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honeesucker · 1 year

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Prelude -

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

Word count: 2,263

Series Content Warnings: Little bit of a 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).

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Katsuki Bakugo wasn’t a fundamentally nervous person. Sure, even as a Pro Hero in the public spotlight under constant scrutiny and dissection by media outlets and fans alike he experienced a normal amount of anxious awareness, but he wasn’t nervous – not like he is now, with his right leg jumping up and down rapidly, rubber-bottom boot creating a soft squeak that filled up the sterile room of the Musutafu Hero Recuperation Facility. It had been just over a month since the incident that gave him nightmares and left him with such severe hearing damage that he was currently unable to perform even basic hero duties for his agency – which is why he is sat where he is now, waiting. Hoping the next steps are what could get him back out into the city on normal duty than having his medical leave extended.

He was losing his mind being left to himself and his thoughts each day, being told by doctors he needed to be still, and take is easy, and he was only losing his patience each subsequent doctor’s appointment that left him no closer to returning to Pro Hero work.

“Tch,” the blonde ground his teeth as the indignant noise stuck in his throat; he swallowed it down with a harsh gulp. His ears were ringing when the two doctors walked in, eyes unfocused as the room and people in front of him blurred in and out of clarity, everything around him sounded like it was underwater, and he hated it.

“Mr. Bakugo,” the doctor continued, Katsuki refocusing his attention on the man’s words, annoyed and thinking that Mr. Bakugo is my old man, not me... “we have some support specialists working with the latest auditory data set we took from you and they are getting closer to having a solution to get your hearing back to where it was before, and keep it there – even possibly making it better if all goes to plan.”

“In the meantime, it is recommended you follow the strict guidelines for allowing your body to heal itself naturally,” the other spoke. “You need to make sure you’re not exceeding the maximum limit for minimal exertion we’ve placed on your physical activity, so you have a better chance of getting back to your pre-incident status.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki sighed out, tired of hearing this same speech each visit. “Don’t overdo it, give my damn body time to heal – I got it.” The two doctors observed Katsuki with cautious eyes, but simply nodded their acceptance of his understanding. It was as good as it was going to get with him.

“Another suggestion,” one of the two added. “We have provided you with an email detailing a program we’d like you to consider – your colleague Red Riot actually participates and could be a good resource for you if you have any questions about it.”

“Please take a look when you have a moment and consider this a strong suggestion for helping you progress further in your treatment,” Katsuki eyed the two, irritated at the vagueness of the conversation, but swallowed down his disagreement and simply nodded.

“Yeah sure,” his chair slid back with a jarring scrape as he stood, moving toward the door to leave, “I’ll read your damn email, but I want progress updates from the support nerds.” He didn’t wait to hear their reply as he pushed through the door and hurried down the hall. He hated hospitals, hated the itch of memory in the back of his mind at the sterilized smell that gave him goosebumps and had him picking up the pace to rush out the side exit before heading to the sidewalk to wait for his friend to come get him after he shot him a text that he was all wrapped up. Another annoying outcome from the accident and the resulting toll on his body – he couldn’t drive himself as it was deemed too unsafe for him.

Bullshit.

“Hey Bakubro!” Katsuki’s eyes snapped toward the boisterous voice, seeing his red-headed friend waving his arm out the passenger window of his car. Katsuki ripped the door open and sunk into the passenger seat, Kirishima avoided asking how this appointment went the second he saw Katsuki’s demeanor. The two men drove in silence on the way to Katsuki’s apartment when the silence was cut.

“Doctors mentioned an email they sent me about this program,” Katsuki tested the water, being unsure what the program his doctors suggested he partake in he wasn’t sure if it was good to bring up with Kirishima at this moment. “They mentioned you’ve taken part in it before... Was curious what it’s all about,” Katsuki wouldn’t add the unspoken because I trust your opinion, but he knew Kirishima knew him and his nuances better than anyone since they’ve been side by side since UA.

“Program...?” Kirishima wracked his brain for a few minutes until it clicked.

The Hybrid Rehabilitation Foster Program.

A program that matches people with hybrids who have been rescued from inhumane circumstances with a person who needs support in their healing journey, and who is believed will benefit from focusing more on rehabilitating another which has been shown to have equally beneficial results with the healing person themselves. Kirishima had first taken part in the program after he was put on medical leave due to a villain fight that nearly left him dead – his body and his mind took almost a full year to heal, and he nearly gave up entirely. On Pro Hero work, on himself... on life. His doctors had mentioned the program and Kirishima wasn’t sure at first – how would he be able to provide a good home to someone who needed stability and support when he could barely pull himself out of bed? He got matched with a wolf hybrid, TetsuTetsu, who had been rescued from an underground fighting ring, having to kill other hybrids just to be able to get locked in a cage alive for another day. TetsuTetsu was surprisingly positive and open for someone who had gone through what he did, but he still had issues – Kirishima slowly helped break him of his more undesirable reactivity and in return TetsuTetsu gave Kirishima a reason to get up every day, make food, go for walks... talk about things that weighed on him, and before he knew it, he was making strides rebuilding his strength with his new training partner. Kirishima still had TetsuTetsu living with him, and Katsuki had met him several times now, but Kirishima never divulged how their relationship came to be – just alluded to him adopting a hybrid in need.

“Yeah! If it’s the one I’m thinking about it’s a pretty great program,” Kirishima finally spoke. “It’s a rehabilitation program for hybrids who were rescued from bad situations. They place them with a person who they feel would benefit from having something to care for while working on their own journey too.”

“Tch,” Katsuki snorted out, “sounds like a pain in the ass waste of time.”

“It’s how I adopted TetsuTetsu,” Kirishima stated out loud for the first time to his friend. Katsuki noted the stiff body language from his friend, knuckles white as they gripped the steering wheel. “When I was out on leave for that year after...” Kirishima couldn’t finish the thought, the memory still a sore spot. “I was out on leave, and it got bad dude. I really came close to just giving up.” Katsuki had seen his friend in a lot of lights, weak and strong – but Kirishima never revealed what happened after that incident that left him injured when he was on leave for that year. Never thought for a second his life came so close to not having that shitty red hair and sharky smile in it, never thought he’d ever have that brotherhood bond ripped from him. Katsuki swallowed hard, the lump in his throat the size of a boulder.

“That bad, huh?” Kirishima just flashed a half-smile, watching his friend shift uncomfortably in the seat.

“Yeah,” Kirishima sighed, “it got pretty bad. I was against the idea at first, not thinking I could take care of someone when I couldn’t do it myself but it’s amazing how your mind overrides itself to keep going for someone else... and having TetsuTetsu around really helped me get back on track to be back where I am now.”

Katsuki had been chewing on the inside of his cheek, eyes narrowed into a concentrated death stare before he noticed that they were parked in front of his apartment building. “I do like that annoying rockhead,” Katsuki finally said. Kirishima just laughed and gave a gentle punch to his friend’s shoulder.

“Just think about it dude,” Kirishima smiled, seeing the cogs turning in Bakugo’s head. “They provide a link to the rescue sight so you can see some of the hybrids they have in their facility right now – and look into next steps if you end up going that route...” Bakugo had stepped out of the car listening to his friends, and before shutting the door with a quick Later, dude Kirishima added - “it’s worth it Bakugo.”

Slam.

Kirishima just laughed, watching Bakugo enter his building before pulling away to head back home. Intending to text Bakugo later to see where his head is at and see if he wants to talk more in depth about the program.

Bakugo made his way up to his apartment – opening the door and stepping into the genkan to slip out of his boots and into his bright crimson and black Red Riot house slippers – a joke gift from his friend but functional enough that Bakugo didn’t mind replacing his old ones with them. He’d never outwardly admit it but he had a love for sentimentality even when it made him uncomfortable, and Kirishima always had such a shit eating grin on his face when he came over to Bakugo’s house and saw them still being used.

Bakugo’s apartment was wide open, a minimalistic space with deep chocolate colored wood laminate flooring and a traditional shoji style wall, some actual shoji, and some just styled in a more traditional way with wallpaper and wood accents. The whole living room wall facing out toward Musutafu was made up of large windows that lead to a fairly decently sized balcony with a bonfire and patio set, and down a short hallway was the spare room that currently housed his office where he could complete some more of the menial work from home, and a pull-out couch for guests. His bedroom was an equally large, open space but housed a King-sized bed with plush comforters and pillows, a wall dedicated to All Might memorabilia he collected since he was a child and was connected to a luxury bathroom with a deep tub and natural rock wall shower that doubled as a steam room.

Bakugo took his time getting showered, changed into loungewear and set to work through some of his most recent light work assignments, and finally his emails where one caught his eye immediately.

Musutafu Hybrid Rehabilitation Foster Program, LLC <[email protected]>

To: Bakugo, Katsuki <[email protected]>

Tue, Nov 8 at 10:26 AM

Hello Katsuki Bakugo,

Congratulations! You have been extended a conditional offer of consideration for adoption as a part of the Hybrid Rehabilitation Program per a request from your medical team at the Musutafu Hero Recuperation Facility. Please note that this adoption offer is contingent upon the completion of the necessary online paperwork and tasks, as well as your attendance to the required hybrid informational seminars prior to the adoption process. Additionally, your offer may be contingent on screening results (e.g., background check, reference check), as applicable for the adoption.

In advance of you coming to the facility, please follow the link below to complete required paperwork and tasks as stated above. You will also be redirected to our facilities availability calendar to choose a day to come in and tour the facility, speak with staff and begin the introduction process at your convenience.

Thank you for your cooperation. If you have any questions, please feel free to contact the facility and ask to speak to the Managing Director.

Best regards,

The M.H.R.F.P. Team

Bakugo stared at his computer screen for the longest time before deciding to click on the hyperlink that led him to the rescue facilities website. He was on autopilot as he filled out all of the personal information, required questions (both information-gathering and personal) and even wrote in his concerns in a concise manner in a provided box for additional comments before hitting submit and staring as the screen buffered with a loading wheel until it finally read ‘Thank you! A member of our staff will be contacting you shortly to confirm your appointment date!’ He didn’t know why he easily accepted this opportunity despite his growing hesitation, again unsure that he could or should be seeking to take care of something else when he could barely manage to care about himself beyond pushing himself into getting back to his normal Hero work... but a nagging feeling at the back of his mind told him this was something worth checking out.

“Hell, if shitty Broomhead can do this program then so can I,” he finally said, shutting his laptop and heading toward his bedroom to sleep.

Underneath the plush covers, in the darkness of his room, Bakugo drifted off into a dream of what awaited him upon meeting a hybrid.

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artistrashofmine · 1 year

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Supervillian BloodRiot and Prohero Dynamight have a complicated relationship- both on and off work, if you know what I mean!

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero acadamia #kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #bnha kirishima #bnha bakugou #Kirishima Eijirou #dynamight #blood riot #villian kirishima #prohero bakugou #bnha fanart #kirishima fanart #bakugou fanart #kiribaku fanart #beefy kirishima #hoh bakugou

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trexinspace · 11 months

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: kiribaku - Relationship, bakushima - Relationship Additional Tags: kiribaku, TV interview, Bakugou comes out on tv, married, Kiribaku married, pro heroes, Comedy Summary:

For now, they settled for being officially fiancées. Both men would call the other their husband on occasion, though. It sounded more formal. And Eijiro was a huge sap who loved to make a big deal out of it.

“Sorry, I can’t come. I have a dinner reservation with my husband!” “Oh, yeah, my husband adores anything spicy.” “My husband actually took me hiking this one time-“ “My husband was looking into adopting dogs recently, and we’d love to find a shelter locally!”

Somehow that sappy crap still made Katsuki’s heart flutter. Eijiro was better with dealing with the media, and he often had interviews. He had taken pride in being Japan’s first openly gay hero, and he often talked about his ‘husband’, without name dropping in order to protect Katsuki’s identity.

#kiribaku #bakushima #Bakugou #Kirishima #Kirishima x Bakugou #oneshot #proheroes #red riot #dynamight #pro hero bakugou #pro hero kirishima #adult kiribaku

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yanderenightmare · 4 months

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gglitch1dd · 1 year

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Rent a Dam

Hey yall, I just wanted to share the first chapter of a very successful fic of mine on AO3 called Rent a Dam.

Note: OMEGAVERSE, 'Dam' is the genderneutral term for the birth mother of a child in ABO world that I use, ALPHA X ALPHA X OMEGA pairing. POLYAMORY. Kiribaku are MARRIED so expect intimacy there. Reader is kept genderneutral but is referred to as a femme (all Omegas or fem betas).

Kirishima and Bakugou are an Alpha couple which comes with its own challenges, but what they desperately want, are pups. Pups to have and call their own. To raise and watch grow. And the only way for them to get that, is through you. An Omega who is more than willing to help them.

“As you know, Bakugo-san and Kirishima-san, we handpick our Omegas based on their fertility and mother skills. Only the best Omegas are allowed to be part of our program and to be chosen as suitable birth mothers and surrogates.” Mrs. Kubota explained as she sat on her cushioned chair in her office.

The two Alphas that sat opposite her on another softly cushioned couch both faced her, quiet. Kirishima leaned back against the back of the couch, nodding his head ever so often as he listened to her. His long hair was tied back in a ponytail as to get out of his face. Bakugou however had his arms folded as he sat up straight. His gaze was harsh and intimidating but he was open to whatever she had to say- or at least he was trying to be. The Agency ‘New Chances’ was one of the only agencies in the surrogate and birth mother business that met their needs as well as was eager to work with two Alpha males.

Mrs. Kubota continued. “So our Omegas won’t be a problem at all. They have been trained in childcare, know basic lifesaving and know exactly what to expect during this process. Now...” She put her hands together. “Then comes the topic of your careers.” She spoke. Both Alphas knew this conversation was going to happen either way, but it didn’t make it any easier to have to tackle. Mrs. Kubota picked up their file and opened it on her lap. “Now we are honoured to be able to cater for such prestigious individuals such as yourselves, but we have to be concerned for our Omegas. As we understand it, you are both high ranked ProHeroes. You are constantly faced with life and death scenarios every day. We worry about this stress being put onto the Dam of your choice as well as fear of the both of you being away. Pregnancy for Omegas is a very intimate time which needs a lot of catering for.”

Kirishima looked to Bakugou if he should answer but the blond lifted his hand, indicating that he would do so. “We have it all sorted. We plan on alternating weeks until we go on parental leave during the third trimester.” He revealed to her.

Mrs. Kubota clapped her hands with a bright smile. “Wonderful. That will do splendidly.” She closed their file. “Now...” She reached over to the side to get a pile of envelopes. “Here are a few candidates we recommend based off of your profile. They understand and are easily adaptable especially for your hero work.” She placed the envelopes on the table in front of them. “Call me once you’ve made a decision.” She told them. She stood up and left the room.

The two of them were left in a warm sunny room that was made to put everyone in it at ease. It had windows that overlooked the city as well as soft items and comfortable chairs. Everything was designed and put to ensure that everything that happened in the room happened without any hostility.

Kirishima leaned forward grabbing a few of the files in his hands and placing them on his lap. He opened the first one, sniffing inside it. The scents of the Omegas were placed inside with a little handkerchief. He sniffed it some more. “How about this one?” He passed it to Bakugou.

Bakugou took one whiff of it before instantly pushing it away from him. “Way too sweet. Smells like a sugar coma.”

Kirishima chuckled as he worked open the next one. “This one?”

Bakugou didn’t even have to put it too close to his nose before almost retching. He covered his nose instantly. He snatched the envelope out of Kirishima’s hands and closed it before throwing it to the other couch. He stared daggers at it. “Smells like death.”

Kirishima shook his head. “Come on Katsuki. Every Omega we’ve ever tried to date, you always have some problem with them.” He spoke truthfully as he opened one that he didn’t find unsettling. He pulled the document out, looking over their profile. “This one smells too sweet, that one’s too small, this one’s too docile, the other one’s too feisty.” He shook his head. He passed the document over to Bakugou to look through. “How are we ever going to find the one that’s for us if you keep pushing everyone away without a fair chance.

Bakugou’s crimson eyes looked over the white document. His eyebrows furrowed. “I hate golf.” He shoved it back in its envelope. Kirishima rolled his eyes at his partner. “Look Eijiro, maybe an Omega just isn’t for us. That’s why we are here.” He looked over to the redhead. “We aren’t looking for a mate. All we want from this transaction are pups. A litter. That is all.”

Kirishima frowned as he scrunched up his face but he nodded.

When they were both in high school Kirishima had developed a crush on Bakugou. Now at first, he thought it was just his admiration for the guy. Bakugou was just someone you would admire. His strength, looks, ambition and courage. Bakugou was someone people strived to be like. One of the other things were Bakugou was pretty. Absolutely beautiful in a non-Alpha like way. With a body that slowly developed into having a broad heavy chest, slim waist, piercing eyes and hypnotizing legs, he was the envy and want of anyone with eyes. The only problem Kirishima had was that Bakugou was an Alpha.

And Alphas didn’t normally mate with other Alphas.

Now it wasn’t as though Kirishima didn’t like femmes. He was attracted to anyone he couldn’t help himself being attracted to, but with Bakugou it was different. Especially because Bakugou was his best friend. Kirishima also knew that Bakugou didn’t like anyone and never talked about femmes or mascs or anyone in general. Bakugou just wasn’t the type to seem to like romantic interactions, let alone friendly ones.

It was by pure mistake that the two started courting. There was a festival outside of the city and the two of them went along with some other classmates but got separated. Isolated and finding a place to watch the fireworks away from others, the two of them were alone. Kirishima couldn’t help himself. With the light of the fireworks in the dark sky shining on the blond’s face he couldn’t help but stare and fantasize. The next thing the two of them knew, their lips were against each other and suddenly they were kissing. Kirishima pulled back, head fuzzy and slightly dazed. Bakugou was speechless, his face red and his eyes wider than normal as he stared up at Kirishima. Realizing what he had done, Kirishima took a step back. “Oh my... Katsuki. I’m so sorry. I didn’t- I... we...”

Bakugou was silent for the most part not having expected it nor knowing what to do in such a situation. Unlike a lot of his classmates, he had never experienced an romantic relationship at all. Hell, that was his first kiss. He went through ruts of course and knew as much as the next Alpha but still. Bakugou’s eyebrows furrowed before looking away from Kirishima. “If you wanted to kiss me... you could have just asked.” He muttered quietly, his cheeks heating up more and contrasting with the cool air of night.

Kirishima’s eye went wide as he looked down at Bakugou. “I... I thought... you like Alphas?” He tried quietly.

Bakugou’s face scrunched up. “I...” He started. “I don’t know but...” He looked over to Kirishima hesitantly. “I do like you.” He muttered, trying not to seem weak as his eyebrows furrowed. Kirishima’s eyes widened as he stared down at Bakugou with wide eyes. Bakugou tsked at the look on Kirishima’s face. He shook his head. “What? I thought you were into the whole pretty Omegas with their sweet scents and round bodies.”

“I mean yah but...” Kirishima took Bakugou’s hand softly. His large hand wrapping around his gently and carefully. Bakugou froze for a moment. He looked down and then back up at Kirishima. Kirishima smiled over at Bakugou. “I do like you.”

And they went off from there. Yah, it was hard being an Alpha couples. They received some backlash from the media and from some people, but now a days it was a more accepted thing (same dynamic relationships). They had developed a sort of exchange of their own. They had found a way to make it work. Two Alphas. Alphas that run on strength, aggression and power. They made it work and made a relationship that would work.

The only issue is now, they felt like they needed something more. There was only so much one could satisfy their Alphas. Now their hearts ached for a family. Coming home to little pattering feet and bright smiles. They wanted pups. They wanted something to protect and call their own.

But Alphas couldn’t have pups. They couldn’t reproduce on their own. Which was why they needed an Omega. It was why they needed someone else.

Bakugou grabbed an envelope off the counter and tore it open. He started to mutter annoyed. “How hard is it to choose one Omega.” He grumbled to himself. Before Bakugou could continue in his grumbling, he paused. The scent that came from the envelope he opened didn’t set him off. It didn’t annoy him or make his nose itch. It was calming. It made him calm. It wasn’t so strong and yet it still called to him like a siren. Bakugou’s pupils expanded at the smell as he looked down into the envelope.

He sniffed into the envelope, a little more eagerly. He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head. Bakugou reached inside the envelope and felt for the soft handkerchief. He pulled it out of the envelope and brought it closer to him. The scent that came from it stirred something in his Alpha almost instantly. It shook him in a way he had never been shaken instantly by an Omega’s scent before. It wasn’t sickeningly sweet but it also wasn’t plain. It was comforting and lulled him almost. His Alpha seemed to be in agreement, eager for this choice.

The scent would go so well with his and Eijiro’s. Perfect for pups. Perfect for mate.

“Hey Eij...” He let out quietly. Kirishima hummed turning his attention back to Bakugou. The blond was focused down on a handkerchief in his hand. He seemed so focused on it as if it was some sort of puzzle. “Tell me what you think about this one.” He carefully offered it up to Kirishima.

Before Kirishima could even brush his fingers on the soft material, he smelt it. His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He took the handkerchief and raised it closer to his face to smell. He closed his eyes. It reminded him of the first time he smelt Bakugou’s scent. It gave him the same feeling. Something strange that he couldn’t put a word to. A longing? A need? He wasn’t sure but he liked it. It gave him a similar feeling of unity. Of family.

Kirishima opened his eyes, his pupils wider than they were as he looked down at the soft piece of silk in his hands. “I swear Katsuki, if you say you hate this one-”

“No, that’s why I asked you.” Bakugou replied, calmer than he expected himself to. He looked between his redheaded partner and down at the cloth. His eyebrows furrowed. He took out the piece of paper from the envelope to read what was on it.

Kirishima moved closer to sit next to the blond to see what was on it. “Y/N...” He whispered out the name on the paper.

On it was a picture of you. A great picture. One with a soft smile on your face to match your scent. The document held all they needed to know about you. Your birthday, your education, credentials, likes and dislikes, your last heat as well as the number of litters you had so far.

Zero.

Kirishima looked to his blond partner eagerly. “I think they’re it.” He stated simply.

Bakugou was quiet. He didn’t have anything bad to say about your profile, which was a surprise to him. He could always find something to say about anyone. He frowned. With a soft annoyed growl at how clueless he was starting to feel, he tsked. “Fine.” He folded his arms and motioned for Kirishima to go to the door. “Go tell the old bat of our choice.”

Handing the handkerchief over to Bakugou, Kirishima stood up and went to the door. Bakugou turned his head to look out the window down at the busy city. Of all went successfully, you would be moving in with them in a few day. If all went successfully, they would have pups in over a year. Bakugou spaced out for a moment, not focusing on anything specific.

“Katsuki.” Bakugou blinked as he turned his attention back to Kirishima. The redheaded Alpha came to sit back down where he was previously. He carefully took Bakugou’s hands, his expression soft as he looked down at him. “It’s going to be okay Kats.” He assured the blond. Bakugou’s shoulders lowered slightly as he released a breath. He closed his vermillion eyes. Kirishima chuckled bringing a hand to Bakugou’s cheek. He placed a kiss on his forehead and then rested their foreheads against each other. “I know you’re worried and a bit fearful but there’s nothing you have worry about Kats.” He assured Bakugou quietly.

Bakugou looked up at the large Alpha in front of him. His smile of sharp teeth and soft candy apple eyes shining brightly like they always did. Bakugou couldn’t help the small smile that went to his face. “Okay.” He nodded.

Kirishima leaned back, keeping an arm wrapped around Bakugou’s shoulders. “Also, don’t look at them as though you’re plotting murder.” He advised. “We don’t want to scare them off.”

Bakugou turned to Kirishima with an offended look. “I don’t look that way!” Kirishima raised an eyebrow with a single glance. Bakugou hesitated to respond. He folded his arms over his chest and tsked. “It’s not my fault that people misinterpret my facial expressions.” He defended himself.

Suddenly, the door opened. Walking into the room was Mrs Kubota, followed by you. You had a sweet smile on your face, following the Beta woman. Instantly, you had all of Kirishima and Bakugou’s attention. You smelled just like your handkerchief, but better because you carried your scent with you. You didn’t seem nervous, especially when you noticed two Alphas in the room instead of a typical fem-masc couple.

Mrs Kubota motioned for you to sit down where she previously was seated, but you waited a moment. You faced the two of them. “Good morning, it’s great to meet you.” You greeted, then you sat down.

Mrs Kubota nodded her head to you in approval before turning her attention to the two Alpha ProHeroes who had none of their attention towards her. She found that just perfect. “Gentlemen...” She placed her hands on your shoulders. “This is Y/N. They are to be the birth-dam of your choice, correct?” She asked.

Both Alphas looked at you for a long moment. They didn’t say anything, but they kept their eyes on you and your entire being. The blond had his piercing crimson eyes, that of a deep blood and of the most aged wines. He looked at you as if he could see right through you. As if your whole being was no match for his gaze. However, the redhead next to him, even though he was so large and a bit intimidating, had the softest eyes that looked at you as if you were a new chance, a new possibility for greatness. His eyes weren’t like the blond’s eyes. His were a soft candy apple red. Sweet and had almost a hue of pink to them, but so unnoticeably that it was still red.

The both of them looked at one another, before turning back forward and nodding their heads. Mrs Kubota smiled. “Wonderful. Y/N...” You looked up at her. “This is Kirishima Eijiro and Bakugou Katsuki. The Alpha couple that you will become a birth-dam for.” She informed you. She looked up to the two Alphas. “They will move in with you in a week’s time.”

***

Bakugou stood in the doorway of a room. It was empty. Untouched since they had the whole house built, but at the same time it seemed to hold so much possibility. It was one of the many rooms that were yet to be filled and yet he couldn’t help but find it pleasant knowing that it wouldn’t be long till it was. He closed the door to the room, closing it off for now. He turned around and walked over to the other side of the second floor.

He was heading to the more lived in area, where his and Kirishima’s room was. Turning to a door to the right, he opened the room inside, stepping in. The nesting room was done to perfection. Boxes of your nesting material was in one corner of the room, untouched, unopened and waiting for you. The rest of the room was brightly lit with heavy curtains by the windows. There was a window ceil at the end of the room, a door to an in-suite bathroom and to top it all off in the middle of the room was a huge floor bed with tons of nesting material piled on top of it. Neither Bakugou nor Kirishima knew what exactly you would need so they just bought a whole lot of everything hoping to know through time.

Bakugou looked over the room one more time. It was clean of any spec of dust or dirt. He made sure that nothing would trigger you here. He also knew that this would be one of the few times he would actually get to be in the room before you move in and until you invite him and Kirishima inside.

Satisfied with the room, he turned to head back downstairs. His hand was on the rail as he descended to the first floor. Waiting for you to arrive, he went to the kitchen, snacks already prepared for you if you were hungry. As he looked over the kitchen table, he fiddled with the silver wedding ring on his finger. He breathed out a heavy breath as he closed his eyes, putting his hands on the white counter.

He wished Kirishima was here and that the redhead didn’t have had to go to work today. They were going to spend the next week off work and here with you while you settled in, but Kirishima had left early to finish some last paperwork left for them before you came around. Kirishima was always the better one out of the two of them when it came to dealing with Omegas. Bakugou was worried that he would mess up. That it wouldn’t end up the way they wanted it to be.

But he didn’t have much time to think about it since the doorbell rang.

Instantly he straightened up, red crimson eyes looking back to the door. He took out his phone as he walked to the front door.

Katsuki: They’re here

Bakugou stood on the other side of the door for a moment, his hand resting on the doorhandle. The moment he opened the door was the moment that it wouldn’t just be him and Kirishima. Even though this arrangement wasn’t permanent, even though your role was just to give them pups and nothing more, you would be with them. You would be a member of their household and someone they would have to look after and protect with their lives.

There was no going back on this.

With a deep breath, he opened the door.

Standing there holding a duffle bag was you. You had a bright smile on your face as you stood next to Mrs Kubota. Mrs K looked to Bakugou and you both bowed to him in greeting. “Good morning, Mr Bakugou.” She greeted him first. “Here I have brought you, Y/N.” She told him with a kind smile. She motioned to you who seemed rather relaxed for this whole situation. “Take good care of them for me.” She told him. Bakugou nodded his head. “Of course.” He told her sincerely.

“Great.” Mrs Kubota placed a hand on your shoulder, taking your attention. “Be good, dear. Report in regularly and don’t hesitate to call if there are any problems. Alright?”

You nodded your head. “Yes ma’am.”

“Good.” With a final wave, Mrs Kubota walked back to the black car that brought the both of you out here.

You turned your head to look back to the blond. Bakugou towered over you easily, his eyes just as intense as when you first met him. He looked back down at you for a moment, not saying or doing anything.

He was much taller than you thought he would be and very good looking too. The scent he seemed to carry around him was something savoury and yet sweet. Caramel and smoke, with something like cinnamon undertones. It was a strange scent for an Alpha, but it suited him. His big build clearly showed all the hero work he must do, yet somehow, he remained slender through it all.

Bakugou felt his phone vibrate in his pocket, which finally helped him snap out of it. He stepped to the side, allowing you through to get inside. You bowed your head in gratitude as you walked past him.

The house was extravagant, but it had a soft homely feel to it. As you saw from the outside, it stretched out and was huge but, on the inside, it seems all rather spaced out and airy which was nice. You looked around with wide eyes at it all. The clean home that awaited you and would now be your place of residence for over a year.

As you took off your shoes, replacing them with slippers, Bakugou pulled out his phone to look at the message he received.

Eijiro: Great! Do your best Kats. I’ll be there soon.

Eijiro: 😘😜

Bakugou rolled his eyes but smiled slightly. He put his phone away as he watched you look around the house with wide eyes. Bakugou then realized that he hadn’t taken your bag yet. He internally hit his forehead. Quickly, the blond walked past you, taking your bag off your shoulder without difficulty. You looked at him surprised but you gave him a grateful smile. “Thank you. You have a beautiful home, sir.” You complimented him.

Bakugou stopped walking, gripping the strap of your bag. He looked back to you with a raised eyebrow. “Thank you. Also, don’t call me that.”

You nodded. “Alright, Dynamight.”

“Don’t call me that either... unless I’m in my hero costume.”

“Alright, Bakugou-san.”

Bakugou paused and sighed heavily in dismay. He tried to remember what he had learnt over the years. He can’t always shout whenever he’s annoyed or angry. Bakugou turned around fully to face you, one hand in his pocket, the other holding your bag. “Bakugou and Kirishima is fine, if that is what makes you comfortable. No need to add the honorific. We wish not for there to be any unnecessary distance between us.”

You understood what he was trying to tell you. You were going to be staying here for a while and being close to them is a necessity in pup development too. You nodded your head. “Of course. I completely understand.”

Bakugou just looked at you hard for a moment before turning back around, walking deeper in the house. “Are you hungry?” He asked you.

“No, but thank you for asking.”

He just let out a hum as he walked over to a staircase. You watched him for a moment as he started climbing the stairs. The Alpha paused, noticing that you weren’t following him. He turned his head to look back at you. “Waiting for an invitation, cupcake?” He asked. You quickly scrambled to follow him as he continued his ascension up the stairs. He turned left. Going down a short corridor, he opened a door. “You’ll be staying with Eijiro and I.” He informed you, allowing you into the room first.

The room was wide and open, with a huge bed to the right. There were soft cushioned chairs here and there with a fireplace too. You noticed two doors. One led into a bathroom, the other seemed to be a closet. Once again you were left with a gawking expression as you walked inside, Bakugou following behind you. Bakugou walked into the closet putting your duffel bag on a little cushioned cube before walking back out off the closet. He motioned for you to follow him as he exited the room.

He walked to another room just opposite the master bedroom. He opened it but this time, stayed in the doorway, allowing you to see a nesting room. You looked around with wide eyes, your gaze instantly catching on your nesting items untouched to the side.

Bakugou leaned against the doorway. “You’ll be nesting in here.”

“I don’t have a choice?” You asked turning to him. Instantly the blond stiffened, seemingly not having thought about you might not liking the room. You chuckled, waving a hand down. “I’m joking. It’s perfect, thank you for the nesting room.” You told him genuinely.

The blond Alpha scowled with a grunt, clearly not happy with your little joke. It just made you chuckle to yourself. Since this room was the one room you were in that smelt neutral it felt like a fresh start to you, which meant that you felt like nesting. Like an itch at the back of your mind you needed to scratch. “Can I nest for a bit?” You motioned around you to the room. “To get the whole room settled and everything?” You asked him.

Bakugou hadn’t thought you would want to nest immediately, he thought he would at least get the tour done, but it would be best to let you get settled in your own way and relaxed than forcing you to do something else. Besides, he didn’t want a throw a spanner into things when you were feeling comfortable to nest in the room. If anything, it made his Alpha perk up in a pride knowing that you were okay nesting so quickly. Even if it was more for you then for them.

He nodded his head. “Of course. I’ll be downstairs if you need anything. Just call.” He closed the door to the room, leaving you alone.

“Honey, I’m home!” Kirishima opened the door, as he came back from work. The smell of food cooking greeted him more than welcomingly. Taking off his shoes and closing the door, Kirishima was more than happy to be home, especially knowing that you were now here. It was something that he was looking forward to through his day, but at the same time, made his day longer.

Kirishima walked to the kitchen, the blond Alpha already standing in the kitchen cooking something masterful no doubt. “Sorry I’m late. The UA interns needed to be taken back to UA after helping out in a bank robbery. All that paperwork is no joke.” He walked over to Bakugou who was facing the stove, he wrapped his arms around the blond’s slender waist and placed his head on top of his. Feeling that his mate was truly back Bakugou relaxed against Kirishima’s big frame with a breath making Kirishima chuckle. Kirishima placed a kiss to his head. “Omega driving you up the walls?” He asked.

“They haven’t come out.” Kirishima gave him a confused look as he tilted his head. Bakugou, feeling satisfied, switched off the stoves and turned around to face Kirishima. He folded his arms with his brow furrowed. He motioned upstairs. “They’ve been nesting the whole afternoon.” He told him.

Kirishima perked up at this. Then a broad smile went to his face at the news. “Well, that’s amazing.” He said truthfully. “I didn’t expect them to nest on the first day.” He said truthfully.

“Yah, well now they haven’t left the room and I don’t know what to do.” Bakugou threw his hand up in the air in exasperation.

“Wait…” Kirishima closed his eyes for a moment as he tried to think. “So, you haven’t checked in on them since?” He asked the blond Alpha. Bakugou opened his mouth, but he hesitated. He grimaced at the realization that he sort of just left you to do whatever you wanted upstairs. Kirishima looked at him in amusement and disbelief. He shook his head. “Come on Katsuki.” He turned around, heading out the kitchen.

“But Eij,” Bakugou quickly double checked on all the stoves and the oven, before following the giant redhead in his pursuit in finding you. He easily caught up to Kirishima who had already reached the stairs. “We can’t just enter their nesting room.”

“I never said we will. All I’m saying is we check in on them.” Kirishima told him simply. Bakugou still had a confused look on his face as the two ascended the stairs. Kirishima thought best to trying to explain why this was important. “Remember Kats, them nesting is them creating a place where they can feel safe, especially now that they’re living in an unknown place with unknown Alphas for who knows how long.” Kirishima motioned to the both of them. “So, us checking in on them and making sure that they are okay, will show that we care about their well-being and their nest even if they don’t show it to us ever.”

Bakugou furrowed his eyebrows as they finally reached the second floor. He let out a grunt as he looked off to the side. “I don’t see why it has to take so long to build a nest.”

“Nesting is an art.”

“It’s something, alright.” They found themselves standing outside the front door. Kirishima motioned for Bakugou to knock. Bakugou looked at Kirishima as if he was crazy. “What? Why me?”

“Katsuki, it’s a wooden door.” He stated simply. “I’ve seen you blast open two-inch steel enforced doors open with a single blow, are you really going to not knock because of a single Omega on the other side?” He asked with an amused raised eyebrow. Bakugou huffed as he crossed his arms looking away from Kirishima. Kirishima let out a chuckle at the blond Alpha’s behaviour. He knocked on the door.

“Just a second!” They heard from the other side. Kirishima gave Bakugou a pointed look. Bakugou ignored him. Before either of them could say anything, the door opened just enough for you to poke your head through without showing your nest or anything inside. Your eyes widened at the ginormous redhead. Bakugou already towered over you easily but with Kirishima standing here he made even him seem smaller. Kirishima was around a good five inches taller than Bakugou. He had a broad sharp toothed smile on his face but what really got you was the eyes. The eyes you saw a few days ago. The ones filled with kindness and good intent. You smiled matching his broad grin. “Afternoon big guy! It’s good to see you.”

Kirishima was like an excited puppy as he looked to Bakugou with wider eyes at the nickname. It only made the blond roll his eyes. Kirishima then looked back to you. “Its great to see you too. Are you doing okay? We wanted to check in on you since dinner is right about ready.”

“It is?” You asked with a high raised eyebrow. You scratched the side of your head in shock. “Have I been stuck here for so long?” You asked.

“Yes. Yes, you have.” Bakugou answered you bluntly.

You chuckled not thinking much of Bakugou’s attitude as you switched off the lights to the room. “Sorry Bakugou, I kind of just left you all alone. I’m sorry.” You apologised with a soft smile.

The blond Alpha looked at you a bit taken a back before letting out a soft growl. Not at you, but at the fact that he had allowed himself to let you apologise when you had done nothing wrong. He looked away from you. “Don’t apologise, idiot. It’s fine. You did nothing wrong. If you want to fucking nest, then nest. Be my guest.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes. “As you can see here, Katsuki isn’t the best at communication, but he tries.” Bakugou opened his mouth to say something to Kirishima, but the giant redhead just kissed his forehead, instantly making all the words the blond Alpha had to say, evaporate. You watched slowly as his face turned pink as he just turned around fully, huffing as he grumbled. You couldn’t help but giggle at him. He was rather cute. Like a cute angry puppy. Kirishima smiled before turning to you. Seeing as you were not uncomfortable with see them be affectionate towards each other, he saw it as a good sign. “How about you come down for dinner? Kats is an amazing cook.”

“Sure thing! I can’t wait to taste.” You smiled as you closed the door, following them downstairs.

-Glitch1d

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Flowers and flames

Prohero!Shoto Todoroki x Florist!Reader Boku no hero academia

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: You never planned on having a reunion with your ex boyfriend, and never in a million years you thought it would be in a victim-pro hero situation.

Warnings: Language, robbery, flower quirk reader, bad written drama, fire, kiribaku, and fluff? Idk.

A/N: Funny story is I started it LONG ago, like, season 4 was barely our and all, and I havent kept on watching the show so this is written as far as my knowledge goes, idk if anybody is dead, so im sorry there, literally publishing this like 3 years after but who cares.

In some cases, just sometimes, they were the right person, they were the one you were meant to be with for the rest of your life, the one whose arms ressemble a home, a safe place where nothing could keep on haunting you and your heart flutters, finally relaxing in happiness. They are, indeed, your soulmate.

Still, even if they are the most amazing person you've ever met, even if they are the one, in cases the timing makes you thing otherwise, that they were not what your heart made you think and they get away, the path of their life no longer colliding with yours in the way it did before. They are not longer your life, your everything, they are just strangers again, stranger with memories.

And it hurts at the beginning, the light in your chest is deemed away, the days take longer to pass by, the time stops but... not in the good way, time seems to be stuck in the middle of everything and nothing, giving eternal seconds to your heartbreak to eat you alive and tear, piece by piece, the strings that connected you to your will of living.

It all seems to be like a never ending snowstorm.

But now, winter has passed, your heart was alive again, your memories were tossed to the back of your brain as you welcomed a new light in your life: you were staring to love again but this time, yourself.

A bit more than six years have gone by since that realtionship ended. Around two thousand, two hundred a fifty days of your emotional healing process. The sun shining behind the tall building, just about in the angle that provided the earth with some beautiful orange hues of light that gave everything around you a little bit more of life.

You were alive, you were breathing, you were happy, and you were relieved.

Your work at the flower shop just ended, closing time making its way around. Just ten more minutes and then you could go back home. It had been a busy but provechous day, since August is the month with the most birthdays the amount of bouquet orders this month have been insane. Your hands have crafted a ton of bouquets today, all kind of bouquet, from formal bouquets that contained monotoned flowers to the most colorful mix everyone could imagine. But you didn't felt tired, you felt happy of making others happy.

The ring of the doorbell woke you from your memories, a tall man in a suit walking in the shop, his red eyes wandering the place with calm, eyeing the peonies, the roses, the sunflowers and the chrystaseums.

"Hi sir! How can I help you today?" Your voice came out in a friendly tone once the man standed right infront of the register.

"Hi, I have a dat- Y/N?" Your name dropping of this stranger's mouth made you look at him now with more concern that friendliness washing over your face.

Your eyes began to wander over his face, the gears in your brain starting to spin as he rang some memory in the back of your head. He was tall, muscular, a defined jaw that dragged the attention to his face, prominent cheekbones that went well with the wildness in his blonde hair and remarked the power behind those dark red eyes... Red eyes.

"Bakugo?"

"It's been way too long since the last time I saw you." He muttered, his eyes inspecting the facial features of his long time friend.

"Uh, y-yeah. Like six years I think. What brings you to my flowershop?"

"Oh, right. I need a bouquet with some pink flowers that kinda looks like a pom-pom." He says, his hands trying to imitate the size and shape of the flower he's thinking about, your mind instantly getting what he means.

"What color do you want for the pom-pom flowers?"

Your steps were still light as he remembered them to be when you dated his friend. "I was thinking of white pom-pom flowers with some red peonies."

"You are one lucky man Bakugo, these right here are the last peonies I will have for the rest of the week." You giggle, taking some white alliums in between your hands, along with some peonies and yellow yarrows to the crafting table.

"What can I say, luck has always been on my side." He says with a smirk. The blond being less agressive than you remembered him to be at 18.

"May I ask who is the lucky person receiving flowers from you?"

"I'm gifting them to my boyfriend, Kirishima, it's our four year anniversary today."

"You finally got with Kiri? That's awesome Katsuki! Congrats!" You happily cheer in him, a soft blush in his ears and nose as he laughs your words aside.

"Thanks Y/N." He mutters, eyes fixated in the bouquet you are working on. "I'm really lucky to have him actually. Pro hero life is such a fucking mess all the time, he's the only one keeping me sane."

"Is great to see you happy and sane, Bakugo. It really is." You smile at him, finishing the bouquet. "It would be five thousand yen, sir." You say, the man handing you the money while taking the flowers.

"Thank you, it's really pretty, Y/N." He smiles, taking small steps towards the door, stopping with his hand in the handle. "Can I ask you somtheing?"

"Sure."

"What happened? Why... Why did you distanced yourself from us? From him?"

Your heart sunk a bit, a train of memories going through your head and heart.

"It... wasn't working, Katsuki, I didn't belonged there in your world, I am not a hero, I was just a person with a stupid flower quirk." You laugh it off, the pain, the heartache that settled in the middle of you, roots of stinging memories encaging your heart. "Distancing was an easy was of cowarding, of getting away from the routine, the emotional danger I would put Shoto in."

"...okay." He nodded his head, accepting how you felt. "I know it isn't easy to break a relationship like the one you had, you are not a coward, you know? It takes a lot of courage to distance yourself from those who you love." Katsuki gifts you a comforting smile, his hand taking out a small card from his pocket and placing it in a shelf near him. "There's my number if you ever need help from a hero, or a friend."

"Thank you, Bakugou, it really means a lot." You smiled at him, looking at his face and the sfot yet still somehow harsh gaze in his eyes, his small playful smile made it seem as if he was a whole new person, and it made you happy to look at him this happy even for a hero, Kiri must be doing some good ass work as his boyfriend. "See you later, have a good day!" You said to the blonde who returned your smile and waved back before the door closed.

With a little smile you sighed, your heart felt torned against the memories this little reunion has brought back. You started picking up the mess the flowers let on the counter top, you took the broom and started swiping the dust from the floor, then you cleaned and put everything in its place, a bit more than half an hour later you were done and ready to go home.

You took your keys and your belonging, tossing a rose that was about to bloom in your bag so you could put it in you nightstand and it would last a bit longer, walking out the door of your shop and when you were just about to take the keys out someone muttered from behind you. "Open up again, and give me all in the cashier, if you don't I will not hesitate to kill you."

You slowly turned around, seeing a man with his blue hand laid to you, ready to shoot something if you didn't obey. "You want money?"

"Of course I want the money, what kind of stupid ass question is that." He snarled, signaling at you to reenter the shop.

"Yeah, yeah right." You nodded, any type of quirk he had it did not seemed to be very friendly.

Rather quick for your shaking hands you managed to get the keys again in the door and open it, walking inside with the robber behind.

"I don't have all day, just do as I say and you will not get hurt." You nodded and he smiled. "Put your things aside, I don't want you calling nobody while I'm here, sweetheart."

Putting your keys and bag aside in the floor you did as they said. "Now, walk your ass to the register and put all the money in this bag and no funny bussiness while doing that." He ordered, tossing a black bag at you.

How the fuck did no one noticed him in the shop? There was still some deam light from the sunset, it was nearly impossible for him to threaten you like that and no one to take it in and do something. But you were not going to let him rob all your money that easy.

While doing what he said in and oddly slow manner, you concentrated your self to using your quirk with that one rose you had put in your bag to make it grow enough for it to reach your phone, feeling how the rose moved slowly and with its stem you tried dialing any number in your phone, the last one saved being Bakugou's.

"Hello?" He ask, your number not saved in his contacts. "Who's this?" Even if he was talking rather loudly it was muffled by your bag, thanking the gods for that.

"Can't you do it faster? At this rate I will be taking the money myself you useless scumbag." The man was getting desperate, he actively didn't wanted to get caught by any heroes today.

"I'm sorry, sir." You answered rather loydly for anyone the rose dialed to hear.

"Y/N?" Bakugou asked, hearing carefully to the voices.

"That's all you got in that register? Really?"

"I mean, you are robbing a flowershop, ain't you?"

"Oh they must be stupid." Bakugou muttered hanging up and calling back to his agency to notify any heores near the shop to help you.

"Shut up okay?! Look at the back or something, I'm not leaving until I got some money."

You nodded, your mouth shutting as you walked to the back of the shop and he followed you just to make sure you didn0t called someone or did something suspicious.

You took longer to open the emergency monsey suplly, and even longer putting the money in the bag as he asked. Each second that passes made you more nervous.

What if the flowers didn't do anything? What if they didn't answer?

The thought of losing it all rolling around your mind over and over again, hands trembling to the point the bills were falling out of your hands onto the floor, spreading around the floor.

"are you stupid?" The man asked, picking you up by the shirt, tossing you around as he took over the money handling, sparks leaving out of his hands as he did.

In a matter of seconds a scandal was heard from outside, a siren far away. "You called smeone?" He asked in a shout, turning towards you. "You dumb bitch." He said, a weak snapping from his fingers shocking you lightly, enough for pain to flow around your body and a yelp escape your lips. "Shut up. Now, you ain't getting out of here." He says, manhandling you until he could tie you to the metallic beam that supported the wall.

You pleaded him to let you go, you couldn't do anything, your quirk was useless, but he didn't even spared a look at you, his quirk setting some of your paperwork on fire, himself running out to the front door.

Panicked, you stare at the papers in fire, rapidly becoming bigger and bigger, spreading to the boxes full of wrapping suplies.

"Shit, shit, shit." You say, trying hard to get out of the tie. Maybe, maybe you could still use your quirk with your flowers. The thought inmediately making you concentrate, fire spreading throught the wooden ceiling to the front of the store, smoke coming bewteen the glass doors.

You were trying, really hard, to make your plants grow, the cracking of the flames making hard to hear the growning crowd outside, smoke engulfing the little back room. You started yelling for help, in hope of anyone hearing you from outside or the stores besides.

"Please, please someone." You pleaded, coughing fits interrupting your yelling, you felt lightheaded, unable to keep on yelling. You tried again to use your quirk, hoping atleast one flower was still intact out there in your shelves. Soon, your mind was everywhere and anywhere, memories of today vagantly flowing through it.

"Y/N?" You heard a familiar voice yell, steps louder, the fire and the smoke making your eyes teary, difficulting even seeing clearly.

Maybe it's bakugo. You though to yourself, trying to find some strength between you to yeel again, only to end up coughing.

"Y/N." Your blurry eyes barely picked on the sillouete, a tall fram ecoming in, coldness spreading from it, a warm hand picking you up and snapping the tie around your wrists, helping you get to your feet.

The next couple of minute were a blur, being dragged out to the street, multiple voices surrounding you, fresh air making your lungs ache, as if you were breathing pure alcohol and your lungs were open wounds.

"You okay?" The familiar voice asks again, your eyes finally clearing and being met by a mismatched pair.

"Shoto?" You ask, hand extending you touch his face, in case your dazed mind was playing tricks on you.

"It's me, y7n, you're okay, it's okay." His hand gentle on your shoulder to help you get seated. "The ambulance is on their way, don't force yourself."

"My shop..." You say, staring at it engulfed in flames, windows broken, not a signal of anything intact in it. A deep sadness fulfilling you, the fear, the anger, the dissapointment all filing you and exploiting, fat tears flooding from your face.

"Does something hurt?" Shoto asks, worry deep in his features at the sight of you crying.

You can't find it in you to answer, hand clapped against your mouth to muffle your ugly cries.

You don't know how much time passes, but it feel eternal as the paramedics are checking you, giving you oxygen and checking your light burns.

"Where's Y/N?" You hear Kirishima's voice from the distance, him and Bakugo both making their way to the scene, a relieved look on their faces as they spot you seated with the paramedics. "Are you okay? Where did the fire came from?" They ask, the bouquet you made earlier in Kirishima's hands, making you smile lightly.

"I'm fine, unemployed, but fine." You mutter. "Now get back to your date, it's okay." You signal to the, both sharing a look before sighing.

"Why do you have a phone if you won't answer?" Bakugo asked, the angry tone he put to masquerade his worry made you chuckle, reminding you of your high school years.

You knew yu didn't have to asnwer, and seeing Bakugo overreact and Kirishima calm him infront of you made you chuckle louder.

Maybe you do have missed them.

Once the paramedics cleared you out and treated your burns you went over to Shoto who just finished talking to the police.

"Shoto" You called, he barely heard you as he turned around t oface you, an awkard smile on his face now that eberything was cleared.

"Hi..." He mutters, nodding to you.

"Thank you." You say, finally looking at him rightly. Paying attention to his matured features, jaw more prominent, frame wider and he seemed taller, hair a bit mure ruffled and longer than you remembered, eyes looking at you as softly as your memories recalled. "Seriously."

"It's my job, it's nothing." h¿He dismisses, nodding again. "I'm... uh, relieved that you're fine."

"Thanks." You nod, fiddling with your hands. "I'll go."

"Can we talk for a second? I mean, a few more." He says abruptly, eyes never leaving yours. After you nodded and stayed, he kept on talking. "I always had this question ever since you broke up with me and... seeing you now may be the only chance i'll have to clear it out." He started, looking deeply into your face in search of anything that told him you didn0t wanted to hear him out.

"The thing i want to say is... why did you do it? I- I thought we were doing great and I never stood where I went wrong."

"You never went wrong. I did." You started, unable to look him in the eye as you were spitting out what happened. "I-I was scared, everything was so wrong even though it felt so right. You were always in the spotlight, always being chased after, and after eberything that happened I got scared i was weakening you." You said, not looking at the way Shoto's features formed a face of sadness. "I never wanted to intefere with your job, I loved you too much to keep you from moving forward. I... just felt like a weight, you were much safer without me around."

"Why didn't you talk it with me?" He muttered, searching for your eyes. "You did worse by leaving than staying."

"That aint true. We dont know that, we dont know what the villains could do to us if we were kept together." You thought you would feel sad, but surpisingly, you were relieved as everything was finally spilled.

"what happened with what i felt?" His words slow, careful. "You mever stopped to wonder if I wanted you around even through out all the risks? It was selfish I know, but you were keeping me sane, keeping me alive."

"I'm sorry, I know it was wrong, but look at you now." You signal to the enitre of him. "You are an amizing hero, you fulfilled your dreams, you didnt needed me for that."

"But i wanted you there." He sighed. "I couldnt help but wonder, all these years, what if you talked to me, what if you were still with me?"

"I was a weakness, Shoto."

"No, you were my strength, you kept me grounded." He snaps, tears forming n his eyes. "After I lost you I thought I lost everything, I didnt have you to protect, to keep on foghting."

"But you kept pushing forward didnt you"

"Ueh but... That was because I knew you were stillout there, I found strength in the thought of protecting everything in case you were there."

"Shoto..."

"Its been six years, y/n. What if..." He stops midway, taking berak to gather some air. "What if we try again, as adults?"

"Its not that easy."

"My life will never be easy, we know that, but, maybe, we can try." His hands are ithcing to hold yours now. "If you seriously are over me, if you really dont want me near, say it now; but i know, i stilll want you."

"Sho..."

"This time, I want an answer.¿, I want to hear you out, I want you to say to me what you think."

His words dug deep into your heart, pain coming out of wound you didnt knew you had, but the thought of him made you flutter a bit, something you thought as dead coming back to life inside of you again.

Was it now the right time?

"What if we dont work out?" You scarely ask.

"Then, I'll let you go, but I'll let you go knowing that I fought for you." You didnt know what happened to him, but hearing him talk like that ignited a little flame in your heart.

"Let's try then. But we have to get to know each other again."

"Sure."

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pervysenpaix · 2 years

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My One and Only (Solo Fics, Thirsts & Drabbles)

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snnbnny · 2 years

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Hey there. Sad anon again.

I got into a fight with my boyfriend recently, he keeps saying im needy. Could you cheer me up with some fluff of Bakugo and maybe Kirishima cheering up their she/her s/o after a bad day? Thank you

note 4 anon: oh love, I'm so sorry- of course i'll cheer you up the best I can!! I don't know the situation so I can't offer advice but I can say I doubt you are to needy and he's being a jerk!!

Katsuki Bakugou and Eijiro Kirishima Cheering up their S/O after they had a bad day!!

Characters: K.Bakugou x Fem! reader x E. Kirishima

C/W: poly! kiribaku x reader, hurt/comfort, prohero Kiri and Baku, pet names (angel, babe, princess, baby), soft baku.

Tagging: @kiribakuswife @todorollz

『••✎Now loading,,, a little chicken soup for the hurting,,,, ✎••』

It was just one of those fucking days, everything- and you mean everything- was going haywire. It had started as soon as your boyfriend left for hero-work, the door had only just slammed shut with Katsuki's normal aggressive flare when you had violently stubbed your toe on the butcherblock.

The was only the beginning.

One of your newer acrylic nails broke off, one of your normally well behaved pets had peed on the floor, one of your coworkers had cussed you out over text for taking the day off which forced them take over your shift due to being the only one available, you had accidently consumed some soured milk in your cereal which you had decided to be your lunch, your phone charger wasn't working properly, you could go on and on about the relatively small things that caused you to believe the world was against you.

By the time your boyfriends would normally come home you were unraveling on the couch, holding a squishmellow and listening to MCR while waiting expectantly for them to come home- you needed the comfort that their very presence provided for you. In fact it's over an hour past their usual arrival time and there wasn't even a text message saying they were on their way home.

You were stressed out as it is, which caused your mind to go on over time. With the way your day was going, you were worried something utterly terrible had happened. You couldn't bring yourself to actually text them or their colleagues or check the news- instead you sat their for another hour brewing in your own thoughts and already prepared grief.

By the time the rather large apartments front door creaked open, you were so lost within yourself and your music that you didn't even hear it.

...

The two buff heros were beat and worn, covered in dirt and superficial wounds. They trudged threw the door and threw some of their gear and other items around the entry way, uncaring of causing a mess or anything at the moment. The mountainous red head in the rather revealing hero costume nearly toppled over his blonde partner who was covered in more black soot then he was.

"Angel, we're home!" Eijirou called out softly, not wishing to wake you up if you had called it an early night. The thing about hero work is that even though they only work like 4 days a week but those shifts are long and grueling so even if they arrived home on time they normally would, it would still be 10 at night. So it was now midnight, and you (they had thought) had been at work all day so it would only be natural for you to be sleepy enough to go to bed by now.

They both looked at each other when the call got no response, they shrugged it off as reasons stated above, Bakugou couldn't help but vocalize his complaint, "I was looking forward to seeing their little fuckin' face." His speech was slightly slurred with exhaustion. The tanned red riot nodded in agreement as he kicked off his boots and began going further into his home with the aim of checking on his girlfriend- something felt off inside of the man, he was worried about her despite not having a particular reason for it. Katsuki was close behind him, sharing that unnerving feeling in his bones.

They didn't get that far in before they heard it, heard you body shaking sobs echoing threw the halls originating from the living room. They all but ran to the room, fear spiking surging their body with enough adrenaline to get them back to full operational capacity dulling the ache in their muscles.

They couldn't see you over the back of the couch, so they didn't stop behind it- instead Bakugo sped past his boyfriend and jumped over the couch like it was a hurdle. The blonde landed in front of you, it was finally enough to jostle you back to reality, looking up to be met by piercing crimson eyes full of concern.

You scrambled into his arms and cried louder, babbling out their names in the process. Your movements dislodged your earbuds and sent the purple squishmellow flying along the L shaped couch. Katsuki was a little stunned but was quick to wrap his thick arms around you and hold you so tight that if your bones could scream they would.

Eijiro towered over the plush piece of furniture and watched the ordeal, unsure of anything except for his love for the two sat a top the cushions. Instead of jumping over the back, he made his way around the arm and gently sat behind you. He took the opportunity to gently rub your back.

"Princess, what's wrong?" Kirishima coo'd, placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder and hugging you from behind while sharing a look with his other partner whose neck you hid in.

"We're sorry we are so late babe," Bakogu soothed. "There was a small villain attack down town, but everyone is ok-" he felt your grip grow tighter with one arm while your other hand gripped one of the faux red heads. When you finally pulled out of the crook of your blonde lovers neck he pushed his rather greasy forehead against yours, gazing into your eyes in search of any hint of what happened to upset you so badly.

"I-I was so scared," you sobbed, your death grip on the two tightening some how. "Today's been so terrible, I was scared that my bad luck was an omen- When you guys didn't come home-"

You were going to hyperventilating, Kiri noticed that right away and pulled you back into his chest, Katsuki let you fall back into the red headed lover and draped your legs on top of his. Baku rubbed soothing patterns into your thighs over the fabric of your leggings. Kirishima was an unreasonably strong man, which translated physically to having a strong broad chest with the hint of plushness due to his quirk and age.

"Princess, I need you to breathe for me. Can you do that?" You nodded frantically at the tanned man behind you's instructions. Your gasps and exhales audible enough to soothe the men as they listened to you calm. "That's it, angel. We got you, everything is ok now. Alright? We're all ok."

Katsuki kept your eyes on him using his own, they weren't as piercing as normal but instead they were warm and buttery- full of love. It took a moment for you to pull away from that gaze to look at you other partner who, turns out, held the same expression as the blonde. You freed your hand for Eiji's to touch his face, dragging across his jaw feeling the 5'o clock shadow and a couple familiar scars coupled with a newer cut. You learned up and kissed the fresh wound gently. He contorted his head in order to peck a couple kisses on the corner of your mouth as soft as the gentle giant could which made you giggle.

"There's my baby," Kirishima whispered lovingly before kissing your lips slowly, with a warm and tender passion as if he pulled away he would burst into flames but if he was to intense or rough that you would shattered like a vase against a wall. You felt Bakugou get up while you preoccupied, shuffling came from somewhere before he returned.

"Shitty hair, let'er breathe," Kat chastised, tsk'ing as he pulled up but not out of the cherry haired man's arms. "Look at me baby... That's it, no more of this bad day shit, ok? We aren't going to let anything else bad happen."

You nodded, the blonde held a box of tissues one of which he used to dry your face. He had put your legs around him in order to sit as close as possible, his long appendages were around Kirishima's larger sturdy base. Said man used your head as a rest for his as he watched Bakugou kiss you with much more spontaneity then he had applied, teeth clashed as his tongue danced with yours. The blonde pulled back to softly kiss your shared boyfriend.

"Tell us about this bad day of yours," the blonde all but whispered, falling so his side was supported by the backrest of the couch.

"It's dumb, really. You guy probably-" You began before the Pomeranian like man growled only to be cut off by the mountain behind you.

"Baby, don't fight us. We wanna know," he coo'd, using a strong hand to pinch the flesh belonging to your hip.

"Fine, jeez, y'all don' t have to be my rocks all the time." You joked.

"Have you even looked at the cute idiot behind you for one fucking second? He is literally our rock," Katsuki snickered. You couldn't see it, but you knew Kiri's face matched his hair.

The three of you spent the night entangled with each other and venting. Your boyfriends coddled you more then usual, getting you anything and everything that you even mentioned you wished for. They made sure you knew that they were going to make everything better for you, they love you so much how could they not. You had the whole next day waiting for you, and they planned a day of pampering for you- one of which you weren't quite ready for.

But you slept in their arms filled with only ignorance and the chicken soup Bakugou made for you, "chicken soup for the hurting." He had said it was something his mother used to say.

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honeesucker · 1 year

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Three -

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

Word count: 4,670

*Not proofread.

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Bakugo watched as the Director turned to see where he was motioning toward, watching as your form disappears down the hallway until you and the staff member turned a final corner at the end, completely leaving view. She stood silent for a moment, worrying Bakugo as her eyes were trained on the now empty hallway. Her silence stretched on and made Bakugo’s skin itch, until she turned to him with such a thoughtful look it stunned him.

“The puppy hybrid?” She questioned him, and he confirmed with a nod.

“Yes,” he stated simply, “she’s fond of Red Riot and his hybrid TetsuTetsu and I enjoyed her company during the event tonight – though I didn’t catch her name,” and as he trailed off the Director’s mouth quirked up in a slight smile.

“She doesn’t have one she has ever cared to share,” she mused. “Mostly she just accepts when people call her ‘Puppy’ or whatever else, honestly.” The sigh the Director let go at whatever thought was in her head left Bakugo curious, but he wanted to tread carefully. “I’m not opposed to this idea; she did just get sent back to us about six months ago which has been easy enough to navigate though she has gotten returned to us a total of seven times in the last five years since her initial rescue,” Bakugo waited for the Director to go on, watching with bated breath as she seemed to gather her thoughts. “She is well-mannered and easy to handle but she has been through some tremendously heinous things before her rescue five years ago, and it appears something happens in the homes she's adopted into where a precipice gets reached that cause the adopters to return her... we’ve been trying to uncover more of what may be causing this issue but haven’t been successful,” the Director’s voice trailed off into a whisper as she mouthed something to herself, Bakugo not able to pick up on the words. Her eyes seemed far away as she put her hand to her chin, massaging the skin thoughtfully before continuing. “I agree her being around TetsuTetsu would be a positive to have in a new home as they became quite close while he was here with her, she also did take a liking to Red Riot, and she seems to have gotten comfortable around you quickly. Yes, I wouldn’t be opposed to this at all but given her background you’re going to need to be more prepared – I would like for you to meet with her rehabilitation counselor, Hana, to go over her background and ensure you’re ready to take on this responsibility. I won’t tell you no, Mr. Bakugo, but I want you to have the full picture beyond this day so you can make an informed decision for yourself – and of course per our policy the hybrid will have the final say.”

Bakugo only nodded along to the Director’s speech, agreeing to meet with your counselor, he wanted to know more about you and be the best he could be for you. His thoughts were at war with himself wondering if what he would learn would somehow change his mind in taking you on, and the competitive drive to be your last home – to not fold like the weak extras before him who returned you.

Fucking cowards.

Bakugo was led by the Director to a different wing of the facility where he was going to have an initial meeting with Hana - your rehabilitation counselor - to discuss your past, habits, temperament and his prospective adoption of you. He waited on a small, uncomfortable chair outside of Hana's office as she had an existing appointment already. Five minutes turned to ten, turned to twenty before Bakugo's leg ceased to bounce with the opening of the office door.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Bakugo,” Hana was a stout woman in her mid-thirties, Bakugo assessed, with shoulder-length mousy brown hair and equally kind brown eyes. Her smile crinkled her eyes, and puffed her cheeks in an endearing way that reminded him of how some grandmothers were drawn in his favorite manga's – always smiling, radiating kindness. He was instantly put at ease.

“No problem,” he responded, his tone of voice always coming off slightly confrontational no matter how he tried to soften it, “I appreciate you seeing me on short notice.”

“Please come in,” Hana motioned for Bakugo to enter, and he did. Her office was brightly lit by the large windows taking up a full wall, with a view of one of the many expansive and breathtaking gardens that seemed to surround the facility itself, like the one he spent time with you in the center. Bakugo was motioned to a seat, and he gladly fell into the plush chair across from Hana, who had a thick file on her desk with your photo pinned to it. “So, I understand you’re interested in our little Puppy,” Hana began, staring Bakugo down but in the least confrontational way.

“Yes,” Bakugo cleared his throat, words almost getting stuck with his nerves. “I’ve been able to spend some time with her, and I have regular contact with Red Riot and TetsuTetsu who she’s friends with – I feel like the benefits outweigh anything else...” Bakugo’s voice trailed off as she noted Hana thumbing through your file, red eye straining to see whatever was in there he could before he realized it was being presented to him. He took it, admiring the adorable photo of you on the front of the folder, before he thumbed it open and was stopped in his tracks.

Bakugo could hear Hana speaking but his ears flooded with white noise, her voice sounded faraway as he eyed the photos that appeared to be dated from your initial rescue.

So many of the photos documented your face and body, sunken cheeks, deep, dark circles and matted hair, blood dried and flaking on your skin and in your hair and fur. Tail matted and bloodied, nothing like the plush little cloud that followed you now. He thumbed through more photos as the bruises and lacerations across your body worsened, evidence of your malnutrition and abuse painted on your body and in your eyes.

Your eyes.

They looked so empty, so far away, compared to the glistening little jewels he could get lost in now. The way the light shimmered from within you through them, compared to the photos he was looking at, astounded him. A small scribble in red ink, in the margin of your first physical check-up stopped his heart.

Bait hybrid.

He could see the wounds across your body transform to fit the picture now the closer he examined them. How so many of them showcased the outline of different sized jaws, deep-set wounds from teeth that tore into you. Bruises that bled out into the shape of hands. In a few of the photos you had bruises consistent with being bound by the wrists and ankles, even a close-up of a deep burn around your throat where a rope would have once been. He read over the extensive notes, one of which being a transcription from a recording:

2:03 A.M. Entered the suspect villa through the front and rear entrances, encountered hostile human guards as well as trained fighting hybrids – all wolves – taken down alive and handed over to the OPS Team.

2:07 A.M. Descended into the basement area and found a hybrid chained to a wall with a rope tightly pulled around the neck. Appears to be a puppy hybrid, unmoving, possibly deceased?

2:09 A.M. Confirmed puppy hybrid alive. Signs of serious abuse, suspect bait hybrid within a larger hybrid fighting ring, released the puppy hybrid from the bindings, examined and took photos for records.

2:13 A.M. Puppy hybrid attacked one of the OPS Team, confirmed attempted head touch, possible sensitive area as demeanor has changed once the area is avoided.

2:34 A.M. Have confirmed residence cleared of all human and hybrid residents. All humans detained by OPS Team for arrest and conviction, all aggressive wolf hybrids detained by OPS Team for evaluation by hybrid specialists to assess for rehabilitation. Puppy hybrid sent with the Musutafu Rehabilitation Rep for assessment and consideration for foster program.

Bakugo had continued to read through your file, through the different times you were adopted and sent back – your interviews upon re-arrival regarding what happened in the homes was a topic you avoided speaking on. There were notes that you always ended up biting someone in the household but would never delve into the details of what triggered the event. Bakugo read in the interviews with the adopters that the incidents all happened when they would go to pet you, they had mentioned being able to have physical contact with you before, so they weren’t sure what had changed when it came to petting your head.

When Bakugo finally shut the file, he found Hana’s kind eyes regarding him carefully. He swallowed hard, the lump of anxiety lodged in his throat after seeing and reading the details of your past, it was all weighing heavily on him. You didn’t act like someone should after having gone through so much. He’s surprised even in your earlier interviews with Hana no notes were made mentioning any anger – why weren’t you raging at everything those bastards did to you? It almost appeared like you simply accepted it.

Accepted that life was filled with things like that.

“As you can see, Mr. Bakugo, our little puppy has been run through quite the gamut,” Hana started, accepting the file back from Bakugo’s shaking hand. “Her temperament is quite agreeable given the circumstances, but she does have habits that have caused issues in her previous homes,” Hana paused to regard Bakugo some more and continued. “Given what I have read regarding your situation and the needs for your foster pair based off what the Director has observed I agree with her assessment that you would be a good fit for our puppy – even more so with your ties to two others who would greatly help her transition back into a home. I would only ask that you give me weekly updates on her progress as she encounters new things in your home, that she still meets with me on a monthly basis until it is decided it is no longer needed, and I would appreciate you setting up some visits with Red Riot for her to spend time with TetsuTetsu – those two were thick as thieves when they were both homed here.”

Bakugo only nodded along, agreeing to any and every caveat needed to move the process forward with you. For someone so independent, so brash and unforgiving of himself and others, who prided himself on only needing to rely on himself, his instincts when it came to you were screaming at him to protect you. To show you a life beyond the scope of what you’ve been subjected to. To be the last home you would ever have, ever need, ever want. Something about your looks initially caught his eye – how precious, and tiny, you looked curled up in Kirishima’s arms, how easily he could imagine holding you the very same way. Something in him was inexplicably pulling him to you, and he only hoped you enjoyed talking with him enough to consider coming home with him.

Bakugo left the facility with high hopes, but an equally heavy heart.

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Three weeks had passed. Three long, insufferable weeks but Bakugo busied himself with all the required classes on hybrid rehabilitation and ownership; he even went to all his own therapies and treatments without so much as a grumble. Today was one of the days he was returning to the hybrid center to see you, under the guise of attending the center’s bi-annual adoption introduction event as a Pro Hero endorsement liaison – an event where the community members interested in adopting a hybrid can come and meet those up for adoption in a friendly and open environment, not unlike a picnic or field day.

He was dressed up in his hero gear, gauntlets heavy against his chest as he stood with his arms crossed. He was already briefed by the center Director, who stated that while you weren’t officially up for adoption at this time you would be attending the event in the interest of giving him more time with you in an informal setting, and as a test of your social abilities with strangers. Presently, Bakugo had been here since the first hour of the event set-up. He has seen a variety of citizens and Pro Heros alike come through and spend time alongside the adoptable hybrids, eating, chatting, playing games and listening to different informative chats with the staff as they set up spread out around the park on the center grounds they currently set up on. He hadn’t yet caught a glimpse of you but there’s no certainty you were brought down with the rest of the adoptable hybrids first thing this morning. The day was about halfway through as he waited impatiently, Bakugo assessed by the Sun’s position, red eyes scanning the area around him cautiously – he didn’t anticipate any trouble but given that the Director asked him to be here on an official capacity first, he knew there had to be a reason.

Bakugo began to walk around, his arms now at his sides, though still buzzing with ready energy. His demeanor relaxed, although you couldn’t tell from his features with his mouth set in a hard line and his eyes narrowed and sharp. He took in the sight of happy hybrids interacting with people unafraid of what the interaction would bring, could see how their eyes sparkled and crinkled with laughter as they ran around. His heart was filling up with such a light feeling seeing how happy everyone was to interact, and his hopes only lifted at the thought of at least one of the hybrids here finding a good match, and forever home. He wondered how it felt for them, to still have such hope and trust in others after what they each had gone through. He was staring fondly at some hybrids and humans playing a game of hacky sack when the back of his neck prickled with an odd feeling. His eyes darted around swiftly, taking in everyone as he tried to identify the cause of this uneasy feeling, his damaged hearing causing everything that he was once zoned in on to become muffled white noise – the high-pitched ringing becoming worse as the panic rose in his chest. The edges of Bakugo’s vision blurred as he tried to take in steady gulps of air, spinning around to see more of the area around him. That’s when he caught it – caught sight of you.

Or rather, you while stood in an uncomfortable lean away from a man who deemed it appropriate to hover so closely over you. Bakugo’s blood boiled as his palms popped and sizzled, his quirk threatening to activate, but he simply clenched his fists and stalked over to where you were, and for such a large and imposing man Bakugo certainly didn’t lack stealth as he quietly approached you both.

“You really are something special, a delectable little cutie,” this absolute piece of trash extra had the nerve to learn in and smell the hair on your head. “You know you're exactly what I’ve been looking for! The shelters and breeders in my area just don’t have any cute female hybrid companions,” the whiney tone of the off-putting man caused Bakugo’s anger to flare but he wanted to see where this was going and where you’d take it before he made a move he’d regret. “Society has moved into acceptance of human-hybrid relationships, but they just don’t offer any that are cute enough to fuc-! Aughgk!” Bakugo’s hand wrapped around the man and cut off his sentence with a gurgled choke the same moment you had turned on the man and sunk your canines into his forearm. The man’s hands came up to scramble and tried to pull Bakugo’s grip off his throat but to no avail, his arm where your teeth were still buried wiggled weakly to get you to let go.

“Release, Puppy,” Bakugo’s voice wasn’t harsh as it was directed toward you, but his tone left no room for disobedience and you let go, flattening yourself against the nearest tree to where you were stood. “Y’know, it’s people like you that make things harder for hybrids, scum like you make things unsafe for those who’ve already been through enough,” Bakugo’s anger was boiling to the surface, but it wasn’t a moment after he tightened his grip on the guys throat that security for the event came and gently touched the Pro’s shoulder, stating they would handle it from there. Bakugo relented only when he saw you still standing frozen in place, hiding against the tree a few feet away from the scene. Bakugo gave the pathetic man one last toothy, evil grin which caused the man to cower before he turned to you, kneeling on one knee to not look so imposing in all his Pro gear.

“Hey Puppy,” to anyone who knew Bakugo, they wouldn’t recognize the man who softened just as he did. Kneeled in front of you with a breeze-soft tone, cooing and holding his hand out for you to take; even when he rescued women and children he was as hard as ever, a regular criticism he was met with from the tabloids, and his own agency. “You were ready to fight, huh pup?” Bakugo’s voice held a humorous lilt, and your ears perked toward him as your eyes finally met his. “You did a real good job there, Puppy, didn’t need my help at all huh?” Your ears twitched like they wanted to flatten against your head, given your crestfallen expression, but they didn’t budge – cute little fluffy triangles Bakugo desperately found himself wanting to reach for if he didn’t already know your past triggers.

“M’sorry,” you mumbled out, slowly taking the hand Bakugo still had extended and when his fingers closed around yours, he pulled you gently to him. “I didn’t mean to bite,” your voice was small, and you began to shake in his arms, and he only pulled you closer, tucking your head beneath his chin and wrapping his arms tightly around you until the shaking subsided.

“It’s okay Puppy,” Bakugo assured you, “it’s okay to bite someone when they’re trying to hurt you. Standing up for yourself is okay.” Bakugo could feel you relax completely in his arms as he finally looked around him, seeing the Director, Hana and a couple other staff standing back from the two of you by about ten feet.

“I was told not to bite though,” you mumbled again, sighing as you rested your head against Bakugo’s arms.

“Listen to me Puppy,” Bakugo argued, “biting someone is okay when you have a reason – like defending yourself or someone else.”

“Have a reason...” you murmured more to yourself, but Bakugo caught it, just giving you a reassuring pat on your shoulder before standing with you in his arms, your nose nuzzling against the column of Bakugo’s throat sending an involuntary shiver down his spine as the cold touch ignited something within him.

“Mr. Bakugo, can you and our little Puppy come with me? The police who arrested the man want statements,” The Director spoke softly as she watched you, remaining silent as she lead you both back into the building.

“You up for that, Puppy?” Bakugo watched as you gave a small nod, still nosing at his throat and taking in small, rapid breaths. “What’cha doing there, hm?” Bakugo raised his eyebrows as he heard you whisper, ‘smell different’, and just continued with whatever it was you were doing rubbing against him, and he had to admit a certain comfort came from your cold nose against his warm skin. No more than an hour had passed with you and Bakugo giving your individual statements, he was waiting on a lounge sofa situated in one of the common rooms while you were in a closed office with the officers. Bakugo’s anxiety was back in full force with his leg bouncing a mile a minute, his heart beating furiously against his chest wall and his palms were sweaty and ready to set off, the acrid smell of blackened sugar giving hint to the quirk activation. Bakugo hadn’t realized he was disassociating until he felt a light pressure on his lap. His eyes refocused and brought him back to reality when he noticed you were sitting on his lap, straddling his legs as you laid your body against his, your arms wrapped tightly around him as far as you could go. “What’cha doin’, Puppy?” Bakugo grumbled, heart still hammering in his chest.

“TetsuTetsu used to hug me tight tight tight when I would have a bad dream,” you stated simply, “and you smelled like you needed to be hugged tight tight tight, too.” You just laid your head against his chest over his heart and Bakugo soon found his heartrate slowing down, even though he was certain you were too light to apply what he knew to be deep pressure therapy, his cheeks burned with a cherry tinge and his heart swelled at the sight. Though you lacked enough weight to successfully do what you were trying to do, your proximity to him calmed him all the same.

“S’good, Puppy,” Bakugo mumbled out softly and you beamed up at him as you tilted your head against his chest to meet his gaze, your fluffy tail thumping away happily behind you. “Did such a good job f’me.” Without thinking Bakugo had reached up of his own accord, and rough palm went soft against the silky top of your head, ears splitting away where his hand patted the crown of your head.

Snap!

A soft, almost indiscernible sound was heard, but even Bakugo picked it up as he zeroed in on you in his lap. Your body had frozen in its place, you weren’t even breathing as he took in the sight of you.

A small, broken rubber band was lying on the lounge sofa just beside you both, your breathing going from zero to a hundred as you began to take in panicked gulps of air. Bakugo looked up and saw one of your ears, normally cute little sharp triangles above your head, but now one was lying flopped against your head, folded over although he could see irritation and fur loss where the rubber band had been, presumably for a very long time. You went to scramble out of his lap, but Bakugo grabbed you and anchored you down against him, you were panicking and even tried to bite his forearms where you could reach but your little fangs couldn’t penetrate his Pro Hero costume, the gear made for battle and hits much stronger than your little bite force quotient*.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry I’m sorryI’msorrym’sorrysorry,�� your eyes were glazed over, far-away and deep in a memory as you shook in his arms, fighting to get out of his grip with an admirable strength even though it didn’t compare to the little force he was exerting to keep you in place. Bakugo could see the Director and Hana, who had still been standing nearby dealing with the police officers from earlier, frozen and watching the scene, Hana was stopped by the Director before she had a chance to intervene – the Director watched on with an intent gaze. Bakugo held you with one arm, holding you against him as he used his other hand to reach up and head toward the ear still standing up tall – you snapped and bit onto the guard that usually seated itself beneath his gauntlets, fangs trying hard to tear flesh enough to get him to release you, you shook your head gently but it didn’t do much to stop Bakugo as he touched your other ear and soon heard a similar snap with the small plastic ring, now broken, falling to the floor. You were growling now, not releasing his wrist guard as you glared at him, but he could see it in your eyes: fear.

“Puppy,” Bakugo warned, tone deep and steady. “Release.” You gave an indignant snort through your nose, the gentle puff of air hitting Bakugo’s face as he held you in front of him, a quirk to the corner of his lips giving away his amusement at your fight. His eyes soon narrowed, sharp and deadly, and soon you found yourself slowly unlocking your jaw as he pulled his arm away from you. With all the fight drained out of you at his command, Bakugo watched as your eyes began to well up with tears, which clumped your lashes and fell down your cheeks in fat streaks, your nose moistening as you sniffled and relaxed against the iron grip still holding you in place against him. Bakugo released his grip on you, and you just fell forward against him, sniffling and letting the tears fall unhindered. Bakugo’s arms wrapped around you loosely as he brought both his hands up around the back of your head, fingers normally clenched in fists or pointed at villains and firing off deadly explosions now gently rubbing the soft fur of your ears as he got a closer look at what irritation he caught sight of earlier and what he saw made his stomach turn. “Why did you have rubber bands on your ears, Pup?” His tone was so marshmallow-y soft it melted away what remained of your fight or flight and left you just feeling surrounded in the best of ways. Made you feel like you hadn’t felt quite enough before...

Safe.

“They said floppy ears were for filthy, cheap mutts, and they had spent too much money on me,” your voice got small as you worried your bottom lip between your teeth, tiny fang drawing a pinprick of blood. “They sent me to go get them cropped because Master would pull my ears too hard whenever he saw them, but I didn’t wanna go-” a choked sob cut off your sentence, but you drew in a breath as Bakugo carded his fingers through your hair, occasionally reaching back up to gently rub your ears between his fingers. “I didn’t wanna go again because the first time they put me to sleep I woke up hurting so bad, so instead I went to the market and took rubber bands from the flower bouquets and wrapped my ears with bandages to look like I went... the other hybrids who got their ears cropped were in so much pain I didn’t wanna be in any more pain, I’m sorry I bit you I didn’t mean to I-” your rambling cut off as Bakugo pulled you tightly against his chest, face smushed against hard muscle as he just applied all-over pressure and soon you found yourself relaxing in his lap.

“Nothing about you is filthy, or cheap, or wrong.” Bakugo stated simply.

You didn’t anticipate the reaction you had when you heard those words, but the second they left the blonde’s mouth you were sobbing against his chest, fisting his hero costume and shaking as he simply let you sit with all you were feeling. Bakugo had continued to look up and check in with the Director and Hana; Hana, who Bakugo noted, was recording the pair with her phone – probably for records and research purposes. Bakugo didn’t mind one bit if it helped you in the end to be understood more. The Director was watching the whole scene unfold, taken back by the days' events already and hardly expecting what came of it – but she knew it more certainly than she did the weeks before when Bakugo first mentioned his interest in you.

You two were meant for each other.

*Bite force quotient (BFQ) is a numerical value commonly used to represent the bite force of an animal, while also taking factors like the animal's size into account.

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