“...you’re pretty.” you muttered stupidly, allowing this familiar stranger to help you slump onto the couch. you couldn’t tell if they were drunk too, or if your compliment had gotten to them, but his face had an undeniable blush spread across it.. “..thanks. you’re drunk.” his voice was gruff, yet soothing. you would hear it all day. you wanted to.

“oh really? i couldn’t tell.”

he let out a scoff at that, seemingly annoyed with you. but he didn't move from his position next to you.

“.. he does this a lot too.” there was a pause after you said that, as if the stranger was contemplating on whether or not to ask further. he brushed a hand through his unruly blonde hair, “who’s he?”

“my ex. he acted juuust like you.” you booped his nose as if for emphasis. “he’d act all tough, but he didn’t leave me. well, i guess he did leave, but that's besides the point.”

you didn’t see anyone next to you for a brief moment, making you think you hallucinated the whole thing, before a bottle of water was abruptly shoved in your face. “drink.”

he slid next to you again like it was natural, his hand moved to go around you by instinct, before he retracted it, you grabbed onto his arm. “..please.”

as if on cue he cradled you to his chest, taking the opportunity to press his head against the top of yours. “you feel like him too.” you mumbled, “sweaty hands and everything.”

he didn’t laugh, but you felt his smile against your head.

it was comforting, the best you’d felt in the months following your break up. you felt the drowsiness overcoming you, prompting you to move your head closer to his chest and lay against his heart. it felt like the same heart that served as your lullaby for years.

“..i hope he misses me.” your eyes were closed, that familiar feeling of comfort and space welcoming you, though the last words that echo through your mind and fuel your dreams sound just like katsuki’s.

Oughhhh you ask just the right questions every time i have daydreamed about this soooo often. I got like 4 different answers about how we're found out and I think that heavily influences whether or not he can be in one

Option 1 is our PR teams are scrambling cause part of my appeal is that i create sexy music for single 20-40 somethings to b feeling themselves to, and his appeal is being a very family friendly hero who teaches high school kids. they're trying SOOO hard to deny that we have any connection, but the evidence is pretty damning (a fan caught us kissing behind a building). in this case it would be a hard no for a while, should i feel inclined to actually listen to what our publicists are telling us. i have a hard time letting anyone dictate any of my decisions irl and in-verse

Option 2 is our teams run with the idea and start marketing izuku more to women cause its not like they can't see ppl thirsting over him already, and market our relationship as an ideal "goal" to have. I don't think his team would go that far yet as to let me include him in music videos yet cause well. My music is pretty damn risqué and the visuals match. but whenever they feel the need to stir the pot with "controversy" like around hero ranking time or maybe around when im releasing new music, sure

Option 3 is the reason people find out in the first place is cause I asked him to join me for an award show performance. I like to think he can dance pretty well if he's given enough instruction and time to get the choreography down. in this instance we both are really tired of having to hide because at the end of the day, you really only do get one life and we'll both be damned if we don't do what we want with ours. out of the 3 this seems closest to what i'd actually do because people telling my GROWN ass what i can and cannot do irks me deeply. it would be a spite thing lmfao. after that he features whenever i think it makes sense to include him. fans love to try spotting him and make a game of it

Option 4 has to do with my weird half baked idea of a reality competition show where idols and heroes swap jobs. of course we get paired together cause the producers are evil and are trying to actively expose us for views. as it turns out they don't even have to give us a crazy edit, our chemistry is just so LOUD that anyone with 2 brain cells to rub together can figure it out. that man cannot keep his hands off of me to save his life 😭. at some point in the show we have to make a music video so he stars in that one with me :) his visuals are saurrr killer that i start feelin a lil jealous that everyone gets to see it too 💔

(Suguru always adapts to the role he’s been given with exceeding diligence; you suppose you should have guessed he’d be like this once you started dating.

Still, the cold smile on his lips surprises you.)

”O-Of course you are.” Your tongue stumbles past the vowels, body caught between your classmate— your boyfriend— and the concrete-wall next to the vending machine. You didn’t have time to get anything before you were cornered. Since morning he’s been staring at you with enough intensity to burn your skin like wax, and now, it seems, his patience has run out. ”What’s this about?”

A dragonfly-hum bruises under the pocket of his pulse. Silence nestles itself into the span of one, two, three long seconds. It feels like twenty.

”That’s what I thought.” He lifts a hand to brush his fingers through your bangs, near-tender. ”… but you’re letting Satoru touch up on you like you’re his.”

You blink. You stare.

“why are you up?” he asks, already kicking the door shut behind him.

“i wanted to stay awake and wait for you,” you reply, voice hoarse and sleepy as you stretch your arms above your head. a tired yawn slips out right after, your eyes watering slightly.

“tch. i told you to stop doin’ that. you’re not getting enough sleep this way,” he says, brows furrowing as he walks closer. his tone isn’t harsh, just concerned.

“you know i don’t like sleeping alone,” you frown softly, watching him stop right in front of you. he drops his gym bag onto the floor with a dull thud before turning back to you fully.

“yeah, cause it’s sleeping that we do when we’re together, right?” he smirks, voice dripping with sarcasm.

OR or... he fucks you on top of a building when u guys are on patrol. other heroes might be watching? time to show off what they cant have !

i think there is a difference!! izuku is a natural pervert but YOU make bakugou a pervert … like he would be hard on an airplane because you mention in passing you’d love to join the mile high club with him n you purposely press into his thigh during take off — rubbing against him, saying you’re scared cause you knowwww bakugou loves being your big protective man of course he’s hard and you smell so good and you’re sitting so close he feels like a pervert loser because you start brushing your fingertips over his sweats like it means nothing when the flight attendant passes by and squeeze his shaft when he forgets to say please and thank you after ordering his plane food

falling into bed with your friends izuku and katsuki after a night of drinking and joking around and sharing bites of food from each other's hands...

the light is low in katsuki's apartment. you're hanging out there because he has a nicer place than you or izuku, and you two managed to talk him into cooking for you both. now the plates are stacked haphazardly near the kitchen sink, forgotten – they'll get done later. music plays from a speaker in the background, but you honestly couldn't say what genre it is, and it might as well be white noise for how much you're listening. katsuki and izuku sit in chairs facing the table, and you sit upon it in front of them, legs dangling, brushing their knees as you kick absentmindedly.

two sets of eyes are on you like predator on prey, carefully tracking each of your movements. you can tell – their eyes are heavy and lidded, and izuku sits perfectly still for once while katsuki fumbles with the edge of his jeans.... a rare sight.

you kick at izuku's shin, playfully, and he catches your foot and grips it, locking eyes with you for a second before he lets go. just a moment before, you were all laughing and smiling to your ears but now the music seems louder than it was and your three silence feels deafening.

to escape the tension you spring to your feet and sidle to the couch, sitting on it and patting the cushions on either side of your hips.

"come sit over here," you beckon, smiling despite the way your heart hammers in your ribcage. "it's comfier."

and so they do, walking over slowly and sitting on either side of you, and you're struck by how tall they both seem when you're sandwiched between them, how good their scents smell mixed together and how lightheaded it's making you feel.

you chat some more, but it's different. you keep getting distracted, gaze drifting to katsuki's spread legs and what lays between them. and you swear that izuku keeps inching closer and closer.... it must be true, because now he's practically pressed into your body and when you shift your weight you feel him, hard against your back.

your mind kind of goes blank and the next thing you register is falling forward because he keeps pressing in, bracing yourself by putting your hands on katsuki's knees... and then you see that he's hard too, straining against the fabric of his jeans. his face is a little flushed and his eyes scream sex and then izuku is in your ear, whispering, "look at that..." as he points to the bulge in front of you.

"i..." you swallow hard. debate with yourself for a moment before deciding to throw caution to the wind. "can i see?"

"yeah kacchan," izuku breathes behind you, dick twitching in his pants from his excitement. "can we see?"

with shaky agreement katsuki unbuttons and unzips and pulls himself out with a little gasp for you both to admire. his cock is veined and dripping with pre cum that pearls from his blushed tip and drips onto the length of his shaft. he's so hard you wonder if it hurts.... so you ask him, "does it hurt?"

despite the flush on his skin he scoffs. "what, bein' hard?"

you nod. "yeah, looks... uncomfortable." behind you izuku licks his lips. you can feel his heart racing in his chest and clearly picture his lustful expression in your mind.

"no, it doesn't hurt..." katsuki mumbles.

"it could feel better though, right?" izuku pipes in. katsuki gives him a hard, long stare, narrowing his eyes just slightly before he nods.

"yeah."

"hey," izuku says then, like he just had a thought. "i have an idea." he runs his palm down your arm and grasps your hand, before leaning you both forward and closing your fingers around katsuki's cock. you both can't help but react, gasping and reeling at the contact but staying right where you are. "why don't you help him out? friends help each other, right?"

"yeah," you agree, transfixed by the dick in your hand. you experimentally tighten your grip and katsuki lets out a shaky breath. huh. you never thought you'd see him so entirely subdued like this, and it's doing things to you. you squirm a little, shifting your thighs to ease some of the heat that dwells between them. "you want my help, kacchan?"

another shaky breath. "yeah. yes, please."

before you can even flick your wrist, izuku's hands come around your waist, one pressing into your abdomen and the other gripping your thigh so hard it might bruise later.