PandafromCanada

CW: teacher x student, age difference, smut, daddy kink, slight degradation kink

Megumi was frustrated. Sexually frustrated to be exact. It had been weeks since his last good fucking, since the last time he thought he was going to pass out because he had cummed too many times. It was absolutely infuriating knowing that he’d gone almost an entire two weeks without a real dick up his ass or down his throat. And the only person to blame was one Ryoumen Sukuna.

The homeroom teacher had basically taken sex off the table in the last few weeks as finals crept closer and more and more paperwork was piled onto his desk. 

Megumi understood, he really did, but that didn’t stop the burning ache he felt every time he saw his teacher at the front of the class. It’s like he was thrown back into his first year when Sukuna was some unattainable figure, someone he could stare at but never touch. It was agony all over again. 

All he wanted was to be back in the arms of the one he loved. 

And Fushiguro Megumi always got what he wanted.

It took no time at all to cook up a plan. Every day the teachers go to eat together, leaving one Ryoumen Sukuna alone in the faculty room (Sukuna hated interacting with the other teachers more than he had to). It would be easy to slip into the room and have his way with his teacher, they had done it dozens of times before. 

So that’s what Megumi did.

He skipped his lunch period in favor of creeping down the hall and around the corner to the faculty room, where the door was left open just a tad, just enough for Megumi to get close and peek inside. The room was empty, the teacher’s desks all left cluttered with strewn about work supplies. The only person left stood next to the copier on the other side of the room, back to the door and absorbed in getting the machine to work. 

Perfect.

Megumi was able to lower himself to the ground and awkwardly duck waddle over to Sukuna’s desk. As he moved the chair, Megumi caught sight of his long-lost thermos, the one Sukuna swears he couldn’t find around his apartment. 

The sentimental bastard. 

Megumi refocused himself, crawling all the way underneath the desk and replacing the chair so that he was completely hidden. “Stupid machine, taking forever to print out a few lousy pieces of paper.” Megumi could hear Sukuna’s agitated muttering. He couldn’t wait to fix that mood.

Sukuna pulled out the chair and promptly sat down, legs sliding under the desk and barely missing hitting Megumi. He could hear slurping from above him, Sukuna eating whatever he had packed in the thermos. Oh, Megumi would make him choke on his lunch.

Without hesitation, Megumi slid both his hands from Sukuna’s knees to his crotch. There was a loud gasp, followed by a curse then the wheels of the chair rolling backward as Sukuna ducked his head to check what had just touched him.

“Fushiguro Megumi, you little minx.” Sukuna breathed, visible relaxation coming to his face at seeing it was his beloved under the desk. “What are you doing? I’m trying to have lunch.”

“Well, I was about to have my own meal before you moved.” 

Sukuna rolled his eyes. “What did I tell you about finals? I have to focus on getting everything prepared.” 

Megumi leaned forward to better look at his teacher. “I know. That’s why I’m only going to suck you off, that way you can keep working.” He explained. 

Sukuna smirked, obviously interested in the prospect. There was still hesitation though. Megumi could fix that.

“Come on, daddy. Don’t you want my pretty little mouth around your big, fat cock? I promise I’ll do a real good job. I’ll suck you /all/ the way down.” Megumi traced his finger down his throat to emphasize just how deep he’d take the teacher. Hell, he even batted his long eyelashes he knew Sukuna was an absolute sucker for. 

“You drive a hard bargain, darling. How could I deny you now?” Sukuna lifted his head, double-checking there wasn’t anyone else in the room before making eye contact with the student, smirk gracing his face. “Go ahead, doll, get to it.” 

No more encouragement was needed. Megumi reached forward, putting his hands back on Sukuna’s knees and slowly running up his thighs and right over the bulge that was Sukuna’s soft cock. Megumi gave the bulge a few rubs through thin slacks before finally undoing the belt buckle and unzipping the pants. As a precaution, Megumi only pulled Sukuna’s cock from his underwear, letting it flop out and gaze at it in it’s quickly hardening glory. 

Megumi spit in his hand, making sure to make eye contact as he let the saliva drip between his fingers. Megumi could see Sukuna’s breath begin to pick up as he brought the spit soaked hand to the half hard cock. He gave a few pumps, loose and all wrist as he kept a strong look locked on Sukuna. Megumi loved watching the man lose his composure because of /him/. 

He leaned forward and gave a few kitten licks to the tip of the now completely hard dick in his hand. Megumi allowed his tongue to play, dipping into the slit and down the shaft as Megumi’s hand kept twisting a loose fist around the base. Spitting and kissing, getting the dick nice and wet while he mentally prepared himself to choke on it. 

When Megumi’s mouth was back on the tip, just sucking lightly, Sukuna’s hand came to grip the back of his head. “Come on, doll.  What happened to all that big talk from earlier? We don’t have all day. Get to it.”

Megumi huffed, glaring at Sukuna as he complied, finally taking him into his mouth. 

Sukuna was no average man, in any aspect, but especially when it came to his dick. No matter how many times Megumi had it in him, he was always taken aback. It was truly wonderful.

Megumi could already feel the ache in his jaw as he had to stretch his mouth wide to take the entire thing. Actively attempting to open his throat as he kept sinking lower and lower onto the cock, feeling it pass his uvula and enter his throat. Megumi gagged, barely able to cough with his mouth stuffed, soothed by a shushing Sukuna. 

At long last, Megumi’s nose landed in dark, curly pubes. “Atta boy, Megumi.” Sukuna praised, gently petting the student as he adjusted to the intrusion. 

Of course, Sukuna had no decency and when he deemed Megumi was more than accustomed, he proceeded to curl his fingers into Megumi’s hair and pull him off his dick only to force him back down. Megumi really did gag then, the sudden rough treatment not new or unwelcomed. 

Megumi completely let his throat go lax, both hands on Sukuna’s thighs for support and eyes rolled to the back of his head. “What a good boy, you are, letting daddy fuck your face.” 

Drool spilled from the sides of Megumi's mouth, actually dropping onto the floor below him. It felt so good to be used that Megumi just had to sneak a hand down into his own school slacks to free his own wet cock. Drops of precum dribbling from the tip and mixing with drool to make a small puddle. 

“Fuck, look at you. You’re such a fucking mess. A real slut for this cock, aren’t you?”

Megumi moaned in agreement. 

Sukuna continued to force Megumi’s head down, continued to punch his throat and bruise his mouth and absolute /use/ him. “Shit, you’re mouth feels so fucking good.” 

Megumi moaned when Sukuna threw his head back, gripping his head with both hands now as he sped up the movements. “I’m so fucking close,” Megumi hummed, adding some stimulation for his teacher as he jerked himself off faster. 

Just as Megumi was sure Sukuna was about to cum, the man stopped. Hands stilling Megumi’s head and sitting up straight in his chair. Megumi wanted to groan at the lack of movement. How dare he stop when Megumi was so close?

“Sukuna, lovely to see you here.” Came the voice of what Megumi would only guess was another teacher. “ I had a few questions about the upcoming exams.”

Sukuna cleared his throat, scooting his chair in further and crowding megumi under the desk. He was probably trying to hide Megumi better but in reality he was simply stuffing his dick deeper into the teen’s mouth. 

Memgumi might as well have forgotten about the other teacher. He was too focused on the throbbing dick in his mouth. Caution to the wind, Megumi began to suck hard on the appendage. Humming and slobbering and absolutely devouring the thing. 

A cough was heard from above him before a hand shot under the desk and forcibly held Megumi all the way down to the root, keeping him still. “I’m sorry, I’m pretty swamped with my own work right now. Why don’t you come by tomorrow and we can discuss this more.” 

Megumi reached to rub Sukuna’s balls through the pants, causing Sukuna to cough again. “Are you okay, Sukuna? Your face is pretty red.”

“Yes, yes, I’m perfectly fine. Now leave me alone to finish my work.” Sukuna barked at whoever was in the room. 

Followed was a huff, the sound of the door opening and closing, then an angry Sukuna rolling back in the chair and completely dislodging his dick from Megumi. 

“You little slut. Couldn’t wait for one moment, could you? Couldn’t help yourself? Hmm?” 

Megumi was lost in haze, no longer caring about the trouble they could have gotten in. “I’m sorry, daddy. Your dick is just too good. Please, daddy, let me finish. Let me finish.” 

Sukuna sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “What am I going to do with you?” 

He sighed again before placing a gentle hand under Megumi’s chin and tilting his head to look properly at Sukuna. “Open wide, doll. I’m gonna cum straight down that pretty little throat of yours.”

Obedient as ever, Megumi opened his mouth wide to allow Sukuna to glide his cock back in. Megumi gurgled, spewing more precum from his own cock. 

Megumi sucked hard, bobbing like mad until finally Sukuna groaned loud and spilled into the back of his mouth and straight down his throat as promised. It was hot and salty and just what Megumi needed to finish jerking himself to completion, cumming all over the floor. 

Sukuna pulled out, grabbing his chin and pointing Megumi’s hazy eyes to him. “Open. Let me see.” Megumi opened, showing his empty mouth. “Mmm, good boy.”

Slowly, Sukuna guided Megumi to his feet and stood him before the chair. He tucked the boy’s penis away and zipped him up then stood himself to look down at the student. He combed his fingers through Megumi’s eternally unruly hair then gave a tender kiss to the boy’s lips. “Go get cleaned up, doll. Class starts in a few. I’ll clean up here.” 

Megumi whined, tugging lightly on Sukuna’s shirt. He didn’t want to leave the teacher’s side yet. 

It’s a medieval au where Sukuna is the next in line for his throne but he’s still a kid, like wayyy young kid. The Zenin’s need an heir to be married off to them for political reasons, but they don’t have one.

Basically, Megumi was born for the sole purpose of being married away to Sukuna.

Sukuna is told his whole life that a beautiful prince was made especially for him, someone who was only his literally since the day he was conceived.

Of course Sukuna runs wild with this idea.

Someone who was made /specifically for him/? Just wow. Sukuna can’t wait to meet this person, the one meant for him.

And they meet pretty young. They have to wait for when Megumi is actually old enough to talk and walk and not be a complete disaster when meeting his betrothed.

So Megumi is like 10 and Sukuna is like 17 when they finally meet each other. Sukuna is everything Megumi expected.

Megumi.... not so much. With the way everyone waxed poetry about Megumi, Sukuna was expecting way more than the little string bean that strode into the palace, clothes way too big and hair a complete mess.

Not to mention the age difference.

It never clicked with Sukuna that Megumi would be so young. But Sukuna gives him a chance and shows Megumi around his future palace.

Megumi’s attitude is way different than anything Sukuna had thought. He’s brass and straight forward and surprisingly opinionated.

They don’t have the best start to their relationship.

Over the years, they don’t get along at all really. They don’t meet again after that, Sukuna swamped with royal duties and prepping to be crowned king while Megumi has to drill the proper etiquette of a queen.

When they meet again, it’s ten years later. Sukuna is about to be crowned king, but only after he married his betrothed. He is not looking forward to it.

Sukuna can only imagine Megumi got worse with age. More crass, more bold, and more messy.

He was right, sorta. Megumi is definitely more crass and bold but man is he a beauty now. Long eyelashes and pale beautiful skin. His hair is still a mess but now in the “I just had sex” kind of way that drives Sukuna crazy.

Suddenly he’s not so apprehensive about marrying him.

They don’t get a chance to talk much, busy getting married and what not. When they finally get a minute alone, it’s likes they’re zapped back to 10 years ago when Sukuna was dragging him around the palace, showing him the duck ponds.

Megumi is very open about what he thinks about everything, about the marriage and how he’s expected to be a quiet, dutiful husband. He doesn’t like it.

And after hearing all of what Megumi has to say, Sukuna doesn’t like it either.

This strong, beautiful man should be allowed to share his mind too. Sukuna sees that, sees the fire in his eyes and already knows he’s in deep shit.

But slowly over time, Yuuji starts to see changes in Megumi. It’s subtle at first, nothing to really be alarmed about.

They begin to spend less intimate time together but that’s not too bad. They can’t be having sex all the time.

Then Megumi stops laughing at his jokes as often. Or spending the night in his room. Or even kissing him good morning.

Yuuji thinks they’re just drifting, that if he tries they can get close again.

It’s then that he starts seeing the tell tale signs of cheating. The looks of guilt on Megumi’s face, the way Megumi is suddenly interested in things he never was before.

Worst is how during the few nights Megumi does agree to have sex with him, Megumi has what looks like to be the fading marks of someone else. Definitely not Yuuji, he hates being that rough with his boyfriend.

It all just overwhelms Yuuji. He doesn’t know who the other person could be. Megumi rarely hangs out with anyone enough for anyone to be a suspect.

Instead of trying to crack the case, Yuuji figures it’s better to simply try to woo Megumi into loving only him again.

So that’s what he does. Yuuji takes his boyfriend out on dates and brings him flowers and showers him in affection. All of it results in a very guilty looking Megumi.

In one of his last attempts, Yuuji seduces Megumi. Takes him to bed and tries his hardest to show his love.

They’re in the middle of sex, Yuuji’s cock deep in Megumi and pounding away at his prostate when it happens.

Megumi’s mouth opens wide to moan, to scream and “oh god, Sukuna!” slips out so easily, so naturally that Yuuji actually freezes mid stroke.

It all comes crashing down on him. Everything begins to add up. Megumi’s new interests in feudal Japan and his research on centuries old curses. The harsh bite marks and bruises on his body.

The long nights of Yuuji not remembering a thing. The days where he’s standing in his room, sun shining only to come to hours later, dark and not knowing where the time wet.

It all makes too much sense.

The look of guilt on Megumi’s face comes back tenfold, both his hands clasped on his mouth like he was also surprised at what he said.

They pull apart, dress in silence before both boys come to sit back on the bed.

There’s only a few questions Yuuji needs to ask.

“Do you love me?”

“Yes”

“Do you love him?”

“Yes”

“Do...” the last question stings in his throat “do you love him more than me?”

Megumi’s silence is all Yuuji needs to confirm it all.

Yuuji doesn’t excuse himself, he simply gets up and leaves to his own room to curl up and sob. Who knew heartbreak hurt so bad?

The first time Bakugou tries to give Kirishima a blowjob, he almost fucking throws up.

Like almost on his boyfriend’s dick.

Can’t blame him. He’s never given head before so his gag reflex is very much intact and working.

Bakugou was fucking livid with himself that he wasn’t the best at it.

So he buys himself a XL dildo because it needs to be as big as Kiri, and goes to town practicing on it.

He practices every night causing his voice to be hoarse every morning and his throat to be sore.

But it doesn’t matter, he’s gonna be the best no matter what.

Kirishima is confused by it all. Bakugou keeps cutting their hangouts short and won’t tell Kiri why. Just says to hang in there a couple more days.

Whatever that means.

But boy, oh boy! Is Kiri glad he trusted Bakugou.

About two weeks later, bBalugou comes charging into his room and waste no time in whipping out Kiri’s dick and downing it like a champ.

Kiri is fucking stunned, and hella aroused. How could he not be?

His super sexy boyfriend is sucking his dick like his life depended on it. As if Kirishima’s cum was the cure to cancer and Bakugou was assigned to retrieved it.

Damn, was it good.

Not only for Kirishima, but also for Bakugou. Who knew he’d enjoy sucking Kiri’s fucking monster cock so much?

His mind is zapped of all functions, leaving his just a face for his boyfriend to fuck.

Bakugou is absolutely drunk on the feel of a real dick in his throat, of the smell of Kirishima’s balls. Fucking gone on the way Kirishima’s big, manly hands hold his head down.

Its fucking stupid how much he loves it. And Bakugou has no complaints.

When Kirishima finally cums, it’s down the back of Bakugou’s throat, both hands on his head and face smothered in black pubes.

Again, Bakugou has no complaints, even as the salty liquid gushes down the back of his throat and drips out the sides of his mouth.

Kirishima has never cum that hard in his life.

He flops onto his bed the moment Bakugou pulls off of him, exhausted and beyond satisfied.

Like this dude is loud all the time, why wouldn’t it translate into the bedroom when his hot as fuck mammoth of a boyfriend is plowing him into the mattress??

I imagine it’s mostly because Bakugou just gets so caught up in the moment and the feeling of being intimate and close with the person he loves just takes over his rational thoughts.

He just loses himself to the sensations Kirishima causes to his body and the only thing he can possibly do beside hold on for dear life is scream unintelligible things at the top of his lungs.

It also doesn’t help that Kirishima is a rowdy monster in bed with a giant shlong so Bakugou can’t help but become a crying mess during sex.

And yes! CRYING! I can’t imagine Kiribaku having sex and Kirishima not being fucking a dick down god.

I also picture Kiri as being more on the rough side usually during so that’s another factor as to why Bakugou can’t be quiet.

Best part: Kiri keeps having to tell Bakugou to shut up or they’ll get in trouble. (He not serious tho. He loves the way Baku sounds during sex.)

I imagine this is also the beginnings of their kink journey. They’re still in UA at this point tho so they’re not doing anything too crazy but it definitely opens doors for later in life.

It’s one sided bkdk. Deku being completely and utterly in love with Bakugou, spending years holding onto the hope that one day they’ll be friends, be lovers.

Deku holding on with his whole heart because Bakugou’s been getting better. Everyday he’s less mean, more open with him.

He’s getting better and it fuels the fire that is Deku’s love for his childhood friend.

And it’s years in the making. Deku can feel it. They’re pro heroes and Bakugou is always working with Deku’s agency.

Deku’s been thinking about officially asking him to partner up with him.

He feels like it’s about time he makes his move, confesses his love to Bakugou.

That’s when Bakugou announces at class 1A reunion that he and Kirishima are opening their own agency.

They’re doing more than that, they’re getting married and all “you extras” are invited.

Deku swears his heart is in his stomach. He feels like an idiot.

He’s spent literal years thinking that him and Bakugou were the inevitable. That one day, Bakugou was gonna wake up realizing the one for him is Deku, just how Deku realized that it was Bakugou and no one else.

He grits his teeth. Congratulates the pair, promises to attend the wedding when the couple asks him to come.

He doesn’t know how he’ll do it, sit through watching the love of his life marry someone else.

But Deku’s a good friend, regardless of his own feelings. He goes to the wedding, and gets completely plastered before the thing even starts.

He sneaks into the back, he’s gonna find Bakugou’s dressing room and he’s gonna tell him how he’s felt for so long.

He needs to.

He barges in on Bakugou looking at himself in his suit. He looks gorgeous, so fucking gorgeous.

It should be him, Deku should be the reason Bakugou looks so pretty.

Bakugou’s confused, he’s asking Deku something but he’s too distracted and drunk to get what he’s saying.

He has to say it, he has to before it’s too late, before Bakugou becomes a married man.

“I love you, Kacchan. I’ve loved you since we were 16. I love you with everything I have. I want to open an agency with you and be your husband. That’s how it’s supposed to be. It’s supposed to be me you’re marrying. I’m your soulmate. I know I am because your mine.”

It’s not much but it’s the words that were eating him away for years.

Bakugou’s confused, his brows are pinching together and his lip is slightly pouty, and Deku can’t stop himself from lunging forward and kissing that pout.

Kissing the person he’s wanted for years.

It only lasts a moment- one glorious moment- before Bakugou is shoving him away, slapping Deku across the face and covering his own mouth.

He beyond shocked. They both are, but Deku doesn’t regret it. He had to get it out in the open before Bakugou made the huge mistake of marrying Kirishima.

“You had your chance. You never said anything, never did anything. I’ve moved on. I’m more than happy now”

Before either can say anything more, Kiri walks in too impatient to see Bakugou. He doesn’t catch on completely to what’s happening. Has no idea what transpired between the two in the room.

Deku wants to cry. He leaves, doesn’t attend the wedding, he doesn’t think he can do watch Bakugou kiss Kirishima and officially close the door on them.

It’s so stupid, even more so now, knowing he could have had it all. Could have been the one.

He let Bakugou get away and now he’s happy without him.

Them sitting in a pool of blood, not too sure how much is Megumi’s and how much is the other guys. The one that did this to the king of curses one and only. Sukuna holding Megumi close in his lap. Sukuna crying and begging Megumi not to leave him. To stay with him.

How is he supposed to take over he world is Megumi’s not there beside him? How’s he supposed to keep on loving for the next hundred years without Megumi? How can he do anything without Megumi?

Megumi dying in Sukuna’s arms like some cliche bullshit. Sukuna screaming in rage and anguish that he couldn’t save the one person he gave a damn about.

Sukuna being lost, not knowing what the next move is. All he knows is he refuses to let Megumi go so they sit there.

In the pool of blood, Sukuna holding Megumi’s limp, cold body to his. Hoping by some weird twist of fate that Megumi will come back to him.

He doesn’t.

Sukuna feels something he’s never felt before. He’s feels fucking broken, in every sense go the word.

He hates it. He hates it all. He hates the feeling. He hates himself for not doing more. He hates the world for taking away the only thing he’s loved in his entire life.

He doesn’t know how to deal so he fucking sets the world on fire. He has no reason to remake the world anymore. It’s pointless without Megumi.

CW: Slight angst; mentioned violenced; anxiety attack

Bakugo had gotten much better over the years with how to handle his anxieties and nightmares. Sure, he still had his moments, he learned to manage them, not make them go away entirely.

He went to therapy once a week now and as much as he hated to admit it, it was helping a lot. He had learned to be more open with his loved ones about how he was feeling. Finally figured out that holding it all in until he exploded wasn't the best way to cope with stuff.

Not that he was talking with just anyone about his shit.

Hell no.

The only person Bakugou was comfortable being so vulnerable with was his best friend and long-term boyfriend, Kirishima.

Kirishima was there when all of Bakugou's major trauma happened. Why wouldn't he talk to the one person who might actually understand him?

It was easier most days. But being a pro hero wasn't a job without bad days.

Like today.

Today Bakugou hadn't been on top of his game. He was slow, tired from overworking himself. He should've listened to Kirishima and taken a day off.

Now here he was, barely making it in time to see that poor woman's arm get blown off. He made it just in time to see her be flung on the side of the building, blood splatter as her arm was thrown in the opposite direction.

He had been too slow.

Fuck!

Bakugou launched himself at the villain trying to make a getaway from the bank, bags of money in hand.

That guy- that guy used explosives just for some stupid cash? In the middle of downtown?

Bakugou practically flew across the debris to crash into the man.

He was too easy to take down. Too weak with a useless quirk. One well-aimed punch had him down for the count.

That didn't change the fact that the villain had used explosives to blow a hole in the bank wall, completely uncaring about who could be on the other side.

Bakugou wanted to beat him, drive him through the earth and make him pay.

But he couldn't. He had to go and focus on the woman bleeding out.

The ambulance arrived not long after. Someone must have called.

They took her away, found her detached arm under some rubble. Told Bakugou they'd let him know how she was once they figured it out.

Bakugou was grateful. To them at least.

Bakugou had been practically useless. He hadn't responded fast enough to the bank robbery call. Too tired, too weak to be able to make it in time before someone got hurt. So seriously hurt.

Feelings of inadequacy bubbled up in his chest. He was so fucking lame.

Bakugou shook his head. He couldn't breakdown here. He had to finish up his patrol, go to the agency, make his report then head home.

So that's exactly what he did.

He kept his shit together on the long way home.

Bakugou burst through the front door, slamming it behind him and rushing into his bedroom, completely ignoring the surprised redhead on the couch.

Bakugou tore at his own clothes. They were too tight, he couldn't breathe with them on, they were too fucking tight.

He had to get them off, he had to.

Bakugou wiggled out of his shirt, feeling all over his bare torso for what was keeping him from breathing.

Why was he so fucking weak? He couldn't even save one person. And he dared call himself a hero? Pathetic.

Bakugou was so pathetic.

Bakugou wrapped his arms around himself, trying to apply pressure t his panicking body. He needed more pressure to make it okay.

And because he was the most perfect boyfriend, Kirishima walked through the bedroom door then. Immediately knowing what the blond needed.

He didn't need to be told, didn't need Bakugo to snap at him and give him orders. Kiri just slipped off his own shirt, tossing it to the side as he stepped up to Bakugou and completely engulfed him in his massive arms.

Kiri could feel him vibrating.

Bakugou was shaking.

"It's okay, sweetheart. It's gonna be okay." Kirishima whispered right in Baku's ear. He squeezed tight, putting pressure.

Not enough though. Bakugou needs more. Bakugou grabs for Kiri's shoulders, needing to cling closer.

"Don't worry, I've got ya." Kirishima slowly walked Bakugou back toward their bed, slowly lowered them both down onto it.

Bakugou's back to the bed, Kirishima's bare chest to his own.

Kirishima was a solid foot taller than him, a good 100 pounds heavier too. That much weight on top of one person should be uncomfortable. Should make it hard to breathe.

Not for Bakugou.

Having the entirety of the man he loves lay on top of him, force him down and hold him still made breathing a lot easier for Bakugou actually.

Made him have to consciously think about his breaths, to take long deep ones instead of his earlier panicked ones.

Bakugou doesn't know how long they lay there together. Doesn't really care. All he can focus on are his own breaths and Kirishima's calming words drifting through the air.

"I love you, Bakugou. I've got you. Just relax now, I've got you."

"I love you too." Bakugou thinks.

He can't say it now, too focused on his breathing and calming down to even open his mouth. But he does love Kirishima. He loves him with all that he is.

He'll be sure to tell Kiri once he's calmed down.

Summary:

Fushiguro Megumi is a young and promising witch. He has quite the talent for summoning and controlling familiars. So much so he finds it mundane.