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e2-e4 · 7 months

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he's blushing. awww

#bakudeku #bnha #mha #bkdk #my hero acadamia

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todorokitouyasleftshoe · 6 months

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*bakubro helping kami get dressed for his date*

baku: no, absolutely fucking not. youre not wearing a lime green jacket

kami, pouting: it’s a cool jacket bakubro!

baku: I’m not letting any of my idiots go out looking like goddamn idiots

kami, weighing his options: but what about kirishimas cr-

baku, cutting him off with a sigh: there’s nothing I can do about Kirishima and his crocs

#anime #class 1a #my hero acadamia #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #mha incorrect quotes #bakudeku #bnha #kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #denki kaminari #hanta sero #bnha incorrect quotes

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noodelak · 11 months

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Rewatching hero aca i love this dude 💜

#bhna #kurogiri #my hero acadamia #boku no hero academia #mha

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dogwaterdish · 6 months

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Uraraka: I want to wake up with you every day for the rest of our lives.

Midoriya: I wake up at 4:30 AM every day to train.

Uraraka: I want to see you at some point every day for the rest of our lives.

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clawz-loopz · 10 months

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chompers (real good for biting!)

#claw.art #my hero academia #mha #izuku midoriya #my hero acadamia #deku

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skaredykaz · 1 year

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Save to win, win to save 💚🧡

(No reposts please!)

I made this comic during the weeks where Izuku left U.A and all of us theorized about Katsuki chasing after him… yet somehow Hori found a way to make it even fruitier. 🥴

Ah, good times 🥹

#bkdk #ktdk #BNHA #mha #my hero Acadamia #boku no hero academia #bakudeku #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugou #kazart #art #digital art #comic #comics

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katsuma6 · 11 months

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I just want to headcannon Dabi for a second.

I'm having an insane hyperfixation and cannot stop. Also I'm sick and just want to be babied so leave me alone.

I can imagine Dabi hates everything and doesn't have a soft spot for anyone. Sure he cares about the LOV but, not in a way that means something. He would gladly watch the world burn with a smile on his face.

But something about you.

He handles you like glass.

The LOV is plotting a big mission and you can't focus on anything Shigaraki is saying. You're usually excited and looking forward to being apart of the plans but, not today. You're spacing out and your eyes are darker than normal.

Dabi takes note of that. He's always watched you from a far. Ever since you joined the League. Once Shigaraki was done talking, everyone got ready to leave for the mission.

You were walking slow in the hallway and suddenly your feet get swept up. Dabi grabbed you and held you bridal style.

"You're too slow."

You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm but, melted into his arms and he's a fucking sucker for that. He loves how just one touch from him has such a strong and overwhelming affect on you.

He doesn't take you to your room. Instead he carries you to his. He shuts the door behind him by pushing against it with his back.

"Wait here. Don't move."

He spoke lowly and calmly while placing your aching body on the bed. You're too tired to question his actions. Having your eyes shut you almost drifted off to sleep but, a gentle touch woke you up.

"C'mere love."

The sound of his calm voice calling you a nickname make your heart flutter. You took his extended hand to help pull yourself up in a seated position and slowly followed him to the bathroom where he ran a hot bath. Your eyes widened with surprise.

"You didn't have to-"

"It should help relax your aching muscles."

He interrupted before you could finish. Dabi knows aches and pains. He's way too familiar with it and seeing his partner in any type of discomfort is gut-wrenching.

Suddenly heavy heat reaches your cheeks as you cling to your shirt. Dabi cocks a brow.

"How many times have I seen you naked, doll?"

"This is different!" You try and argue but it's pointless. His rough hands gently grip your shirt, pulling it over your head and arms.

"Dabi-"

He places a finger to your lips and continues to help you undress. You finally sit down in the steaming water. Dabi folds the toilet seat down and takes a seat beside you. You feel embarrassed but also calm and relaxed. This was really nice and definitely out of character.

After about 30 minutes you decided you were done and wrapped yourself in a towel. Dabi had went to a different room to get something so you curled into his bed not worrying about getting dressed.

The door opens and cerulean orbs find you. He sees your body wrapped in a blanket and lays down beside you pulling you into his embrace.

Dabi LOVES to cuddle. As someone who grew up with no affection it makes him feel incredibly good. His finger brushed through your wet hair.

Dabi is the kind of guy that no matter what you need he will make it happen or die trying. Behind closed doors or in private he's such an affectionate partner.

Now if you went and told anyone about these soft moments he would light you on fire. (Not really. Well maybe...)

He makes sure you take your medicine and he's also good about making sure you drink plenty of water.

"Am I going to have to make up for this?"

Dabis eyes go half lidded with a small snicker.

"Oh, I'm sure you'll figure out how to make it up to me when you're feeling better."

He's only half joking...

He'd do anything for you not expecting anything in return but, if you're willing to get on your knees while he grabs handfuls of your hair bobbing you up and down on his cock he'll never say no.

After all he can't play with his doll if she's not in tip top shape.

#dabi headcanons #anime #my hero acadamia #dabi x reader #bnha dabi #dabi x you #dabi imagine #dabi smut #dabi fluff #touya todoroki #touya x reader #mha x y/n #mha headcanons #mha smut #fluff

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tilly-toons · 1 year

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"Izuku... I'm sorry for everything"

DO NOT REPOST

OKOK this has GOT TO BE one of my fave scenes it the entire manga! like how can u build SUCH a strong foundation for this apology it's so heartbreaking AND heartwarming at the same time!

After Kacchan legit was the one that led the search and found him first AND gave the light to Deku's eyes back! And he FIANLYL APOLOGIZED! it was so so worth it and earned and the WORDS HE USED! Saying he didn't expect anything to change between them like baby... BABY......

Anyways hope u like it! it's one of my fave pieces I've done for them!

OTHER SOCIALS

#bakudeku #bnha #my hero acadamia #mha #my art #bnha spoilers #spoilers #mha manga #boku no hero academia #bkdk #dkbk #deku #kacchan #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki

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lovades · 8 months

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𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐟 ; 𝘬𝘢𝘵𝘴𝘶𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘬𝘶𝘨𝘰𝘶

she//her!reader

plot :: when bakugou goes to his best mates house to swim and winds up balls deep in his mother.

possible triggers :: swearing, oral, age gap, milf, gagging, pussy eating, kitchen sex, size kink, daddy kink, secret relationship, creampie.

"everyone knows kirishima's mom is a fucking milf." kaminari smirked, raising his eyebrows as the group laughed. kirishima groaned, "god damnit kami, she's right inside."

"god, imagine she comes out in that tight little bikini like she usually does." todoroki suggested. bakugou raised his eyebrows, his cock stirring in his swim trunks from the thought as well as jealousy from his friends unknowingly talk about his girl. he shook his head, getting out of the pool and wrapping a towel around his waist. "idiots. i'm going get a drink."

the group ignored him, talking amongst themselves. bakugou shook his head, walking inside.

and there she was.

y/n kirishima, recently divorced milf.

she swayed her hips back and forth slightly, humming as she made her homemade lemonade. bakugou chewed his lip, watching how the sundress hugged her in the right places.

he walked up behind her, hard cock pressing against her ass and placed his hand on her stomach. "what'd i tell you about wearing these dresses around the boys?" he growled in her ear lowly.

she grinned to herself, biting on her bottom lip. "you know i'm yours, baby." she spoke softly, pressing her ass more against him. "yeah, they don't." he dipped his head down, kissing and nipping along side of her neck as his hand eased down to slide up her dress.

"suki.."

he ignored her as his fingers traced under the line of her bikini. "ah so you were planning on going out there..you like whenever they stare at you?" she let out a soft hum. "it was all for you, daddy." she whispered softly. he let out a groan, turning her around and pressing her against the counter.

"why do you do this to me? you like me being like this for you? huh? must want my babies." he picked her up, placing her on the counter.

her fingers traced along his biceps, wrapping her legs around his waist to pull him closer. "i'd love to carry your babies."

"bet you would."

he kneeled down, spreading her legs and kissing each of her thighs slowly. "let me fuck one into you." she let out a hum, picking up one of her legs, her high heel resting on the counter. "god, im so lucky." he mumbled, moving her bikini bottoms to the side.

he admired her glistening pussy for a minute before leaning in and kissing on her clit. her soft moans filled the air, one hand going in his hair and the other stabling herself on the counter.

he hummed against her, falling in love with the taste as he started to speed up the movement of his tongue, his two fingers teased her hole while doing so.

"oh daddy, fuck."

his cock was as hard as it could get, leaking absurd amounts of precum from the tip of it as he slipped his fingers in fully. his tongue worked wonders on her clit as his swirled his fingers in and out of her sopping pussy.

god, he was gonna marry this woman.

her moans were driving him crazy while he pushed for her orgasm. "no, no, no, f-fuck!" she cried out, squirting a bit while she did so. he pulled his fingers out slowly, standing straight. "open."

her big glossy eyes stared into his as she seductively opened her mouth, legs shaking slightly while doing so. he stuck his fingers in her mouth, chewing his lip as he watched her suck them. he used his free hand to tug his swim trunks down, freeing his bricked erection.

his eyes didn't leave hers as he rubbed the head of his cock along her pussy. her leg went behind him, pushing him into her. both of their jaws dropped slightly from pleasure, y/n rolling her head back slightly.

he pulled his fingers out of her mouth, both hands gripping on to her thighs. he picked her legs up, placing them on his shoulders. "ready baby? ready to catch my babies?"

she nodded quickly. "yes suki, please."

"that's my good girl."

he started drilling into her, gripping on to her thighs tightly. "f-fuck baby, take it."

her cries of pleasure filled the kitchen as he pumped into her. "o-oh daddy, yes." she whimpered, tears clouding her eyes. "yeah baby, you like that, huh? you love it?"

"yes suki, yes!" she cried out, gripping on to his biceps. "i hope they hear you. i hope the boys walk in and see me drilling your shit. i hope they see you begging for my babies. you're such a dirty whore. fucking your son's best friend knowing he can walk in any minute." he scoffed, fucking into her harder.

"pathetic."

her freshly manicured nailed dug into his skin as he fucked into her. "tell me you love me. tell me you want only me." he pulled the top of her dress down, freeing her tits and leaning in, attaching to her nipple.

she whimpered out, pussy clenching repeatedly around him. "i love you suki, i love you! w-wanna marry you!"he smirked against her, flicking her clit with one hand and using the other to toy with her free nipple.

"g-gonna cum." tears fell down her rosy cheeks as she let out the most breathtaking moans known to man.

"cum baby," he mumbled against her.

her body felt so warm having katsuki balls deep into her while flicking her clit and having both of her nipples occupied.

she let out a loud cry, her thighs clenching as she let out loads of cum around him. he hummed, pulling out of her and pulling her off the counter. "suck it."

she kneeled down, tears still streaming down her face as she let his dick slide into her mouth. he grabbed the back of her head with one hand, his other resting against the counter as he fucked into her mouth.

she gagged around him while he tore up the back of her throat with his throbbing cock. "f-fucking hell." he groaned out, moving faster.

he looked down, locking eyes with her as he watched the tears stream down her face.

"s-so pretty. you're so fucking pretty." he groaned, pulling her up and putting her back on to the counter. "bout to cum."

he pushed his cock back into her, thrusting while letting out deep groans and gripping onto her thighs until his knuckles turned white.

she let out moans, arching her back against him while he did so. with one last push into her, ropes of cum started to fill her, him letting out a moan with each one.

"t-there you go..so good for me, suki.." she hummed scratching his head softly as he came. he let out deep breaths, pulling her close while laying his head on her boobs. "good job baby.." she soothed him softly, scratching his back softly as well. "did so good.."

after a few minutes passed, he slowly pulled out of her, both of them letting out hitched breaths.

he used his fingers to push his cum back into her. "so pretty filled with my babies.." she hummed in response as he pulled her bottoms back over her pussy and then pulling up his trunks.

"i love you." he whispered to her, kissing her cheek softly. "i love you." she whispered back as he slowly helped her off the counter. "want you to go outside and serve them lemonade while you're filled with my babies." he grinned.

"yes sir." she winked, grabbing the lemonade before heading outside.

"that's my girl." he winked, placing a forceful smack on her ass before following her out.

"boys, lemonade!"

#my hero acadamia #katsuki bakugou #katsuki smut #mha bakugou #katsuki bakugo smut #mha denki #denki kaminari #mha kirishima #mha x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #kirishima eijirou #shouto todoroki #mha todoroki

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manias-wordcount · 8 months

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Hopefully your requests r open, if so can you make a mha proheros (specifically midnight, aizawa, and all might - if you write for them) x reader whos goth and wears trad goth makeup alot? Thanks!

S/o who is Goth HCs (Midnight, Easerhead, All Might)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆!

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

Nemuri Kayama (Midnight)

You know she’ll be coming home with shit for you to try, right?

She’s literally your biggest hype girl when it comes to your style

So you know your girlfriend is gonna get you hooked up with her connections

And as a big-name pro-hero?

Expect a lot of shopping sprees from foreign, world-renowned brands (with custom-made ideas whenever you want)

She’ll literally take makeup and clothes brand deals that she knows you like or if they have products you want to try

She probably knew just a little bit about gothic style before meeting you

But after meeting you she knows all the lingo and the terms and probably has her own favorite subcategory

(My money is on romantics tbh)

But all-in-all, she probably likes this about you so much because you’re bold and you're owning up to what you like and you just don't give a shit about looking like anyone else <3

Shota Aizawa (Eraserhead)

It’s a little funny looking between the two of you

When the two of you go out, he’s never recognized

But he looks like a complete slob who never shaves or combs his hair so he gets a lot of looks anyways

But you?

Your makeup is done and it’s perfect and your outfit is complicated but amazing which earns you a lot of looks too

But for different reasons of course (cough cough people don't see traditional goth makeup that often in some societies and they think you're really hot cough cough)

And all in all? If it weren’t for the fact that the two of you were both wearing black, nobody would be able to tell that you’re together

Despite the fact that he’s almost never put together, he thinks the amount of effort that you put into your appearance because you like the style really admirable

He always makes sure to compliment a new makeup look on you

And it’s always genuine because he has no idea how you’re able to do all that with just a few brushes and shit WHAHAHA

Toshinori Yagi (All Might)

You and your skin and (barely) bones boyfriend are eye-catching, that’s for sure

Seriously, you’re the very picture of emo/goth girlfriend and golden retriever boyfriend sometimes

Now he definitely didn’t know shit about goth subculture before meeting you

Except for the fact that it’s just a lot of black

But he’s very supportive at least!

You’re definitely very different from anyone else he’d proabbly go after

But people don't choose who they fall for WHAHAH

So be patient with him as he tries to understand your style and all the makeup

But just know that he’ll never stop being amazed when he looks at you

Because you seriously got a giant ass golden retriever when you started dating him- man will get excited about everything regarding you <3 WHAHAHHA

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honeesucker · 1 year

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Pairing: ProHero!DynaMight | Katsuki Bakugo x Puppygirl!Reader

Word count: 4,244

Series Content Warnings: Slow start... Graphic Depictions of Past Abuse & Trauma Response | Profuse Usage of Pet Names / All-around Softness | Bakugo Experienced Work-Related Trauma (causing near deafness, being put on leave from the agency, PTSD) | Eventual smut™ (will be tagged in individual chapters - to include but not limited to KiriBaku, HybridxHybrid, Hybrid heat trope, sex toy usage).

Chapter Warning: just some good ole KirixBaku intimacy / softness in this one.

*Not proofread.

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Bakugo had spent the better part of the next three days after leaving the rescue facility overthinking everything – the layout of his apartment would need to be changed, for instance – made to be safer for a hybrid in a new environment until they adjusted, and also just add things for the hybrid to share in their new home – switching out his office to give the hybrid their own room (Bakugo read that having their own space is important from a mental health perspective, in general for anyone, even more so when healing from trauma). He had already cleared out the spare room, adjusting his own to fit the scant amount of a home office he had to leave the room bare, Bakugo wanted to make sure the hybrid could feel free to choose their own furniture, to fill the room with things they liked and wanted... wanted to make sure that whoever he brought home felt comfortable.

Whoever, Bakugo mused, while an image of you snuggled into Kirishima made his heart clench tightly. That night he had wrapped up the tour and ended up in the common room to see the sight of you curled between his friend and the wolf hybrid... it did something to him – called to some part of him instantly in a way he had never known before... more than his innate desire to protect citizens as a Pro Hero – no, this was something deeper than that. His night was spent tossing and turning in and out of daydreams that bore your face, imagining more of a life than Bakugo knew to hope for – firstly because in his heart his greatest fear being that he wasn’t worthy of safety, of love, of comfort or anything else in a similar vein... he had been an absolute explosive shithead of a child, and while he grew from his experiences, he knew he was still as brash and sharp-edged as ever and his relationships with others over the years bore witness to that truth. The only exception being Kirishima – whose quirk hardened him to the world, and whose soft heart and unending perseverance lent him an upper hand with Bakugo... everything else after that came easy between them as it always had since they were kids, as their relationship grew and transformed into what it was today.

Bakugo’s second fear being one that had him worrying his teeth against the skin of his bottom lip all night until the fragile skin tore, the copper taste of his blood turning his mouth sour – would you want to come home with him? He knew one of the introductory processes in the rehabilitation program was to match the hybrid with the person, and within that list of candidates was a choice: the hybrid held the final say in whether or not they wanted to be placed with whomever met the qualifications and requested their placement with them.

Bakugo didn’t get to introduce himself to you that night, TetsuTetsu had carried your sleeping form back to your room after another ten minutes or so when the tour had ended and Bakugo had given a gentle shake to Kirishima’s shoulder. Kirishima – who observed a new look on his friend's face – watched as Bakugo watched you; his ears and cheeks were a dusty shade of pink, his eyes softer than he had ever seen them as his friend’s crimson eyes watched you disappear down a hallway.

Bzzzzzzzzt. Bzzzzzzztttt. Bzzzzzzzzzztttt.

Bakugo froze at the sound of the harsh vibration from his phone jarring the silence of his apartment and tearing him out of the hole his thoughts were digging him into. The device sat on the shelf by his entryway where he dropped it after coming in from his morning run, the gentle melodic tinkling sounds of his ringtone being drowned out by the phone’s assault of the wooden surface. He nearly blasted himself to his entryway and saw an unknown number on his caller ID, normally he would let it go to voicemail but a tug in the back of his mind was urging him to answer.

“Hello?” Bakugo answered, and was met with a quick reply. “Yes, hello – I am calling for a Mr. Katsuki Bakugo?”

“Yeah, you got him - whad’ya want?” Bakugo was used to randoms getting his number and was always prepared to handle anything... anything but the unexpected reply that came from the other end of this call.

“I’m sorry to bother you Mr. Bakugo but after careful consideration I wanted to extend the good news that you have been approved for a hybrid license through the rehabilitation program and are free to come in anytime to discuss next steps.” Bakugo froze on the spot, phone nearly dropping out of his sweaty palm. “Mr. Baku-?” Bakugo cut off the query.

“I’m here, sorry,” his mumbled reply came through, “my schedule is open. I would like to come as soon as possible.” Bakugo’s mind went blank as he made his way through the rest of the conversation on autopilot. He had an appointment the following morning to head back to the facility to begin his classes, as well as move forward in the decision of which hybrid would suit him after meeting those they gathered based on his lifestyle.

Bakugo’s finger slipped across the screen as the call ended, typing a quick “Come over, please” to who he needed the most right now. A reply chimed backed but Bakugo didn’t look at his screen to read the message, just felt his body slip down the wall, his butt landing on the bench in his entryway. He didn’t know how much time had passed before he heard the melodic beeping of the keypad entry to his home being pressed and soon the door pushed opened to revealed an out of breath Kirishima. Kirishima, whose eyes went wide with worry as he made his way further into Bakugo’s home, closing and locking the door behind him before heading over to where his friend sat, pulling him up by his arm and leading him to the living room to plop down onto the large, plush couch. Kirishima seated himself behind Bakugo, who rested his head against the larger man’s chest, tucked under a massive arm.

“Wanna talk about it?” Kirishima finally vocalized, breaking the silence as he traced gentle random patterns on Bakugos exposed skin around his neck and shoulders, occasionally bringing his hand up to card large fingers through soft blonde hair. A quiet “Mm” was the only reply he received and he just nodded, continuing to provide what comfort he could until Bakugo could settle his thoughts and speak clearly. “Did you get denied from the program?” Kirishima was afraid to ask, but he needed to help Bakugo navigate whatever feelings he was having and knowing the explosive blonde, his anxiety was eating away at him as the silence continued on.

“No,” Bakugo finally answered. “I was approved for the hybrid license and have an appointment tomorrow to move forward with classes and introductions...”

“That’s great news, isn’t it Kats?” Kirishima’s tone was gentle and even, navigating a conversation when he was unsure of the blonde’s feelings; a grumble sounded against his chest with a soft vibration. “What’s got you worrying?”

“M’scared,” Bakugo mumbled against Kirishima’s chest, “what if I never get better? What if I fuck up and cause the hybrid more trauma? If I can’t control myself and hurt them with my quirk, or yell too loud... what if no hybrid at the center wants to go home with me?” Kirishima’s head was swimming with Bakugo’s rapid-fire questions and all he could think to do was squeeze his large arms around the blonde (Kirishima knew that deep pressure therapy was helpful with some anxiety attacks) and pressed his lips against the top of the blonde’s head, drinking in the clean smell that he had come to know so well. Eventually Kirishima felt Bakugo relax in his arms fully, body going limp as each muscle, each limb, relaxed.

“You can always ask for help when you’re doubting anything, Kats – you know I will drop everything to be there for you,” Kirishima started, going back to his earlier motion of tracing random patterns on Bakugo’s skin. “You will definitely have to be careful of how you act and react around a new hybrid, but I’m not worried about anything like you are – it's gonna work out a lot better than you think,” a gentle hum of a reply sounded, “and I’m sure you’ll find yourself surprised at how many hybrids would be happy to go home with you, and the center is super good at matching people with most unusually perfect hybrids... TetsuTetsu wasn’t my first choice, I worried over how similar we were at first but it all came together perfectly, and you’ve witnessed that,” Bakugo’s mind was still swimming, but the electrified panic that had set alight to his blood was quelled for now between Kirishima’s calm dissection of his worries, and the feel of his fingers over his skin and the steady thump thump thump of Kirishima’s heart beating rhythmically against Bakugo’s ear.

It wasn’t long before Kirishima heard a small snore from Bakugo and smiled down at the way his face softened in his relaxed state. His mind mulling over how this intimacy between them was something Kirishima held dearly to his heart – sure they were close friends at UA, Bakugo often opening up to Kirishima more and more over the years, though nowhere near as much as he does now – actually asking for help – and they’ve also found comfort in each other physically through their natural chemistry and need for intimacy given their isolating lifestyles as they aged. Kirishima pulled the soft black throw Bakugo had draped on the back of the couch and pulled it over the blonde as he settled in, continuing to trace patterns along his back as the gentle thump of his heart and soft snores lulled him off to sleep as well.

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Kirishima awoke to the sounds of shuffling, and quiet clinks of glass when he opened his eyes to see Bakugo in the kitchen, black sweats hung low on his hips, hair still damp and lying flat around his head. Bakugo was sipped from a coffee mug as he scrolled through his phone.

“Coffee is ready,” Bakugo mumbled out, a yawn threatening to escape as he took another sip. “Y’also didn’t have to stay with me Red, would’ve been fine.” Kirishima stretched, long limbs taking up space in Bakugo’s living room as he stood and made his way to the kitchen for the steaming coffee.

“TetsuTetsu is with Denki, and as fine as I know you’d be you still shouldn’t have to be alone at a time like that,” Kirishima stated simply, and Bakugo appreciated it – knowing the red-haired Hero always meant what he said, never having to worry if his emotions, his worries, were too burdensome on his friend, or if he wasn’t worth the effort. Kirishima was a good person but he was also honest, didn’t waste his time or say things he didn’t mean – something Bakugo could always count on to reassure him. “Want me to go with you to the rescue facility today? I could call off patr-” before Kirishima could even finish Bakugo was shaking his head and protesting.

“Nah,” he said, “I’ll be okay to go it alone today and don’t need you slacking on patrol either – it's shitty enough with me being out.” Bakugo’s frustration on being put on leave with light-duty was evident but Kirishima only nodded, knowing when to reply with words and when Bakugo was just looking to get something out.

“Alright - I better get going then but shoot me a text when you wrap up and we can meet up after,” Kirishima said, stepping close to press a quick kiss to Bakugo’s temple as he set his coffee cup down on the counter behind him. “I mean it, Kats, send the damn text or you’ll find me at your door come the end of my shift.” Bakugo only snorted, cocked eyebrow and smirked as Kirishima returned the look with his own wide smile, before stepping into the entryway and grabbing his shoes and keys. “You’ll do great, Bakugo!”

The silence that enveloped the apartment after Kirishima shut the door left Bakugo with an uneasy feeling in the pit of his stomach, the heavy lead weighing him down as he swallowed hard, rubbing his palms on his sweats as he made his way to his room to get dressed and make the drive via cab out to the rescue facility.

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It was within the hour that Bakugo found himself back in front of the large expanse of greenery and sleek architecture that was the Musutafu Hybrid Rehabilitation Center. His anxiety still a heavy weight tied to the bottom of his heart, dragging painful minutes by as he made his way through the automatic doors, and was greeted by the same employee who was there the last time he visited for his initial interview.

“Ah, Mr. DynaMight!” The cheery voice greeted, a bright smile accompanying it. “So happy to see you back with us! The Director is waiting for you in the same conference room as last time, just down the hall there and to your left – did you need me to walk you there?”

“Nah,” Bakugo managed, starting to turn his body. “I got it, thanks.” Hina, Bakugo recalled, was just as cheery with his short reply and waved him off as she called after him to seek her out if he needs any assistance. Bakugo found the conference room easily enough, even after years of taking damage to his head in more ways than one, his mind and memory were still sharp. Bakugo knocked twice before hearing a soft Come in, and opened the door to see the Director thumbing through some paperwork before she set it down and welcomed him in with a warm smile.

“Mr. Bakugo, so happy to see you again so soon,” she started, motioning the blonde to take a seat opposite her. “I was just finalizing the schedule for classes you need to participate in regarding this rehabilitation program, as well as what is required by our facility’s standards to ensure our hybrids are entering the right home with the right fit in an adopter. I have sent you an email a moment ago that provides a login for you to watch most of the informational teachings we require via an online classroom where you’d still be in touch with an instructor who will go over the information provided and how it relates to your hybrid ownership as well as the few in-person classes we require here at the facility. I have also arranged for you to join us as we’re hosting an informative event today, so it’ll be good for you to see a variety of our hybrids as well as have time to interact with them and get more of a sense of what we do here as well.”

Bakugo and the Director had an easy chat as she led him down to the other side of the building, where he recalls being last time, where they were holding the informative open house with hybrids, staff and public alike. He already heard a gentle thrum of a musical beat, accompanied by the white noise of people talking before he rounded a corner to see the brightly lit room filled with people and hybrids alike. They door to the outdoor courtyard was also open, the fresh garden air pushing in and comingling with the scent of pastries from a food table a few feet away from the doors. Bakugo swallowed, palms clamming up at the sight of so many people, but as he and the Director walked through the crown, her even stopping to speak to a few people, no one seemed to spare Bakugo more than a lingering glance before their attention was moved back to the original subject. The director bid Bakugo goodbye as she was needed elsewhere in the event, but said he could stick around and engage as much as he liked before setting off.

What felt like an eternity, but after a quick glance at his watch only turned out to be an hour and a half, of Bakugo moving about the room, engaging with the different setups and the information they were providing – he even entered a raffle for prizes he didn’t look closely enough at the list to see – Bakugo found himself with a soft piece of sweet milk bread in his hand as he headed out to the garden to get away from the noise and crowd.

He had just seated himself on a short stone wall, a perfect height for a makeshift bench to lounge on, and taken the first bite of his bread before he felt a small pressure against his back on the lower right side, before he heard a soft sniffling sound. His initial instinct was to blast first, ask questions later but as his palm popped and sparked with the sudden contact on his back he decided just to turn around and intimidate with looks.

What Bakugo didn’t expect was to see you.

You in all your tiny glory compared to him. Soft, plush tail swishing behind you slowly as you continued to nose at his jacket, unknowingly being watched with a quirked brow from the blonde, admiring the soft little points of your ears atop your head – as straight as he had ever seen ears short of those that were cropped – which yours didn’t appear to be. He wanted to reach out and touch them but didn’t want to spook you from... whatever it was that you were doing right now.

It was with one final sniff you decided to look up, tail having picked up to wag at a faster pace before your eyes met his, and instantly your whole body went rigid. Tail frozen, eyes wide.

“M’sorry,” it came out so fast Bakugo almost didn’t register you said a real word, “smelled like Red.”

“Red?” Bakugo parroted, before it hit him. “Big guy, red hair?”

You nodded slowly, wanting to take a step back from the stranger but something about the smell he gave off beneath the familiar scent of Kirishima made you stay close, taking in small huffs of air, Bakugo’s sharp eyes noticing the tiny bunny-like twitches of your nose.

“He’s a friend of mine,” Bakugo wanted to keep this interaction going, for reasons beyond his rationality, he wanted you to stay, “he was at my house this morning so it probably still smells like him a lot, hm?”

“Friend,” you parroted back to him while nodding, a little lost in thought. “TetsuTetsu’s’a friend of Red.”

“You like that annoying wolf, huh?” Bakugo chuckled at the way you gave a comically flat smile with a nod.

“Yeah, kinda decided we were friends before I did,” Bakugo just nodded, carmine eyes watching you closely as he tried to keep his pounding heart under control.

“Sounds like him,” Bakugo muttered with a dry laugh and watched as you hopped up onto the concrete wall next to him before hopping back down onto your feet, you were going between looking at him and the ground as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, tiny little canines poking over in a way that made you look like a little cartoon vampire.

“Can I sniff?” You finally said, and Bakugo’s brain short-circuited for a moment, not expecting that to be what came out of your mouth next. He didn’t fully know what you meant to sniff, but he simply nodded, taking any excuse to extend this meeting. Your tail gave away your emotions as it swished quickly behind you, the air making a soft whooshing noise in the fluffy fur. You stepped forward slowly before you found yourself pressing into Bakugo’s side, nosing along the front of his shift before you hit his armpit, scrunching your nose at the strong musk that surprised you with how pleasant it actually was. Bakugo stayed completely still as he eyed you, watching as you eventually made your way across the top neckline of his shirt, cold nose occasionally touching the skin of his throat, and then you did something unexpected – you picked up his hand and held his palm to your nose as well. “Hm,” was all you said every so often, sometimes quick and concise like you were confirming something, and other times it was a gentle hum like you were trapped in a faraway thought.

“Smelling for bombs, pup?” Bakugo finally broke the silence as you turned his hand over in your own, nosing at his wrist with one final huff. You not catching onto the joke the explosive hero made because you appeared to have zero idea who he was.

“M’not,” you said, plopping yourself down into the grass at Bakugo’s feet as you looked up at him with bright eyes, and a careful smile. “You smell like something I’ve smelled before but I can’t remember what.” Bakugo’s blood pressure nearly skyrocketing when he caught the whispered end of your comment, “smell safe.” He didn’t totally catch on to what you meant by saying that, but the fact you said ‘safe’ as a word synonymous with him, or at least his smell, made his chest puff up a little. The garden courtyard had darkened a little as the sun dipped below the roof, casting long shadows across the grass though you were still plopped in the last chunk of light.

“Should you be back inside with everyone?” Bakugo asked, afraid that him bringing it up would cause you to leave before he was ready but he had nothing else to say that wouldn’t come off totally insane.

“Don’t really like being around so many people,” you said, pulling fistfuls of grass up as you spoke. “Hana said it would be good for progress but if socialization means crowds, I don’t want it.”

“Who’s Hana?” Bakugo questioned.

“Counselor,” you said, “she’s always mine when I come back.” Bakugo stopped in his questioning tracks as that seemingly innocuous sentence hit him. When you come back. You said it so simply, like the regularity of your return was expected at this point for you.

“Do you like coming back?” Bakugo asked, careful to treat in this unknown space with you.

“Ah,” you eyed him sheepishly, before refocusing back on the grass you were gouging up from the ground. “I don’t mind being here because everyone is nice even when I’m not,” he watched the corner of your lips quirk up in a small smile, but your eyes looked so sad. “I would rather just stay here if I'll always end up coming back.”

“Would you give going away another try if it happened?” Carefully.

You eyed him, not with suspicion or anything else, just took in the way he was watching you, the careful tone of his voice. “Red has TetsuTetsu, so he can’t have me.” You said it in such a way that Bakugo was left stunned for a moment before he recognized what you were saying beneath that.

“Would you want to go to a place where you see Red and TetsuTetsu more?” Carefully.

He watched as your brows furrowed, taking in his question for what it was before answering, “mm, that would be nice.”

Bakugo was going to ask one final question before both of your attentions turned to the open facility doors where a staff member was calling out for you.

“There you are, little puppy!” The girl’s sing-songy voice grated in Bakugo’s ears but you just jumped up and dusted yourself off, the girl at the door stating it was time for your dinner, calling to the events end as well. You had turned to watch as Bakugo stood, towering over you.

“Thank you,” you had started your walk back to the door, when Bakugo had called back what you were thanking him for, “for letting me sniff you.”

“Anytime, Pup.” Bakugo’s heart was crashing against his chest wall as he watched you retreat inside, thinking what a weird thing to be thanked for, but the fact that he provided you with something that it seemed you wanted, he was only happy to oblige.

He had made his way inside where the Director was saying goodbyes to some people making their way out, and directing staff to put things away a certain way before he spotted Bakugo and smiled her bright smile at him.

“Mr. Bakugo, glad to see you still here!” She beamed, in between her interaction with Bakugo she was barking out orders like a good leader does. “Did you find anything enlightening at the event?”

“I did,” Bakugo started, telling her all he had done that afternoon, the information that surprised him and even his impromptu raffle entry to which the Director gave a surprised smile. That made Bakugo wonder what the hell he signed up for before he caught sight of a familiar tail walking down a long hallway. “I did want to speak with you, Director,” Bakugo rushed out, nodding his head to get the Director’s attention down the hallway where you and the staff girl from earlier were. “I would like to know more about that hybrid in particular.”