far right as you can without looking like you were avoiding him, but giving him all the space he could need, still looking at the ground, “What’s up Kirishima?”

He looks at you, looking at the ground before sitting next to you, “Y/N, look at me please.”  He doesn’t miss your startled flinch, before you lift your eyes and face him.  “I… I just have some questions.  You don’t have to answer anything, but… but I think it’d make me feel better if I knew.”

“What do you want to know?”

He took a deep breath, “Was it just sex?”

“It was.  ‘Kio was off with someone he was going to hook up with, and when Bakugo came up to the bar, I had made the joke that I should probably be looking for my own hookup, so when he offered, I took him up on it.  I figured there was no harm, you were going to ask someone else out, I was otherwise unattached.”  You give a nervous chuckle, “I even double checked after he kissed me that it was just sex .”  Kirishima exhales, and you can’t tell if it’s a good sign.  “Listen, if it makes you feel any better, as a one time thing I’ll let you go through my phone.  I don’t want you to feel like you have to worry, and honestly I’ll be super offended if you ever took it upon yourself or even asked in the future to go through anything, but I feel awful about this, and I don’t want you feeling bad because of me.”  You unlock your phone and open up your text thread with Bakugo, scrolling to the top as you hand it to Kirishima.

“No! I mean, thank you, but I just… I just needed to make sure you didn’t have feelings on your end.  I know it shouldn’t be eating me up, we weren’t together, but it hurts he got to you first.”  He grabs onto your hand, resting on the bench. “If it were anyone else, I wouldn’t have even given it a second thought, but…”

“I know, I’m sorry Kirishima. Again, if I had a chance with you, if I didn’t think you were sold on someone else, I wouldn’t have taken him up on the offer.”

He squeezed your hand, “Thanks for meeting me.  I was afraid you might not want to… I brought a blanket thinking we might sit out, but then, I was afraid how this could have gone so I put it all back…”

“No one did anything wrong here, Kirishima, it’s just.. Awkward...”

“I liked it better when you called me Kiri.”  You feel heat in your face, that only goes hotter once he gives you a boyish smile, “Or better yet, call me Eiji.” 

“Okay, Eiji it is.”

His smile gets brighter, and he gets up, holding out his hand for you, slinging his backpack over one shoulder with his other hand, “Let’s get you back, it’s getting late.”  You tentatively take his hand, and let him lead you, in a flustered silence back to Todoroki’s.  “Goodnight, Y/N. I’ll call you soon?” It came out like a question, so you nod again, dumbly. “Oh!”  He opens his backpack, “Sorry, they’d look better if I didn’t get cold feet earlier.”  He pushes three long stemmed roses in your hand, all in fairly okay condition, tied by black ribbon midway, and an orange rubber band at the very bottom.  When you look back up, Kirishima is already walking off with one hand up as a final goodbye.

Chapter Text

"Hey, Bakubro" Kirishima hears Bakugo's grunt of acknowledgement. "How do you feel about Y/N?"

Bakugo damn near drops his gauntlet that he was readjusting, "She's fine. Punched Deku in the face, broke his nose."

"She did what ?"

"They were sparring. Funniest shit I'd seen all month." He chuckles, "It was an accident. She apologized way too much afterwards."

"Oh, didn't realize she was training so hard." 

Bakugo could hear the confusion as to why she'd be sparring with Midoriya of all people. "Yeah, Y/N is going to head his little commission replacement project."  

Bakugo watches his best friend chew over the information, “Given her background, I guess I can see that working. Yeah… She’ll be great!”

“Her background…?”  Bakugo thinks back, remembering your face when Todoroki had said something about following through on hero work .  “I don’t know anything about her background, but I know she wasn’t exactly happy when that IcyHot bastard brought up hero work.”

“Oh.” Bakugo’s whole body snaps, facing his patrol partner for the day, but Kirishima’s wide eyed face looks a million miles away, completely unaware of Bakugo’s questioning demeanor.  No, Kirishima is turning the idea around in his head that you told him about your past, but Bakugo doesn’t seem to have the same privilege.  Bakugo, who’s had you in his bed, doesn’t have nearly as long a thread of texts, which he only noticed when you went to hand him your phone.  It also didn’t escape Kirishima’s notice that there weren’t any pictures between you, no nudes, not even memes, as you scrolled your way up.

“Oh...?” Bakugo parrots.

“Oh! I was just thinking I’m pretty sure today is Y/N’s last day at her job.  Wanna go to the mall once we’re out? I wanna get her something small to celebrate.”

“Why should I get her something for leaving a job!” Kirishima chuckles at the outburst, feeling a lot more confident in the fact that it was just sex between the two, but the blonde suck his teeth, “That does remind me though, I have to see if she’s definitely not going with me to my parent’s stupid company party. She said she probably wouldn’t be up for it; wasn’t feeling too good earlier this week.  We’d have to get something tonight for her to wear if she changed her mind.”

“Let me text her, see if she’ll meet us later then.”

[Eiji]

Wanna meet me and Bakubro at the mall later?

If you're free.

Actually I can pick you up if you want

Also, BakuBro wants to know if you’re going to that party with him

Because then you’ll ‘need to get something’

Most of your last day of work is meetings and useless coffee clutching.  It’s your last day, and clearly no one expected much from you as you only have one task, albeit a very complex one, assigned for the day.  Just before lunch, Todoroki knocks offering tea, and you decide tea would be perfect, taking a small break with him.

Needless to say, the texts have really thrown you off.

[Y/N]

Well I do feel a lot better after talking to you yesterday

I guess can still go if he hasn’t found someone else to stave off his boredom lol

See you after work?

[Eiji]

Yeah

Catch you then

A soft heat fills your cheeks.  This is good , right?  It says, at the least, he isn’t mad anymore, right?  The new plans give you a second wind for the rest of your day.  You close out the end of your shift with a virtual meeting, all your co-workers wishing you well.  It’d nice, but you weren’t particularly close with anyone, the exception of course being Akio for the year you had worked together.

[Y/N]

Kirishima invited me to hang out with him and Bakugo tonight

Probably getting something to go to some business party for Bakugo’s parents tomorrow

What should I wear for tonight?

Casual? Or nice?

[Akio]

Slutty

You may love him like a brother, but god, is he fucking useless sometimes.

Chapter Text

Akio’s contact lights up your screen not even two minutes later. “I’m not around to babysit you for a week , and you go off and start keeping secrets...?”

“Akio,” You’re already exasperated, “What the fuck are you talking about.”

“Y/N, you never ask about clothes unless you feel like it’s something you can mess up.  The question then, is why do you feel like you can mess this up, hmm?”

Shit. “Um, well, You know I still like Kiri…”

“And you fucked the other one, multiple times, once almost raw.” You choke on your end of the line at the reminder.  “Do you have that cream shirt with the roses embroidered in it in one of your open boxes?”  You know the shirt, it's thin and flowy, giving very summer vibes.  You check the two boxes you opened of clothes.

“Found it!”

“Good, that with those black jeans that look painted on you that you own, and those ankle boots so you're closer to them for kissing. Don’tforgettobeateasebyeee.”

You end up getting the exact outfit together, in a stunned daze.  Sure ‘Kio didn’t actually have you dressed slutty, but once it’s actually put together you can see what he means by tease.  It’s a soft look, but it does highlight your body nicely.  You put on a bit of eye liner and a shimmer lip gloss and think to yourself that you look good.

You send a Snap of your outfit, all pulled together to Akio, feeling so good about it you have half a mind to put it on your story, but decide against it.

[Eiji]

Be there in 15-20

[Y/N]

I’ll be waiting outside then

Todoroki is heading out for his patrol at the same time, both of you leaving your respective rooms at the same time, “Ah, I get to see you twice today.  I’m so lucky, Todoroki, normally I text you more than I see you, even in your house.” 

He chuckles along with you. “Where are you off to, tonight?”

“Not exactly sure, Kirishima invited me to go out with him and Bakugo, so I’m just tagging along.”

“That’s nice.  Some time out of the house will be good.  I don't think you understand how worried I was about Wednesday.”

You feel a wave of guilt against your spine, “I’m sorry Todoroki, I’m normally a lot better than that.”  

“No need to be apologetic or formal. We are friends.  Just make sure you are taking care of yourself.”

“You too, Shoto.” You both stop just at the edge of his property, Bakugo’s bright car just visible and approaching steadily, “Have a good patrol.”  You wave before getting in the backseat. Bakugo lowers the window, and Kirishima leans over, all saying a brief hello to him, before Todoroki insists he’ll be late.

“Thanks for picking me up guys.”  You lean forward, in the middle seat.

“Are you fucking buckled?”  

Bakugo’s outburst surprised you, but you snipe right back, not missing a beat, “Yes, I’m fucking buckled, now as long as you don’t drive like shit, we have nothing to worry about anyway.”  You draw out a chuckle from Kirishima, and a huff from Bakugo.

“Sit back, you’re distracting me.”

“Fine,” you mutter, sitting back, “Dunno why I’d be distracting though.”

“Aw, don’t pout, Bakubro can just be a stick in the mud sometimes.”  You grumble something neither of them can make out, but clearly in agreement.

“Oh, fuck you two, you can walk.”

“I would need to know where we’re going to start.”  You lean back forward, “Besides, you guys haven't even told me how your day went.”

“My day’s been pretty good, quiet patrol with Bakubro here, good weather, and now we’re hanging out, can’t ask for much more.”

“Meanwhile I get stuck with ungrateful fucks in my car.” Bakugo murmurs.

“Katsuki, if I live under your skin, why take me to this party, you’ve literally been yelling at me since we’ve met.” You chortle, but Bakugo’s shoulder tense thinking back on that hazy first encounter, “You can have a bad time without me adding to it.”

Bakugo tuts again, softly admitting, “You’re not so bad,” but then he pivots, snapping at you “Didn’t I tell you already to sit back?” You sit back again, relenting to driver’s rules, and open your phone, seeing Akio reply to your Snap

[KioKioKioKio]

|Perfect

|They won't know what hit them

|Make sure you get you some

[LadyFeedback]

|Bro

|Stop

|Because I did feel good enough I ALMOST posted that on the story lol

|But also, I'm not *getting any*, so stop trying to live vicariously through me

[KioKioKioKio]

|Mhmm 😏

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Getting out of the car, you see you’re at a much more upscale shopping center than what originally came to mind when you thought ‘mall’, and you can feel your pockets cry.  Do these two idiots not realize what a turbulent time this is, financially.  

They usher you into the building, which is huge , a floor above and below, and a much more mixed pedigree of stores, that you can now see from the building’s open layout.  There’s a romper on display at a store on the adjacent side of the entrance you just walked through, that you can easily see being dressed up, but just as you start to head over, Bakugo takes your shoulder and starts steering you to somewhere upscale. "If you're going to wander off, I'm going to collar you."

"Kinky." You deadpan, making Kirishima laugh.

He dismisses the woman who approaches him as soon as you all walk into the store, helping himself, looking at what's available.  You raise an eyebrow and look at Kirishima, who smiles and shrugs, “It’s not like he’d take her advice.” Which, fair , no need to get her hopes up, but damn if he couldn’t have been less rude about it.  “You look beautiful, by the way.” The smile he gives you now is more genuine than the one he gave you explaining Bakugo’s actions, but he walks off and starts looking for himself.

Nothing seems to strike you as impressive, minus the price tags, as you start working your way from the other side of the shop, still feeling heat in your cheeks from being complimented.  

“Hey, Y/N, got a favorite color?” Kirishima calls over.

“Not particularly,” You pick up an emerald green dress that’s simple, but would probably look good on you, “but I will say my closet is mostly blacks, deep reds, and purples.”  While it’s by far the cheapest dress you’ve seen here, 20000 yen, the sticker shock makes you put the dress right back anyway.

“Try these.” Bakugo thrusts two dresses at you, before picking up the one you just put down, and adding it to your hands too.

“Katsuki, I can’t afford this .”

He sucks his teeth, “I didn’t ask if you could, just fuckin’ try ‘em.”

You roll your eyes, this man really seems to think he can just demand shit .  “Oh! And what about this one?” Kirishima excitedly shows you a long dress with a high slit in a maroon.  You sigh, and take it, because clearly it’s beautiful, and its two on one.

“ Fine , let me just look at these then…” You hand Kirishima’s back to him, then give him the emerald one to hold right after. One of Bakugo’s dresses is hideous , and in that same burned orange he seems to favor, “Absolutely not, put it back.” He goes to protest, but you’re firm, “I am not wearing that, but this doesn’t seem bad at all.” His second dress is a black sleeveless halter topped dress, with an asymmetric bottom.

You try on the green dress first, which is fine .  It fits, but it doesn’t really work for or against you.

There's a bang on the dressing room door, “Are you ready in there or-”

With a swing of the door, you burst, “What is wrong with you?” It’s clear to see you shock both men. You drop your voice to a harsh whisper. “What do you think? I just magical girl transformation behind this door? Give me a fucking minute! What if I was struggling to put it on, or hated it and took it right off?” You both stare at each other, but when he doesn’t say anything, you just slam the door back behind you. “You really need to learn to take a half second to think of someone besides yourself.” Bakugo hears you faintly mutter, before sitting back down, quietly, stewing in frustration.

You come back out in the red dress, a good portion of leg being flashed by the high slit, “This is nice, but even in heels it’s going to be too long.”  You open the door  and show them how it just pools at your feet.

“It looks really good on you though,” Kirishima pouts.

“It does.” Bakugo agrees gruffly.

“Thanks, but it would take time to alter, so this can’t be it.”   You close the door again and try on the black dress.  The fit is begrudgingly beautiful on you, despite not wearing the right kind of bra for it, but it’s the most expensive dress, 140,000 yen,  and you were hoping it wouldn’t be able to contend. You struggle with the buttons behind your neck, the elastic loops feeling a bit too small to go around the buttons. You open the door, holding the neck part, “A little help?”

Kirishima is up and behind you before either of you can react, pushing through the buttons slowly so as not to have the same issue you were having.  “Wow, you look amazing , Y/N.”  You can feel Kirishima’s breath on your neck, still leaned over you, and you can feel heat rise in your whole body. “Thank you Eiji,” You say more to the floor, flustered beyond all doubt.

Bakugo watches you though, unable to hear exactly what Kirishima said, clearly a compliment, but hears you very clearly, hears you, wondering how come he’s Eiji , and when that became a thing.  “That’s the one.” He gets up and makes his way closer, “It’s perfect on you, so let’s go.”

“It’s literally far too much for me to splurge on, besides, when will I ever use it again.  The green at least I can just scrape by to pay, so I’m going to go with that.”  

He huffs, before snatching the tag from damn near your armpit, “I don’t remember askin’ ya.  If it’s such a problem, just pay me what the other one’s worth.  I’ll handle the difference.”  

He starts walking away, but you make sure to say loudly through your clenched teeth, “You’re such a pushy fucking asshole!”

“Do you, ah, need help with the buttons again.”  You experiment with the dress on you, but the buttons are a fickle thing. “Yeah Eiji, thank you.” He slowly undoes the difficult buttons, “Anytime.”  The soft way he says it feels suggestive, and the briefest drag of his hand against your neck as he pulls his hand away doesn’t help, but he's closing the dressing room right behind him, not giving you a chance to even see if it was intentional or not.

Frustrated, you get dressed back into your cute outfit. Maybe Akio was right, you should be a fucking tease, because this wasn’t fair .  With your boots and purse on, you take the dresses out with you to the front, laying them on the counter, when you feel a weird tremble.

All three of you snap your eyes to one another, “Guys-” “Did you-” “The fuck-”  But another tremor already confirms your suspicions, before emergency lights flash through the building. Then a warning shot cracks through the relevant silence, making the situation clear. Villains .

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“Y/N, stay here and help with evac" Bakugo orders, while Kirishima is already running off.  You bristle at the command, but agree, it is for the best, so you start herding the other civilians to emergency exits. 

It's been quite some time since you've had to do anything remotely close to hero work, but it feels like rediscovering how flexible you still are, you were certain you'd be worse at this than you are.  A lot of the training is still ingrained, and with the exception of one stubborn asshole who wanted to keep shopping, running from store to store is working alright for you.  

The building tremors seem to be picking up frequency, but the gunshots haven’t continued to ring, so you take it as a good sign, but you haven’t really looked for your friends to know one way or another.

Once everything seems clear you go down a level; it’ll be harder for civilians to get up, rather than go down, especially with earthquakes involved.  You see a few people going up the emergency staircase as you're working your way down, using your momentum to open up the door without stopping, bursting into a smoky air.  A long, rifle type gun is laying out on the floor near the staircase, so someone must have been disarmed, and you easily find where the ammunition is, and remove it.  Slinging the strap over your shoulder, the rifle lays against your back, something you know won’t be able to be used against you, or the heroes you came with.

You can hear a lot more action down here, and the ground shaking beneath you feels more profound, but you keep low to avoid the worst of the smoke, and call out in each store, seeing if there are any more stragglers, but store after store seems empty, until you hit a small store that you hear faint cries, but only see toppled over shelves, cracked walls and glass.  Ridiculous amounts of glass and china, broken and everywhere.

“I hear you, I’m heading over, don’t move too much, but let me follow your voice.”

“P-please, we’re over here!”  It sounds like a girl, but who’s voice is already horse from either the smoke or the yelling. “Please, my cousin is hurt.”  You trek carefully over the glass and splintered pieces of wood, until you see her, pressed against what looked like an already facedown bookcase and under a big set of fallen shelves that look like it was made of marble.

“I see ya, stay put,”  You weren’t super strong, but you could still do something, but they way all the rubble was piled up, just slightly elevated because it had partially fallen on something else, it was hard to get into.  “Hey, I have a piece of metal I'm going to put by you so I can get some leverage, so don’t be scared, but be ready to move and help me with your cousin.” She gives an affirmative hum, so you jab the barrel into where she’s trapped, over her shoulder until you can lodge it fairly securely down to the floor, and push the butt of the gun  forward so that the stone shelving slides over the two, sorry three , kids trapped.  The two that are alert are about twelve, and the other about sixteen.

“That isn’t some metal, its a gun!” The girl squeals.” 

“Hey, hey, calm down.  I found it, took out the bullets, and used it like a crowbar to help you guys.  Just don’t want anyone to be scared or have some villains find it and use it against my friends helping everyone right now.  Red Riot and DynaMight are literally doing everything they can right now, and I’m helping with evacuations, so, please trust me.” You put out your hand, “Let me help you up. You guys alright, besides from the shock?”  The boy takes you hand first, surprisingly, nodding, but staying silent, then the girl takes it when you offer your hand again, also nodding, “Okay, good, be careful of the glass.”

You get closer to the older boy, and after a quick evaluation of him, with some poking and prodding, he seems to be okay to move.  You refasten the rifle to your back, before supporting the older boy from under his arm and around his waist. “Alright kids, stay quiet, but let's go.”  The two nod while you drag their cousin, trying to stay as quick as possible.

“Y/N?” Kirishima has two more kids in their teens and an adult with him, “What are you still doing here?”

“Helpin’ Red,” You awkwardly maneuver  the rifle around before deciding to just snap the fasten of the strap, “Take care of this for me? I took out the ammo.” You toss it the short distance to him, and while not fully unbreakable, he is big enough that he crushed most of the body by the trigger like a soda can, and bends the barrel out of shape with no issue. It's unfairly hot to watch, and possibly will be future spank bank material, but now is not the time for that you remind yourself.  “I cleared the second floor then came down, no idea how the third floor’s looking.”

“Guide them out then?  I lost track of the villains, but found these two, made it through most of this floor, so you must have covered the last of it. Backup’s already been called in.” 

You nod, and look at the man, “Hey, support this kid with me? He’s been through a lot, everyone else, stay close, and stay quiet.  Emergency stairs are close,” you point, “This way, everyone.”

“Do you really know DynaMight too, miss?”  The silent boy asks, speaking for the first time, grabbing onto your shirt.

“Oh, yeah, he’s a big ol’ pain in my butt too.” 

The girl giggles, “Of course your favorite hero is a pain in the butt.”  It makes the whole group laugh, minus the unconscious boy between you and the man.

“Yeah, it took a bit of Convincing from Red Riot to make me see he’s kinda like me, and we’ve been pretty good friends since. Only difference is I’m not a pain in the butt.”  

“Does that mean you should be my favorite hero?”

It’s such a genuine question you feel bad for answering with a chuckle, “Aw, that’s sweet but I’m not a hero.”

“You look like a hero to me.” The man says gruffly.

“Let’s me get you all out of here before we start throwing titles around.” You say playfully; honestly you almost said 'let me see if I can get you all out of here,' but these people need reassurance.  You make it  up the first flight of stairs , but just as you start the second, the building shakes violently, causing debris to fall, and the teens all scream. “Guys, we’re almost there, we can do this.” But then a loud bang -a door, not a gun- echoes the staircase, and you just know the situation is changing. “Hey, You touch the taller teen that came from Kirishima, “Hold him up, I’m going to run ahead, make sure everything is clear for you.  The teen listens, taking the battered cousin from you, and you take the stairs two at a time, “C’mon guys, we’re still clear.”

“Your friends will save us right?” the girl says, stumbling to keep up with the rest of the group, but you're still scanning the stairs from above.

“Of course they would, but they wont need to, because we’re saving ourselves.”  Your group makes it to the second level platform, but you can’t help but feel something is off. “C’mon, guys,”  you start ushering them out of the staircase’s already opened door. “Exit is like, 15 meters forward, keep it up, I’m going to make sure there are no stragglers.”

You say that for their peace of mind, the group determinately moving forward, the only exception being the adult looking back for the briefest moment seeing a man hold a gun to the side of your head, urging the group to move faster through the doors.

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“I hear your friends of the heroes down there.”  Stray explosions echo around you still.

“They seem to like me, yeah. Poor taste in my opinion, but…” You shrug, your hands still slightly lifted in surrender.

“Sounds like you're the perfect hostage then,” He pushes the gun further into your right temple.

“I promise you, that isn't the case, so-”

“Don’t give a fuck what you think, Sweetheart, so do yourself a favor and be quiet before I have to hurt ya.”  He isn’t a particularly big man, but struggling with him is going to take longer than it’s worth, as the ground rumbles again.

“Really? You gonna waste a bullet on me, Sweetheart ?” You lay the sarcasm on thick, “Dead makes me an even worse hostage, in case this is your first romp into villainy”

The man visibly bristles, bringing the gun down to hammer into the top of your head “Didn’t I tell you to shut-” But your Feedback stopped him cold, transferring and amplifying the damage you would have taken.  A couple of gentle touches to the top of your head and you think you're fine. It gives you a weird flashback to Viktor breaking his jaw, but there’s no time to dwell on that.

You separate the magazine, and put both that and the gun in separate back pockets; controlling power, in this particular case, weapons, is absolutely vital.  The smoke is a lot thinner, thankfully, so you lean over the banister, finding Kirishima piling a third man over with his partners.  You take the risk of yelling down, “Hey Red, how’re we doing?”

“These are the only guys left, down here!”

“Should I toss some dead weight down there? Not sure how long he’ll be out cold for.”

“You can toss ‘im, I’m babysitting anyway.” With a nod you maneuver the unconscious man into a bridal hold, over the banister, and drop him the short distance down into Kirishima’s arms, who absorbs him with nothing more than a grunt, and carries him over to his cohorts. 

“What about another empty gun for crushing?”  He nods so you carefully toss it, checking the safety is on, again due to paranoia, “I’m going to make my way up, make sure everyone’s out.”

The main thought you have is fuck cardio as you make your way up even more, now shaking stairs, but at least your training is already paying off.  There's a bunch of low-level noises, probably a fight just from the sounds of it, so you take off in search of people, especially seeing how badly the third floor was compared to the others.

Glass shattering breaks through your single-minded task of searching, compulsively making you run out of the store.  You find Bakugo and a man thrashing around on the ground, a surprisingly low damage fight. “DynaMight!  Need any help, or is he the only one here?”

“Y/N? Get outta here you fuckin’ dumbass.”  He struggles to get a proper hold on the villain who’s just as big as he is, but gets a solid punch to the face as a reward.

You can’t help your startled exclamation of “Katsuki!” making your way over.

“Get outta here! He can redirect my quirk! This is over your head!”  

The man gets his way out of Bakugo’s hold, and scrambles your way to get away from him, with an out of breath command of, “Move!”

“So you aren’t the ground shaker?”  You ask softly, more thinking out loud.  Bakugo is blasting himself up on his feet, trying to make his way over, but the villain seemed to be waiting for some ammunition from the blonde, because he immediately chokes out Bakugo’s power and instead has it blooming from both his hands, one hand back toward Bakugo, and the other forward, only a meter in front of your face.

You feel the heat engulf you, but you keep moving through it, uncomfortably hot, but not hurt, knowing he’s definitely in pain based on the cries, and landing a solid punch, knocking him back onto the floor, “Stay down, or it’ll feel like I shattered your legs, on top of that nasty burn feeling, okay?”  A broken whimper comes out of his throat, which you take as an affirmative.

You take a quick assessment of yourself, and besides for the bad singeing of your clothes, and you imagine your hair too, you’re okay.  “You alright?” Bakugo’s hand lays heavily on your shoulder.

“Yeah, but then where's the earthquake quirk? It’s been dying down, but Red has four men he’s watching, this guy, yet when I was coming up here, the staircase was trembling.”  You cock your head slightly in thought, “Actually, I can just be out of shape still now thinking about it.  It was a lot less intense than earlier.”

Bakugo snorts, “I think you know the difference between your legs trembling, and the building.” He exhales, “Backup should’ve been here by now.  Once the lights went off, it should have alerted local police at minimum.”  You hear a distant, almost groaning sound of metal, and snap your head around, “What is it-”

“Move!” You elbow him out of the way as a good piece of support beam is hurdled your way, an amalgamation  that awkwardly hits into you of cement and rebar, melting and crumbling as it does so.  

“Y/N!”You cough, winded, but see a woman run off, braid flying behind her.  You nod mechanically and tip your head meaningfully, still trying to catch your breath.  She must be able to either control metal or cement, and that was causing all the ruckus, not actual earthquakes, regardless though, Bakugo is after her.

With Bakugo after the woman, the man tries to get up, but you use your quirk to make his nerves feel just enough pain, he cries out and is forced back to the ground.  The hazard lights turn off finally, and you take that as a sign that backup finally arrived.  You look down at yourself and see what a mess you are.  The outfit is ruined between burns, tears and dirt.  It seems like a silly thing, but it was some of your nicest looking things, and they’re ruined , and you feel like utter shit over something trivial.  Your skin has minor imprints and scrapes from being hit, but with a good night’s sleep you know it’ll be a thing of the past.

Police end up collecting you and the man, who checked with you before moving this time, putting you both in cuffs.  “Hey, I’m not-” But the gruff old police man on the scene cuts you off by telling the fresh faced officer to ignore you and carry on.  You figure it’d probably be a touch better to comply then tear into them, so you bite your tongue as the older officer lectures you about vigilantism. By the time you make it out of the building you see crowds of people who were evacuated, interested people from the public,and a few news crews.

“Oi!  Why is Y/N in cuffs? Get her out!”  Bakugo and Kirishima both make their way over, a woman in uniform following behind them. “She saved my ass back there and your dumbasses have her in cuffs ?” Bakugo continues ripping into the officers around you.

“Hey, you okay?” Kirishima asks softly, running his hand from your elbow to your forearm.

“Yeah, I’m fine Eiji,” You say, a touch flustered. A bright light light stuns you for a moment, making spots dance over your sight, as you feel your wrists getting released.

“Ma’am? Miss? Who’s sidekick are you?”  You hear a woman shout your way.

“I’m not a sidekick.” You reply still slightly dazed.

“A new hero?”

“What? No. I’m not.” You start putting some distance between you and her cameraman.

“A vigilante?”  She tries closing the distance you’re making.

“No, besides, I’m licensed…”

“Fuck off extra! She’s already walking away!”  Bakugo curls his arm around you defensively, making an effective barrier between you and the camera.  Kirishima flanks your other side in the same way, and you use them as a guide to get away.

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At Todoroki’s later that night, your phone is constantly getting texts. Apparently news outlets have gotten security footage, so you were at the very beginning of your fifteen minutes of fame.  

Akio, of course, was the first person to reach out, with an actual call, on the edge of hysterics.  He didn't know you in highschool, so you gently reminded him you've done this before, but that he's your emergency contact if anything ever did happen.  It soothed him enough to get back to work, but he still was much more active in texting you all night.

Lots of clips circulating were of you in handcuffs, only for Bakugo to come over tearing into everyone.  Speculation revolving around you three's relationship.  The most popular theory is you are in fact an underground hero, which is why the two were so protective of you from the cameras.

There were some rumors that you were their plaything; all raunchy, some flattering, others not so much.  

[Eiji]

Hey, just got home

I know I asked in the car

But are you okay?  

 You decide a call would be better, and Kirishima picks right up, almost out of breath, half shouting into the receiver, "Y/N?" 

"Hey are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah, just wasn't expecting your call… you are okay, right?"

"Yes Eiji. I'm just… overwhelmed?" He hums in acknowledgement, so you continue, "I never been one for the spotlight really. When I worked it was all underground. Not used to interacting with the public."

"It'll get easier, but until then, I got your back!"

His enthusiasm is  even infectious over the phone, "Thank you, Eiji, I'll be sure to keep that in mind." 

“Hey, you should come over after Bakubro’s parent’s party.  We can just unwind, and I get off around noon.”

“That sounds good, I’ll see you then. Thanks for checking up on me.”

“Of course,” His tone has a soft bashful lilt to it, “Wouldn’t be very manly if I didn’t check up on you.” The line goes quiet for a bit, before he picks up softly, “Hey, Y/N? Sweet dreams.”

“You too Eiji, sleep well.”

“I will now, knowing you’re okay, goodnight.” The line goes dead, and you stare blankly at your phone, notifications piling up.

[KioKioKioKio]

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|I thought Bakugo would be the kind to keep you in cuffs, not break you out of them

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|I will end you

|Mortified enough as is 💀⚰️

It’s a few hours of endless doom scrolling for you when you hear a soft knock, “Yeah?”

“Y/N? I hope I didn’t wake you.”  The door opens a touch, before Todoroki pops his head in.  “I wanted to check in now that I’m off and can verify you aren’t just brushing me off via text.” the thought makes you chuckle, and you wave him in, sitting up from your laying position.  He comes in holding garment bags, “When they were done clearing the building, apparently they found property addressed to one Katsuki Bakugo.  He requested I bring it to you, rather than dropping it off.”  

He puts the bags at your feet, and after unzipping it, the first one was the red dress that was too long.  He got all three dresses?  You try each bag, and sure as shit, the pushy bastard got each one you tried. “Thank you Shoto. I am, though, fine.  No real pain or injuries.”

He nods, “That’s good at least, but I'm more meant with the media.  I saw the clips, and you being ushered away.”

You shrug your shoulders, “Wasn’t prepared for it, but I’m fine.”

“Good. You did well out there Y/N. Goodnight.”

“Thanks, goodnight Shoto.”  You lay back down after making sure the dresses are put away.

[Y/N]

I got the dresses

You’re still a pushy asshole

But thanks, see you tomorrow

Bakugo doesn’t read your messages until much later though.  He’s too busy watching the security footage, and playing back his own recollection of you, pumping his cock furiously. He wasn’t expecting to see you in your element.  Sparring with Midoriya was one thing, but the bit of fighting you did do, and the methodical way you went through the building, and helping civilians, even over the shitty quality in some of the smokier shots, it was working for him.  His favorite though, was after you being hit, getting back up, and with a head tilt sending him back to task. Fuck and that dress… he cums all over himself at the thought. He couldn’t wait to take it off you…

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Normally you don’t really ‘dress up’ outside the occasional time ‘Kio dragged you out, or worked somewhere more upclass, but seeing as this part was for designers, and clearly Bakugo cares about not embarrassing his family, you took extra long to make sure your makeup was perfect, despite being a bit more dramatic than  your normal looks.

You put on a few thin simple rings, and a pair of earrings that studs were of small silver snakes, which you could only see in detail up close, that had big dangling amethyst looking crystals from them. You slip into the black dress, carefully, throw on your simple black platform pumps, and then slip your still damp hair up, so it falls in artfully tamed curls.

You don’t even bother with the buttons, knowing it's a lost cause, and focus instead on trying to make a clutch bag work for you.  You like to be prepared, and with less space, it inherently feels like you're less prepared, but you make due with your ID, cash, card, your liquid lipstick and eyeliner, it leaves just enough room for your phone.

Bakugo's contact lights up your phone, and you swipe to answer, "Hello?"

"You ready?”

“Why, Katsuki, always the gentleman. I'm doing fantastic today, now that I've had a proper funeral for my outfit last night.”

You hear him suck his teeth, “Why is it so difficult for you to answer questions? Are you done, woman?" 

"Not done mourning, no, it was really a cute outfit."

"I'm going to take it that you're ready. I'll be pulling up in about twenty minutes.” He sounds exasperated with you already.

“Sir, yes sir. I'll be outside waiting.” you say with a faux seriousness and hang up.  You run into Todoroki in the kitchen, “Good almost afternoon Shoto, mid day patrol today, right?” He hums an affirmative into his tea, “Then stay safe. Oh! Two quick questions, one, can you do these buttons for me, and two, did you see the text I sent about moving monday? I know it was surrounded in dumb memes and whatnot, but I do want to make sure you know.”

He moves behind you and you move your hair so he can get to the buttons, seemingly doing the first without issue. “Yes, I did see that, I was trying to see if I could maybe get an earlier patrol Monday so I could help.” 

“Oh, please, don’t worry about helping, but I do want to make sure I give you a heads up, most likely movers and I will swing by to help pick up my couple of boxes here.”

“No need, my door is always open, concentrate on the long move, I can always come over with your few boxes and bags at any time.”  He finally gets the second button done for you, “There you are.  You look very different like this.”

You can’t help but laugh, “No I don’t, but I’ll assume it was a compliment, so thank you.”  Three firm bangs on the door catch both your attention. “Bakugo said twenty minutes, it couldn’t have even been seven.”

“I think you’ll find Bakugo is a very impatient man when excited.” You raise an eyebrow at Todoroki’s retreating form, following him to the door. “Bakugo.” He gestures for the blonde to come in.

“Icyhot.” He huffs, taking all of two steps in adorn in an orange suit with a black collared shirt underneath, before stopping short at the sight of you.  You were more intoxicating than that night he met you at the club, that night he took you home.

The silence unnerves you though, “What, is it too distracting,” You cover your slightly wounded shoulder, where rebar had pushed into your skin, but was destroying itself due to your quirk, so couldn’t get past skin deep, “I can put some concealer to minimize it.”

“You’re fucking stupid if you think you need to cover that, let’s go, sooner we get there, sooner I can leave.” He stomps right back out.

“Impatient,” Todoroki reiterates, “Have a good time, my dear robot friend, something tells me you will need it.”  You snort and wave at him, following Bakugo out to his car, carefully getting in, making sure the dress doesn’t clip in his doors before buckling yourself in.  It’s a pleasantly quiet ride, you humming along to almost every song that played on the way.

After casually threatening the valet over the safety of his car, you climb out seeing he is, in fact, going to hand over his keys.  He jumped when he turned, and saw you were right there, making you grin.  “Next time, don’t spend so much time scaring the shit out of the help.”  He grumbles and holds out his arm, which you take, walking up to a beautiful venue.

He guides you through a well manicured lawn, barely acknowledging anyone who approaches, with the exception of waiters that he takes hors d'oeuvres and flutes of champagne. While your being guided around, you can feel eyes follow you two around.  You know you’re here with the son of the heads of the company the party is for, but it’s almost as unnerving as being in front of the cameras last night.

A man approaches you, “Wow it’s been years since-”

With complete disregard for anything the man could have said, Bakugo cuts right in, “Not now Extra, ‘m lookin’ for my parents.”

“Oh, uh, last I saw them they were inside…”

Bakugo nods and pivots, walking off with your arm still snug in the crook of his elbow, “Y’know, I know you didn’t want to come, but if you slow down a bit, maybe you can actually enjoy yourself.”

“I can think of a much better way to enjoy myself ,” He whispers gruffly, making you shiver, the implication loud and clear.

“Yeah, about that, Kats-”

“Katsuki!”  You both turn to an excited blonde, who clearly, despite looking young still, has too many noticeably similar features to be anything else other that Bakugo’s mother, “I heard you had showed up, and with a girl, and couldn’t believe it was anything other than a rumor.”

“What the hell do you mean by that, you old hag! You threatened me to come!”  A brunette man closes in, looking a bit out of breath, fixing his glasses, “Y/N, the old, loud hag is my mother, Mitsuki Bakugo, and this is my father Masaru Bakugo.” 

He’s mother’s expression at his introduction makes you chuckle. “Hi, I’m Y/N, glad to see your son is this charming with everyone.”

Your sarcasm makes her laugh, and Masaru shakes your hand, “Very nice to meet you.”

“Hey! Wait, aren’t you the girl from last night?” Mitsuki cuts right in, shaking your hand, “You helped my boy yesterday!”

“Um, yeah…”

She brings you into a hug, “Thank you! It’s always good to know someone is looking out for my blockhead of a son!.”

“Oi! I had that handled.”

“Yes, yes, we all know you’re big and strong.” You placate him, jokingly “You’re son can be such a pushy bastard though, told me to leave when I made my way up to him.  Almost as bad as when he insisted earlier that night I try on this hideous orange dress, that definitely wouldn't have gone with my complexion.”

Masaru is stunned silent, but Mitsuki tries not to giggle, taking  your arm and leading you forward, making you drop your other hand from Bakugo’s elbow, “Oh, I like you, you have backbone.” Another small laugh takes her before she adds in a conspiratorial whisper, “Let’s get a drink, and I can tell you a whole bunch of embarrassing stories about my son.”

“You can’t just take my friend like that!” Bakugo tries, but you and Mitsuki are entirely unphased by the outburst, forcing him to follow.

“So, how do you know my son?”

“Well, we met at my job, he made an absolutely horrible first impression, but I met a whole group of his friends, and they tried to convince me it was just a bad day for him. They were all very nice, so I gave him a chance out of obligation, but I guess it didn’t turn out too bad. He’s an okay friend.” You theatrically roll your eyes.

“Okay friend my ass .” You snort at his protest.

“Friend? Well you’re the first girl he’s brought around without it being in a group.”

“Mitsuki!” Masaru chastises.

“What, I’d be fine if he brought a guy, but I’ve never even seen him kiss, guy or girl, to maybe think he might settle down.”  

Both Bakugo men squawk, but you really can’t help laughing. “Hot, I’d watch him make out with a guy, but for his sake maybe you shouldn’t torment your son  quite so much, though I do understand the appeal.  Besides, I’m pretty sure if this is the test run of ‘meeting the parents’ your son’s going to die alone, and he needs all the help he can get.”

Mitsuki doesn’t even try to hold back her laugh, and even Masaru can’t help the little snort that escapes him, but seeing you comfortable with his parents, even though he wishes it weren’t at his expense, and for the first time, the title of soulmate feels right .   Sure, you take a while to warm up to new people, but you're capable and don’t back down from anything.  The clever, sharp mind, that sometimes follows through with a sharp as fuck tongue.  It’s refreshing to see you once you get past the barriers, the you he saw with Akio behind the bar that first night, rather than the quiet you when you joined the group.

He watches how his mother genuinely asks about you, your moving, your friend, and how she doesn’t try and tease either of you about being friends, or anything more, surprised how well she could take your suggestion.  He knows he gets his bullheadedness from his mother, so for you to actually hold any sway is a surprise.

You're still linked arm in arm with Mitsuki, when a photographer comes over, asking for a shot of your group, which you try and slip out of, but between Mitsuki on one side and Katsuki on the other, they pin you between them, and you can only pray the photo doesn’t end up looking like a hostage situation.  Granted, if it does end up looking like a hostage situation, maybe it’ll never see the light of day.

It's clear his parents can no longer hold off on interacting with their other guests, as more and more people approach the table.  You scoot closer to Bakugo, more than happy to stay on the sidelines, just quietly talking about how stupid it was to come, clearly neither of you were needed , but you catch him off guard, "It was nice to meet your parents.  Your father’s a little quiet, but I know I get like that too with new people, or people I don't particularly like, and your mother is a trip!”

“Don’t let her hear you say that, it’ll give her an even bigger ego.” He grumbles childishly.

The smug smile you give him is damn near blinding, when you finish your little fit of laughter, “Very ‘pot calling the kettle black’ of you, no?”

“Hey, Miss?”  He sees you go ridged, and turn to the stranger who’s approached your table. “You’re the vigilante from last night, right?”

“Uh, no, I’m no vigilante, but I was at that mall yesterday, if that’s what you're asking.”

“A lot of people are curious about you, Miss, not everyone can keep up with DynaMight and Red Riot. Can I get your name? Don’t think I heard one from the news coverage.”

“Thank you, but right now, I’m a private citizen, and would like to stay as such.” You softly dismiss him.

When the man goes to protest, Bakugo cuts right in, with an air of finality, “The woman said ‘fuck off’.” The man’s gaze goes to you to confirm, and when you don’t ask for him to stay, he wanders off before the situation can escalate. “Fuckn’ extra.”

“Wonder how long I can keep the wolves at bay.  If this project gets off the ground, I'm sure the press will only get more aggressive.  At least, he gave me press vibes.”  Bakugo of course didn’t care what kind of interest he had, just knew that it was too much, and you were getting uncomfortable.  Mitsuki, grabs your shoulder, making you hiss, as it just pressed into your rebar wound.  “Sorry! That didn’t hurt, it just caught me off guard.”

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to, just wanted to take a walk, show you something… get away from,”  she gestures at the crowd slowly getting closer to the table, “ this .  The boys can handle the table. ”

You nod, and get up, “All right,” You get up, take your clutch, and she takes your arm again, and you turn to Bakugo, just before leaving, “I’ll be back.”

Mitsuki whispers conspiratorially, “You look amazing, by the way.  I figured I could give you a sneak peak of what we’d unveil tonight.  I think you’ll-”

“Oh no,” You mutter, stopping short, stopping Mitsuki with you.

“What’s wrong, Honey?”

“I… I have to go, that’s  my cousin, and we don’t get along. I really don’t want to ruin your company party , because [Lily] and I don’t mix well.”

[Y/N]

Eiji?

Any way you can pick me up ASAP?

I see my cousin here

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Mitsuki nods, looking into the crowd of people, but not seeing anyone distinctive enough to be family, before turning to walk back with you, “Okay, I mean, I’m sure you can be civil, but we can get you out of here.” 

“Civil isn’t really [Lily’s] style, and I… don’t really feel like being the bigger person after the last time I saw her.  I don't like the person she brings out of me.”

[Eiji]

Absolutely

Send me the location

You send it off quickly, and text Bakugo, despite making your way over.

[Y/N]

Gotta go

Someone is here I rather avoid

Got a ride, heading back with your mother

“Excuse me? Mitsuki? Uh, Mrs. Bakugo?”

She stops, and looks back, but you already recognize the voice, “I’m going to take off Mitsuki…” You mutter unobtrusively, already seeing Bakugo stomping his way over

“Oh it’s so nice to meet you, I’m Lily Ito, you might know me as the sidekick Hydrangea, I was hoping to run  into you-” She sees Mitsuki look at you worriedly, and immediately get distracted, seeing it's you, “Who’d you sleep with to get in here.”

You sigh, Bakugo just making his way over,“[Lily], don’t you have some sloppy seconds of mine to cockwarm?” Mitsuki gasps, and Bakugo snorts, putting a hand on your shoulder.

“I told you, say my name in Japanese, or don’t say it at all,” You roll your eyes, “Good to see though you still only sleep top heroes to get your way through life.”

You drop your voice, trying not to make a scene, “Fuck you, that three digit nobody didn’t do anything for me but make you a bigger pain in my ass.  You’re just mad that I’ve done more for my career in a night , then you or that stupid son of a bitch have in what, a decade?”

“Don’t waste your time on an extra,” Bakugo taps your shoulder, trying to ground you, and you let him pull you away from a still flustered Lily and an astonished Mitsuki.  When you’re finally alone he asks, “What was that?”  

“Family. Lots of bad blood, obviously.”

“No kidding.  That was… surprisingly catty.”

“Yeah,” You sigh, “Apologize to your mom for me?  I tried to get out of there…” You run your nails over your scalp, stressed, smoothing out your hair unnecessarily.

“Hey, we can get out of here-”

“No, no, no, you stay.  Don’t let me ruin this for them.  Eiji is already on his way, anyhow, can’t have him turn around for no reason, right?”  You force a chuckle. “But hey, at least you weren’t bored, so, mission accomplished.”  You sit at a bench near the front where the valet is.  “I’m… I’m just going to wait here, try and stay away from everyone...”

“Like I'm not going to wait here for Shitty Hair to come.  What if she comes out?  Then I’d miss the real show.” He gives you a cocky smirk, that you mirror weakly.

“Asshole.” He sits down next to you, aware of your tense silence, but unsure how to bridge the gap. He watches you close yourself off, pouting, and nervously rocking one foot from toe to heel, and back again, only to snap completely upright when Kirishima’s car graces the property.  “Thanks for waiting with me. Oh, and don’t forget to apologize for me?  Or better yet, You can have your mother call me, and I’ll apologize.”

“No one cares, Y/N, but I’ll let her know.”

“Thank you, Katsuki,”  You all but jump into Kirishima’s car the second he stops the vehicle, going to gather the skirt, but Bakugo is already helping and closing the door behind you. Kirishima waves, but a look of seriousness passes between the heroes, before the car takes back off, carrying you away, and leaving Bakugo to head back to his parents.

When he gets back, he’s parents are surrounded by a small group of six others, all talking animatedly amongst themselves.  “Oh, honey, is Y/N okay?” His mother asks.

“Honestly, dunno. Never seen her really… shaken like that, and I’ve seen her under fire.  She told me to tell you she was sorry though about that...  That you can call her if you wanna hear it from her.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet!” A woman around his age coos.  “My mother and I were mortified when we saw that, but you can see how Lily was ready to escalate everything.”

“Very poor manners.” A slightly older man agrees.

“Not that what your date had said was exactly appropriate .” A different woman sneers.

Bakugo bites down on his lip, trying to keep his anger in check, his mother seemingly doing the same.  “That’s enough.  Y/N tried to excuse herself when she saw Lily, she even told my wife it’d probably be an issue when she went to leave.  Lily was the one who caused a scene when Y/N walked away, and Lily was not even invited, but was a guest of an attendee.”

“The same was true of your boy’s date.”

“You got something to say, Lady?” Bakugo threatens through gritted teeth.

“Hey! Walk me to the refreshments?” The younger woman asks, letting go of what is presumably her mother, “Clearly, they have some business to discuss.” She says to the remainder of the group, pointedly.  She starts to walk away, and Bakugo  follows after giving the rude woman a nasty glare.  “With the exception of your parents, and my mother, the older crowd really loves to drag out the silliest things, but, as someone with the lowest seniority, I suppose I have to deal with their tantrums.”

“I’m sorry, you are?” 

“Miho.  We’ve met before, the girl with the soulmate quirk? Or, at least, that’s what I called it at the time...”

“What does that mean?”  He says, stopping.

“Well, at the time, I thought it was a soulmate quirk, turns out, my quirk, and love, is a lot more complicated than that.  I can see glimpses of big events in people's lives, but as a love obsessed little girl, the thing I tended to hone in on was love.”  Miho takes a small plate and picks at the hors d'oeuvres laid out.  “Fun surprise when my then married aunt and uncle moved back to Japan from Germany, and she was the love of his life, but he wasn’t the love of hers .  Awful thing really.  Apparently hers was a childhood friend who had died in her teens.  They were very awkward around the holidays after all that.”

“I can imagine…”  Bakugo feels as if he’s been force fed lead though.  He just got comfortable with the thought of a soulmate, of you as a soulmate, and suddenly, you’re no longer a guarantee. 

“Yeah, about a year after that I got a glimpse of a house fire my best friend was supposed to be in, but, luckily, he believed me when I told him he couldn’t go home with his parents.  Small miracles, but my quirk is so hard to try and focus on anything major, I rarely use it, just kind of let it come to me.”

Bakugo swallows thickly, absentmindedly repeating, “I can imagine.”

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“Did she see you?”

“Yeah, she definitely did, and started a fight, and I stooped to her level, and…” You sigh, “And I feel really bad about it.” You explain exactly what happened, not mincing the awful things you’ve said, slouching further and further into the seat.

Keeping his eyes on the road, he reaches over blindly, grabbing just above your elbow, before stroking down, and entwining your hand in his own.  “Don’t feel too bad, if any of the Bakugo’s were truly mad about it, believe me, you’d know.”  He gently squeezes your hand, and you can feel your heartbeat race, flustered, despite it just pounding in anger. “Tell you what, how does going out  for an early dinner sound? Then we can go back to mine, watch a movie or something, and just relax?”

“That sounds like the distraction I need, Eiji. Thank you.”

“Anything for you.”  He says it softly, with no hesitation, and you’re sure he can feel the heat rise to your face from your still entwined hands.  Your content just sitting there, hand in hand, not even feeling the need to check on your phone, which would probably be a helping distraction, until you started eventually doom scrolling again.

Once he makes it back to the district, he squeezes your hand again.  “I gotta make a quick call upstairs and change, do you mind staying in the lobby, or I can even leave you the keys if you don’t mind a few minutes in here.”

“Take your time, I’ll stay in the car.”

“Okay,” He parks just out on the street, “be right back.” He gives you a peck on the cheek and scurries away.  You raise the radio a touch, just to do something with the nervous energy, before deciding to reach out to Akio.

He picks up on the second ring, “I was just about to text you, guess what?”

“What?”

“So that club that Bakugo picked you up at-”

“Is that how we’re referring to it now?”

“Shut up, no, because we’re referring to it as my new job! Full time, friends get VIP treatment, and I start the Monday after we move!” 

“‘Kio! That’s great!  I mean that sucks, our schedules will be opposite each other mostly, but literally we couldn’t ask for more from such a big move!”

“Right?" He asks excitedly, before calming bac down, "So... what’s up with you?  You scared the shit out of me last night, and you’re calling me today...?”

“Ugh, so, short story, went to a company party with Bakugo, ran into [Lily], things got a bit nasty, not too out of hand, but… nasty.”

“Did you punch her?”

“No.”

“You should have. I mean, it isn’t like Bakugo could have passed judgement.  Even if he did, doubt you give a flying fuck.”

“You know I never went out of my way to step on toes though.”

“Fair, fair, I have a shift in a bit, but if you need, I can call out, we can watch TV, have a last sleepover in my shitty room?”

“Thanks ‘Kio, but Kirishima bailed me out, so mak-

“So you have a better sleepover to attend, hear you loud and clear,”

“‘Kio!”

“Y’know, Y/N, gotta say, happy you’re back out there, riding dick again, but I gotta say, I'm impressed watching you work from the sidelines.”

“I got laid twice by one guy -” 

“One hot, overly aggressive guy,” 

“Shut it, and I was just getting a little -” 

“Very.” 

“Messy, emotionally, because he happened to get a bit sweet when he was about to put it down on me, meanwhile I was a mess over his super sweet friend that I thought we had both misread.”

“Babe, I get that, I really do, but that doesn’t change the fact that if Kiri asks you to ride, you're taking that pass, meanwhile you still have Bakugo sniffing for more.  Don’t think he’s the type to really let a fling go to a big public thing.”

“Akio. I’m literally taking the boy at his word here.”

You hear him tut disapprovingly on the other end of the line, “I know, you’re real big on the benefit of the doubt, but you also know people aren’t always honest.”

You laugh, “Of course I know that, but I already let him hit, unless he’s got something incurable down there that he gave me, what good is dishonestly gonna do him?”

“Don’t joke like that, you’re going to jinx yourself.  Then I’d have to kill him, and work crunching numbers like, the mob or something, just to have protection.”

“Oh, so hard , being surrounded by bad boys who are dressed sharp, like that isn’t one of your wettest dreams.”

“Like that isn’t one of your wettest dreams!”

“Never been ashamed to say I like hot bad boys, but my only other type is like, adorable cinnamon rolls, so… it evens out as an okay taste in men.”  

He snorts, “Whatever gets you through the day.  Send me a snap of whatever you’re wearing. I’m going to think you're hiding something from me at this rate, going to parties, having sleepovers.”

“No one said I’m sleeping over!” Kirishima knocks on the window, startling you, but you immediately unlock his car, “Talk to you later Akio!”

“Bye Kirishima!” Akio screams into your ear, making Kirishima laugh.

“Bye ‘Kio!”  He hangs up on his end, and you look over at Kirishima, now in a blazer, with his hair down, a simple shirt, and nice pants.  He looks good , and you tell him as much, and maybe you're projecting, but you swear he squirms a bit at the praise. “Well, couldn’t let you in that dress go to waste.  You look amazing, and I thought, it’d be nice to take you somewhere where it’d be appreciated.  So, uh, let’s go.”

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It's a huge glass faced building Kirishima stops in front of,  handing his keys off with little fuss and opening your door for you before you could even get over the awe of looking at the building. 

With a wide smile, he takes your hands, helping you out of his car, and walking you into the building.  You're both escorted directly upstairs, where besides for the hostess who was walking you to the table, you and Kirishima are entirely alone. Every table is empty, just covered in tablecloths, but there is one with tealight candles lit surrounding a centerpiece of roses, with a huge bouquet of even more roses on one of the chairs.

Clearly this place is striving for prestige, with its glass walls,  glass staircase, and long chandeliers running from the ceiling past the second floor.  The view of the city was gorgeous, you can only imagine how it would light up at night, and from the second floor, you can see the modestly busy hustle of the floor below, and hear the live music being played below.

"Eiji, this is…" 'too much' is what came came to mind, but looking at him, looking at how excited he was looking back at you, "Amazing. I’m… speechless.”

“Good,” He guides you to your seat, pulling out the chair, and laying the bouquet over the corner of the table, and pushing in your chair after you, before moving his own seat closer to you.  “I was thinking… you, you never got a shot at dating, right? Like, ah… actual dating…?”

The question catches you so off guard, it takes a few seconds for you to process, “No, I suppose I can’t say I’ve actually dated…”

“Well,” He runs his fingers nervously through his hair, “I was… I was hoping I could maybe give you that experience. The whole experience.” He cups your cheek, which you're sure is hot enough to burn him, “I know…” He huffs, frustrated, which is such a turn of emotion from where he just was, it startles you.

You bump your shoe into his as you lean further into his hand, and urging him on, with a soft smile, “You know…?”

He returns with an uncomfortable smirk, rubbing his thumb over your cheek twice before pulling his hand away, “I know it wasn’t very manly, the way I reacted when…  But, but I missed you… The silly texts, the dumb memes that we send… And… And even though it hurt to think about, I still… I still wanted to be the one to give you the right experience.. The nerves, the anticipation, the laughs, some spoiling… maybe even real love…?”

“Eiji,” You say as steadily as you can, “My answer never changed, I’d love to date you.  I didn’t need all this, but I appreciate it all the same.” You entwine a hand with his, which he takes firmly.  “I was never mad, I was just upset with myself that I had hurt you.”

“Y/N...”  

A loud clearing of someone’s throat, breaks you both out of your bubble, bringing your attention to a waitress, probably around your age is standing awkwardly about two tables away, not making eye contact, trying to still give some sort of privacy, “Sorry, don’t want to be rude or interrupt, just checking in on you two.”  Kirishima recovers easily, waving her over, and she approaches, putting down a pitcher of a deep red drink with fruit and a large glass bottle of water. “This was the berry Sangria that was discussed with the reservation.” She pours into the glasses that were already set at the table, before setting down some menus, and disappearing again.

“You ordered Sangria with the reservation..?”

“And the, uh, flowers, when I went upstairs, but you don’t have to drink this, got it because I asked what they’d recommend based on -”

You giggle, already knowing he was looking for something that might match your preference, “Eiji, have I mentioned you’re the sweetest person I think I’ve ever met?”

You see the color rise in his cheeks, as he gives you a shy smile, “You might have mentioned it once or twice.”

“Good.  I want you to remember that, and that… that I value that about you. ‘M not really good with feelings, or romance, but…” You exhale, trying to get something sincere and coherent together in your mind.

“That’s okay! I think that it’s something we can work on together.” He seems almost insistent, as if he doesn’t understand quite how on board you are.

“I want that.”  He tries to hide his pleased smile behind his cup, taking a quick sip of the sangria.  You follow his lead, taking a sip of your own, surprised it’s probably the best wine mix you’ve ever had.

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The tealights had burned out, and you were still enjoying your time at the table.  Plates upon plates of all types of food were brought out, all in small portions, but enough for you to both share.  Not everything is to your taste, but Kirishima doesn’t judge you, teasing you playfully at some of your reactions.  Your chest is warm, just enjoying how the day went from something horrible, to amazing as the sun sunk in the sky, and the view of the city was slowly lighting up for a gorgeous nighttime view, still alone on the top floor. 

As different desserts are being brought out, your showing him some of the office things you’ve gotten, “So I’m really stuck on ordering either this one,” You show him the sample you had saved earlier that week that has what looks like geode clusters across the bottom that then looks to have some stray pieces of crystal in the rest of glass  that has the sample name etched in, “Or this one,”  the second is all glass, in the same block formation as the first, but the outside edges both have a few centimeters of stained glass. “I feel like the second is more professional, but I just really like that first one.”

“Definitely the gemstone one.” He hums thoughtfully, “In fact, I think Gemstone suits you.  A little rough, but tough and beautiful.”

You sputter, trying not to drown in embarrassment, “Eiji! You can’t,” You exhale sharply, “You can’t say shit like that!”

“Aw, can’t take a compliment, Gorgeous?”

“No! I can’t!” You stubbornly take a scoop of a mini mousse cup that’s laid out, and avoid eye contact like the grown woman you are , but Kirishima laughs it off.

“It’s okay, well work on getting you used to compliments, alright Gemstone?” But when you squawk his name again, he only laughs harder, “Hey, do you still want to do a movie at my place? Just… relax?”

“Think we could finish that movie we ended up talking through?” You ask with a snort.

He seems lost for a moment, when it hits him, the night you both shared insecurities with each other.  Him, standing in his friend's shadow, and you, haunted by your own past.  “We can definitely finish what we started.” Something in his tone makes heat rise to your face again, “Want anything before we go?”

“I’m beyond content, although I’m kicking myself for not trying every dessert, but there's no more room.” You rub against your stomach, “I wasted all my space on this delicious sangria.”

“We can take it, they have to bring the car anyway. It’s not like I didn’t pay for it already.  Whatever you want is yours.”

“And what if I’m greedy?” You ask teasingly.

“I stand by what I said.  Whatever you want is yours .”

You try not to get flustered by the gravity of what he said, “You’re too sweet.  I’m going to be heartbroken when you realize you deserve a lot better than me.”

“Guess you just got to enjoy it, until I wise up.  Fair warning though, Bakubro calls me a ‘dense fucking idiot’ all the time.”  It’s entirely a lighthearted statement, but you melt at his sweet words, just the same.  They definitely bring out more than they wrap up, handing him both the bag and keys once the car is pulled up.  He helps you in, passing you the bag before climbing in himself.

Your phone lights up on the way back, and on seeing Bakugo’s contact, you answer, “Hello? Katsuki?”

“Mitsuki, how are you Honey?”

“Oh, Mitsuki! I’m so sorry . I didn-”

“Y/N, I’m not mad.  Everything just wrapped up, so it’s the first chance I got to reach out, but I know you tried to avoid it.  I actually feel a little bad that I said I’m sure you can be civil, only for that to unfold… Do you know she was hoping to model for the company?”

“No, I had no idea.”

“Yeah, she still lingered after that outburst, and caught up with Masaru.  Wanted to see if maybe we can work out a contract, the nerve… But you never answered, how are you?”

“Well, a little embarrassed, extremely guilty.  I really didn’t mean for all that, but other than that, Kirishima really came through and saved my day.”  You reach over and touch him briefly in a silent acknowledgement.

“That’s good at least.  No need to feel bad though, only a handful of people heard what was said, and I personally found it fucking hilarious once the shock wore off.  I just still can’t believe she was so bold to make her first impression…. Whatever that was, then still look for us to build our brands together.  Oh, my son is getting antsy for his phone back, so I guess I have to let you go.  It was so nice meeting you, sorry you ran into your cousin though which almost spoiled your night.”

“You couldn’t help that Mitsuki, but thank you.  It was so nice to meet you too.  Get my number from your son though if you ever need anything, I feel like I still need to make it up to you.”

“Nonsense, but I’ll get the number anyway. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.”

You hear the phone move, “Told ya no one would care.”

“You also told me to leave you high and dry at the mall.  Your judgement is questionable.”

“Fuck you!” He grumbles a bit, “I know you told the old hag you’re okay, but how are you, really?”

“My day really turned around.  Eiji and I are about to watch a movie.”

“Okay, let me know if anything changes though.  No one is going to let your cousin start problems for you.”

“I’d almost like to see her try.” There's the slightest threat in your voice Bakugo can’t help but find a little hot, “Thanks for checking on me, man, I’ll see you around. Goodnight.”

He responds with his own gruff little goodnight before you both hang up. Mitsuki, without the slightest bit of teasing, tells her son, “I’m going to give you this advice once, so just shut up and listen before you try to bitch and argue. The girl thinks she’s friendzoned by you.  Fix it, before you lose your chance.”  Bakugo stares at his mother, dumbstruck, but Mitsuki just hugs him, “Get home safe.”

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Once at Kirishima’s, you kick off your heels, feeling odd being flatfooted after such a long time. He puts the bag in the kitchen after taking off his own shoes, “Let me see if I can find you something that’ll fit.”

“I can stay in this.”

“You aren’t staying in that, Y/N.”

“Well then, worst case, if you have a long hoodie, I can wear it like a sweater dress. Maybe some cozy socks and a hair tie…?”

“I can make that work.” He disappears for a minute or two, coming back with a Red Riot logo hoodie, and a pair of new, tagged matching logo socks, “The socks are too small for me, so feel free to keep ‘em.” He hands it to you, “Hair ties, and probably anything else you need is in the guest drawer, right under the bathroom sink.”

“Thanks,” You take three steps, “Oh, wait, buttons?” You turn and lift your hair overflowing from the clip as Kirishima works on the buttons behind your neck, finger tracing up your neck once he’s done.

“There you go. I’ll set up the movie for us.” You head off to the bathroom, putting your rings and earrings directly in your clutch so you don’t lose anything. Opening the drawer, truly there's a bit of everything a guest may need, pills, pads, tampons, spray deodorant, scrunchies, disposable toothbrushes... You couldn’t ask for a more thoughtful host as you tried to sort through it all, and just settled on getting something for your hair. You tie it back in a low ponytail loosely, and slip on the fuzzy socks, before slipping out of your black dress for Kirishima’s sweater. It’s a good length on you, so you don't feel awkward stepping out in it, folding the black dress over your arm, and grabbing your clutch again.

Kirishima is set up on the couch when you come out, dressed down in comfy clothes himself, and he can’t help but look you up and down, “Wow, you can keep the sweater too.” He scrambles up, before you can respond,“Let me get a hanger for your dress.”

With your dress hanging off the back of his door, you both settle onto the couch, Kirishima wrapping a blanket over you both before starting the movie. There’s a small bit of tension, hesitantly sitting thigh to thigh, but it isn't long before you're leaning a bit into each other, hands intertwined, basking in each other's warmth.

You both end up looking at each other when you get back to the part where the wife is seeing all her husbands direct messages, smiling softly at the memory that led you two to be closer. He squeezes your hand, and you lean your head purposefully on his arm in response, butterflies in your stomach. A full two seconds later, he tucks you closer to him, laying you both along the couch. You look up at him, but he just beams you a sharp toothed smile at you without skipping a beat, and you give him a warm smile in return, settling in for the rest of the movie, content to feel his slow, steady breaths.  

The movie turns out to be okay, you were further invested in it than you thought for something that was 'straight to streaming', but neither of you move as the credits start to roll. Eventually, Kirishima breaks the silence, “Are you going back to Todoroki’s, or did you want to stay the night?”

“I should really get going.” You double check the time, a few minutes past nine, “It’s getting late, and I don’t really want to be a nuisance for Todoroki.”

He sits up a bit, just enough to look at you. “You can stay. I’ll even let you have my bed to yourself again.” He wiggles his eyebrows playfully, making you laugh.

You turn so your now chest to chest, “Staying might not be the best idea,” You run your nails through his hair, just over his ear, “Much as I want to, I’m afraid of messing up with you,-”

“Okay, I get that-”

“And making you late for patrol tomorrow I don’t think will be a great start.” You watch his eyes darken, and feel his fingers dig into you. “You said a mid-morning rotation tomorrow, right?”

You can see Kirishima thinking it over, before reluctantly filling the silence, “I guess we should get you out of here then.” 

With a nod, you both get up, you grabbing your clutch and dress, Kirishima taking his keys, and some of the things that were wrapped for you, as you slip out of your socks and into your heels. You notice how Kirishima's eyes keep trailing down over your bare legs as he takes you back to the car, hand firmly taking yours the whole time, even driving back.  

You were surprised when he squeezes your hand before parking. "Stay here." You nod mutely, a bit confused, watching him walk around to your door and taking your hand again before helping you with the dress and bags and walking you to the door. Typically every time you were dropped off it was just at the estate entrance, so this was different. At the door, he stops, giving you a brief press of his lips to yours. You immediately go to kiss him, wanting something more substantial, but he straightens up, which is too big a distance for you to bridge on your own, "Y/N…"

"Yes Eiji?"

"I don't want this to be just sex." He sounds nervous, vulnerable, as he gently cups your face.

He seems so worried, it sends you into a minor panic, dropping what's in your hands, and curling your fists into his shirt, "I don't want that either." The thought of him possibly thinking you wouldn't want anything more than sex is hurting you, but there's nothing you can really do about it. 

He quickly picks up everything, handing it back to you, fidgeting for a moment, before apparently finding his nerve, tilting your face up, and giving you a firmer kiss. "Goodnight, Y/N, sweet dreams."

"Good night." He steps back towards the car, and you put in the code to the door, both of you seemingly waiting for the other to step through their respective doors, "Sweet dreams."

Chapter Text

You send a good morning Snap to Kirishima of you mostly still cocooned in bed, a peek of your squinting morning face and his Red Riot hoodie visible from the blanket and bedhead. 

You make sure to ease into a workout, knowing you overworked yourself Wednesday, and were fairly active Friday completely by chance, which seemed sufficient a workout, but you took off entirely yesterday, and can’t start bad habits.

You shower and change, setting your little bit of clothes to wash, while packing all your boxes again carefully, and making sure the borrowed space is as clean and barren as you can get it, packing your boxes by the door.  Tomorrow is the first day you are off, and you have to return your old apartment keys, drop off your work stuff, help ‘Kio with his bigger items, just so you can get on the road with the movers as soon as possible. 

[TheManlyRedRiot]

|Beautiful

|Make the next one more than 2 seconds though 👉👈

|Otherwise I just have this to remember you

|{Pic}

He sends a picture of you rubbing your eyes sleepily in his bed.

[LadyFeedback]

|You kept the blackmail picture?!

|Dude!

|Really?!

[TheManlyRedRiot]

|Of course!! 

|Not only is it cute

|But I'm sure you got that same cute embarrassed face on like when I said I'd send it to Akio

Clearly he has you mapped out, and under other circumstances, this would be the cutest thing, but like this, you're just flustered .

[LadyFeedback]

|SO ITS GOOD TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE, IN FACT, A SADIST

|Just not in the gym

|I hear you loud and clear

|With my stupid *cute embarrassed* face

[TheManlyRedRiot]

|Don't be like that

|Breaks almost over 💀

|TTYL

|{Pic} 

It's a selfie of Red Riot and Suneater with Takoyaki, Red with a bright smile, Suneater, a much more nervous smile.

[ LadyFeedback]

|Aww 

|I ADORE Suneater

|Say hi for me

|Stay safe guys

|😊😊😊

[TheManlyRedRiot]

|Didn't know that

|See you tonight?

[LadyFeedback]

|Sorry, can't 

|I'm heading to the old apartment

|Officially turning in my keys and helping Kio with the movers tomorrow

|🎉🎊🎉🎊🎉🎊

[TheManlyRedRiot]

|LMK when you make it back to the district then

|Perfect way to show how manly and helpful I am 😉

You keep rereading the last line, realizing you must be a pervert, because all you want to do is have him show you exactly how manly and helpful he can be.  If you were braver, not so afraid of messing things up, you’d send him a teasing snap, since it seems all he feels like doing today is teasing you , but you quickly stop that idea in its tracks. You pack some clothes for tomorrow, grab your purse, and work bag, making sure you have your house keys to return.   

You spend the train ride texting mindlessly, Kirishima and Todoroki when they seem to have the chance, and Akio who's beyond excited, off for the night, and promises to order from your favorite place in town, for what's likely the last time, so you can meet at his place for hot food.

“You know,” Akio says, opening the bag of takeout, and splitting the food. “Not only did you not send me a Snap of what you were wearing, but, I had to see it second hand from DynaMight and Red Riot fan accounts.  You’re breaking my heart. I mean, you look good, but I have to find out from fan accounts, really?”  You snort, “So, to make it up, you are going to spill because clearly this week was so much for you, Todoroki refused to embarrass you by opening the door while you and Kirishima were alone on his door step for what was apparently quite a bit of time.” You scoff, ready to deny it was quite a bit of time , but he just continues, “I bet money you weren’t going to show and lost because apparently you are ‘an exceptional houseguest’.”  He digs his elbow into your ribs, but you explain everything only skirting around Kirishima’s insecurity of you sleeping with specifically Bakugo. “Damn. a week and a half out there and your life really just collapsed on itself, hm?”

“I know, it takes a special kind of fuck up to jump though that many hoops… But hey, at least I’m not a fucking calculator who lost a bet and tried to fuck up my friend’s potentially romantic moment.” You knock the elbow he was using to help support his head out from under him, making him bite his own tongue by accident, but after a few petty insults and making sure he’s alright, you both dissolve into giggles.

After eating and watching a movie, you help him deconstruct his TV and stand, before leaving to your place, missing your familiar mattress and sleeping hard.

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Your landlord wasn't happy to see you go, and neither was your manager, but you're moving on with life, and you can't be bothered in disappointing others by no longer standing still.

The thought stopped you short. Your life stopped the day you stopped going to school . Sure you got a job, moved out of your cousin's house, you did things, but your life stopped. 

You all but run to Akio's, trying to escape your dark realization, helping out the movers to help get on the road towards your place. You take down a dresser and some boxes by yourself, letting some of the crew put it into the truck itself, before making it over to your place and picking up your handful of boxes and furniture. You make great time,  getting back into the city just after one thirty in the afternoon.  You send off a few texts, letting everyone know that you made it, and that you're moving everything in, so you wouldn’t be so responsive.

Meeting the new landlord you and Akio take a Snap for your story, holding up matching keys, before opening up the apartment windows, burning some sage, because it couldn't hurt, and dusting down what you can while the movers were starting to unload downstairs.

You pop in your earbuds, swaying to the music as you work, sometimes more outright dancing than working, more concentrated on working on bringing up boxes since they were packed last into the truck, so where the first things out.  You take the time to set up your apartment wifi, having called ahead to make sure all your utilities were move-in ready, then setting up your two wifi home speakers, one in the kitchen, the other in your room.

You crank your music, linking the speakers so it plays in sync between both rooms, leaving it on random shuffle from your liked songs library, starting in the kitchen, packing frigiles into cabinets, standing on the counter in socked feet to start from the top, down.

A knock makes you pause, surprised the door is closed because there's no way everything is upstairs, but you hear Akio steps to address the door, so you go back to it, unpacking and moving to your music. 

A wolf whistle cuts through your trance, “Y/N? You the same, shy, girl I met at Mina's party?” Sero asks with a chuckle, flanked by Kirishima and Akio. “I would have offered to help sooner if I knew we were getting a show." 

Are you embarrassed? Yes. Will you let him know that? No. He's clearly being a goofball about it, and you just play into it, acting playfully dismissive of him, “I'll have you know, nothing comes between me and my music, except for maybe a dance partner."

"She almost passes for sociable in the club I used to work at when she came,” He shakes his phone, "Don't worry though, I got blackmail material this time of you shaking your ass."

You pelt a reusable plastic cup at Akio, making a loud hollow thump sound on impact with his arm, "Jerk. Don't mind him, he's just mad he has no rhythm."  The three laugh, while Akio flips them off, "Here to help?"

"Yeah, my partner for the day recruited me to your cause."

"Well it's good to see you again, Sero, even better knowing you're helping out." You give him a playful wink, making him laugh, before turning to Kirishima, giving him a hesitant hug, adding a bit shyly “Hey Eiji.” 

You hear both Sero and Akio behind you, in pleased sing-song, “Eiji…?”, which makes you want to just hide in his chest to not have to face the two, but as you go to pull away, Kirishima pulls you into a firmer hug, “Good to see you, Y/N.”

“Now kiss her!” Akio stage shouts.  

You pull your physically impossibly hot face away from Kirishima, “‘Scuse me, I got a body to bury.” But when you turn, Akio is running out the apartment, presumably edging off his death by grabbing anything he can from the movers.  Sero chuckles, but leaves swiftly after Akio.  You look up at Kirishima, who's visibly as red as you feel, “Sorry ‘bout him.”

“It’s okay.  Guess it means he at least approves of  us?”  He cups his hand behind his neck in a visibly nervous gesture, stepping away, “I’m gonna go help them.”  You blink at the now empty space, cogs working in your head; the hug must have been a bad call, otherwise he wouldn't have run off.  You pick back up the cup you threw, putting it in the sink, and getting back on the counter, going back into autopilot, working and into your music.

When the heroes come back, without Akio noticeably, they ask where to put a dresser of Akio’s, “His room,” You point down the hallway to the right, their left, “Where’d he run off to?”

“The store. He said, you said, you should get some guest beers, and food for dinner.”  Sero calls from down the hall.  You did say that in the abstract while on your way over this morning, but it was a wise invasive maneuver.  The two come back.

“Did he at least ask if you wanted anything in particular?  Least we can do is feed ya.” 

"Oh, so you cook ," Sero leans in as he strokes his chin, as if he's in deep thought, before straightening out again, "I'm not hard to impress.  As long as it's good, I don't mind anything you make."  

"What about you, Eiji?"

"Anything is good with me." 

You hop down from the counter, going to your boxes, knowing most, if not all are already in since they were the last things to be packed, searching for the food items you know you had taken, "How do we feel about beef stew, fellas?" They both hum affirmatively, so you send a text to Akio with a list for dinner, taking out your pots and spices. It's something simple, that you can make a lot of to give the guys to take home. 

You lose yourself to putting away more of what's needed for the kitchen, while the men keep up with what feels like Akio’s endless boxes, when Akio comes back with several full bags, “Don’t hit me, I got everything you said, and some, and my arms are sore from carrying it.”  He puts some beer and wine coolers in the freezer, but most in the fridge, along with the perishables he had bought.

You clean the counter and wash your hands, working on dinner with a vigor, trusting the boys to ask for your help if they need it by chance, so it catches you really off guard when Kirishima pops up at your shoulder as you're trimming the fat off the meat, just missing poking yourself with the knife, “Need any help?”

“No thanks, Eiji. The rice is already going, most of the seasoning is already in the pot, just got to finish some chopping, and we'll be ready to go.”

“C’mon, I can handle some cutting.” He bumps into you cheerfully.

 "I have this, man, don't worry about it."

"Please? We're almost done downstairs. Just a few more pieces." The redhead gives you puppy eyes, and god dammit it's working.  It's unfair for someone so tall to be able to pull off such a cute, helpless look, and when he leans over you a bit so your faces are closer together. 

"I'd have to find another cutting board in these boxes and that will take some time. I'm trying to get you fed sooner rather than later, so-" 

A loud bang started you both away from each other, not realizing how close you two had gotten, snapping your head to Bakugo and Todoroki, the blonde clearly had thrown your boxes on the floor as Todoroki was still holding his and both your duffels. "Shitty Hair, come downstairs and help me!" Kirishima reluctantly following behind Bakugo, who's already stomped off, and you go back to finish the last few cuts of meat.

Chapter Text

Todoroki joins you at the counter. "It looks like you guys did very well, can I help you here?"

"No, but feel free to stay for dinner. Beef stew." 

"Sure, where should I put these?" 

"My room is on the left from here, hopefully nothing broke when Bakugo dropped my boxes." You work in a silent heat, knowing you didn't have much to break in those for boxes from ‘your’ room at Todoroki's , but upset he'd be so careless as to toss your things anyway.  The vegetables are cut before you know it, thin and small to help with cooking time, as you put the last little touches to the pot and set it over a medium heat so it's still tender, but not a detriment to the time.

With a quick check of the rice, you start cleaning after yourself, wiping down the counter again and the island that you'll all be eating over, then taking boxes off the loveseat so there's more options to eat comfortably.

With all your odds and ends inside the apartment, Sero sits on an armchair you had. "That's the last of it, Bakubro and Eijirou are both walking up the last bed now."

"Thanks.  Food will be done in about twenty minutes. Feel free to grab a beer from the freezer." Then you call down to your room, "Shoto, there beer if you didn't hear."

He's already walking out towards the kitchen, "No thank you, but is that the food? Because it suddenly smells delectable."

You chuckle awkwardly, "It should be finished soon, I know it isn't cold soba, but hopefully it hits the spot anyway."

Akio comes in, paperwork  in hand, awkwardly trying to manage your plastic covered mattress, "Help, it's slipping." Sero is on it before he even finishes the sentence, "Thanks, also, the boys were so uncooperative about your bed downstairs you might need a new frame with all the bumps it took. That poor wood got battered and I'm pretty sure I heard splintering but I didn't want to get in between Bakugo and Kirishima's quiet argument on how your frame was getting up." 

"Bakugo seems to be in a mood. He threw my boxes on the floor." Since you just reminded yourself you could have to check the two boxes in question which were thankfully just clothes, and shoes. "Thankfully it seems like it was nothing he could break."

"Earlier today on patrol he seemed fine, but throwing the boxes on the ground was…" Todoroki seems to be searching for a word, "Well, much more aggressive than he's been all day, though he was antsy when we were picking up your boxes from the estate."

A loud bang is heard in the hallway, and you hear the hero's clearly through the still open door.

"Just let me take half. This is too big for you to try and do by yourself around the corner."

"I got this!"  You all watch a corner of your bed frame make impact with your doorframe.  

You rush over, “Hey!” and grab the side Bakugo is trying to get in, taking some of the weight off and guiding it, “Dude, this is my fucking bed, I know money isn’t a thing to you , but I can’t afford to replace it like it’s nothing!” He seems a little less hostile seeing it was you taking the other side, and follows your lead down to your room.  “You didn’t have to come over and help if it was just going to be you throwing my shit around!”  When you put it down, you take note of all the scuffs in the finish that weren't there when you loaded the bed frame onto the truck, tracing over them.

“It’s a small bed anyway, I can just buy you-”

“It’s a double, and you know damn well that isn't the point!  I’m not some well kept whore you can keep throwing money at, thinking it’s going to fix everything!  You can’t try to buy me to make up for the fact you don’t seem to respect me or my shit.  You didn’t have to help, I paid people to do this, helping was just to speed the process along, but you come here to help, and start throwing my shit around, knowing damn well my financial situation.”  You can see Akio lingering in your open door, and are sure the others are just behind, “Y’know, actually, whatever.  I shouldn’t have blown up like that.  I’ll handle it myself, I don’t need your fucking money.  Let me check on dinner.”

You start to walk past him, "Y/N, wait, you know it isn't like that."

"Then explain to me what it's like, Katsuki." You stop halfway to the kitchen. "Enlighten me. Because you called Eiji down specifically to help you, right? After tossing the boxes you carried up? I'd love an explanation."

Kirishima wraps an arm around your shoulders, "Hey, Y/N-"

"You know, there's one thing I took when I was kicked out, and it's glass. If that was in one of those boxes, or one of those boxes hit my glass castle and it broke, I'd never talk to you again. Because it wouldn't have been an accident, it would have just been you being careless. So, unless you have something to say, I'm going to go serve." 

No one tries to stop you after you tap on Kirishima's hand to walk back to the kitchen.  You rinse and dry the dishes you had brought over, Todoroki wordlessly following your lead, so you can start serving.  You give  Sero the first plate, “There's plenty if you want to take home but also it’s cool if you don't like it.” 

As You continue to serve though, giving Kirishima the next plate, you don’t realize Akio has Bakugo in the short hall by your room.  He speaks sternly yet softly, to Bakugo, “By my count, this is strike three.  You yelled at and threatened her day one, that’s one.  You almost came in her after fucking her raw in the shower, that’s two.” Akio delights when he sees Bakugo shift uncomfortably, “Throwing her shit today is definitely three.  I understand there isn’t much I can do to you physically, but I will start getting creative if you hurt that girl again.  She’s been through enough, and she doesn’t need your bullshit on her plate.”

“I didn’t mean it like that, I think that was obvious,” The blonde immediately defends himself, “and I don’t need your half ass threats.  Either help me fix it or fuck off.”

“Yeah, because I want to help you fix anything with that shitty ass attitude.  Go fuck yourself, sooner your out of this apartment, the happier me and Y/N will be.”

“‘Kio?” You call, “You eating? Bakugo?”

“Yeah, we’re eating!” Akio calls, flipping a middle finger casually over his shoulder before walking off. “It’s been too long since you last cooked. Thanks for that, by the way Todoroki, I had to actually cook for myself or order out extra because you had her out here ahead of time”  Akio takes the bowl of rice and stew gratefully, eating with gusto.

“Bakugo.” You hold out a filled bowl for him, which he takes.

“Y/N, I didn’t-”

“No,” You hold your hand up in a stopping motion, before serving yourself, “honestly… give me time, because I know right now I’m too mad about it, and it shouldn’t be getting under my skin like it is.”

“Hey, you said there’s plenty, right?” Sero asks from the armchair, “Because, if there’s extra, I definitely want more.” 

“Yeah man, serve yourself.”  You look at the pots, and they're both just under half full.

“Uh, me too?” Kirishima asks.

“Absolutely.  I made knowing heroes have appetites. Actually, does anyone see Denki tomorrow?  He asked if I can cook, figured he could judge for himself if I send a plate.”

“Uh, I do actually, but he might not get it” Sero jokes, making you laugh.  You lean against the loveseat arm as you eat, Kirishima getting up for more.

“This is very good.” Todoroki chimes in.

“Thanks.”  

“And thanks for helping speed up the move, guys!  We appreciate it.” Akio gets up and starts setting up servings in plastic containers from prior takeout.  “Besides a container for Denki, who else wants to bring any home?" You're surprised when they all express interest, you were certain Bakugo was going to have some comment about the food, but he's still weirdly quiet.  

"Hey, what's the glass castle?" Kirishima asks.

"Oh, it was my sweet 16 gift." You start looking at your boxes, pulling one out, "Normally people get the big party, the dress,  et cetera, et cetera, which not only did I not want, but we were too broke for. I wanted to take a trip to Disney but they decided buying me this would be the cheaper route. I mean it was almost just as expensive as just sending me to the park, but for once my parents were really nice, my dad picked up a ton of extra shifts so they could get it for me.  My parents really weren't the greatest, but... it's small little things like this that makes me kind of miss them."

After getting through the tape, you get to the original box the castle was in, carefully opening it up, and taking it out. It's a very detailed miniature of the Cinderella castle, clearly marked off as limited edition on the box.  They all look at it, noticeably keeping a careful distance.

"I'm glad I didn't fuck it up." Bakugo grumbles, startling you. You're fairly certain that is the first time Bakugo actually expressed any sort of regret towards you. The closest thing you've gotten to an apology.

You manage a soft smile, "Yeah, me too."

Chapter Text

Todoroki is the first to leave, taking Bakugo with him, as he was the blonde’s ride, Sero leaving not too far later, promising Denki will get his food with a mischievous grin. You start cleaning up, putting dishes in the sink, only for Kirishima's arms to wrap around your waist. "Hey, how're you holdin' up?"

You lean back into him. "I'm… alright. Still agitated, but I'm sure that'll settle with time."

He hugs you tighter, "Sorry 'bout that Gemstone."

You turn and hug him back, still flustered over his pet name , “It wasn’t on you.  Sorry, though, for embarrassing you before that.”

“What, embarrassed…?” He asks.

“Yeah, I hugged you, then you left, so, sorry. Didn’t mea-”

“No! That was totally fine, I just, I wasn’t sure if you minded me kissing you in front of everyone, and then I got in my own head, but then you hugged me which was nice, and um, I didn’t want to put you on the spot.”

“Aw, Eiji,” You squeeze him a little tighter, “I don’t mind kisses. Whenever you feel the need, lay one on me." You give him a light hearted wink, and see him turn as red as you feel, a large smile on his face.

He leans in, caging you between his chest and the sink, with a low chuckle, “You might regret that.” He gives you a firm, confident kiss on your lips, the first confident you two have shared.  Your arms wrap over Kirishima’s shoulders and around his neck, keeping him close as he pulls away.

“Doubt it.”

“Wanna come back to mine? I mean it’s cool if you want to spend your first night here, but-”

“But, please, for the love of god, don’t christen our kitchen in the first few hours.”  You do your best to glare at your friend from around the massive man in front of you, but Akio just has the biggest shit-eating grin on.

Kirishima chuckles good naturedly as you flip Akio off from over his shoulder, giving the redhead another kiss, “I’d love to go back to yours.”

“Yeah?” He stands up straight, looking adorably bashful.

“Mhmm, let me make an overnight bag?”

“Absolutely, I’ll be, uh, here.”  He leans back against the sink.

“Kirishima,” Akio says seriously, “have fun, but keep her safe.  I’m still holding you to that.” 

“Of course, she’ll never be safer than when she’s with me,” He promises, echoing his prior vow, “Not that, um,  she can’t handle herself.”

“That’s what I like to hear! Blow her back out and have a good night.” He sing-songs with a wave as he walks to his room.

“Don’t mind him,” You call from the room, “He’s just trying to embarrass me .”  You hear Akio make a loud kissy noise from his side of the apartment. “‘Kio, hon, I will shoot you with my Nerf gun from the office.”  You walk back out to the main area, gym bag slung over your shoulder, and your backpack style purse on. “You ready?”

“Yeah. I, um, walked, but I can get us an Uber.”

“Walking is fine, I have the manly Red Riot walking me, I hear he’s promised to keep me safe.”  You hold his hand, which he entwines fingers with you.

Leaning into your space, he slips your gym bag off your shoulder, while pressing his lips to yours again, strapping your bag over his same shoulder so he doesn’t have to let go of your hand.  “Hey ‘Kio, we’re on our way out, man.  Congrats again on the move!” He calls, eyes still on you.

“Have a good night, see you later!” You lead Kirishima to the door.

“I wish my moving-in present was getting railed into the morning.”  He doesn’t say it loudly, but you still hear it, and snort, locking the door behind you and holding Kirishima’s hand for the walk back to his place.

The night is cool and clear, and Kirishima is mindful of keeping stride with you.  You both keep catching one another glancing, a giddy excitement  flowing between you two.  Once you get to his door he unlocks it, letting you in first, closing the door behind you both and giving you a quick peck as you take off your shoes.  "We don't have to do anything, Gemstone. We can just hang out." 

"First, I'm already confident you'd put a stop to anything that made me uncomfortable. You showed that the very first night we met, and proved it pretty much every time since.  Two, unless you're having second thoughts, I haven't changed my mind. I just probably need a shower now thinking about it. I'm gross from moving all day." 

A deep chuckle rumbles from his chest, pulling you closer to him, letting his rough fingers play with your skin just under the hem of your shirt, "You can take a shower if you want, but your only going to end up needing another."

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His tone makes you skin prickle, "I swear to God if you don't kiss me right fucking now Eijirou, I'm going to scream." 

Your request is immediately granted, Kirishima gathering you into his arms, and you wrapping your legs around his hips in response, as you match the hungry kiss he gives you. "Don't worry, Gem, I'm going to make you feel so good and see what noises and faces I get rewarded with." His sharp teeth take a nip at your shoulder, making you gasp and he's surprised when he feels an echoing pleasant sting of his own.

"Y-you can't say shit like that!"  You protest, shyly looking away from him. 

"Oh don't worry about that," He chuckles as he walks you to his room, laying you out on his bed with focused eyes, "I'll slow it down for you, but I will break you out of that shell." He leaves feather light kisses from where he bit on your shoulder, up your neck.

You run your nails across his scalp, and ask, matching his tone. "You sayin' you're going to break me, Eiji?"

His body trembles on top of yours, eyes growing dark, "Fuck, Gemstone." His fingers ghost up your flanks, under your shirt. "Can I get rid of this?" He tugs the shirt. 

You nod, pulling him into another kiss, his tongue finding its way into your mouth, and dominating yours.  For such a carefree, thoughtful guy, you wouldn't have expected this . Your only complaint is when he pulls away to pull your shirt over head. His eyes feast on your newly exposed skin, "Hey, you too." It takes a few seconds for your soft command to sink in, but he rips his own shirt off with little fanfare, before owning your mouth again, pulling sweet moans from both your throats when he grinds into you. It's intimidating how big he feels, even though you're both still fully clothed from the waist down.  A size queen, you are not, but there's and undeniable thrill when you steel your nerves and reach between you two, cupping him through his jeans, feeling his dick jump at the contact. "Fuck Eiji, you really are going to break me. We're going to have to work our way up to this."

You squeeze him meaningfully, then pull your hand away. His next kiss is soft and sweet, "I've got you, Y/N. Never gonna hurt you," His fingers run over your joggers, "'M gonna make you feel so good. 'M gonna make you mine ."  You're embarrassed at the noise you make, feeling how wet you got from just his words, "C'mon, Baby, let me take the rest off."

"Yes, please,” 

He strips you from the waist down in one swift move,  leaving you in just your bra, not hesitating to spread your legs, fingers running across the inside of your thighs, watching your body flex all over in response.  "Look at you, Beautiful. So responsive." His touch runs higher, running up your sides, settling on the band of your bra. "Lift for me." You arch your back off the bed and he takes some hooks off on the first try, but gets the rest on the second, tossing your bra, and taking a breast in each hand, letting a rough thumb run over each nipple, greedy eyes watching them harden under his caress.

His mouth is relentless on your skin, covering you in wet kisses as he reaches down, and starts rubbing between your folds.  He feels your body shake as you moan his name, and he takes that as the encouragement he teases your entrance with his tongue.  You exhale a soft, “fuck,” as you unknowingly spread wider for him.  He slides a finger along his tongue, giving you a few pumps before his teeth graze against your clit, making your whole body jolt.  He groans, feeling how tight your walls still are after adding a second finger, sucking on your clit as he tries to get you ready for him.

“Ei! Eiji! I’m going to cum if you keep that up!”

He pulls his mouth away but doesn’t stop pumping his fingers, “Oh, I know, Gem.  Gotta say, I love feeling you under my skin like this." He moves you legs over his shoulders, carefully maneuvering so he doesn't have to stop pumping you with his fingers, before flicking your clit with his tongue and putting his mouth back to work.

It hadn't occurred to you that your quirk is on, normally you try and keep it tampered down, only letting go once you were close to finishing, but this is intimate .  Knowing he must be feeling exactly how good he's making you feel, and the thought embarrasses you so much you unconsciously close your legs a bit, but Kirishima is quick to correct you, keeping you spread for him.  "No hiding from me now.  I said I'm going to break you out of that shell…" He kisses against your clit, fishing his fingers inside until he finds the spot that makes you scream, and playing with it until you go boneless against his bed.  He keeps eye contact with you as he sucks his fingers clean, "I want you comfortable with me."

You curl your finger at him in a come here motion at him, cupping his face and kissing him when he leans in close. He instantly takes over the kiss, making you hum with delight. "You'll get me there, Eiji. You're doing wonderful so far.” He preens under your compliment,  giving you the confidence to give him another quick peck, "Now, how about you take off those pants and we take care of you too?"   

With a nod, he's hurrying to strip as quickly as he can. His cock is already sticky and slick when it springs free, as big and intimidating as the man himself. "Eiji, did you cum with me? Or is this just you leaking?"  

He chuckles nervously, as you pull him down so he's back on top of you, "Uh, yeah, I did with you. What can I say Babe, it feels so good with you." He eats up your shy smile, and happily meets your lips when he sees you lean in. You roll him to his back, and slide down his body.  He stares at you with lust blown carmine eyes as you settle between his legs, running your nails on the inside of one of his thighs, while working up the other with purposeful nips.

"I'm glad, but I'm going to make you feel so much better," You hear him sharply suck in air as you maintain eye contact and kitten-lick the already glossy head of his cock.  You start pumping his cock as you try to work as much of him as you can into your mouth, making yourself a drooling mess in no time, which only adds more lubricant to the rest of his cock that you still pump since you can't take it all.

Kirishima's soft chants of your name make you hum around him in response, but you don't expect his seemingly unconscious jerk further into your mouth, making both of you choke. You chuckle through the coughing, wiping your face as clean as you can; it wasn't the first time this has happened to you, but your certain Kirishima isn't as prepared for it, “You okay Eiji? Sorry I didn't give you a warning."

"No," His voice is just a touch watery, "I mean, yeah I'm fine, but sorry. I didn't mean to, I normally ask."

You softly sink your teeth into his thigh in warning. "It happens sometimes. I don't fault you, but just maybe be more mindful of making me choke…? It's one thing if I do it to myself, but if you do it, well, that happens." You lave over where you just bit. "Wanna keep going?"

"Do I wanna keep going?" He repeats with a chuckle, as you work your way back up to him, capturing his lips again.

"Wanna fuck my thighs then? We'll need some lube but…” You shrug a singular shoulder, but Kirishima is already trying to scramble around you to get to his side drawer.

"Aha! Found it." He holds up a bottle filled about a third of the way with flavored lube, "Face down, ass up for me, Babe?" It's a tentative command, testing waters, but giving you the freedom to refuse. It's a bit embarrassing for you, but every new intimate experience always plays with your nerves, and when you lay out as requested, back arched, legs spread, you feel his gaze searing into your skin. "So beautiful." 

His fingers explore the skin of your back, working from your shoulders down, eventually making it to your ass, and spreading your folds for inspection. You are wet, but it definitely wouldn't be enough to fuck you the way he wants to, so he opens the lube and starts spreading it liberally between your legs, then coats his cock too, just to be safe. "You ready, Gem?”

You turn your head to the side a bit, nodding.  You feel his cock slide between your folds, slowly, as he tests out the slickness, his cock head rubbing over your clit deliciously on each pass.  You moan and readjust, holding your thighs tighter against each other and notice Kirishima instantly picking up the pace, still bumping your clit on every stroke.

"Eiji! So close!" You flex your thighs around him, and you swear he growls , so you can't help but do it again a few strokes later, getting rewarded with another deep noise from him. You feel his fingers dig into you, as he starts snapping against you harder, really making you wish he was inside , the thought alone makes you moan loudly and gush, but feeling fantastic just the same.  He groans watching your face contort lewdly, and it’s only a handful of thrusts later before you feel yourself cum again, crying out his name, and feeling the mess he leaves between your legs.

You’re both breathing heavily, when he lays down, and pulls you to him, kissing your forehead, “Not that I'm complaining, but that was a lot , in the best possible way.” You laugh, fingers wandering his chest in aimless patterns, “How about we stay like this for five minutes, then I run us a bath.”

“That bath was nice last time,” You agree, with nothing but wicked thoughts of doing everything but bathing…

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Kirishima guides you into the water, right onto his lap, molding you against his body as you melt in the steaming water.  Your head lays heavily against his chest, an abundance of foam covering you both in the oversized tub.

It isn't long before his lips find the back of your neck, pulling happy noises from you, his hands running over your body soon after. "Eiji," you mewl, as his touches get bolder.

"It sounds so good when you say my name like that Gemstone." He says with a mischievous lilt. Clearly he had his own ideas in mind for this bath, and you can't find a single complaint about how this is turning out as you feel him start to chub up beneath you. A rough finger snakes itself between your folds, making you instinctively spread wider for him, feet hooking just over each side of the tub. "So good for me, Beautiful." He says into the skin of your neck, before biting the vulnerable skin, and slipping a finger inside you.

You wiggle on his lap, moaning, which seems to echo in the bathroom.  It's almost as if you can feel your skin bruising in his mouth, as he keeps his index finger pumping in and out of you, and grinding the heel of his palm against your clit. 

Kirishima sounds almost giddy when he asks, “Is it the words that have you sounding like that, Gem, or is it this ?”  He plunges a second finger into your core, pumping it along the first, making you damn near squeal between shock and pleasure.

“Yes!”

“Yes to which, Babe?”

“Both, Eiji! Both!”

“So good," he coos, kissing your temple, “So honest. Think you're ready for a third?" You whine and nod, already so full of his rough, thick fingers, but dying to work your way up to his actual cock.  His free hand starts alternating between your nipples, making them pebble, as he  starts working his third finger alongside the other two. Your body spasms  on top of him, the heat of the water and Kirishima’s small praises helping you accommodate the stretch around him.  Once he feels you relax enough, he builds up the pace again, drowning in  your moans, and feeling the buzz of your pleasure under his own skin.

"Ready to try sitting on my cock, Gem?"

Your whole body shivers, "Yeah, but just sit.  I don't want to fuck without a condom." 

"Well if you want a condom, we don't have to-"

"It's okay. I'm on birth control now, but I just wanna make sure I'm being safe." Which is true.  Bakugo's little stunt in the shower freaked you out so much you immediately went on birth control as a precaution. You can't afford the slip up of getting pregnant. With your quirk, you couldn't imagine the stress a baby would put on themselves by just being ; the aches and pains, the kicking… Things that people get excited for would potentially be a death sentence for your little one.

Within the week of being with Bakugo you were paranoid enough to get an appointment, have your prescription filled, and your ring inserted, just in case.  It's something that you just couldn't find it in yourself to risk. You're sure it would be something that would break you.

Kirishima must see you freaking out internally though, because he's cupping your face, "Hey, Y/N, your pace, remember?”

Your turning over, carefully so that your straddling him, giving him a desperate kiss, one you hope he understands your feelings through, and you're delighted when he kisses you back without hesitation, turning the kiss into something sweeter. 

You pull back, trying to contain your quirk, ready to try taking him, but Kirishima immediately holds your hips tighter, "Where'd you go?"

"I was going to-"

"Turn it back on for me? I like having you close, Gem." He leans his face forward, hiding it in your damp hair, "We can do it together, right?"

"You sure, Eiji? It can be uncomfortable."

"Don't care, I want you." He catches you in another dominating kiss.  Too pleased to question it further, you release your hold on your quirk, and slowly sink onto his cock.

It's an overwhelming stretch, and it feels like it takes forever before he's fully inside, but despite the tears in your eyes, you're both enjoying it.  "T-this is weird… but it feels so good ." You exchange lazy kisses, both pulsing and twitching, interlocked and unbearably hot until the water is fairly cool, when an odd chirp sounds. "Shit." Kirishima leans over the side of the tub, a motion that makes you both moan, and looks at his phone. " Shit . I gotta go. Accident with the trains, we gotta clear it, make sure everyone is out."

You aren't mad, but the mood is sufficiently killed, "Okay," You carefully slip off of him, and get out of the tub. "I'll head home then." You offer him a towel.

He takes it, "Why? It shouldn't take too long, just stay here, and have the bed all to yourself until I come back." Wrapping the towel around him, he lifts your face for a quick kiss, "I gotta run, but I'll be right back."  He's out the bathroom door before you can say anything, as you wrap yourself in a plush towel, following the redhead out of the bathroom, looking for your abandoned gym bag.

Kirishima bursts out, already in hero gear, "Stay safe Eiji, see you soon." 

Your words seem to break him out of his focus, and he smiles, giving you a forehead kiss, "Will do, see you in a bit, Gem." Without any further flourish he is out of the apartment, and you double check the locks behind him, before getting ready for the night and laying in his bed. It’s a bit strange being here without him in the apartment, not that it wasn't weird being in his bed with him on the couch last time.

You sigh in the dark, and get very comfortable in his bed, with loud thoughts.  When is it the right time to bring up your lack of ability to have kids? It feels like something way too early to bring up now, but if you hold onto it, it feels kind of… like a trap… Kirishima seems like the kind to want a family, and the nerves just tear through your stomach. His bed does it’s magic though, and you fall into an uneasy sleep.

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“How are you washed up, before we even get to work?” Cellophane messes with Red Riot’s still damp hair.

Red bats his hand away, “Stop! I was, uh, in the middle of something, when I got the notice for all hands on deck.”

“Everyone who wasn’t already on patrol was in the middle of something! I was in the middle of sleeping .” DynaMight grumbles severely.

 “Yeah, I was in the middle of…” Red coughs dryly, thinking of being inside you, “a bath.”

Cellophane seems to pick up there's something more to that story, slapping Red on the back, shit-eating grin on his face, “Sorry your good time got ruined in the bath, but, hey, you get to see our smiling faces twice in one day,”  He leans over and squishes DynaMight’s face, before smartly rushing towards the scene to get to work before the blonde can get his hands on him.

All in all, it was fairly quick work thanks to the late hour, so there weren't too many passengers, anyone found was alive, and most injuries weren't serious, and when Anima made it to the scene, he was able to do a quick double check to confirm everyone was cleared, so Kirishima was back home before two hours have passed.   

He finds you in his bed, half of your face pressed into the pillow, making your cheek squish beneath you, with the entirety of his comforter curled up around you. Despite all that you still have the faintest pout on your face, and he can't help but take his second sleepy picture of you. 

The second Kirishima goes to get on the bed, your eyes snap open, still filled with sleep, "Eij?"

He chuckles, "Yeah Gem," he gets on the bed and tries getting a bit of blanket for himself. Your sleepy mind catches up with the silent request, unraveling the comforter from around you. "You always a blanket hog?"

You blink slowly, "Hmm? Yeah… Sometimes…" You yawn and move closer to him, settling the blanket over you both, "I can bring one if there's a next time…" You yawn again and give him a small, sleepy kiss, and mutter before falling back asleep,  "Glad you made it back okay."  Kirishima cannot help but to kiss you forehead and tuck you against him for the rest of the night.  

You wake up again when you feel Kirishima get out of bed, cracking open your sleepy eyes. "G'Morning,  Gemstone, go back to sleep."

"G'mornin'" You stretch, still laying down, arms above your head, arching your back, then stretching out your legs, a pleasant groan in your throat the whole time, "I'm up!" With another quick short yawn, you shuffle out of his bed, "This bed by the way, is enchanted. I swear I never sleep so good."

"You should have stayed in and slept a bit more then." He holds your hand then brings it up for a kiss. "Want some breakfast?"

"Sure, let me just go to the bathroom first," He nods, watching you head off in the slipper socks he gave you, a sleep set pair of shorts and tank that clung to you almost indecently.  

Not that you weren't in for your own bit of a tease. After getting out of the bathroom, using one of those very thoughtful disposable toothbrushes from the guest drawer, you're greeted by Kirishima's well defined back, facing the stove, with his hair up in a ponytail. Tied up almost makes his hair seem even longer than when it was down. "Y'know, it's not fair."

"What's not fair?" He doesn't look at you, because he is very carefully cracking open eggs into a bowl, and he takes your silent offer to help when you hold out your hand for the next egg.

"So, your like super hot by default, right?" You flash a quick glance at his face, and he seems to cough on air, "But then you let down your hair, naturally, and you look even better , but now, here you are, in a high ponytail, and I'm not sure how I'm supposed to function like a human being. You might just be giving me a hair kink." 

When you look up at him again, his cheeks are glowing, but he by no means looks embarrassed, "We'll pick up this conversation later, Gem.  Some time where I don't have work in,” he checks his phone, "just under three hours." 

It's a delicious threat, that almost makes you drop the last egg that you cracked into the bowl. "What are we doing with these?"

"Scrambled eggs or maybe some basic omelets," He starts digging through his fridge, "I was going to surprise you, but someone wouldn't go back to sleep, and I'm not the best cook." He brings out a whole bunch of odds and ends that would be perfect for omelets.

"I got this, just tell me what you want in yours. I'll even let you fry up the bacon so you can show me how manly you are." You joke, just to make sure you don’t exclude him from his original plan of cooking for you, and overall, it’s a nice time sharing the work, and cleaning up together.  Once breakfast is done, and cleaned after, you get dressed.

“Aw, sick of me already?” There’s a slight edge of nerves to his joke, “We have some more time before I have to leave, figured it might be nice to snuggle .” He hugs you from behind.

“Heh, you wish I were already sick of you.” You put your arms over his, that are still wrapped around you. “I was going to pick up some paint on the way home.  They painted before us, but ‘Kio spent the night drawing up some outlines on the wall with the grid he can just conjure in his mind, so while he did the hard part, I’ll do the heavy lifting, but I guess a bit of snuggling won't hurt.” You lean against him and he takes that as all the permission to drag you back to bed for a very intense make out session, and almost makes him late.

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Setting up the house with Akio is work , but you use the remainder of your week off fairly well. Your room ends up delightful, in your opinion, a mix of deep blues bleeding to greens as it goes down, sprinkled with little white spots for stars, until it hits black silhouettes of trees, mountains, and a very detailed silhouette of a Gothic castle that Akio knew would make your days a bit brighter once you are home.

Akio's room is almost the same thing in a different color palette, only he decided just for a  mountain silhouette throughout the room, and he had a lot of pinks and oranges looking like a sunset sky. Or sherbet, if you were being honest.

You reinforced your bed frame as best you could, and while it wasn't pretty, with it's scratches and new shiny screw heads, it was functional, and the drawer underneath still rolled smoothly, so overall you were going to call it a win. With your work clothes hung and your regular clothes in drawers, you set up clothes for the week just so it's one less thing that could potentially go wrong or delay you. Since you and your roommate both start new jobs Monday you're both working off the nervous energy, and just being very productive.  

You both even took to midmorning jogs to help the nerves, despite both of your aversion.  You figured you can wait for a few paychecks before getting a specialized gym membership, especially because every time Kirishima made the time to see you this week, it was normally short, so you'd end up cooking and  sharing a meal between you three. 

[Mina]

You mind a call real quick?

Wanna settle a bet

[Y/N]

THIS SOUNDS INTERESTING

You have ALL my attention

Please call 😂

Your phone rings nearly instantly. “Hello?”

“Y/N!  You’re on speaker, honest answer, would you enjoy yourself at a club?” Mina is so loud, Akio can hear her clearly over the video playing on his phone, dragging his attention to the conversation.

“I mean, as long as the music is good, and I’m not completely abandoned, yeah.”

“Pay up, Denki!” You're fairly certain it’s Sero talking in the background.

“Wait, wait,” She says away from the receiver, before coming back, “So this Saturday, you’d be fine going to a club? Like you’d drink and dance?”

“Maybe not so much drinking,” You chuckle, “You’ve seen how high of a tolerance I have, that’d get expensive quick, but maybe a shot or two, and definitely dancing.”

“Now you Mina, cough it up.” It’s definitely Sero.

“Did I win you enough that my first two rounds are on you?”

“Y/N, I’ll buy you an entire top shelf bottle with what you just made me.”  He’s so smug about it, and you hear someone suck their teeth on their end, but that only seems to make him chuckle.

“Hey Denki, did you ever get that food I sent your way?”

“Yes! It was great, even though someone only told me it was for me after eating about half of it.”

“You hum thoughtfully, “Yeah, that one’s on me, Sero did say he’d probably eat it on you.”

“I’ve been left out!” Mina cries.

"Sorry Mina, Denki asked if I could cook," You chuckle, “I’ll send something for you next time.”

“I’m holding you to that! But for real though, you would be fine with that? I know Akio seems the type, but we didn’t want to push.  It’s always hard to get us all together, though Bakugo will probably be a little late coming right off patrol.”

“Yeah, I appreciate you checking, but I’m good with that, so just text me the details.”

“Will do, Girlie.  See you Saturday!”  You give some parting words on your ends before she hangs up.

Akio pops his head on your shoulder. "So…"

"Yes…?"

"I was just thinking…" You can't help but roll your eyes, "this is the perfect chance to wear that dress I got you for your birthday." 

"The hooker dress?"

"It's not a hooker dress," He laughs, "I get you didn't really have the confidence to wear it before, but this'll be the first time you'll have friends clubbing that isn't just me behind the bar, or a hookup. No one's going to mess with you on my watch, and with heroes backing me up…?"  He exhales through his lips, making a raspberry sound, "No one will stand a chance. Besides, your boooyfriend will totally lose his shit seeing you in that dress, and probably drown you in so many compliments you never feel insecure in your skin again." 

You snort, "I highly doubt that, but I guess I'll try it on." It's a sheer long sleeve bodycon dress, white, that almost looks like a two piece due to there being a few centimeters of sheer material between the more solid top and bottom.  Personally, you don't really think it works for you, it feels like it highlights your soft areas too much for you to really feel pretty in it.  You paired it with a pair of black heels that have a metal looking heel on your left foot and a black wedge on your right, feeling those would be the best options out of your very limited shoe collection.

When you come back out, Akio circles you. “Metal heels, it works a little better for the dress. Hair…” He frees your locks, and ties it back up, half your hair down, and the other half tied behind your head in what feels like a sloppy rendition of a bun, “like this; it’ll be grabbable, but still frame your face nice.”

“Not everything has to be about getting laid, ‘Kio.”

“ I never said anything about getting laid.  You're the one with your mind in the gutter.”

“If it wasn’t about getting laid, you wouldn’t specifically tell me ‘so my hair is grabbable’.” You start taking off your shoes.

“If you didn’t want my help, you wouldn’t have told me, and I quote, “When I say it's from my wrist, to my elbow, know there’s very little exaggeration.” To a certain degree, that is fair. You knew exactly how bad you messed up when you let that bit slip while you were being interrogated while painting the rooms with him.  Akio is like a dog with a bone with certain things, and you having ‘positive social interactions’ has always been top of that list. Lord only knows how many nice people he tried to set you up with, only for you to not even entertain the idea. “Is it so wrong for me to want you to know if you have actually met your Prince Charming.  Not trying to push you or anything, but I also don’t want you to ‘waste a bunch of energy on something disappointing’.”

It’s almost verbatim something you’ve said, turning down any number of potential dates he wanted you to go on, and while your friend is the biggest pain in your ass, he’s always made you feel seen at the most random times.  You give him a back crushing hug, one that makes him scream for you to get off through his chuckles, and pushes you on the loveseat once you let go, throwing himself next to you, and showing you the video Mina’s call interrupted.

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Bakugo is on an absolute edge walking into the club.  The same club he picked you up from, which is suffocating on it’s own, but he also hasn’t talked to you in the slightest since the move, unsure how to bridge the gap. All the fairly sleepless nights haven’t helped either.  He even strongly considered having his mother send a bed as a housewarming gift, but knew that, one, you would put two and two together in no time flat, and probably wouldn’t even let it into the apartment, and two, his mother would be insufferable , wringing him for every last detail.

And if you called his mother directly to thank her?  You two would be too dangerous a combination on his sanity. He couldn’t let that happen under any circumstance.  

Slightly raised off the main dancefloor, he sees where some of the rentable tables are, but it seems it’s just your group tonight.  He can see Akio, sitting on the outside of the booth and your head next to him, making Sero look particularly tall on your other side.  He can see Mina sitting on the outside across from Akio, so Denki must be next to her, but it’s hard to tell exactly with this angle, and it seems like Kirishima is sitting in the bend of the table.

He’s positive you wouldn’t yell at him in front of everyone, but there's a heaviness in his gut.  He isn't sure he can handle your indifference either.

Not to mention Akio seems to want to feed him his own balls. He cannot fathom why you shared the details of that shower, but it clearly didn't do him any favors with your friend.

Katsuki Bakugo finds himself in the strange position of being nervous, and he does not enjoy it, but also, he cannot stand across the dancefloor from you, watching his friends all night. 

It isn’t long before You’re making your way down with Mina, Akio staying behind just a touch to apparently finish whatever he was saying before trailing a few steps behind you two, but none of that mattered. No, you, in that dress is all Bakugo could concentrate on.  It seems almost provocative to see you in public in something so form fitting, the white standing out like a beacon in the crowd.

He missed his chance getting you out of that black dress, but he'll be damned if anything ruins his chances of getting you out of this dress tonight.  Which means he has to man up, and stop watching from afar.

You and Mina take some open stools, waiting for a bartender's attention, singing to each other, and moving to the music.  Bakugo watches as Akio gets called off by a couple, almost as soon as he reaches you and Mina, and after you wave him off, and he gets welcomed by the woman who puts her arms around Akio’s neck, and the man who wraps around Akio’s waist.  Bakugo raises his eyebrows, shocked at how cozy the trio is, but shrugs it off as you giggle with Mina and shoot him a thumbs up. 

A man leans against Mina's back, and Bakugo can see him talking to, what he assumes is both of you, but can see the man clearly staring at your tits. He watches your face contort into a sneer, and that’s enough to get him to finally move , kicking off the wall, and stalking over towards you.

“-already told you, get off my friend, and I’m taken, so back the fuck off.”  The guy clearly isn’t taking you seriously, probably because you don’t yell at him, even though you are being firm and clear. Bakugo can see how mad you are, and how disgusted Mina is, hopping off the stool and standing in front of you, a silent plan of murder being telegraphed between you two.

Without hesitation, Bakugo wraps an arm around your waist, and kisses your temple, lying to himself that it’s just to sell the act, “Hey Babe, sorry I’m late.”

It takes a full second for you to stop glaring at the stranger, as you pull Mina closer to you, before you look over at him, rolling with his act seamlessly enough, “Hey Katsuki, we were starting to think you stood us up.”

“I already committed to coming, I wouldn’t back out.” Bakugo says while staring down the uninvited guest, and taking Mina’s seat, forcing the guy to back up, before another glare from Bakugo makes him leave entirely, “Oi! How long do we have to wait-Ow!”

You punched his arm from around Mina who’s still standing, but now between you two, "Shut up, I don't need my drinks being spat in. I'm not paying for someone else's spit in my mouth." You snort and lean over to Mina, just barely dropping your voice so the whole bar doesn't hear your joke, "But, if someone wants to pay for me to spit in their mouth, I could be persuaded."

You both dissolve into giggles, while Bakugo eyes you, a single eyebrow raised.  "Glad you actually did end up making it, why are you so late?" Mina asks, but the question is completely forgotten a second later when Mina waves down the bartender when she sees she makes eye contact.   

"What can I do for some lovely ladies?" The bartender asks, in a professionally flirty way, clearly working the charm for tips. Bakugo immediately sucks his teeth, unimpressed, but neither you nor Mina can be bothered.

"We're with Sero's table." Mina gestures back while she says it, "We just wanted to get some drinks for the table and see if you have anything fun off menu."

He leans closer to Mina, playfully, “A girl as pretty as you gets whatever she wants.” You let Mina handle ordering, letting her flirt the whole time, before he puts down two cute shots in front of both of you with a wink, “Two Black Roses, for two beauties, on the house. I’ll make sure everything gets to your table. A dance for the single ladies should be announced soon, so drink up.” He keeps looking at Bakugo, who keeps glaring back in turn, “Would you like something too, Handsome?”

He seems to chew over if he’s going to yell again or not before grinding out, “A regular beer.”  

He throws some cash down, and the bartender takes it all in stride, giving him his beer as you and Mina toast, and throw back your shots, only for a muffled announcement to be called, mostly drowned out by the music.

“C’mon, Y/N, ladies dance, dance with me!”  She tugs on your arm

“But Mina-”

“Don’t worry, just you and me!” With a nod you follow after her, waving over to the table briefly, before dancing with Mina, putting on quite the performance for Bakugo to watch as he finished his beer.

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You stay on the floor for a while with Mina, and eventually Bakugo makes his way over to the table. “Bakubro! You made it!” Kirishima is the first to notice him.

“Ooh! Ooh! Delayed because of a villain?” Denki asks.

“My guess was avoiding or cornered by fangirls.”   Sero adds.

“I agreed with Hanta.”  Kirishima has been in enough of those throngs to last through his grandkids’ lifetimes.

“Phone call.” Is the only answer they get as Bakugo throws himself in the booth next to Denki.  

"Well, glad you made it finally." Kirishima chimes in.

"Eh, boring, I'm joining the girls," Denki slips out of the booth, awkwardly sliding over Bakugo rather than just waiting for him to move, and makes his way to the dance floor.  You two incorporate Denki easily, happy to see him join you.   

"You see Akio around?  Haven’t seen him since he walked off after the girls?” Sero asks, pouring himself another shot from the bottle that was brought out.

“I saw him at the bar.  Seemed to be doing good for himself when I left. A man and woman on his arm.”

“Damn, let me tell Denki. Please, let me tell Denki.” Sero snickers to himself, “I can’t wait to see his face. ‘Kio has more game than he does.”

“I mean… Good for him. Kinda shocked, but I’m sure he’d text Y/N that he’s leaving." Kirishima says, unbothered.

Mina and you make it back to the table, Mina sitting on the outside on Bakugo's side, and you mirroring her on Sero's.

"What happened to Denki?" Sero asks, pouring a shot for you and sliding it over, making a silent challenge. 

"Someone pretty caught his attention, so he left us," You say with a chuckle, and take your shot, only for Sero to top it off again.   You roll your eyes and take the next shot too, looking unimpressed at him, while he just grins at you.

"I will say though, Y/N is a great time out. Didn't expect you to be such a good dancer!" Mina gives you a high five. "I know Just Dance and real dancing are very different things."

Which is something Bakugo and Kirishima silently agree with. You dancing with Denki and Mina to the game was a show, sure, but you dancing with Mina in the club was a treat . You moving to the music in your own way, though, leaning into Mina and vice versa, swaying and grinding with each other, while innocent in your own mind, was absolutely pornographic to the two heroes.

“Thank you, thank you.” You say with a small bow. You grab your clutch off the table and bring out your phone, “Well ‘Kio already left,” You say out loud, reading over the message. “One less person to transport for you, Eiji.”  The music transitions, and you can feel your eyes go wide as a salsa song you recognize from your childhood. 

"You know this?" Sero asks, pointing up, clearly referencing the music.

"Know this? I grew up on this! My childhood neighbors raised me with this music! You dance?"

"Hell yeah I do! My heritage got some flavor to it," He winks, making you laugh and drag Sero to the dance floor.  It's a good time of shaking hips and being twirled, but once the song is over Mina is out of the booth and joins you two on the dance floor.

Bakugo’s dark eyes follow you, happy that Mina being included puts more space between you and Sero, “She really  just dances with everyone?”

“Not everyone , just our friends, besides, it’s good to see her having a good time.  I even had a good time dancing with her earlier, but I kept accidently stepping on her toes, and that wasn’t really fun for either of us.” He could still feel some phantom pain from Feedback making it feel like he stepped on his own toes.

“I guess her having a good time ain't so bad." The only problem in Bakugo's mind was that she was settling in easily without needing him,  "Even Akio finally left her alone.”

"What do you mean? Her and 'Kio aren't attached to the hip or anything, they just… look out for each other. They live their own lives pretty easily though, and just check in with one another."

"Really, because all I've ever seen was him guarding her like a Doberman.”

Kirishima snorts, “Nothing wrong with someone looking out for her.  He basically made me promise to keep her safe when he left her at my place for the night after we all hung out at Denki’s. I mean, obviously I’d never let anything happen to her anyway, but one he was comfortable I was going to look out for her, he left to go hookup at a bar.”

Bakugo can feel his blood pressure rise, thinking back and suddenly remembering being taken off guard, running into you and Kirishima in the park with your stupid amount of sweets.  It was a decent time, great even if he could be honest with himself, and gave him the picture he now uses for your contact, with half of a DynaMight macron being brought to your lips.  He had his suspicions that you stood overnight with Kirishima, and even though it's so many weeks later, having those suspicions confirmed absolutely irritates him.  The only thought that seems to calm him down as he starts fixation on the thought of you two alone so early on, is the memory of having you that first time, so vulnerable, after being untouched for so long.  “Heh, never imagined he would do that.”

Denki throws himself on the bench with a heavy pout, and Sero scoots in right after him, Mina then you mirroring them respectively.  Mina pours the last of the table’s bottle and slides it over to Denki, while Sero puts his hand on Denki’s shoulder and announces, “Denks here got shot down. He’s ready to leave.” 

“And I’m going to head off to the bathroom, but I’m cool with leaving too.”

“Alright, meet you out back?” The redhead asks you, and with a nod, you’re off.

“Mina, split an Uber with me, help me get Denki in his apartment without me having to drag him? Because the liquor is going to hit him hard.”

She sighs and nods, taking out her phone, “Uber ordered.”

“I’m going to take a piss, myself.” Bakugo says, making Denki and Sero move to let him through.  The blonde looks for you, hoping to run into you before you get to the bathroom, to invite out over, but he doesn’t see you, even though there's a line to get into the ladies room, so he waits outside, for what feels like forever, waiting for you to come out, but you never do.  Granted, you went upstairs where it was quieter, so he had no chance of running into you.

With a pivot he decides it’s best to try and catch you before you get to Kirishima, who said he’d meet you out back, so Bakugo figures that would be the best place to run into you.  After a few more minutes his patience has long since run out, and he storms behind the club, looking to see if Kirishima even was still here, or if he’s just been waiting like an idiot.  This area was always closed off for the owner’s vehicle, when Bakugo came, but he knows VIP gets to park here if there's space, and sure enough, he see’s Kirishima standing in front of his fender in the dark open air.

The confirmation texts for the table came with tonight's passcode, so it isn't an issue to get past the gate, but as soon as he starts getting closer, Bakugo can only feel something wrong with this.  He hears faint noises, and walks a bit lighter, trying to hone in on what the hell is going on, when a clear moan rings out, before quickly cutting itself back off, stopping Bakugo dead in his tracks.

“Alright, Gemstone, I think you're ready for another.”  Kirishima moves his feet ever so slightly, and then adjusts heeled legs to spread wider for him on his hood.  Bakugo feels his eyebrows raise to his hairline.  He never really took Kirishima to be the type to pull something like this , and he really doesn’t want to interrupt his friend’s good time, and good for him, but also you have to be showing up soon, and this is just a tacky thing to do to kill some time waiting for you.

Bakugo turns around and pulls out his phone, ready to text you asking how you're getting home, to try and avoid you walking in and killing Kirishima’s fun, but a soft cry of “Eiji!” has Bakugo turning around again.  He can’t help but satisfy his morbid curiosity of getting closer, afraid to confirm his own suspicions, but he gets as close as he can while remaining in the dark, just enough to the side that he can finally see past his friend’s back, to see you .

You, who is shaking, legs spread, panties dangling around one ankle, and being as quiet as you can manage as the redhead fucks three fingers into you.

Now that Bakugo can see everything unfolding, he's rooted there in a sick mix of arousal and disgust, watching your half lidded, lust filled eyes, hearing the wet noises of his friend thrusting into you and all your little pants and whimpers.

“You going to cum for me?” The redhead asks, but you already look too fucked out to answer.  He isn’t bothered by your silence though, as he can feel you close due to Feedback, and his own cock throbs as he tips your head up for a fierce kiss that makes you whine into his mouth, “You know we aren’t leaving until you cum for me, Gem.”

You gush around his fingers at the threat, “Yes Eiji!” there's a quiet, desperate edge to your voice as you try and keep it down, “Gonna cum for you.”  

It’s not too long after that before your whole body spasms with a cry, and Kirishima helps you back into the car, snatching your panties for himself.  “Such a good girl for me,” He says, before kissing your forehead and closing your door once you’re in.  Bakugo watches in the dark, still hard, and still disgusted, as Kirishima gets into the driver’s seat and you lean in, giving him a sweet kiss that his friend is happy to match before driving to the vehicle gate and taking you home.

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 “You don’t like this dress right? Said it was a gift from ‘Kio?” He asks as you both kick off your shoes inside his doorway.

“I mean it’s cute, but I don’t think it’s for me , y'know?”

“I don’t, because it looks good on you, but,” From behind you, he tears the back of your dress, “Akio won’t mind if I was the one to ruin it, right?”

The thought makes you chuckle as you stand there in your strapless bra and nothing else since Kirishima took your panties before they hit the parking lot floor earlier. ‘Kio would certainly approve of your dress being a casualty of the bedroom.  "I think he'd be pleased with the news if I sell it to him just right. That'll cost you though." You give him a mischievous grin as you tug on his shirt pulling him down towards you, and he quickly moves in, caging you, and giving you a demanding kiss.

“I’m getting one more orgasm outta you before we try anything further tonight. Do you understand?”  You nod, starting to get him out of his clothes, “I don’t hear you, Gemstone.”

With a ribbing lilt, you answer, “Sir, yes Sir.”

You can see even though the title was said lightheartedly, it has an effect on him, as he shucks off his shirt, and picks you up, sitting you on his hips, so you can wrap your legs around him.  You're greedy to kiss him more, but he keeps your kisses at a steady pace, much to your frustration, before laying you down on his bed, and taking a scrunchie off his side table and tauntingly ties his hair up in a ponytail.  You can feel your eyes dilate as he leans over you, spreading your legs again, looking unfairly hot.  “You ready?” You nod, already squirming as he drags his rough fingertips from the insides of your knees, to your folds, maintaining eye contact as he slowly drags his tongue through them.

“Eiji!”  Your legs twitch on contact, despite the fact that you should have been prepared for it, but the sensation was still a shock, but Kirishima is nonplussed, curling his arms around your thighs and laving over your clit, making you cry out again.  Every touch is strategic and slow, and grating on your sanity, but you can’t deny it feels fantastic as Kirishima seems to ease the juices out of you.

He milks you for every sweet whine and cry he can, your pleas for more falling of deaf ears, as he feels your thighs quiver, still enclosed in his arms.

He pulls away, just a touch, placing a kiss on your clit, asking tauntingly, "You ready for more?"

You're too tired to even try to draw out his game. “Yes Eijirou, please … need you.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” His mouth drops back down on you, slowly breaching you with two, now slick fingers, teasing your g spot, then slipping his tongue in to rub it relentlessly until you make a mess on his face. Your panting, the intensity of your orgasm making you see stars as you try to catch your breath, feeling Kirishima kiss his way back up your body, “You good?” You nod breathlessly, “Ready to try tonight?”  

He sounds hesitant, but you give him a warm smile and a soft kiss. “Absolutely.  How should we do this?”

He leans over and grabs a condom from his side draw, “You on top, lets you control the pace.”  You both move so he can lay down, and you can’t help but lick at his openly weeping cock, earning a sharp hiss as he tries not to jerk his hips.  With a kiss to the base of his cock, you help him roll on the condom, lightly running your nails over the skin of his pelvis. “C’mere,” He helps line your bodies up, “Go ‘head Babe, your pace.”

It feels like it takes forever before you make it past the head of his cock, let alone taking the rest of him, and you're sweating and shaking and full .

Kirishima looks just as wrecked as you feel, both of you breathing heavily, as he grips tightly onto your hips. “How’re you feeling, Gemstone?”

“So fucking full, Ei, but so fucking good .”  His flushed smile encourages you to move.  Each movement is hesitant, but smooth, an accelerando building in the beats of your bodies. Feedback reports directly to Kirishima how close you are, and how heavily your body is crying out for more. 

“Let me take over.”  You have no issues handing over the reins, and Kirishima is more than happy to take them from you.  In no time at all, he readjusts you on his lap and is fucking up into you, steady as a metronome.  You groan harshly, still feeling too full to even get a proper lungful of air, but still do your best to bounce on him.  It’s all a lost cause though when Kirishima starts thumbing over your clit, “I gotcha, ‘m close too… cum for me Gem.”

Your a sore sweaty mess, coming on what feels like command, after being teased and taken apart for far too long, gripping his cock inside you until you hear him cum, as you work your way back to earth as he fucks you through the whole experience.  You immediately curl into his neck, still breathless, both literally and physically.

He pulls away after a few seconds of cuddling to toss the condom, before pulling you half on top of him. "Was that okay? Not too sore right?"

"Besides the fact that I feel disgustingly sweaty, I'm feeling pretty amazing right now."

He runs his fingers down your spine, asking "I'll change the sheets while you start a bath for us?" 

You kiss his chest, "You're the best." You carefully peel your body from his, and head to the bathroom, setting up a bath with the overabundance of foamy soap, the way he tends to set it up, and then grab two fresh towels while the water rises.  You pop your head back into the bedroom, "Need any help?"

"Thanks but I just finished." He pulls the last corner of the mattress and lays it back down.

"Alright, the bath should be just about filled." You clean up the minor chaos of dropping everything at the door and fish your phone out of your clutch, sending a Snap to Akio of your torn dress with a caption of Fallen Hero . Satisfied you've at least checked in with him, you follow your boyfriend into the bathroom. "Y'know, Mina I think has pre-set texts congratulating us since you told them we were official at the club. Gifs, regular texts, it’s honestly super sweet, even if it is blowing up my phone in half hour intervals.” You chuckle and scroll through some of the chat so he can see.

“Of course she is,” The redhead holds you as he looks on. “She called it day one, and kinda has been harassing me ever since about asking you out.” He bites your shoulder, sure “C’mon, in the water, before it gets cold.”

It’s a nice bath, soft kisses and touches helping bleed out the soreness from your body to the clouding water, until the water cools.  You both get ready for bed, more or less side by side, before you both get into bed, Kirishima wrapping an arm around you, after putting your head on his chest. “Comfy?”

“Yes,” You settle in as he covers you two, “but also, full disclaimer, if I sleep like this, you have to promise not to get mad if I drool on your chest in my sleep.”

His laugh shakes your whole body, “Promise I won’t,” He kisses the top of your head, “... but just in case, you can’t get mad at me if I happen to drool in my sleep either.”

“I guess that’s fair,” You joke, “ Night Eiji, sweet dreams.”

“Sweet dreams, Gemstone.”

You wake up, still tucked in Kirishima’s side, to your surprise, thinking surely you two would have shifted at some point, but apparently you both were just as comfortable through the night.  You flirt with the idea of going back to sleep, but you can already feel that your awake passed the point of dozing back off, so you carefully extract yourself and decide to go to the bathroom.  You’re comfortable catching up on your phone, when Kirishima’s contact lights up not a full minute later.

You decline the call with a text.

[Y/N]

Not to be TMI

But I’m not ready for you to hear me pissing over the phone yet 😂

[Eiji]

SORRY 💀💀

There is a surprising tenderness still when you wipe, but everything still seems fine after the pounding you took, so you wash your hands, opening the door. “Eiji? You good?”  You catch him out of the corner of your eye in the kitchen, and make your way over. “You needed something that you called? Or was it a butt dial?”

“Sorry ‘bout that, Y/N.” He seems the slightest bit embarrassed as he carefully cracks his eggs into a bowl, “You were just gone, and I thought maybe I messed up yesterday…”

“Aw,” you give him a quick hug, before you decide to hop on the counter, just for a more level conversation, “C’mere Hon,” He puts down the egg he was going to crack next, and steps between your legs, offering no resistance when you put his arms around you, or when you take his chin for a sweet press of your lips to his. “I’d tell you if I was leaving. At minimum, by text, but that would be like… for a quick run to the store.  Believe me , I'd give you a piece of my mind if I were upset.” He smirks despite fighting it, “All you did yesterday was introduce me to your friends as your girlfriend once we sat at the table, take me on a really nice date, tried to have a good time on the dance floor, which I'm sure we can work on, by the way… Then made be cum a few times before a bath and some sleeping… Where would I be upset about any of that? Did I miss something?”  

You press some light kisses across his cheeks as he grumbles out a bashful, “No.”

“So am I getting a real kiss then?”  His cheeks glow as he leans back into you, but makes the unfortunate mistake of supporting his hand on the counter, just catching a tip of the bowl of eggs, and shooting the yolky mess onto himself and the floor.

“Shit, did I get you?”

“Barely,” You grab a paper towel and wipe off the mucus-like dribble that landed on your thigh, just shy of hitting your sleep shorts. “Tell you what, you shower, I’ll clean this, and we’ll order something in the meantime to be delivered? My treat.”

“My treat, and it’s a deal.”  He rinses his hand to handle his phone, and you both set up an order to be delivered, helping you down to make sure you don’t slip in the egg, and showing you where all his cleaning stuff is. “Thanks Gem.”  With a kiss on your cheek he heads to the bathroom.

You’re washing your hands, fairly pleased with how clean the kitchen floor and counter was from your minor fiasco when two loud raps at the door announce your food is here.  You dry your hands, and make your way over, cracking open the door.

“Oh, you’re not breakfast. Come in,” You open the door wider, calling towards the bathroom, “Eij? Katsuki’s here!”  You doubt he would hear over the water, but you’re sure it’d be worse manners to leave the blonde outside the apartment rather than invite him into a home that isn’t yours.

Katsuki barely takes a full step in the door, eyeing you head to toe in your sleepwear, a sharp edge to his eyes, “You okay, man?”

“So this is what you do?”

“This? What is this , Katsuki?”

“Bakugo.” He corrects, and he watches your eyebrows raise as you blink once with disbelief, the faintest smirk on your face, but you don’t react beyond that, not trying to do or say anything, so he continues, “And, y’know, this thing … What’d your cousin say…?  Sleeping with top heroes to get into places…?”

You shock yourself with the very real urge to punch Bakugo has you curling your hand into a fist, but once you feel your arm go tense the thought domestic abuser flashes in your mind, and your hand releases itself, nail indents left on the inside of your hand.  

Bakugo’s pleased smirk fades when your eyes finally meet his again, seeing a cold fury settle over your whole body. “Eij?” You call out, “I’m going to head out, Bakugo will have my breakfast.”  You turn smoothly and walk into Kirishima’s room, softly closing the door behind you, and changing into the clothes you brought in earlier from the car.

You hear what you assume is a muffled greeting between Kirishima and Bakugo, but the door swings right open not two seconds later, “Gem? You okay? You’re leaving.”

“Yeah,” You tip your head up for a kiss, which he gives you, “I think it’s new job jitters, suddenly my stomach is in knots.”

“You can lay down here, I’ll take care of you.”

You give him a warm smile, “Thanks Hon, but I don’t think I’ll be very fun,” You give him another quick kiss since he’s close enough, “I’ll text you, okay?”  He nods, a bit lost, and watches you leave his room.  Bakugo watches as you make your way through the living room, picking up your purse and gym bag, gliding past him, putting on your shoes in the doorway, all without a glance at him, nor a word spoken.

Chapter Text

"So, Bakubro, good to see you, man. What brings you over here?" Kirishima asks, coming out of his room in sweats. 

"I, uh, actually wanted to talk to you… About Y/N. Didn't expect her to be here though." You were very adamant about not staying the night when you weren't stranded in the city. In fact, you tried not to avoid being stuck in the city the first time…

"What about Y/N…?" Kirishima asks cautiously, sitting back on his couch.

"You know she's-"

"Yes. I know you hooked up twice. Once when you picked her up from Temptations, and then another random time while she was at Todoroki's." He watches Bakugo deflate ever so slightly. "She's been honest about it, if that's what you were worried about."

"Yeah, well, apparently she sleeps with heroes… to get things." He finishes lamely. 

Kirishima takes a pause, unsure where this is going, "...Okay, what did you give her then?"

"What?" Bakugo asks, thrown off.

"If she sleeps with heroes, to get things, what did you give her?" The redhead enunciates, "We know every top hero, at least casually, it would have spread if there was a gold digger making their rounds. Wouldn't be the first time… but no one knew Y/N. I'm trying to see where you're coming from…" and truly, the redhead does try seeing it from Bakugo's perspective, "but she always tries to pay her way, she refused even letting you replace her bed, she was going to buy that green dress… I'm not sure where you're getting this idea unless you gave her something…?"

Bakugo is stunned, fully expecting Kirishima to see it his way, but somehow the tables have turned. "But her cousin said-"

"Her cousin ? The woman you don't know, that made a bad impression on your parents. Listen, clearly Y/N hasn't told you about herself, and I'm not going to share what isn't mine, but I wouldn't worry a thing about what Lily says…" The two lock eyes, and Kirishima watches as Bakugo tries to process his thoughts. "I mean, if she was really a gold digger Todoroki and Midoriya wouldn't be putting their hope in her, you know they do their research. In fact, if I would have just said something sooner, we wouldn't even be having this conversation." 

"What do you mean?" The Blonde asks sternly.

"Meaning she thought I was unavailable. I told her I was going to ask a girl I had my eye on, just testing out her reaction, but she got the idea that girl wasn't her . If I just had said something more direct, we'd have already been an item before you could pick her up."

A soft knock breaks the conversation up, and Kirishima gets up for the delivery, as Bakugo's stomach rolls at the thought of all the information just dropped in his lap.  He almost missed his chance entirely with you, and just as easily, if he were more honest that night he picked you up, maybe Kirishima would have been the one who instead didn't have a chance.

Bakugo knows that first kiss with you was too soft, too sincere , and that's why you clarified if it was just sex or not. In hindsight, if he just said he was even just open to the possibility of more, maybe…

Kirishima sighs, "Listen Katsuki, I appreciate you coming to look out for me and to be upfront and honest.  I know it was just sex between you two, and while I was a bit disappointed when she first told me... I like her, and… she's been through a lot, so can you just be civil with her? For me? I think Y/N and I have a chance at something really good." He hands Bakugo the food you ordered, which the blonde mechanically takes.

Which leaves Bakugo in a dilemma, unsure how things got so fucked and for much longer than he realized. He's already pissed you off, multiple times. Kirishima is asking so little of him, but ultimately, Bakugo doesn't want to let go. 

Soulmates are bullshit, but that Miho girl clearly had a point.  You two have chemistry , even if you tend to be at each other's throats, but Bakugo is big enough to admit, if only in his mind, that it's a weird foreplay that's just part of the fun. 

"Yeah, I can do that for you." The blonde says as sincerely as he can, because he can.  He has to.  You left, you were so mad, so there isn’t really anything else he can do but try and patch up whatever he can with you.  There’s nothing guaranteeing you will even forgive him, but there’s also nothing saying you and Kirishima will work out… There isn’t anything wrong with sticking things out for the moment… Besides, you can do something that just sours his feelings toward you altogether, where this whole thing can be left behind.  It’s a comforting thought as they sit with each other, sharing a meal, seemingly one less problem between them.

“By the way, don’t bring up her family or high school unless she does. It’s a really nasty subject.” The statement sends Bakugo into a coughing fit, almost strangled by your meal, while what he already ate of it sits far too heavy in his stomach.

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Akio comes out of his room as soon as you walk in the door, already knowing something was up after receiving your text that you were doing to pick up breakfast. “Hey, Y/N, ‘mornin’” He says cautiously, leaning against the kitchen island.

“G’Mornin’ ‘Kio.”  You drop the bag on the table, handing him a sandwich and a canned juice. “Have a good night?”

“I thought you would have had a better one, but now you’re acting like this, sooo, what’s up?”

You shrug your shoulders.  What could you even say? “Being with Eiji was amazing, and even this morning was really nice…” but as much as you want to rage, you can’t even talk about what Bakugo had said to you, “I think… I just got nervous about the new job.  It’s been a lot of change, y’know?”

“Yeah, I know.” He gives you a hug, “But you better be telling me the truth.”

“Course ‘Kio.” You say, knowing the smile you gave him is tired looking, “I’m going to eat this, maybe try and take a nap.  Last night took a ton out of me.”

"I bet it put a ton into you, too." You can't help but snort and crack a genuine smile, but Akio presses on, "But you did choose a man like twice as big as you, so..."

"I don't have any complaints," You say with a smirk, tucking into your sandwich, surprised that it's still very warm and fresh. "Go 'head though, tell me about your night."

" No ." He whines, unwrapping his sandwich, "Your night is infinitely more interesting. You don't get it on the reg like I do." He sees you shrug it off, so launches into his night, apparently running into the same couple he had slept with the first time you two came to the city.

It isn't long after you two finish breakfast that Akio receives a text message.  

[Y/N's beloved Kirishima]

Hey man, just wanted to check in

Y/N texted me she got home but she seems sort of out of it

[Akio]

She *is* a bit out of it, but I have an eye on her

If your free later we can always do dinner here

I'm sure she wouldn't mind cuddling on her bed after 😉

[Y/N's beloved Kirishima]

I wish I could but I can't 

Afternoon patrol today and a mid morning one tomorrow

Not really enough time by the time I get out today

[Akio]

Well the option is there if you change your mind

It surprises him when a half hour later when his next text isn't from Kirishima.

[Bitch Boy Bakugo]

Hey just checking that Y/N made it home

She hasn't responded to me

[Akio]

Yeah she's home, but what'd you do?

She rarely forgets to reply

It doesn't shock him when Bakugo doesn't respond. He let the blonde off the hook by answering off the bat, but if he was desperate enough to reach out… Well it'd be bad if a hero that actually does things got hurt because he was distracted.  Akio would still deck Viktor if given the chance, hero or no.

In fact, on that note, maybe more self defense work is in order. You taught him a few things, made sure he could keep him safe if he ever had to again. Not that he had to when you were around.

With a quick rap on your door he cracks it to see if you are, in fact, taking a nap, but he finds you instead rifling through your closet. "I'm sorry, I thought you already picked out clothes for the week." He leans on your doorframe.

"I did, but… I just want to make sure everything looks right. Make a good impression, y'know?"

"Babe, you're overqualified and broke out your sharpest outfits. Not to mention you're friends with your boss. You're spiraling on me."

"Maybe I am." You sigh. 

Akio plops himself on your bed, "What would you say…" he starts hesitantly, "to doing some self defense again?"

"Has that bastard tried reaching out again?"

"Please, you wish." He snorts when your stern face doesn't waiver, "All I'm saying is it's been a bit, and I don't want to get rusty, especially because of all the changes we've been going through. Plus it'll be good to let off some of that nervous energy without running."

That's how the two of you find yourselves moving the couple of chairs in the small stretch of 'living room' with a few foam mats to try and cover some of the area so you both aren't as likely to be hurt.   

Akio is precise in where he hits, ever since you thought him; the accuracy of his hits fueled by his quirk, but he cannot always get his body to move exactly how he wants, so his maneuvers aren't always clean, but he's persistent, and pretty fucking tired after a few minutes of grappling on the floor with you.

"Get off of me, you're heavy !" He chuckles and tries pushing you away, but he's pinned. "This got too serious too quick."

"Serious? I haven't even thrown you around! We don't have the right flooring for this to be serious ." You mush his face and roll off of him. "Maybe when I get my own gym membership. Don't think you can use the agency's, even if we're cool with Todoroki."

"Can you start on dinner? I'm hungry now." He tries to give you his best puppy eyes. "Maybe some shrimp scampi…?"

You sigh, "Let's see what we got, don't think we have shrimp for that."

"I will run out to the store, please ."  He pleads.

"Okay, okay," You're already checking through cabinets. With a quick check of the fridge, you confirm, "Yeah, shrimp and maybe some extra wine." You shake the bottle, "this should be just enough for the scampi."

"Yes, Ma'am! Heading out now, so you can get started!" He's out the door before you can even protest, but since there isn't much to do before Akio gets back, you set up the living room again before you start on setting up garlic bread.

Akio only pauses right before leaving the building, just to make sure he still has his wallet in his pants after all that grappling, only to overhear one of the other tenants, talking amongst themselves, "You don't think there's a villain here, do you?"

"He's been standing outside for so long."

Akio gets closer to the glass doors, only to see DynaMight standing just off of the sidewalk, looking up at the building. Sucking his teeth, he leaves the building, calling out through clenched teeth, "Hey, you're scaring the neighbors. They think we have a villain in the building!"

That seems to get DynaMight's attention.  "Sorry, I'll go."  

Sorry? Did this man just say sorry ?

"Hey! What are you doing here?" Akio catches up to the hero, who has already started walking away. "You're not just standing outside for nothing."

"Just forget it."

"You don't get to tell me to just forget it!" Akio stops right in front of him. "And I know, for sure, you don't need me to start a scene and make a PR nightmare for you." The threat makes the hero pause. "I'm not dumb, clearly something happened. She comes home early, you and Kirishima are checking in through me…"

That shouldn't catch him off guard, but it does. "He did too?" Of course the redhead would check though, he's always been considerate, and with your newly cemented relationship status... "I was just… I said something I probably shouldn't have. I just wanted to make sure Y/N was alright, but…" Akio watches the hero's shoulders slump, "I'm sure she doesn't want to see me if she isn't even responding to my texts."

"Wow, you must have been a real prick if you're owning up to it." The blonde already looks beat, and Akio takes pity on him. "You need to ease up. That ego of yours blinds you from seeing anyone else's perspective, so I'm going to tell you my perspective , and see if it sinks, okay? So follow me because you're holding up dinner." 

"I have patrol still."

"That didn't stop you from standing outside of our building for how long ? What's a few minutes more?" And just like that, the blonde starts following your friend without argument. "So you know Y/N and I worked together, right? Before the restaurant?" He didn't know that, or at least he didn't remember , "We worked a regular office gig together, and we were okay . Polite.  But one day, there's this meeting, where we just happened to sit next to each other, and as our department leaders are telling us how they're trying to change some processes, but the changes made literally no sense . So she leans in, and starts talking so much shit that I couldn't help but snicker with her the rest of the meeting, running live stats about how awful a move they're making the more they talk."

"So after that, we start working more closely together. Take our concerns up with our bosses, and land a separate project to actually change processes in a way that will actually work, but about halfway through, I drop off the face of the earth. No calls, no texts, no show at work. Apparently they were openly floating the idea of terminating me, so Y/N made her way to my place, and kudos to her because she was only there once at that point, to try and get my head out of my ass.  Imagine her surprise when I open the door, expecting my then boyfriend, and she sees me with a still nasty black eye."

"First thing she asks is who did it, but I was trying to shove her out already. I didn't want to give her any answers, and my ex was almost as big as you, so I needed her out, I couldn't let her get hurt, and I wasn't sure what to expect because he never put his hands on me like that before.  Instead of leaving though, she stands in my doorway, trying to convince me to leave. I guess she saw a lot of me in her, because next thing I know she's hustling me to pack all my important stuff, that I can stay with her for the moment, and she'll help me on my feet."

"Of course he comes home, catches us packing up my stuff, and isn't happy about it, but when he reaches for me, somehow the girl has him pinned when she was just across the room. I never heard what she told him, but it was clearly a heavy threat with the way the man paled, but it was like his mouth was sealed, because he never said a thing to either of us as we left." Akio stops outside the store. "It was tedious, but the girl did everything for me to get on my feet. My own, personal hero if you will.  I still owe her a ton of money too, but she still let's me live comfortably while saving as much as she can… So give her a break. Love her to death, but she shoulders more than her own problems, and I'm ashamed to say I'm a part of it."

"I don't understand, why-"

"I'm telling you this, because she deserves your respect, because whatever you said was clearly something you know was wrong, and you deserve to feel awful about it. I want you to feel so awful about it you actually change . She'll tolerate you for Kirishima's sake, because that's the type of person she is, but she deserves better, and if no one else is going to give you a reality check, I'm happy to be the one to do it while Y/N takes whatever break she can from you."

If Akio thought DynaMight looked beat before, he's probably aged a decade just in this conversation, "I've actually had a few reality checks today." He says with a humorless laugh, before wandering back on patrol.

Chapter Text

"Took you long enough." Is exactly how you greet Akio, the second he opens the door.

"Funny story, I had to go to a second store." He says with a chuckle.

You take the bag from him, and get to work, "Mhmm, try again."

He pretends to think it over, "Would you believe I sucked the soul out of a begrudgingly beautiful blonde?"

His comment sends you into a fit of giggles, "More believable, but if that were true, you'd be even more late coming home." You both then get a good laugh, and even though you didn't get a direct answer, you feel good enough about it that he's okay, not bothered out in the streets.  He washes his hands and falls into place beside you, helping as needed, but knowing he's mostly helpless in the kitchen outside of small tasks.  

It isn't long before food is done, and you're both eating side by side on Akio's bed, watching a movie like when you both were in crappy rented rooms.  You both decided you can hold off on more furniture and decorations until after your new paychecks start coming in steady, and it wasn’t like you weren’t living in worse conditions before. 

You hear a door knock, and go to put your food down, but Akio starts scrambling off the bed, his bowl almost tipping over on his bed and testing your reflexes.  “I’ll get it.” 

"Yeah, no shit," You mutter, under your breath, putting his food on the side table.  

Akio is relieved when he cracks the door and sees Kirishima there in his street clothes and cap, worried Bakugo may have gotten the balls to come here with a half assed apology. "Y/N, it's for you!" He calls over his shoulder, letting the redhead in.

"Thanks," Kirishima says, making his way in, "I really can't stay, but I wanted to make sure she was okay myself."

Akio gives him a knowing smile. "She's good, but I doubt you're getting right back out." Kirishima is startled when you come out from Akio's room, fully expecting you to come from the other side of the apartment. 

"Eiji! What a pleasant surprise!" You put your food on the kitchen island before giving your boyfriend a hug, which he returns. "Did you eat dinner yet?"

"No, I was going to pick up something on the way home, but I wanted to check in on you first." 

"Aw, c'mere," You tip your head up for a kiss, and are satisfied with his quick kiss, "Take a seat, dinner should still be fairly warm. It's shrimp scampi."

"I can't really stay, mid morning patrol tomorrow." 

You look at him, unimpressed, "Eating now will take less time than stopping somewhere to pick up dinner. 'Mnot forcing you to stay, but I'd feel better if I knew you ate, and it's not like I'm one for leftovers…" You give him an embellished pout, "but if you don't like my cooking…"

"No! No, I didn't say that! I just," You can't help the soft snort of air as you try not to laugh at his distress, and you watch him relax seeing you weren't serious, "don't want to crowd you if you left this morning for some personal space." 

You try to keep your tone steady, even though you feel your face burning, as you hand him his dinner. "Well, I was going to let you leave, but now I'm going to reconsider… you know I can't resist how sweet and thoughtful you are."  He seems to bask in your compliment, with colored cheeks and avoidant eyes, sitting down on an armchair, and quietly starts to eat. You smile his way regardless, happy that he's happy, and giving him a small kiss to the side of his face.  “Would you like some company,  or do you just want to dine and dash so you don’t get tempted to stay long.” 

You both laugh when you hear Akio booing from his room, bringing his own plate out and sitting on the loveseat. "Oh course he wants company, but I'll stay out here and make sure no tempting happens." 

He winks at Kirishima, as you sigh and roll your eyes, “Like there isn’t just as big a chance you wouldn’t shove Eiji and I in a closet like we’re middle schoolers.”

“I should shove you both in a closet, let you both grope each other awkwardly in the dark to help you burn some of those jitters out of your system, but one, you’re both strong enough to break down the door and two, you pay half of my rent, so I can’t have you terminated day one.”

“That’s okay, I’ll just live off that loan money you’re paying me back.” You deadpan.

 Akio sits up a bit straighter with a weak chuckle, “Have I mentioned you are beautiful and magnanimous, my liege? And your dinner…?”

“Dinner is really good, Gemstone!”  Kirishima says, his mouth still full.

“ Gemstone ?” Akio asks with wide eyes, looking like he’s been handed an early birthday gift. “She lets you call her Gemstone?”

You think back, because surely it couldn't be the first Akio has heard of it, but you can already tell he’s going to be insufferable about it. You look at Kirishima, who seems like he isn’t sure if he should confirm it or not, so you look over to Akio, saying casually “Yeah, I’m his Gemstone, so get it all out of your system, because that’s exactly what I want to be.”  Just saying the words out loud makes you cringe internally, but when you look over at Kirishima, he’s looking at you with such an openly soft look, you can’t help but feel you said the right thing, even if you can't help but flit your eyes away from him again.

The outright glee on Akio’s face is apparent as he gets up, “Well, with that, I am no longer going to chaperone you two, and will give you all the time in the world to do whatever you need to while I take a shower.”

Kirishima waits until he hears the bathroom door close, before reaching over and taking your hand, "You still okay being my Gem?" He asks.

"Of course I am! You think I'm going to let a bit of teasing from Akio change that?"  Your response is immediate, "I'd deal with more if I had to..." You squeeze his hand, looking at the floor. "But I'll be honest, hopefully it's just a bit of teasing…" 

"Knowing our friends, there will be a lot of teasing." You huff a humorless laugh, as he brings your hand up and kisses it. "I should get out of here though."

"Okay Eiji." He takes the dirty dishes that Akio left, and from you and puts them in your sink, but when he starts looking around, "If you think you're doing the dishes, you aren't." 

"But you cooked."

"And you insisted on leaving," You reply with a smirk, gently moving him away from the sink and to the door. "Get home safe for me."

"Will do, just for you Y/N." The kiss he gives you is dizzying, making you whine when he pulls away. "Sweet dreams."

"Like I'll be having sweet dreams after a kiss like that."  He chuckles while opening the door, "Good night, Eiji, text me when you get home." 

He presses another quick  kiss on you, before starting to walk off, “Will do, good night Y/N.”

“You two are boring,” Akio says, still dressed, starting on the dishes.

“Like I’d suck his dick knowing your nosey ass was listening.  You didn’t even turn on the shower.” You say deadpan, “But let me take a shower real quick, this is time sensitive.”

“Vengeance?”

“Just a little.” You know it isn’t too long for him to get home, so you rush to take a quick shower, and comb through your hair. Still wet, you scurry back to your room, breaking out Kirishima’s Red Riot sweater and searching for a particular set of panties you know will match perfectly .  With a little ‘aha’ you find the scrap of deep red lace and let them settle around your knees, making sure you look just right , showing plenty of your still shower dewy skin, heightened by you hiking the bottom hem so it scarcely covers the goods.

You take a Snap, but aren’t happy with your mirror selfie, so rearrange yourself a bit.  You are happy with the second picture you take on Snap, when a notification preview runs across the top.

[Eiji]

Made it home

[Y/N]

Happy to hear it 🥰

You respond within the notification bar, and once your reply is done, you put the finishing touch on your Snap, adding a little caption, over your shoulder. Goodnight, Sweet Dreams 😘 .  You even send it with the treat of it being on an infinite timer.

[TheManlyRedRiot TOOK A SCREENSHOT!]

[TheManlyRedRiot]

|FUCK

|{Pic}

|Look how hard you made me

He sends back an excellent Snap of his hard cock trapped in some gray sweats.

[LadyFeedback]

|Guess we’ll BOTH be having sweet dreams 😈

[TheManlyRedRiot]

|Always a sweet dream when you’re in it

[LadyFeedback]

|{Gif  Girl_Blushing}

|Sap

Chapter Text

You're rocking in front of the building in your heels.

[Akio]

Just remember, if you stand outside the building too long, you'll manage to be late 

Have a great first day!

I'll probably just miss you today going to work

With a deep breath, you try to settle yourself, straightening your pencil shirt and collared work shirt yet again. You were a half hour early, but haven't actually been able to work up the nerve to actually walk in in the last five minutes.

You manage to make your way through the main entrance and make your way to the receptionist just inside. "Hello, I'm Y/N, the new hire." 

"Oh, you're early," She's an older lady, but screams bubbly with her smile, "I know it's right arou- Aha! Here Honey!" She hands you a security tag with your name. "You'll get a proper one once we get your picture, but you can head right up. Eighth floor."

"Thanks!" You use your new badge to get past the second set of doors and head right to the elevator. There’s a surprising amount of activity in the building, but it is very quiet when you reach your floor, almost empty with the exception of two very familiar faces.

"Eiji! Shoto! Good morning! What are we crowding?" You can’t help but be a little nosey, popping your head in the space between their shoulders. It’s definitely the desk you picked, monitors seemingly set up to what you assume is a tower under the desk, laptop just off center of the desk, and some boxes and a coffee cup piled dead center

“Y/N!” Kirishima stands a little straighter, adding under his breath “Shit, am I late?”  He checks his phone, “You always really early?”

“Early or late, never quite on time.” You respond with a chuckle.

“Well, we tried.” Todoroki says to the redhead, before turning to you, “Good morning Y/N."

"Morning Boss.  'Morning Babe. What's all this?"   

"I was saying how I was going to buy you breakfast, but wasn't sure what to get you."

"And I was going to surprise you, so I offered to grab breakfast while I was at it."  

With a happy hum, you hug your boyfriend, “Aw, thank you guys.” You walk around the desk, moving your new chair, and opening the top box, and the smell of fresh bread fills the air, three sandwiches wrapped inside.  You hold out the box, and both heroes take a sandwich, which you push aside quickly in favor of opening the second box, pausing to read the note on top You got this Gemstone 🖤 which is filled with recognizable animal pastries and Red Riot and Shoto hero macrons. “Eiji!” You coo.

“Those were your favorites, right? When we went? I even got this." He pushes the cup toward you, uncapping it carefully as he does, revealing little meringue animals peeking out of mostly melted whipped cream.  Such simple things, but it makes you feel emotions .

"I couldn't ask for more. Thank you, really." You make your way back around the desk, hiding your face in your boyfriend's chest, and giving him another hug.

"Gem! Watch it Babe, you're crushing me." He says with a breathless chuckle, hugging you back. "Glad you like it."

"I love it." He takes you by the chin and kisses you, borderline indecently for the office, and you playfully push him away. "Go before you're late, mister."

"I'll text you. See you guys!" With another quick squeeze, he lets go of you, and waves at Todoroki as he makes his way out of the building.

"You text me you two were an item, but it's a very different thing to see in person... Gem." It's all delivered in monotone, just the faintest smirk on his face, but Todoroki taking a jibe takes you by surprise.

Your smirk mirrors his own, "You going to tease me too?" 

"Wouldn't dream of it. You'd have too many opportunities to retaliate when sparring. I know better than to end up like Midoriya." The two-toned man ghosts his fingers over his own nose, making you laugh. "Eat and start on familiarizing yourself with your station, and we'll get your badge finalized after that, and I'll take you on a quick tour. I blocked out the morning for 'paperwork', so you have me all morning."  

"Sounds like a plan.” He nods and heads into his office, leaving you to your own devices, in the nice space that's just tucked off the main path to his office.  You tape Kirishima’s note to hang off one of your monitors, and start up your tower, unwrapping your sandwich and pausing.  You flip the top of the box that had the sandwiches in it, and while you aren’t one hundred percent certain, you are very sure this is from the little bakery Kirishima first took you and Akio to when you first came to check out apartments.  Your first bite only confirms your suspicion that this is exactly what you had got while you were there.  He stopped at two different places, just so you had a pick me up for your first day.  You’ll have to make it up to him…

You’re almost done with your sandwich when Todoroki pops his head back out. “How’s it going?”

“Good, looks like most network access is set up, just need the proper logins.”  You hum scrolling through some settings, “What do you use to schedule? I don’t see any specialty programs… Do you just share your phone's calendar account…?

“Oh, no, let me show you.” The man walks back to his office to come back a few seconds later, handing you a spiral ringed yearly planner that was filled with every color post-it until it was cartoonishly overpacked.  It’d be funny if it were someone else’s job.

“Shoto, what is this?”

“My planner,” He tilts his head ever so slightly, “is it not obvious?”

“This looks more like my resignation letter to me.” Literally you can see a sticky note that fell off in his doorway, “Tell me this is a joke, and what you hand your dad when you want to avoid plans.”

He seems to turn the idea over in his head, “I never thought of that before.”  

It quickly becomes clear he isn’t joking, and he truly has a planner that’s more patchwork than anything.  “Whoever your last secretary was, sucked.  This is hardly a system.”  You start leafing through post-its, “How’d you make it to anything on time?”

“I did this all myself, but I’ll admit it has been getting hard to handle.  I was going to post for some help,” He shrugged, “But everything fell into place before I had to.”

One one hand, you hate the fact that despite his clear need for help, it feels like this position was just made to throw you a bone, on the other hand, it feels like you already deserve a raise, and you haven't even gotten your actual badge. You can’t help your resigned sigh, “I guess you're right… But we are absolutely going digital, I won’t let us deal with this sticky note nonsense anymore.  It’s probably going to take me a literal 24 hours to make it through all this.”

“Deal.  Let’s go now and finalize things with security and take it from there.” With a nod, and stealing a Raspberry Red Riot, you follow your new boss, ready to take on the new challenge.

Chapter Text

It takes about three work days to comb through the nightmare that was Todoroki's "planner". You stopped counting after 150 sticky notes, but you know there was quite easily double that amount stuck in that planner. Shoto Todoroki, if nothing else, is a confirmed sadist, but he works well with you, giving you fairly free rein to do whatever you feel is best, and quick to say if something isn't working for him. All in all, you can’t complain how the first few days go, post-it fiasco aside, and only hope it’s indicative of working for Todoroki overall.  

You're munching on some lunch, now an unofficial daily incentive paid for by Todoroki so that you actually stay on after dealing with his schedule, and start looking up more diverse gyms, something that you hope will have immersive terrain training. There are only a few that can be considered local, of which only one in your option was actually local. Reading through some of the terms and conditions, you see you do need to have a hero or work permit to be able to join, and that it is fairly expensive, but with everything else too far away for your tastes, you figure you at least owe it to yourself to check it out in person. You write down some key information, and take a picture of the note just to make sure you don't lose anything.

[Y/N]

Going to check out a gym after work

I'll probably miss seeing you before you head to work

[Akio]

Is this code for seeing Kirishima

Because you can just say your going to get railed lol

[Y/N]

Why would I

Y'know

{Gif I_cant_even_with_you}

Todoroki is already out on patrol when your shift is over, so just before you clock out you double check all his updates are listed on his giant wall calendar as well as the one that remotely updates to his phone. With a work email just giving him a quick recap of changes for tomorrow, you clock out, and head toward the gym. 

It’s a decent walk, and with the temperature cooling with the setting sun, it puts just a bit more oomph into your pace. You write a reminder in your phone’s notes to remind yourself to find your light jacket with fall approaching. 

When you get to the gym, you go right to the front desk where a man is working on a screen that is built sunken into the desk and pivoted so he can see it through the glass panel, but you cannot. "Excuse me. I was looking to possibly sign up.”

The practiced smile slides right off the workers face. “I don’t recognize you. What’s your work permit for? Because we limit those slots.”

“I have an active hero license and work license.” You reach into your bag, pulling out paper copies, which was a requirement listed on the website.

“Double licensed? And I don’t recognize you? Get out of here, before I report you for license fraud.”

“Fraud..?” You echo, confused, “You have to have the capacity to run them for authenticity if you require copies, right? Just run my hero license, since those don’t seem to be capped.” 

You see his eyes flicker over your shoulder, before he lowers his voice, “I said leave.”

You suck your teeth, taking back your copy from the counter, “Y/N?”

You look over to find a stunned looking Bakugo, “Bakugo.” You acknowledge cooly, putting your copy back in your bag.

“Don’t,” He sighs, hearing how you're already dismissing him, and missing his first name in your voice, “I shouldn’t have said that. I shouldn’t have said any of that. Can we talk?”

“I was actually being kicked out for,” you turn your head over your shoulder, to face the man behind the counter, “license fraud.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” It doesn’t take the blonde more than two seconds to put two and two together, noticing the tenseness of the man now watching you two, “You looking to join?”

“No, I don’t stay around people who make it clear I'm unwelcomed.”

"Please Y/N." It comes out soft and low, as he tips your face up to look at him. Between his soft voice and touch, and the vulnerability in his gaze, it takes you right back to that first kiss in the back seat of that uber. “I get it if you don’t want to talk to me right now, if you need time, but… I wanna try and fix us.”

“Fix us?” Anger cracks through the softness you were just feeling. “You’ve made it very clear there is no us, Bakugo.”

“But I want there to be.” He takes a breath, thinking about the severity of what he just said, watching your face turn into a scowl, his fingers still under your chin. “I overreacted, but...” He huffs, frustrated, unsure exactly what he wants to say, “Can we, just, not do this here?”

With an exhausted sigh, you drop your face again. “Bakugo, we don’t have to do this at all…”

Bakugo concedes, feeling as tired as you sound, “Okay, well then… maybe later.”

“Yeah, maybe later…”

“But first,” He heads over to the desk, “Give me a contract.”

“I-I can’t do that. You need to have a license to become a,” The worker gulps, “a member here due to the-”

“You have a license, right?” Bakugo asks you.

“Two, in fact.” You deadpan. “Work and hero.”

Bakugo pauses, absorbing the information, hero license...? “Work and hero… Sounds like she’s overqualified. I only have a hero one.”

“Exactly, most people have one. And Heroes we don't even need to verify because we know a hero when we see one. Who is she?”

“You don’t recognize her? Her face was all over the news, what, last week?”

“The mall? You ask, “Saturday before last.”

You both watch as realization sinks into the employee, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean, shit, I didn’t recognize her as you two’s girlfriend.” You both make choking noises, stunned, “I’ll, uh, take those photocopies and put you on the list. It takes a few days to run everything.”  

He walks a bit away, presumably looking for a contract, leaving you two in an awkward silence. When you look over to Bakugo, he seems just as embarrassed, “I’m sure you can handle yourself with that asshole from here.” He moves and scans in, briefly stopping before heading back. “But, um, we should really pick back up from before. When you’re ready.”

Chapter Text

You lay in bed, still bothered by your encounter with Bakugo.  The man is infuriating, without a doubt, but it seemed like he was trying .  He sort of said sorry for throwing your moving boxes.  He sent Kirishima the apartment you now find yourself in. He tried to play the boyfriend roll at the bar.  Anything money related you can’t count as something in his favor.

He accused you of being a slut for heroes.  With his whole chest, he told you to call him Bakugo, and implied you were a hero whore.

You roll over and grunt into your pillows. Where did the man get the nerve? 

[Eiji]

You home?

[Y/N]

Yeah, why?

[Eiji]

Can I swing by?

I can be over in like an hour

[Y/N]

Yeah

[Eiji]

Does there happen to be some food for me 🥺

[Y/N]

Oh, so you just want a free meal, hmm? 😂

[Eiji]

I missed you

But I'm also starving 😅

[Y/N]

Come right over Hon

LMK when your like 5 mins away and I'll warm it up for you 😊

[Eiji]

You're the BEST 🤩

You smirk at your phone.  The best, you certainly are not, but hearing it from the redhead, you kind of want to believe it. If only for a little. If only just to help chase away Bakugo's cruel words biting into your consciousness again.

You get up and section off a good size dinner for Akio in a Tupperware, and put it off to the side.   Since Kirishima has been coming around daily, you've adjusted to just making more food. When the redhead came over before his overnight, just to see you for a few minutes, you knew you had to adjust, because ultimately you take care of your people. You could even hear your father, in one of his softer moments giving you some life advice when you were younger, You can always feed one more. Never had you thought that lesson stuck, but you happily provided for Akio until he was able to get a bit stable and pitch in, and now you find yourself doing the same for your hero boyfriend, who definitely eats .

If Bakugo's words weren't eating into you, you sure you'd be smiling to yourself, because it's rare for you to have random happy memories with your parents. 

You hear a knock, and crack open the door, before welcoming your boyfriend in. “You didn’t let me know you were close. I’d have warmed up-”

A quick kiss shuts you right up, leaving you slightly dazed. “Don’t worry about it, I just wanted to get here as quick as I could. I’m being sent out of town for two days to help another agency, so I really wanted to see you tonight." He gives you another kiss. "How was your day, Gemstone." 

"Not bad, just… weird. Yours?" 

"Mine was okay, but why was yours weird?" Kirishima asks, already helping himself. 

You sigh, "Trying to get a gym membership was a lot harder than I thought it would be. The guy there was accusing me of license fraud, Bakugo happened to walk in," which soured your mood, but you don't have to recap that little nugget, "and after seeing I was being sent away, was like 'she has two licenses and was all over the news for the mall situation'. So the man looked at me again and was like, 'so sorry, I didn't realize she was you two's girlfriend' and actually let's me fill out a contract, because apparently that's enough to mean I am incapable of fraud… Bakugo and I couldn't even look at each other. It was so embarrassing."

"Aww," He puts his plate down, untouched, "Weird makes a lot of sense now.  Sorry to hear it, Gem, but I'm more than happy to help you forget all about it." 

"Help me forget..?" You echo questioningly, but when you look up at his smug, sharp-toothed smile. "Oh."

"How 'bout I have some dessert before dinner?" He takes your hand and squeezes it.  You bashfully intertwine your fingers with his, and drag him towards your room, but he's quick to scoop you in his arms and lay you down on your bed, jostling your blankets and stuffed animals. The sound of wet kisses fill the room in no time as you pull him closer so there's no space between you two.  Kirishima's fingers travel down your body, under your overlong sleep sweater, guiding your legs open to reveal a pretty scrap of material over your mound, and lightly running his fingers over your inner thighs, watching you squirm under the faintest of caresses. "So pretty, Gem." He leans forward, licking over the fabric, making you whine. "Don't worry Babe, I'mma give you exactly what you want." He chuckles, "Get up, I'm going to have you ride my face." You squawk in protest, but Kirishima is already tutting and inching you aside, taking most of your bed's real estate. "C'mon," he urges you into position. "And I do mean sit on my face . I'm unbreakable, and I'm going to run every single thought out of my pretty girlfriend. He seizes your legs the moment you move closer to him, damn near  parking you on his mouth. “You know the stoplight system, right?”

You shiver, his breath hitting the apex of your thighs, “Yeah Eiji, I know.” 

He plays with the edge of your panties, “Good, that’s what we’ll use tonight.” His fingers hooked inside the material, “How attached are you to these panties?”

“Not at aH-” He tears the panties away from your body, shredding them immediately, and buries his face in your wet pussy.  His arms lock around your thighs, keeping you in place, teasing you with tongue and teeth.  He delights the second he starts feeling Feedback, and feeling your muscles move under your skin that he’s clinging to. “Eiji!”

He hums, but doesn’t stop, sliding his tongue inside you, releasing one of your thighs so he can start playing with your clit. Your legs, while still pleasantly tense, slowly spread wider, putting more weight on your boyfriend, but the second you try to resettle yourself, the redhead pulls you back on top of him.  Your sweet cries fill your room, as you start helplessly grinding on his face, tangling your fingers in his hair.  With a hum of approval, Kirishima  starts sucking on your clit,  and working his fingers inside you, coaxing your body for more, and teasing that spongy spot in your hot, gummy walls.

This man is doing everything to milk you for an orgasm, and all you can do is selfishly beg for more between cries of your boyfriend's name. You're sweaty, and leaking but still so desperate for more, and it drives Kirishima feral . You're his girlfriend. He's the only one who gets to see you like this now. His name is the one you're crying for.

He remembers reading all those rumors after your trip to the mall.  He remembers seeing even more rumors crop up after you had been seen with Bakugo at his parent's party, to be seen later in the same dress, being taken by himself to dinner at a completely rented out restaurant. A teasing bite to your clit makes your body jolt violently on top of him, bringing tears to your eyes. He can feel himself as desperate for more as you are, thanks to your quirk, but he's determined to keep this about you , and not have the complexity of his feelings with his closest friend ruin this . Not when he is the one getting to experience every squirm and shake as he takes you apart. 

“Eiji! You’re going to make… I’m going to cum like this…” 

The little movement of your hips make your body jiggle, and though Kirishima is reluctant to pull his mouth away, he relentlessly fucks you with a newly added third finger, and pulls away just enough to give a firm command in a greedy rasp. “Then cum for your boyfriend ,” before reattaching his mouth and sucking .

Any control you thought you had over your body is lost at his words, your body seemingly collapsing on itself after the intensity of the orgasm you were just provided.  You look down at Kirishima, but he's just giving you a shiny, smug smile. "Can't wait to do this again." He gives you a playful wiggle of his eyebrows as you readjust, so you can lay against the man who just tried snatching your soul from inside you.

"Let me," You pant, "Let me...return the favor." Your fingers trail down his side as you take his face with your free hand, kissing him deeply, pulling another pleased rumble from his chest. 

“Y/N?” He asks softly, “Wanna stay the night at my place? My bed is sturdy,” He chuckles weakly, before finishing softly, “and… and I’d really like to sleep next to you if I'm going to be away for a bit.”

“Yeah, um, how about you go eat, and I’ll make an overnight bag?”

“Sounds like a plan, Gem.” With a quick kiss, he gets up, leaving you to pack, your sticky thighs a constant reminder there’s even more pleasure to come…

Chapter Text

You aren’t sure whose alarm is going off, but it sure is a struggle to want to move from where Kirishima has you tucked into his side.  You press yourself closer to him with a groan, pleasantly tender from last night.  Kirishima was adamant about checking on your color, being a bit rough, not that you were complaining, and marking you all over.  Thankfully the collared shirt you grabbed last night should be enough to cover most of it.

You snatch your phone after your half second of extra snuggling to not bother Kirishima, who’s still sleeping soundly, and carefully maneuver out of his embrace, to try and let him sleep in before his trip.

You take everything to the bathroom so you don't disrupt the redhead, putting on your tan slacks, black collared shirt, and black wedge loafers.  You put on just a touch of eyeliner to pretend you're a fully functional professional woman.  You look yourself over after tying your hair back, just to make sure you look okay.

“You really got that sexy librarian look down.”

You damn near jump out of your skin, “Eiji! You asshole ! You scared the fuck out of me!”

He smiles brightly at you, with just a soft chuckle, “Hey, I waited until the eyeliner was capped. Once I scared Mina when she was doing her eyeliner when we were in school.” He shivers, “Learned my lesson.”

You can only imagine how scary a pissed off Mina is, and it pulls a genuine laugh from you.  “Yeah, that is a good thing.” You pull him down for a quick kiss, “Good morning.”

“G’Morning Gemstone.”  He pulls you in for a deeper kiss, fingers running over your neck, tracing over the hickies peeking out from your shirt.  “How are you feeling?”

“‘M feeling good Eiji, regretting not bringing concealer,” He chuckles, “but feeling good.”

“Give me the info, and I’ll get you a backup bottle for here.”  

The implication brings heat to your face, "You sure about that, Eiji?" 

"Very sure. I like having you around, so anything that makes that easier…” He kisses along your jaw, flustering you.

“Eiji!” You whine, “You’re going to make me late!”

He chuckles, giving you another kiss. “You’re so cute.”  You scoff dismissively, “I’ll text you when I get there.”

You soften immediately, “Okay, see you when you get back Sunday?” He nods, “Well then, have a safe trip. I’ll talk to you soon.” You scoot past him and pick up your computer bag, and stick your purse in your gym bag so it’s one less thing to haul around.  You do a quick mental check that you have everything, “Alright Eiji, I’m off!” You call over your shoulder, only to find yourself being scooped up and pinned against the wall.

“Not without one last kiss.” And the kiss he gives you certainly leaves an impression, allowing you to easily melt into it, “Miss you already, Gemstone.”

Face heated, you mutter back, embarrassed, "Miss you too." With a smile, he puts you down, and with a quick readjustment of your bags, you smile at him before leaving.

It’s maybe an hour into your shift when Todoroki shows up, just in from his early morning patrol, looking pretty dead on his feet. “Good morning, Shoto! Need me to get you something? You look exhausted.”

“Good morning.” He replies stiffly, “Please order everything .”

“Everything? Are you tired, or hung over?”

“It was a long night, and I was partnered with Bakugo for patrol, and now I have to do all the paperwork for a gallery that has extensive damages I rather not get into right now.”  His shoulders slump in defeat, “It’s going to be a long day of paperwork.”

“Yes Sir, hear you loud and clear.  I’ll get something for right now, and I’ll order from your favorite soba place the minute it opens.”

“Thanks.” He practically sighs out, “Also please call Midoriya? He was starting to explain to me about an upcoming gala, but then the gallery happened...” The poor man just drags himself into his office.  You call in some breakfast to be delivered, a bit of everything per instruction, and answer some internal emails for meetings, making them work into Todoroki’s complex schedule, which feels like a ridiculous game of Tetris.  

Front desk emails you that food is here, and you respond back that one coffee should be marked off for her, and that you’re on your way.  You always get something for the bubbly woman upfront. 

[Y/N]

Hey, Shoto told me to call for a gala thing?

LMK when you have time for a work call

[Izuku]

I’m about to finish a meeting

Call you in a few

[Y/N]

👍

You pick up the bags, with a wave, and she mouths a ‘thank you’ while dealing with someone standing at the desk, so you slip right back inside the office building, grateful you didn’t have to try to pronounce the receptionist’s name that you know you constantly butcher.  With a quick lift upstairs, you breeze into Todoroki’s open door. “A bit of everything, as requested, and Izuku said he would call me as soon as he was out of a meeting that was wrapping up.”  Todoroki mumbles something that seems like a ‘thank you’ while you break down the bag, grab a breakfast pastry for yourself, and with a pitying smile, you leave him to his work.

[Eiji]

Made it, just made it to patrol

Feels like I was in the agency for FOREVER lol

[Y/N]

Glad you made it

Go make all those new civilians starstruck, keeping them safe and being super manly 😘

[Eiji]

Will do Gem

😘

You can’t help the smile that breaks on your face, as you put down your phone on the desk. “Shoto, you still alive?” You hear a confirming groan, and check the time, still having a bit before the soba place opens, sure that will give him the boost he so clearly needs. You get up, lurking in his doorway, “Listen, if you need a nap, I can close the door and list you as out of the office. No one has to know.”

“I will strongly consider it.” 

You chuckle, leaving the door open a crack, with a soft sing-song “Let me know when you make a decision.” Only to turn and see Bakugo stomping his way over, “Oh, Bakugo is here.” You go to sit down at your desk in your little nook outside the office.  He stops in front of you, hands full of paperwork, and you can just feel the tenseness increase when you see him zero in on your neck.  He makes you almost feel guilty , even when you know you haven’t done anything wrong.  “He knows your-” Your phone lights up, “Sorry, have to take this.” You answer, relieved to get out of whatever conversation Bakugo would have surely wanted to have started. “Izuku! Thanks for making time! Shoto was saying you were saying something about a gala…?” Bakugo seems to realize he was being softly dismissed, heading into Todoroki’s still cracked open door.

Chapter Text

With details in hand, you have everything written out, and attached to Todoroki’s digital schedule. “Okay Izuku, I have it all blocked out for him for next month.  Anyone in particular we should invite as the plus one, or any major themes to dress to?”

“No, but make sure you’re free too.”

“Me?” You ask, readjusting the phone to your face. “Um, why me ?”

“Well, if you go as our plus one, it’ll be the perfect place to show off the face of our new program.”

“What? DILET? You think we’re that close to trying to launch? You know I’m n-?”

“DILET?”

“Um, yeah… You guys were throwing around a lot of potential names… I just took the most common phrases you used and let the acronym be used as a placeholder… Do you know how underwhelming and downright unknowledgeable it sounds when it’s explained vaguely? Like, I think every time it’s been brought up by one of your friends, they all have a different word bank of nonsense they pull-”

“Y/N! Hey, calm down, you're rambling.” Which was a very odd conversation for the freckled man to be on the other side of, “What does DILET stand for?”

“Delegation of Intelligence and Law Enforcement Transparency, but you two have used the words commission just as much - which I think you should drop entirely just due to bad association, as well as Centralized intelligence, which works, but not for the acronym.  Personally I’d also go with the word department over delegation, but only because it flows a touch better…” You chew over your words, "Not so pretentious sounding, Y'know?"

Midoriya chuckles on the other end of the line. “I’ll take that into consideration. I hadn’t noticed we were so inconsistent. I know we had to settle on a name, I just hadn’t realized how much time passed… ” 

You hear some muttering, but nothing clear , “Izuku?”

“Wha-? Yes, here! Just thinking. Anyway! Keep the date open, we definitely want to make an impression.”

“A positive one.”

“Of course!” He chirps.

“And you think I’ll pull that off, socially…? I dunno man… wouldn’t you be better off, I don't know… spreading clips of me at the mall?”  There’s nothing but dead air. “...Hello…?”

“Y/N!” You can’t help the startled noise you make, “You’re brilliant ! What better- Oh, but you still need to come,” You can’t help the defeated sigh you let out, making Midoriya chuckle, “Don’t worry, Shoto and I will stay by your side. Probably more so me, because sometimes Shoto, well, um..”

You laugh, “He isn’t my robot friend for nothing.  I get it, I’m okay talking about work stuff, but small talk I’ve never been good at.”

“We can work around that.  It’s a black-tie event, so let me know if there’s anything you need to get, um, if you need help to meet those requirements.”

“I have a few dresses that I think will do.  I guess I can send you pictures if you want..?”  This is a work thing, at least for you.

“Absolutely not, Shoto would have a better eye than I would, and depending on the day, that’s not saying much.” You both chuckle, “You know Mina, right? Like, you’re friends? I can have Ochaco help you, but I feel like you would be more comfortable with Mina, and Mina won’t steer you wrong.”

“Hear you loud and clear.  I’ll check with Mina, and if she can’t help for whatever reason, I’ll ask you about Ochaco.” Her name comes out more as a question, but you’ve resigned that you should probably meet her regardless. Honestly, if networking is what you have to do for this gala, you should probably meet this Ochaco before  having to meet and impress a million others, if for nothing else than to have another ally against small talk .

“Sounds good. We’re so close, Y/N! I didn’t realize it, but we really are! Actually, I was going to wait, but now I’m too excited.” There's a brief pause. "I just sent you a link. We're in negotiations for this building.  I think it's a good, centralized area to grow into for… DILET ."

"Please don't call it that, I'm sure there's something better you can come up with, that was just a placeholder for myself. ”

“Well, in the meantime, it’ll be our placeholder until something better comes along.” You hum in acknowledgement, “Actually, does Shoto have a moment?”

“Umm… well he’s doing paperwork with Bakugo, at the moment, if you want, I can pop my head in and see if they can take the break.”

“Perfect, if they can, that avoids me having to call Kachan separately! Thanks!”

“Mhm, give me a second.” You knock on Todoroki’s now closed door in the little rhythm you normally do, only for Bakugo to open the door. It’s easy to keep a professional face when he looks down on you, and it’s even easier to slide your attention to Todoroki, talking more so to him, "Sorry to bother you guys, Izuku was hoping you guys had a minute, both of you.”

Bakugo sucks his teeth, but Todoroki nods. “I’ll call him from the office phone in two minutes, we’re just finishing up a section.”

“I’ll let him know then,” Your eyes slide back to Bakugo, who seems to have something on the tip of his tongue, but looking nowhere as aggressive as when he first walked in, “Did you hear that, Izuku?” He hums the affirmative, and the line goes dead. Still face to face Bakugo, you ask demurely, “Should I order you something for lunch? Ordering from Shoto's favorite noodle place in a few if you need time.”

"Uh, yeah, sure."

"Menu?"

"Yeah." You go into a draw, carding for a bit before handing him the pamphlet. With a quick scan, he points at a special previously circled, "Can I-"

"Extra spicy?"

You catch him off guard, "Yeah."

"Finally, you show some taste. I get the same thing." 

You take it back to your desk, only for him to take a step out of the office and into your nook. "I dunno," he says in a hush, "took you home. I think that shows good taste."

You can't help but give a genuine, small chuckle, "I'd argue the opposite, but hey, not the worst taste I guess. Tell Shoto I'm ordering now. I'll sneak in if you happen to still be on with Izuku, just so the boy isn't dragging ass so to speak." With nothing more than a nod, Bakugo heads back into the office, closing the door softly behind him.

Chapter Text

You're still picking at your food, handling busywork when it occurs that you, the guys are still in the office, and they had an overnight patrol.  You get up, cracking open the door, to find Todoroki out cold, and Bakugo with his back to the door, head bobbing as if he's fighting off the same fate, food and paperwork laid out across Todoroki's whole desk.

You feel bad, and roll in your chair, which seems to be enough for Bakugo to sit upright. You start sorting out papers, copying over some fields of incomplete forms, from one's already filled out. "What are you doing?"

"Helping. You guys are exhausted , and can fill out some of the monotonous stuff while you guys catch a nap." You shrug, "I'm on the clock anyway, and it isn't like I didn't get the brunt of paperwork as an intern. We both know a lot of these forms are just regurgitating the same shit over and over." You get up, and look for Bakugo's corresponding form, and start working on that too.

"You don't have to-"

"I'm very well aware I don't have to," You say, still rather calmly, looking between the sheets in front of you, "But, I have to work well with you, and clearly you two are exhausted. Just let me take pity on you. You don't have to stay here, you can leave to catch a nap."

He doesn't move, but you carry on with their paperwork, going form by form, in utter silence. Bakugo crosses his arms across his chest and sits back in his chair, trying to get comfortable, "Just a quick power nap, I can do this shit on my own." You hum in acknowledgement, but carry on writing, only stopping to roll your wrist or flex your fingers.

The only thing breaking the silence of Shoto's soft breaths, and the scratch of your pen, was the Blonde's tossing and turning. It started to grate on you. "Just take my chair." You get up, knowing that Todoroki's visitor's chairs are nice, but your desk one is much more comfortable, and hand him your oversized faux fur lined hoodie that was draped across the back of your chair. "Use this as a blanket, and get your nap in."

Bakugo watches mutely at the offered hoodie, before giving in, putting it on and zipping it up, now  surrounded by your smell. "This is huge, who is it?"

"Mine." You said getting up, grabbing your phone and food from your desk before sitting in the seat next to the one Bakugo was just occupying, and rearranging Todoroki's desk for the new seating. "Offices can get cold, so I bought a solution, since blankets aren't exactly welcomed in the cubicle."

"Why buy it so big?" He fishes, rather than let the conversation die.

"So I was comfy." You shrug, looking up into his tired eyes. "Go to sleep, I'll be writing these damage reports for a bit, you won't miss anything."

There's a few minutes of silence before a tired "Thanks..." rings out, "I know what I said was uncalled for b-"

"What you said was scummy !" You didn't mean to have an outburst the way you did, interrupting Todoroki's steady breathing but you thankfully managed not to wake him up. Looking back at Bakugo, you resume a more hushed tone, and go back to writing, "What you said was beyond shitty, and I'm not sure what exactly drove you to say it, and quite frankly, I don't care. I see how you see me now. I was a piece of ass, fine, but there isn't going to be an 'us' in any capacity outside of a professional one."

"No, Y/N, I was just, well…" He glances at Todoroki. "I don't want to do this here, and I don't want to fuck up and say something I don't mean again." He yawns, failing at fighting it. "Can I see you later? Talk at one of our places? I'll even make dinner as a peace offering." 

“Can’t, it’s ‘Kio’s first late night where we can actually hang out for a bit.”

“Yeah, your place, make for Akio. Done.”

With a defeated sigh, you snap, still in a hushed tone, “Fine, just, take your goddamn nap already you pushy bastard!”

Bakugo, satisfied, tucks further into your chair, putting up the hood, which he finds to be lined as well.  Swaddled in the oversized soft plushness of your sweater, and surrounded by your smell, he knocks out in no time at all, a soft smirk of victory on his face as he finally succumbs to sleep.  

You only look back up from the paperwork when you hear soft snores join in with Todoroki’s soft breathing a good handful of minutes later.  “I knew you’d fucking snore.” you mutter to yourself, opening up your phone, and taking a Snap recording of the two sleeping, saving it to your memories, and sending it off to Kirishima, sure it would make him smile, and get lost back into the paperwork. Bakugo really just had to blow up everything , didn’t he?

[TheManlyRedRiot]

|LMAO

|Not what I was hoping for, but pretty funny

[LadyFeedback]

|What were you hoping for?

[TheManlyRedRiot]

|Something with you in it

You take two quick Snaps, one of the two sleeping heroes, reading ‘these bastards napping’, and a second of you, with Todoroki’s paper covered desk in the background, reading ‘while I have hand cramps from this BS’.

[LadyFeedback]

|{pic}

|{pic}

|I think I’ve mentioned before Shoto is a sadist, but I can’t blame him for this one

[TheManlyRedRiot]

|Aww, my poor baby’s hands 🤣🤣🤣

[LadyFeedback]

|{pic}

[TheManlyRedRiot TOOK A SCREENSHOT!]

Kirishima grins down at your last Snap, your face with a filter that seems to extend your eyelashes, and gives you a whole bunch of heart shaped freckles, with a little text box saying ‘miss you’. The sliver of your kissed bruised neck doesn't escape his notice either.

“Is that your girlfriend?” A guy from the agency asks from behind him, and Kirishima can’t help the pleased little ‘mhmm’ he gives. “Pretty girl,” He taps Kirishima’s shoulder twice, encouragingly, “You look like you’re lucky to have her.”

“Yeah, I am.” He says, putting away his phone.

“Then you better be careful, someone might snatch her away.” He gives a little chuckle and points again, “C’mon, this is the next area of our patrol, Red.”  The redhead nods, following the local hero’s lead.

Chapter Text

Bakugo wakes up to your laugh, blinking slowly and still pleasantly warm from your sweater. Todoroki is filling out paperwork with a small smirk on his face, as you, still with forms in your lap, scroll through your phone on his desk, and feed yourself some more noodles.

"Look how little this email makes sense, the suggestions are just to make it look like he's contributing, maybe?" You slide your phone over to Todoroki, who stopped writing for a half second to furrow his brow at your screen.

"How would this help?"

You snort, "I'm still trying to figure that out." You both go back to writing, "I think he knows that he's probably going to be fired soon." Todoroki hums in agreement, before you two are back in a compatible silence. 

Bakugo sits up with a grunt, grabbing both of your attention, "How long was I out for?"

"An hour." You look at your phone for the time, "Almost two."

" Two hours ?" Disbelief colors every word, "I told you a quick power nap!" 

"Yet you kept sleeping." Todoroki says somberly, making Bakugo grunt unhappily. 

You send a smirk at your boss, "Sure seems like he needed more than a power nap to me." You put down the mostly filled out form, and put some tabs on it for what still has to be done, and put it in one of the many piles in front of you. "C'mere, look." You urge him over, and he's out of your seat, back in the original one he was trying to sleep in leaning in close, "This is your 'done' pile, this pile just needs to be signed off on, and this pile has missing information. Everything that needs to be filled out has one of these pink tabs, don't confuse it with Shoto's red tab paperwork." You get up, "Anything else you guys need? My day is almost done." 

“Just take the rest of the day, I’ll take care of your time.  Thank you, truly.”

“No, thank you .” You say before rolling your desk chair back.  You do a quick check of your desk, making sure everything is in place and placing your purse and laptop bag on  the chair itself.  You head back into the office, clearing out some of the takeout, and bidding the boys a quick goodnight, before grabbing your things.

[Bakugo]

I’ll head over as soon as I’m done here

[Y/N]

If you insist

[Bakugo]

I do

With a roll of your eyes, you're out of the building, picking up some snacks for you and Akio to try and watch something before he has to leave for work.

Bakugo tries tearing through the paperwork, determined to leave as quickly as possible, but also make sure you didn’t make any mistakes to reflect poorly on him.  One one hand, he trusted your professionalism, an the other, he said some fucked up things…  He wouldn’t blame you for taking the opportunity to make him start from scratch again, or make him look like a fool for submitting without checking.  Honestly he’d prefer it than having this talk later.

“You seemed troubled, Bakugo.” Todoroki says calmly from across the desk.

“Well I’m sitting here writing all these stupid fucking forms, Icyhot, what do ya want? Me smilin’ ‘bout it?”

“Well, we’d have significantly less paperwork if you didn’t try blowing the building sky high.” The two-toned man replies, unperturbed , making the blonde growl under his breath. “I just finished, just sign off where you were my patrol partner.”

“Sure, sign mine an-”

“Already did so while you were sleeping.”

Bakugo runs his hands through his hair, “Ugh! You guys should’ve woke me up! Now I’m behind!”

“I doubt that, she was working exclusively on your paperwork since I woke up. I can fill in some of the forms that still need more detail.” Todoroki holds out his hand, and the blonde begrudgingly accepts the help, signing off of Todoroki’s paperwork, and signing his own forms that just needed his own signature. With splitting the last of the forms, it’s about another twenty minutes of quiet work. “I’ll drop these off for submission.”

A short “Thanks.” is all that’s given, as the Bakugo gets up.  He looks at your now empty desk, actually getting to look at it now that you're not here to distract him.  The raw crystals stuck in the engraved glass strikes him as unique and classy, and the four monitors almost seem intimidating in how they are angled and looking almost down at you from their brackets on the two far corners of your desk, which he is sure is awful on your neck. He rounds your desk, starting to unzip your sweater, only to stop, looking at the note You got this Gemstone🖤 taped to one of the monitors, which feels a bit mocking, when under the other set of monitors is a landscape framed picture of Kirishima, himself and you from the park. Right next to that is a portrait framed picture of you, in the very sweater he’s wearing, laughing over paper coffee cups with Akio at what must have been your old job based on the cubicle in the back.

Between the paperwork, the sweater and letting him use your seat when you arguably hate him already has him overwhelmed, but having his face on your desk despite that is touching and confusing .  Surely you must have another picture of Kirishima if he’s finger fucking you in public.  The unexpected thought sours his stomach, and he heads out of the building.

He stopped at a grocery store on the way over, picking up everything he needed for dinner, unsure of what you had, and rushed over to your place.  With a short knock, your door is opening, and he is greeted to the sight of you in some modest, suggly looking pajamas. "Bakugo. I was just about to start so 'Kio can eat before he leaves." 

"No, I got it," He says, stepping in. A quick look down the hall has him looking at a scowling Akio, "Hey man." 

"Hey…" He sees Akio send you a glare.

"What, I said he'd probably be over to talk." You shrug dismissively, closing the door behind Bakugo. "Give us actual privacy while we try and hash shit out?"

"No way! What happened that makes you even need to 'hash shit out'?" Bakugo feels your friend's sharp gaze turn on him.

"'Kio, for real, a moment?"

"For real, no,  Y/N. Why are you keeping secrets all of a sudden?"

Bakugo can feel the tension rise between you two, "Fine, then I'll just take him to my room for privacy." You say in a clipped tone.

"Y/N! Listen to what you're saying, how that sounds !"

"Well if I can't-"

"I implied she was sleeping around with heroes." Bakugo cuts in. "The dinner for you guys was to just buy the chance to apologize… So can we have a minute while we make dinner?"

The rage and disbelief is clear on Akio's face as he looks between you both. "Fine. Just, fucking… fine ! I have to start getting ready anyway." Your friend stomps away, which hurts, but you suppose it's something you'll hash out tomorrow.

Bakugo watches you wince when Akio's door slams. "You didn't have to do that." You say softly, almost under your breath, taking out cutting boards while he takes everything out of the bags.

"I also didn't have to say anything when I saw you Sunday."

"What even made you-"

"I was mad! And concerned ." It's a conversation he's ecstatic he doesn't have to look at you and have, thank God . It wasn't his intention when he suggested dinner, but it's working in his favor. "Y/N, what was I supposed to think? We were cool doing our thing, and suddenly you're fucking my best friend who, by the way, is also a top ranking hero. Your cousin was saying this is your MO, and, what? I'm not supposed to be cautious."

There's venom in your voice when you ask, "You think calling me a slut was cautious ?"

"No! That…" He sighs, still aggressively cutting, only stopping to fight with his sleeves, "That was just spiteful. I'll admit that, but, but suddenly you just cut me out. You never even said you were dating. I was just mad, and blindsided."

" You told me it was just sex. And Eiji made the announcement at the table as soon as we sat at Temptations. We didn't want to go  public public with it yet, I don't wanna ruin his hero standing, and he doesn't want paparazzi on me." You shrug, leaning back against the counter, and looking down at the floor.

"Wasn't there for that announcement, must have come after…"

He sees you lift your head in realization, "Sorry, you're right. Should have said something to you directly anyway."

He grunts, in what you assume is agreement, tossing ingredients into the largest pan you have, "You also should have punched me for saying what I said. I wouldn't have blamed you for knocking some sense in me."

You snort, but he can hear the smile in your voice, "I highly doubt it. I think your skull might be too thick for that, no matter how good my right hook is."

"Well, try it out next time, anyway. 'Sides, I meant it when I said I wanted there to be an us . Your circle of friends and my circle of idiots overlap almost perfectly," that earns him a chuckle, "don't need it being awkward between us, or for you to take it upon yourself to avoid group hang outs."

"Yeah, that's definitely something I'd do…"

He can't resist the temptation to lift your chin so he has full eye contact, but let's go the second he has it. "Any problems with anyone, Shitty Hair included, just let me know. I'll blow them sky high. I'm here for you."

You give him a warm smile. "Thanks, Bakugo."

"Katsuki." He corrects.

He watches your face move minutely into discomfort, "Sorry, I don't think I'm ready for that."

And damn if that doesn't sting . "Well… it's there when you are ready." You nod, and go back to looking at the floor, "Want me to try to talk to Akio?"

“No,” You sigh out, “That’s my issue to handle. Besides, he’s more likely to want to beat you like a piñata, than talk to you after what you said.  Shit, he’ll probably want to hit me too.” The smell suddenly hits you. “What are you even making? Smells good.”

He can’t help the smug grin that slides onto his face. “Well, I just finished, see for yourself.” You raise your eyebrow at the playful tone in his voice, but finally get close to him, peering into the large saucepan, that's nearly overfilled, “Didn’t make it super spicy, but we can serve Akio before turning up the heat.”  You can’t help but smirk at him, feeling like making the same stir fry  he made at Denki’s is some sort of silent peace offering to start over.

"Guess I'll call him then, for an awkward dinner." You hand him a good sized food container, "Also, you suck for cooking in my sweater. Get your clothes dirty like the rest of us, or bring your own apron." You joke, heading to Akio's room, leaving Bakugo to look down, unsure how he didn't notice he never took it off.

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Dinner is silent . Akio clearly is still upset, and every time Bakugo looks over to you, you seem unaffected, just enjoying your meal, occasionally humming happily. 

"Is that why you were outside the building?" You look over at Akio confused, but he's staring daggers at Bakugo, who is stunned to be put on the spot, because now you're looking at him too, eyebrow raised in question.

"Yeah. I told you that I said something I shouldn't 've."

"Now who's keeping 'secrets'." You smirk into your bowl, hearing a little gurgle from Akio's throat, thinking back to the day in question. "Guess he was the blonde in question that delayed your store trip?"

"I'm going to leave. Thanks for dinner." Akio says in a clipped tone. Getting up he caps the large Tupperware you two set aside for him before Bakugo had made it spicier, before heading off to his room.

"Uh, yeah, no problem." Bakugo gets up himself, "I should get going too."

"Okay, I'll see you around then," and when Akio tries to get around you after grabbing his wallet, you shoot your arm out, "Nuh-uh, you aren't leaving without giving me a hug."

"Y/N!"

"Nope." You hold out your arms to your friend, Bakugo saying back since you're now blocking the door. "This could be the last time I see you. You don't have to just forget your mad, but also you don't want this to be our last potential conversation, do you?" You give him a playful pout.

His glare softens, and he asks skeptically, "What could happen that this would be our last conversation…?"   

"Massive building fires, heart attacks, stro-"

You're jerked into his arms, and settle right in. "Fine, fine, fine. Bitch. You don't have to be right all the time.  Or so dramatic."

"Dramatic would have been saying you could be stabbed in an alley on the way to work, but we both know I'd find someone to drag your ass back to the land of the living, and make whoever hurt you the human sacrifice needed for payment."

He lets you go. "I'm sure you would. Okay, move," he playfully moves you aside, "You're going to make me late. But you still suck." 

You nod and press your lips together, "We'll talk about it, now we're holding up Bakugo too." You walk further back into the apartment, toward the kitchen. "See you guys. Have a good night."

"Good night, Y/N."

"See you in the morning," Akio sighs, "Unless of course fires or heart attacks separate us." You laugh as he closes the door on you.

Both men share the elevator down, and exit the building together, making it a good way down your block before Bakugo gives in and breaks the silence, "You two going to be alright?"

"Of course we are. It pisses me off that she was hurting and alone when I was right there , and for what? To spare you ? Your…" He seems to flounder for words, " image ? Your ego ? She's never been one to rock the boat unnecessary, but… but I feel like I'm not a good enough friend if she can't even come to me for something like this." Bakugo watches Akio take a deep breath, collecting himself, "But this isn't a conversation I'm going to dump on a near stranger or risk smearing my eyeliner over. Guess I'll be seeing you around."

Bakugo gives your friend his space, keeping a careful eye out for him since he still has to walk in the same direction.  As uncomfortable as the night has played out, he's grown closer to you. As bad as he feels about playing a part in upsetting your and Akio's relationship, he feels warm . Hopeful. 

You build solid foundations with the people you let into your life, and while your two's relationship is barely friendship, at this point, you're cautiously offering Bakugo the same chance at something sturdy.

Right?

He turns on to his block, Akio still walking straight towards the club.

[Bakugo]

Just split from Akio

Almost at my place

Thanks again

For everything

[Y/N]

Thanks for keeping and eye on him

You're just finishing cleaning after dinner, after eating your fill, Bakugo leaving you with plenty of leftovers.   Satisfied, you make your way onto your bed, getting comfortable. You feel rung out by the two awful conversations you had to stumble your way through, and figure it's as good a time as any for some stress relief. You break out your favorite toy, tossing it on the bed, and shedding everything but your panties. You weren't sure when Kirishima was supposed to be done with patrol, but you figured you could leave him a nice surprise.

You open Snapchat, with your front facing camera on, and lay on your stomach, standing your phone against a cluster of blankets.  It takes a bit of adjusting, but you're able to angle it so you get a nice shot of your face cradled and partially hidden in your curled arm, down your bare back, and over your lace clad ass cheeks. It wasn't professional, but it'd be a hell of a tease, and you send it before you can start doubting yourself.

You're just deciding what to the flavor-of-tonight to get off to will be when you get a Snapchat notification.

[TheManlyRedRiot TOOK A SCREENSHOT!]

[LadyFeedback]

|What's the point of a Snapchat if you're going to screen shot everything 😂

[TheManlyRedRiot]

|Best surprise to get out of the shower to

You don't even get a chance to start responding when his contact lights up your phone. You don't hesitate to pick it up. "Got something on your mind, Gemstone?"

"Honestly, I've had kissing on my mind all day . Very unusual." He hears your breathy sigh and feels himself throb, "And now I feel touch starved. It's been a long day. How was your day?"

You hear his frustrated groan, "I'll be honest, Babe, don't really want to talk about my day right now." 

You make sure to tone your words with a little pout, "C'mon, Eij, let me be a good girlfriend. Just tell me the short of it, then we can talk about your screenshot obsession."

It's a mad rush of words pouring out of his mouth, "I got here okay after the train, met like the whole office in a crazy mob meet. I don't think I got one person's name, except for the person who's out because his wife went into labor a month early. Everyone says the baby is going to be fine, and that MegaMechanic is going to be such a good dad. Oh and for all the pictures and signing I did, there was a standout, the janitor had me sign a mop handle before I left the building." He smiles when he hears you chuckle, "And about my screenshot obsession, how can I resist? You look so good , Gem." 

He can imagine your expression now, flustered and unsure what to do with the compliment. A selfish part of him hopes you never get used to his compliments, so he can always drink in that expression, a little special something just for him. "Wish I could see you right now, cure you of being touch starved ." He basks in hearing you groan, taking a firm grip of his cock, "C'mon, now it's your turn to share. What gets you hot and bothered?"

"Hmmm, depends on what strikes me at the moment." You start rattling off some of your likes, rambling to the point you touch on even some of the things you like in theory, but doubt you'd actually like. Kirishima's noises as he jerks off urging you to go on and on while you tease yourself. "And, fuck, breeding ? God… not looking to get pregnant, but the thought of being full ? Just loads and loads of cum dumped in me until I'm oozing? Fuck ." 

"So fucking hot, Gem! You're so fucking dirty ." Phone sex wasn't exactly your forte, but with getting as much reaction as you are from your boyfriend has you wet and euphoric.

"Is that a problem Eiji?" You ask with a playful yet breathy lilt in your voice.

"Yeah it's a problem! I can't touch you, and now I'm dying to fill you up! Give you everything you fucking want." A broken cry of his name nearly pushes him over the edge. "You close? Thinking of me fucking you sloppy? Going to cum for me?"

"Yes! Eiji, so close."

"Then be a good girl, let me hear you. Show me how much you deserve being filled up." His insistence has you doubling your efforts, the tension in your body rising sharply, and you can't help the soft moans of his name until you come undone for him, a near shout of his name into the receiver. "Fuck you sound so good. I'm going to cum from that alone." With a few more strokes, he's seeing stars, fumbling after you. He can hear you catching your breath still, "You good, Gem?"

"Yeah. Didn't expect that at all . Was that good for you ?"

"Better than good. Left me hungry for more though."

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You wake up to a few texts, groggy and still a bit tired.

[Akio]

Not coming home tonight

Not because I'm mad

But I did find some entertainment 😉

[Y/N]

G'morning

Hope it was good

The other major text was from Kirishima, a few minutes before you work up.

[Eiji]

Morning Gem

Got some bad news

They asked me to cover overnight Sunday 

So I won't see you 🥺

[Y/N]

Aww

But I guess you're doing a good thing

 I MIGHT survive

Maybe

😭

[Eiji]

Sorry beautiful

Can't wait to see you

[Y/N]

Me too

But I do expect bonus kisses

[Eiji]

We can arrange that

[Y/N]

Lucky me 💖

You serve yourself from yesterday’s leftovers, content to veg out in your room, and watch some mindless television.  Checking your email, you see your gym membership was approved, which was great because long blocks of time at the agency were reserved before you’ve gotten the chance. Slurping down the last of your breakfast, you scramble to get ready, setting up your gym bag as an actual gym bag for the first time in a good while.

[Y/N]

Gym membership just got approved, heading out

 [Akio]

Okay

LMK when your done

You owe me movies  and snacks

[Y/N]

Will do

But you’re making the drinks

[Akio]

Gotcha

Walking into the gym, you’re relieved when you don’t see Fraud Guy in front, so you approach the brunette woman manning the front desk. "Excuse me, hello, I just received an email approving my membership." You slide your phone over, showing the email in question. 

"Oh, great!" She points to the phone, asking for silent permission to take it, and starts typing away into the system below. "Okay, so we can email the email on file a backup tag, and” She grabs something from under the table, scanning it and handing it to you, “This is your now-active tag. If you want, I can give you a facility tour.” She scans your tag at the reader, “This is, oh, a pop up is telling me, to tell you your card isn’t going to be charged for the first month.”

“Really?”

“Apparently, but hey, that’s always a good thing.”

You chuckle, “You’re definitely right about that."

"C'mon, let me give you the ins and outs of the place."  She walks to the door on the other side of check in.

"Thank you…?"

"Torri. Nice to meet you."

"Y/N, likewise."

With a smile she leads you around, "Main floor has standard equipment, first come, first serve, every machine has a charging port, and every so often there are one of these sanitary stations. Nothing too special except , there are these bracelets.” Torri takes one out, a yellow silicone that had a twist clasp at the end, “Yellow means you’re open to working out with a partner.  They also come in red, and that means you're open to sparring. Green ones mean you're open to both.  Don’t know what your quirk is, but if you happen to get big, you can twist the ends together to make a bigger bracelet or necklace. Anyone without one doesn’t want to be bothered, or has brought their own workout buddy.”

“Understood.”

“If anyone bothers you, let us know.  Everyone here is a professional of some sort, but the word ‘no’ is a sentence around here.  My uncle isn’t a fan of harassment.”

“You’re uncle?”

“Yeah, he owns the place.  He’s the baby of his family. But age wise we're pretty close; he cut me a break after high school by letting me work here while I figure out what I want to do.  He pretty much lives in the sparring area, I’ll introduce you if we run across him, now over here are the more intensive machines.” 

Your eyes widen at the group of sturdy looking vertical climbers, happy you finally found an acceptable form of cardio. Torri leads you further into the facility, working her way around the perimeter where there are obstacle courses, ranges, areas set up like city blocks. Working her way back toward the center of the building she shows off the pools and sauna.  “The sauna is coed, just a heads up.  It’s up to you if you want to keep a towel on, or we do allow for bathing suits if you're really uncomfortable.  Personally, I wouldn't go without a buddy, it deters eyes .” Passing the pools she takes you to the locker rooms, “Everyone can use them, you just use your tag here” She points to the reader,  on the locker wall, “And it will tell you what locker it will give you. We do have permanent rentals if you're interested where you can leave things overnight.”

On the other side of the lockers is a large, matted room, with little sectioning for multiple training sessions to run simultaneously, but still give plenty of space.  “Mat shoes, socks or barefoot here, whatever your preference.” You both toe out of your sneakers, putting them in the small, but long strip of wood floor before the mats start. “I’m sure he’s here. He rarely-”

“Oh! Mina!” You recognize the pink woman immediately, and while you don’t say it loud , she looks over, then waves, recognizing you.  You jog over to her, with a smile, Torri behind you.  The man she’s sparring with stops behind her, seeing he no longer has her attention, but you recognize him too. “Teki?”

The huge man laughs, “God, I was never able to get rid of that name. Good to see the great ghost Y/N.”

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“Gotta admit, when I saw your name, I thought I must have been misremembering it,” He gives you a one armed hug, that you return. “It’s so wild to be seeing you again.”

“How do you two know each other?” Mina asks.

“We went to highschool together.  This poor man was almost my only sparring partner. The only one who could kind of handle me." You explain with a laugh. 

"We certainly need to catch up later. I have had so many questions since you left. I'm sure you do too."

You visibly wince, "Not too many, actually, but I would like to know how you're doing. Met your lovely niece Torri here."

He grabs Torri into whatever the over the shoulder, single arm equivalent of a bear hug would be. "Good kid. She just needs to 'find herself'."

"Stop, Oji!" Torri whines, but it's easy to see it's playful. Seeing them together like this, there's probably only a seven to ten year age difference. You smile at them, as you watch Torri shove Teki off. "I'm going to head back to the front desk, you can take care of your friend."

Mina already had pulled you two steps to the side, "Y/N, you went to a hero school?"

"Yeah…?" 

"Why didn't you tell me? Why doesn't anyone know?" 

"Um, Todoroki, Midoriya and Kirishima know… I didn't really think anything of it. Why-"

"Hey, Y/N. A round for old time's sake?"

"Well now I've got to stick around." Mina says with a manic grin.

"Okay, well, actually, I do want to talk to you if you're going to stick around for a bit." You turn back to Teki, dropping your bag on the mat next to Mina, "Okay, I'll warn you though, I'm rusty."

A good natured chuckle echoes out. "I'm sure your rusty is most people's 'good day'." He widens his stance, and you mirror it. Teki was tall, maybe a few centimeters short of Kirishima, but Teki also had a crazy amount of bulk on him everywhere . 

"No boxing stance?" He asks, before eventually lunging for you. With a quick turn inward, your back hits his chest, you grab both his wrists, and then slide between his legs, making sure to pull him after you into an awkward tumble.

"Boxing stance may be my default, but I've been dying to try new tricks." Reestablishing your hold on his left wrist, you push against his elbow. "Wonder how quick I could break it with your quirk." 

"Probably take a solid minute worth of effort. Not that I'd feel it." That's always been Teki's problem, he was tough as concrete, literally, but he couldn't feel much of anything. It was a mutually beneficial thing to constantly be sparring, because you would constantly check to make sure he wasn't actually hurt since he couldn't tell himself and he couldn't feel anything so Feedback didn't really inhibit him the same way it did most people. It was a symbiotic relationship where you both benefited.

The hulking man jumps up, bucking you into the air, but rather than send you flying you cling to him in a knee jerk reaction, leaving you dangling above the ground. "Sorry 'bout that." You let go and drop to your feet.

"Eh, I'll fight you for real where things are meant to be destroyed. But a quick question." He drops his voice. "You were the one who was being accused of fraud?"

"Signing up? Yeah, but the guy clearly didn't know what he was talking about." You snort, muttering to yourself. " Two boyfriends . I've barely had the courage to date after Viktor…" "What about Viktor?" "Sorry. Let's catch up later, don't wanna leave Mina hanging."

"Sure thing. See you around Y/N."

"Sorry Mina. Didn't mean to take so long."

"No problem. Surprisingly slick move there. So," She hands you your bag after you put on your sneakers again. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Midoriya was telling me about a Gala next month. He wants me there to try and get the final approval for his new commission project. He offered to connect me with an Ochako, but, since I'm friends with you already, that I'd probably be more comfortable running outfits by you."

"Oh, for sure! We can make a whole day of it! If you want, I can invite Ochako anyway so you can still get her input." 

"I trust your input entirely, but it would be nice to meet one less person at this gala. I'm going to be overwhelmed as it is."

"Gotcha. I'll see what I can do."

"'preciate it Mina. I have some dresses that might be appropriate, but now that this is basically a job interview, so I'll be sweating until I'm dismissed for the night."

"Aw, you don't have to worry about that, Y/N! Pretty much every gala is the same stuffy thing, where we show up, look pretty, drink some free drinks, and talk shit in our little groups. You know practically every top hero, and you're crazy if you think any of us wouldn't step in to help you out." She links arms with you and whispers  conspiratorially, "Besides you have two guard dogs.  No one is going to get past Katsuki or Eijirou.”

“Midoriya said he’ll take me around with Todoroki though.” Mina shoots you a look, “What, it’s their project, it makes sense for them to handle me.”

“Y/N, Midoriya and Todoroki can walk you up to every big wig and professional there, but if you think those boys aren’t going to be shadowing you, you don’t know them.  Eijirou will be all like, ‘I’m just being manly and looking out for you, Babe!’” You giggle at her impression, “And for whatever reason, Katsuki has taken to you, so he’ll basically foam at the mouth from just over your shoulder, eyeing whoever is bothering you until they leave you alone.”

“That’s not making me feel too confident about this job interview, Mina.  I doubt any of that will look good for me.”

“You worry too much! We’re going to have you look so good, I doubt anyone will actually be paying attention to your qualifications.” She giggles and gives a sharp elbow to your ribs, “You’ve got this.”

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Mina ends up extending her time in the gym to hang out with you, just catching up with each other, talking about work. Granted your stories feel a lot more dull, but hey, you get more time to mess around on your phone, and Mina laughs when you tell her as much.

You both hit the sauna at Mina's insistence, and you're happy she talked you into it, because it is nice . No one happens to come on while you both sit there in your towels, so it's beyond a relaxing experience for you, feeling some of the tension ease out of you. 

"Hey, Y/N." Mina asks as you both get ready after leaving the sauna. "You know Eijirou's birthday is coming up, right?" 

The question catches you off guard, "Uh, yeah actually, I, um, sorta picked it up from a fan site…" 

"Aw, you're so cute!" She cups both sides of your face. "Denki's totally right, what a robot thing to do, checking a fan site, instead of your boyfriend. It's cute that you prepared yourself though. Got anything planned?"

"Not really . I wanted to talk to him about it, but I'm kinda nervous about messing it up, since I still kinda wanna surprise him too, y'know?"

"He's going to be so excited that you even went online to find out his birthday, you won't have room to be nervous after that. Be confident, bring it up, you don't have anything to lose. Plus, you've got me as backup for planning," She hooks an arm around your shoulders, "and I'm pretty good at planning, if I do say so myself." 

"Thanks Mina."

With a gentle squeeze, she lets you go. "Girlie, you're stuck with us. I'm not going to let you throw something lame that I have to show up to." You both laugh, "Let me know what you're up to when you do get an idea, okay?"

You both exit out the front, waving each other off, before you turn to the main desk, "Oh, Torri! See you, say bye to Teki for me too?"

"Will do." She says with a warm smile. "I'm sure I'll be seeing ya around."

"With the monthly costs, you certainly will." You say in a deadpan before leaving. 

[Y/N]

Is there enough leftovers for dinner?

You stop by a convenience store on the way home, starting to load up on snacks for tonight.

[Akio]

Idk, probably

But I might want a little something something fresh

[Y/N]

Order something local and I'll pick it up

Get me a little something too

You know what I like

Akio apparently has no concept of local though, because he sends you a good twenty minute walk further out than where you even started. A petty part of you hopes everything is cold by the time you get back. When you open up the little shop, the smell is delicious, and pickup, thankfully, is fairly quick and easy.

By the time you hustle your way out, the street is substantially more busy.  Training kicks in, but you’re quick to see there's a crowd around two people you recognize making their rounds.  You wave over at Cellophane and Chargebolt, unsure if they can actually see you beyond the crowd, before fumbling with your phone, and adding a Snap of the heroes across the street to your story.  Phone in hand, you happen to see a picture of the just setting sun on the RedRiot_Offcl .

“Y/N!”

You turn to Cellophane approaching, Chargebolt still a bit back, signing one last thing before he makes his way over.  “Hey guys, how’s patrol going?”

“Not too much longer to go, and nothing crazy so far. I saw you wave and figured we say hi.”

“Yeah, whatcha got there?” Chargebolt peeks into one of the bags.

“Some snacks and dinner. ‘Kio and I are having a movie night.” You open the snack back in a silent offer since Chargebolt is gazing at it forlornly. “Funny enough I ran into Mina earlier at the gym.” You offer Cellophane once Chargebolt pulls a bag of M&Ms out, and he goes digging though your goody bag, quickly taking out some chips. “Actually, let me pick your brain? Any ideas what Eiji would like to do for his birthday?”

“Easy, all you need is some lingerie and maybe a nurse’s outf-”

You snatch the M&Ms out of Chargebolt’s, “Thanks, I got the easy part, but what else ? C’mon, I know you got to have an idea .”

“Honestly, he’s super laid back. He’ll probably be happy doing whatever, nurse uniform or no, but my best suggestion would be to ask Bakubro." The Taping hero offers, "He’ll deny it, but he pays attention to details, and they’ve been thick as thieves since high school.”

“Okay, thanks guys.” You hand a pouting Chargebolt back the pouch of candy, “Have an easy patrol.”

“We’ll try, Y/N”

“Thanks for the snacks!”

[Y/N]

Let me pick your brain?

[Bakugo]

Sure

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"This is lukewarm at best, Y/N" Akio says, settling in the loveseat you moved in your room. 

"Next time don't send me so far out." You say, tossing the snack bag on his lap, grabbing your remote off your bed.  Leaning against one arm rest, you take your bowl from off the side table, starting to eat, and Akio happily uses you as a pillow, following your lead. You're only able to get one movie in before Akio's off for work.

You texted Bakugo through the movie, working out meeting him tomorrow at the gym so you could get genuine feedback. It also had the added bonus of avoiding Teki trying to talk about your past without alienating Bakugo's presence.

You figured it was best to tell Bakugo that in person, though.

It's nearly midnight when you get a text from Kirishima.

[Eiji ❤️🖤]

You up?

[Y/N]

Mhmm

Trying to find something to watch

[Eiji ❤️🖤]

Can I call?

[Y/N]

Sure thing

The call comes almost immediately, "Hey Eiji, you okay?"

"Yeah, definitely. Quiet day, you?" 

"Nothing too crazy on my end. Ran into someone I went to high school with, Mina, Denki and Sero today."

"Someone from school?" He echoes, immediately concerned, "Any issues?"

"No, not at all. He has some questions about me up and leaving apparently, and I really don't want to talk about it, but he's not like he was pushy or anything so I don't foresee it being a big problem." You lay down, "What's up, Eij?"

"Nothing. I just… I have a question."

" Okay … fire away."

"I was just wondering…" He starts, "Well… the other day, when we were on the phone…"

You chuckle, "When we were having phone sex, yes?"

"Mhmm, and you had said, you're not looking to be pregnant…?" You can feel the smile slide right off your face while your heart seizes. "I've… I'm just so, um… curious why. I mean, you don't have to answer, but I've been wondering all day… I mean, I respect if you, uh-"

"I can't have kids." It practically comes out as a whisper, but you just hear a confused little huh on his end. "I mean, I can get pregnant, but, with my quirk…" You suck in a shaky breath, "With my quirk, they'd basically be their own death sentence." There's a long silence, and you can't help but break it, "Eijirou?"

"Sorry. I'm here. I just… shit , that was heavier than I thought it would be."

"Hey, you didn't know, I'm not mad."

"Gem, are you crying?"

"No." Your eyes are just a little watery.

You can hear him say to himself "Man, I should've waited." Before he continues to you, "Listen, Gemstone, if you want , and when you're ready, we'll see a quirk specialist... See what your options are. I'm.. I'm so sorry."

"Eiji, it's fine. It's heavy sure, but… but I probably should have brought it up anyway… just figured it was weird to bring up kids super early, y'know?"

Kirishima barks an uncomfortable, loud laugh, "Gem, I've been sweating over the thought of asking all day for the same reason. I'd never want you to be uncomfortable, and I feel even worst for making you cry, but I am here for you, whatever you decide."

"Thanks. Not going to lie, I was afraid this call was going to be you saying you found someone out there and aren't coming back." You joke to break the tension, even if it is a real concern of yours.

"Gem," He feigns outrage, "where am I going to find someone as cute as you, who is apparently an undercover freak. Been dying to come home and test some of those interests of yours."

There's a pleasant tingle in your spine, and you can't help but play along. "Don't know, Babe, as I recall, a lot of those interests were shared ."

"What can I say, you paint a pretty picture. You might have given me a corruption kink. I'm dying to ruin you." He chuckles when he hears you groan on the line. "Okay, okay, I'm done teasing you for now. Next time you say something about me finding someone else, though, I'm going to make you say nice things about yourself."

Something in his tone says that isn't just a joke, "That's mean Eiji...  Diabolical even…"

"Guess you're just going to have to behave then."

"Hmmm… I'll think about it."

"You think about a lot of things." He sighs, "I promised to run an early morning workout, but I don't wanna say good night yet."

"If it makes you feel any better, I got an early morning workout at my new gym too. I should let you go."

"Gemstone! You let me forget! We're supposed to be workout buddies!"

"Well Eiji, we tend to get very distracted when by ourselves… I'm not complaining. We'll get around to it… eventually."

He chuckles, "Okay Gem, good night."

"Sweet dreams, Eiji."

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Bakugo is waiting outside the gym for you.  He was surprised, to say the least, when you asked if he was going to the gym today, and if you could join him if that were the case so that you could ‘pick his brain in person’. He ended up being extra early, but waking up early was his idea anyway. He liked to keep his life active between certain hours, if not he ends up power napping for two fucking hours .

Luckily, you aren’t late like other people , so he isn’t waiting for very long, especially because you also are already dressed in gym gear. “Morning Bakugo. Thanks for letting me tag along.”

“Sure.”

You snort at his chipper demeanor, “Hey you chose the time, but, just a quick heads up, a person I knew from high school works, well, owns this place apparently.  Between you and me? I’m going to try and politely avoid any conversation about high school. You being there should  also  deter him, but, uh, fair warning.”  You open the door for him.

Bakugo has no problem walking though the door you’re holding, “Just tell him to fuck off then.”

“No, normally I would, but he was alright . Probably one of the closest people to me back then, and high school wasn’t exactly pleasant for me. I gathered it wasn’t too good for him either.” You shrug.

He scans in, questions now raising wildly in his mind. “Whatever, if he get’s pushy, I’ll deck him.”

“Thank you, appreciated, but I’d probably deck him faster, for the record, if it came to that.” You scan in right after him, “Let me put my bag down, and I'll meet you right outside the lockers?” He nods, and you both break away from each other, to come right back not a full two minutes later.  “What first?”

“Warm up cardio.”

“And what does that mean to you, because I’m hearing jump ropes or vertical climbers.”

“You can’t just do what you like, Y/N.”

“Do you think… I like jumping ? I’m a self conscious woman, I don’t like jump rope, and have you been on a vertical climber? Awful, but a better flavor of awful than running. What I like is laying in bed, hoping to seduce the sandman for a nap.” 

Bakugo fights the smirk that wants to slide on his face, seeing how serious you apparently are about that. “Ropes it is.” He heads over to the open area, taking a rope from the peg “So, what did you want to bother me about?”

“Eijirou’s birthday. I know it’s in a few weeks. Was wondering if there was something he has wanted to do?” You get your own rope, and start slowly building up speed.

The blonde is stunned this is what you wanted to talk about, of all things, not that he was certain what to expect from this at all. "You're his girlfriend." 

"Of two minutes, you've been his best friend since high school ." Bakugo seems to think it over without missing a beat, or jump as it where, meanwhile you were already starting to breathe heavily.  " I mean… you guys are already… covered for… the gala, I thought about… renting a suite… but it seems… underwhelming ."

"That isn't an awful idea. It's actually good to capitalize on the fact we are pretty much all off… a penthouse suite wouldn't be underwhelming."

You stop jumping for a moment, nearly tripping. "I don't have that kind of money, let alone on the ready." You go back to jumping, making your way back to speed.

"Don't worry about the money too much. We tend to all pitch in. You wouldn't be-"

"Y/N!" You both stop, as Teki approaches you.

"Hey…" You keep the disappointment of being approached again so quickly off your face. "Bakugo, this is Teki, we went to school together. Teki, thi-"

"Yes, DynaMight. I actually spoke to Bakugo here quite recently." Bakugo sucks his teeth, "He scared one of my employees really badly the other day, but after the incident , we decided it was all a big misunderstanding, and we compted you the first month." You look at Bakugo, confused, "Well, now that I know you're you , we can work on that but-"

"I'm confused. What are you talking about?"

The men both look at each other, but when Bakugo doesn't offer anything, Teki elaborates, "It was brought to my attention that one of my employees had falsely accused you of fraud and refused to even check your permits, and made you uncomfortable. So I threw your account the first month free. Imagine my surprise when I see you walk in with Torri. I was hoping to run into you, I brought you something."

He starts digging in his pockets and hands you a set of fingerless gloves, "No way!" You can't help but scramble to put them on, vibrating with excitement. The gloves were a mesh like material that had two separate thin metal pieces embedded, one across the fingers like iron knuckles, and the other a rectangle across the back of your hand. Both metal pieces housed thin metal wires with little hooked ends, and there were little buttons on the inside of the palm for different commands. "I thought I lost these in the move! You had them the whole time?"

"Well yeah, I had to take them from you when you were being difficult when I was trying to get you home."

"Get her home…?" Bakugo repeats suspiciously, getting closer.

"Oh yeah, her boyfriend was being shittier than normal - sorry - so I made sure she got home after he got her trashed ."

You never knew how you made it home after the party. "That was you ?"

"Yeah… I mean, once I heard he was going to, uh," His eyes shoot to Bakugo for a second, before settling back to you, realizing far too late this wasn't the best conversation to have brought up. "Actually… Maybe we should catch up after you're done?” Teki mouths a sorry at you before slinking away, leaving you alone with a Bakugo who's had his curiosity piqued. 

"Wait, what happened?" Bakugo looks down at you, "What isn't he saying?"

"High school wasn't the best for me." You shrug. 

"Y/N. What aren't you telling me? That guy used to be a hero, and you went to school together? Is this why your heading Deku's stupid little passion project?" He looks so concerned, you feel bad . This man has said some horrible things, but he seems to actually care despite it all. Well, at least sometimes .

You two just look at each other. 

He's tried to make amends, at least a little, but is that enough for you to share something so personal .

"Y/N? I'm just… fuck " He runs his fingers through his hair, "I'm just trying to make sense of this. Of you ."

"Okay," You finally relent, "Let's finish this, and… and we'll talk about it."

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“Straighten your back!” 

“It is straight, my posture's right!” You’re both squatting side by side, using barbells.  His weight set is almost cartoonishly large in comparison to yours, but you do your sets in sync, and secretly, knowing you’ve only just gotten into working out again, he’s impressed how you’ve kept up. “The only thing I sometimes do wrong is go too low, but my back is straight. You couldn’t get it straighter if you tried.”  He gives you a cocky smirk, and you can’t help but ask, “What?”

“Nothing, last set.” Once done, you're happy to gently put down the barbell and stretch a bit from your waist with the tiniest yawn. "Punching bags or sparring?" 

You flex your hands, feeling the slight weight of your gloves. "Either or. I chose the warm up, you can choose this one." 

“I just asked you ! If I wa-”

“My god, you two bicker like an old married couple.” Torri says approaching you two. "I heard you, so I figured I'd swing by to say hello."

"We weren't that loud." Bakugo huffs, and you agree, it was definitely talking levels of loud, especially for Bakugo.

"You don't have to be." She taps the side of her face twice, "My quirk does the heavy lifting, even if it can get overwhelming. Can I snatch you for a minute? Just a quick thing before my shift starts?" 

You look over at Bakugo, who shrugs. "I'll see you by the punching bags."

"I'll drop her off in a bit!" Torri calls over to him, walking you over to the corner.

"You okay?"

"Okay? Fantastic . So I just heard last night you got that free month because DynaMight over there tore into Tsutomu about accusing you of fraud and about you dating." She chuckles to herself, "Told the man if he so much looks at you, and makes you uncomfortable, he'd have to deal with him .  Oji heard most of it, and took them back to his office, and was super excited to see your name, bit then said he must not remember the name right. I was hoping Tsutomu would be let go, but I'm stuck with his condescending self, but at least he keeps a lot more of his comments to himself."

You stare at her for a good five seconds, trying to process everything she just spouted. "Okay, and I'm being genuine right now in asking, but why are you telling me all this?"

"One, so you know if Tsutomu sees you, he'll probably hike it to be anywhere else to not be in DynaMight's crosshairs. Two, so Oji doesn't get out of you knowing the truth. Three, I'm hoping Tsutomu messes up around you, but that's me being petty, I don't want you to be uncomfortable, and four, I've heard about you for years . I feel like I already know you and will give you the heads up Oji was really concerned when you apparently just up and left. He's going to be constantly checking in on you now, even if it's just here at the gym. If you need me to talk to him because I know how he gets, just let me know. I've been wrangling him for years."

“Thanks.” You’re still a bit confused , but who are you to turn down some kindness, “Will do Torri.”

“ Of course!” She ends up navigating you to a speed bag Bakugo was using, “Catch you later! My shift starts in a few.”

"What did she want?" He asks, stopping and rolling his shoulders.

"Couldn't give it a minute?" You ask with a chuckle. "She was just giving me a few heads up." You walk up to an actual punching bag, "Tell me, Bakugo, why didn't you tell me you threatened that front desk guy."

Bakugo steps behind the bag ready to hold it steady as you take a few test jabs at it. " I don't know what you're talking about."

"Really? The guy Teki apparently brought you to his office for…? Tsu-something…? Do you threaten that many people?" You build a rhythm with your punches, shifting  your weight to the balls of feet, so you're no longer standing flat footed. Each hit is solid, and you keep a bounce to you as you continue throwing combinations.

"Those are good hits."

"You're stalling."

Despite the harsh words , his tone is tired, as he walks a bit over so the bag no longer blocks his line of vision from you, "What the fuck do you want to hear, Y/N? It's always something with you, where I end up in the wrong. So I figured I'd try and handle this one on my own."

The silence is only broken up by the sound of your gloves hitting the bag, "Not always. Sometimes it me."

"Yeah, well… we both suck."  

"I agree, we do." You chuckle, playfully hitting Bakugo's arm "Poor Eijirou, stuck with both of us." 

Bakugo steps up to the bag and starts throwing punches, "I dunno… we may suck, but look at everyone around." A cocky smirk spreads on his face, “Where's the competition? We’re still his best options."

Of course his comment just solidifies how shitty a person you are, because you can’t help but laugh . 

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When you finally settle down from your hysterics you can't help but yawn with another stretch. “I’m tapping out. I’m tired, ready to hit the sauna, then go home to make lunch, maybe enough for dinner too, then sleep until my shift tomorrow.”

His punches stop, “What happened to talking?”

“But I’m tired .” You sigh. “Later?”

“No, it’s your turn now. No stalling. Either we can get something to eat or I’ll cook.”

"I'm not telling you my past out in public." You say flatly, "We can make something at my place, if you want, but I am hitting the sauna and taking a shower first."  You also wouldn't want to be seen out with him, one on one while your boyfriends out of town.  Being seen working behind Todoroki on the few occasions he went out for meetings and brought you along seemed to cool the undercurrent of the internet that seemed to want to keep your fifteen minutes of fame alive, but you would never want to give the redhead another reason to feel insecure about his best friend. At least with Akio home for a few hours, it’ll be fine.

[Y/N]

Hope your day is going alright

Kirishima hadn’t responded to any of your earlier memes that you’ve sent, but you figured he was busy, and you understood not everyone could be attached to their phones. 

"What am I supposed to do then, just sit around and wait for you?"

"If you want. We can always do this another day, but you insisted today. So you can either be the pushy bastard I know you are and wait for me, do the sauna yourself, or let me stall. Your choice."

The blonde gives in with a suck of his teeth in no time at all, "See you in the sauna." Before stomping off.

You're surprised when you're the first one to the sauna, but there are two other men in there, spread out along one wall of V shaped benches, one closer to the corner on the top bench, and the other on the bottom bench, closer to the wall closest to the door.

You quietly make your way through to the set of benches unoccupied and sit somewhat in the middle, only for Bakugo to come in after. "Move over."

"There's pl-"

"Move. Over." With a soft tap on your arm, it's a silent command to move over  towards the far wall. You move over, rolling your eyes, only for him to sit close enough to essentially wall you off from the rest of the room.  It’s a kind gesture, now that you can see it for what it is, and it allows you to relax that much more into the heat.  You can’t help the small yawn that escapes you a good few minutes later, making him look over you over, trying not to let his eyes settle too long on your flush, dewy skin or mostly healed neck. “You okay?”

"Yeah. I wasn't kidding when I said I was tired. Late night, early morning, working out, dealing with you, Teki and Torri. All very high energy interactions. Not all of us have hero stamina." 

"Cute. Stamina never seemed to be an issue for you though." It takes a full two seconds for it to click, making you snort, "You, at least, have the luxury of regular work hours. Go to sleep at a normal time, Idiot, and you’ll probably have better form too.”

You flip him off, getting up, and walking off, sparing the towel clad blonde just a glance before opening the door, leaving him with a teasing tone, “It’s okay, I know you just want to feel needed , and I know my back was straight. There was no need to check me out so hard.”

[Eiji ❤️🖤]

It’s alright

But I’m ready to go home lol

[Y/N]

Aww

Soon Eiji 😊

Bakugo is already outside waiting by the time you’re done, and he insisted on stopping at the store, despite you insisting there was enough food at home, but you managed to be slick enough to at least pay for it.  Akio is quick to come out, playing his switch in handheld, “Why on earth did you give me that book, I am so furious , I’m at the-” He looks up, “What’d you do this time ?”

“Hey!” Bakugo protests.

“At ease, ‘Kio,” You say with a snort, “Nothing’s wrong. Fun fact, ran into someone from high school at the gym today, well yesterday too, and-”

“And you went back?” Your friend bursts.

“Yeah, Teki’s… cool . A bit weird, but cool. He started talking about my past in front of Bakugo, here, so now the man has questions, and is impatient enough to cook to get them out of me.”

"Ugh, I hate… everything about your past." He plops onto the loveseat you returned back to the area, laying down, still playing, "Let me know if you need help." 

You know Akio is actually offering emotional support, and not kitchen help, but Bakugo responds, "I got it." To be fair, Bakugo probably knows his way around your kitchen better than Akio does. 

You're putting away groceries, as Bakugo sets up, "So, where do you want to start?"

"You and Teki went to school together? Hero school?"

"Yeah. We were put together for a lot of my training, his nerves are damn near senseless as a side effect of his quirk, if you didn't know, so Feedback wasn't really an issue for him." You shrug.

"Did you fail out of school or something?"

You laugh, "No, I passed, got my hero license and my degree," "Oh yeah." "I did pretty well in school. I only applied because I was forced to by my parents." Akio boos from the loveseat, "They lost their house, and we were in the process of moving in with [Lily] and her family, so when my parents heard she was about to apply and take the exams, they sent me up early for a bit. I passed, fairly high placing for the hero course and went back home, while it was still home for the few weeks left, and by the time we moved up north with them, [Lily] had already convinced people to not really talk to me. Teki was one of the few people who would still have a passing conversation with me, even if we weren't very chatty in general."

"What was her issue?" He asks, going through your pans. 

"What isn't her issue?" Akio asks under his breath. You end up grabbing one from the drainer, offering it out, assuming it's the one he's looking for. He takes it, and a second pan, accepting your silent help.