Restless Writers

Aizawa let a long sigh left his lips as he sank into the large sofa his black hair spilling around him. He was worn to the bone between his teaching and weekend hero work he didn’t have much time to clear his head. Everyday he spent instructing his students or reprimanding criminals. What a life it was being a hero and teacher, not what he imagined it but it was his life nonetheless. Usually he got an evening to let himself relax and for once not be in charge of something, but the usual source of this entertainment had been busy with its own things late into the night. Often returning at the hours of ten and eleven long after Aizawa had slipped into bed. That was why it startled him to hear the front door creak open an hour after he himself had returned home. Aizawa’s tired eyes drifted to the hallway just past the door wondering if he was just hearing things. 

    “I’m home!” A voice called not long after the door shut. Aizawa got to his feet meeting the voice halfway. He casually slumped over the shoulder of the person. 

“Welcome home Zashi,” the black haired man relaxed happy to have the loudmouth hero home. 

“Miss me that much did ya?” Hizashi pet Aizawa as he rested against his back. 

“Yea,” Aizawa let out tiredly getting back to his feet trudging back to the living room. 

“Awe, no welcome home kiss? Come back here K.I.T.T.E.N,” Aizawa had waited days to hear that word slip form the lips of his favorite blonde. Immediately he turned returning to Hizashi without any prompting he kissed the blonde far to eager than he wished to show. “There it is,” Hizashi whispered against Aizawa’s lips as he pulled away from the kiss. The hand wrapped in his messy black hair pulled ever so slightly, sending a slight tingle down Aizawa’s spine. “Neat trick kitten, I didn’t know you could stand on two legs,” Aizawa didn’t need to be told twice, he understood what Hizashi wanted. He went down to his knees first before resting his palms on the cold wood floor. 

“Mew,” the sound was gruff and unrefined, not something you would expect from the homeroom teacher. But it earned him praise, it was simple but he loved it. He loved how Hizashi leaned down and scratched under his chin. Aizawa gently rubbed against Hizashi’s leg before prancing away to the bedroom to get something. He glanced over his shoulder watching Hizashi takes his place on the couch turning on the tv as he sank into the cushions. Aizawa closed the door behind him before standing walking to his side of the bed. As he sat down, he pulled out a small box that contained what he was looking for. Aizawa remembered the day Hizashi returned home holding a bag from the pet store. 

‘I am not wearing that,’ Aizawa pointed to the black collar resting in the hand of his lover. ‘What makes you think this is a good idea?’

‘Come on kitten,’ the dark haired man shivered as Hizashi stepped close to him nipping at his neck before whispering. ‘Let's give this a try. I have a feeling you’ll enjoy the release it gives you,’ the hushed tone sent chills down Aizawa’s spine breath hitching in his throat. He hadn’t realized the sleek black collar that once rested in the hands of the blonde was now wrapped around his neck. He was pulled from his trance as Hizashi yanked on the metal loop sending Aizawa to the floor. Black orbs met the green ones staring back at him. ‘I told you,’

Aizawa smiled remembering how this crazy scenario started, and to his surprise he enjoyed every second of it. It took time for him to adjust to wearing the strange get up but now there were days he almost begged to. Though his pride would never let him admit it. After a few more seconds of thought he heard the tv turn up. A sign he was taking a touch too long. Getting the memo Aizawa scooped up his hair tying it back into a messy bun, before stripping to his boxers. He reached down into the box pulling out the first item, the ears they acted like a fluffy hair accessory that clipped into his hair which he found much more enjoyable than having to untangle the headband from his wild hair. Next he pulled out the collar, still the same from once they started sleek black nothing fancy. Over time they added on more to what he wore. A tail that clipped to his boxers (useless in the end but Hizashi liked it), and lastly black wrist and ankle cuffs that could be attached together by a simple clip. With one final check he was ready, he walked to the door opening it before dropping back onto all fours. 

“Is that you kitten?” The voice on the couch called out with an underlying tone. Aizawa tensed wondering if he had taken too long to get ready. He crawled over to the couch rubbing against Hizashi’s leg as a greeting. “There you are, I was concerned that something was wrong,” he gave Aizawa a pat on the head between the ears eyes never leaving the tv. “Now that I see you’re fine,” the hand gently petting his head suddenly grabbed hold of the messy locks pulling him up just slightly. “I can punish you for making me wait,” Hizashi finally looked at Aizawa hand still wrapped in the black hair. The smirk gracing his lips made Aizawa shudder with the anticipation. “Let me check to make sure you did it correctly. Don’t move,” 

“Murr,” Aizawa stood still in the center of the living room getting his usual inspection from his husband. Hizashi always checked Aizawa before they played. Each day the blonde started in a different spot to keep Aizawa on his toes. Today Hizashi knelt down in front of the erasing hero tipping his chin up. Carefully the blonde looped a finger through the metal ring on the collar giving it a pull. When he pulled he saw that the space between the collar and his lovers neck was much too big. Aizawa’s legs trembled ever so slightly eyes searching for any telling emotion in Hizashi’s eyes. Hizashi didn’t give him the satisfaction he dropped the collar continuing his inspection. The ears were fine, tail good. Much like the collar Aizawa’s cuffs were loose. 

“Paw,” tone hushed but demanding Aizawa to lift one of his arms resting his hand in the palm of the blonde’s. Hizashi grabbed the hand holding it tight as he adjusted the cuff. Quietly he repeated the action three more times before he returned to kneel in front of Aizawa grasping the collar again. “Such a sloppy kitten, your cuffs were too loose. As well a your collar,” between the loose stand of his black hair Aizawa watched Hizashi’s calm face shift into one of slight anger. Before he could give a mew of apology he felt the collar tighten slightly. “I’m very disappointed kitten,” Hizashi gripped the leather in his hand watching his lover shake in anticipation pleasure coursing through his pent up body. As he eyed the man below him he felt his own body begin to tingle heat pooling to his lower abdomen. 

“Mew,” eyes locking on the blonde he called out pulling Hizashi from his trance. Aizawa could tell he needed this just as much as his lover did. 

“Shh, I’m not done yet,” Aizawa shut his mouth feeling the leather around his throat get tighter, much tighter. Soon he was unable to breathe, shoulders trembling as the pleasure invaded his veins making his blood hot. He watched the blonde as the blonde watched him. 

“Good kitten,” the loudmouth finally praised releasing the collar, allowing air to fill Aizawa’s lungs again. Hizashi waited a moment before making the final adjustment on the collar. After it was set to the way he liked it the blonde sat back on the couch legs spread. “Are you hungry kitten?” He couldn’t help but smirk as Aizawa pranced over excitedly. 

“Mew, mew,” his dark hair bounced as he made his way over to his husband answering his question by his action. Lust glazing his eyes as he grabbed the zipper on Hizashi’s pants with his teeth tugging it down before nuzzling the blondes crotch asking for his help. 

“Need help? Such a good boy asking,” the blonde pat his head before shifting his hips up off the couch sliding his pants down, then his boxers. Aizawa stared at his now bare crotch taking in the glory that was his husband. After Hizashi was settled back on the couch the dark haired man wasted no time getting to work. His tongue darted out between his lips giving a long slow lick up the shaft eyes waiting for signs of approval from Hizashi to continue. “Good kitten,” with that Aizawa opened his mouth taking in his husbands dick licking as he went. It still baffled him that he was able to take in the entirety that was his husbands dick, sure it took time and practice but he never expected to be able to in the end. Yet there he was on their living room floor engulfing his husband with practiced experience, tip fully buried in the back of his throat. 

Eyes hazed with lust almost rolling into the back of his head as he pulled back only to swallow it again. Saliva rolled down his chin falling to the floor as he sucked occasionally rolling his tongue along the shaft. Hizashi groaned head tipping back resting on the back of the couch. “Damn kitten, so good,” he breathed out lust taking over his body. In seconds he wrapped his hands in the long black hair he loved so much holding the head it was attached to still. His hips bucked upward into the tight hot throat his eyes watching Aizawa’s loving the look he got in return. “Fuck, kitten,” he gripped the black locks tighter thrusting harder, and desperately fast chasing the feeling that knotted in his veins. Suddenly he pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in letting the pleasure take control. 

Aizawa felt his pleasure build as his throat was continuously slammed into. Not long after he felt hot ribbons spurt in the back of his throat his own body tingling from the sensation. “Show me,” pulled back to reality by the voice of his lover realizing he had pulled his dick out. As commanded Aizawa opened his mouth tongue falling out cum and drool falling to the floor below him. “Swallow,” Aizawa obeyed closing his mouth swallowing the tick salty cum. He again opened his mouth presenting to Hizashi that he swallowed as told. “What a good slutty kitten you are,” he reached down petting Aizawa praising him. 

“Purr,” the sound was hoarse his throat now a touch raw from the harsh but pleasurable attention he got from Hizashi. Gently he rubbed against the blondes palm loving the praise he was given. Waves of pleasure crashed over him as something touched his crotch, it was more like someone. He looked down seeing the long skinny hand resting on his crotch, the hand that was attached to his beloved husband. The slender fingers tightened on him ever so slightly making Aizawa’s hips tremble a strangled moan slipping through his lips. “Mew~” the sound caused a sense of renewed pleasure to return to the blonde. 

“Did you like that kitten?” His grip got tighter watching his husband to squirm under him. “Show me what you want kitten,” Aizawa reluctantly pulled away from Hizashi’s hand prancing forward a bit then turned facing his back to the blonde pulling his boxers off happy to finally be rid of them. 

“Mew, mew,” he let out almost desperately shaking his ass to get his point across. Clearly it was, Hizashi stalked over towering over Aizawa from his standing position. “Mew,” he let the small sound out shaking his ass more. Those cruel slender fingers snaked their way onto his ass groping it harshly before slapping it. 

“Open up,” he shoved his fingers in Aizawa’s face giving him an order. The erasing hero opened his mouth allowing the fingers to plunge in being coated in his saliva, the nimble appendages played with his tongue as he closed his mouth sucking gently. Behind him he heard Hizashi shuffle around opening the drawer to the coffee table pulling something out. As he casually sucked on the fingers he heard a small popping sound. It sounded much like a cap to a lube container. By the sound he knew what it was, especially as a cold slimy texture met his ass. The fingers he so skillfully sucked on removed themselves from his mouth. “Relax for me,” Aizawa shivered when the hot breath reached his ears. 

“Mew,” he replied his shoulders relaxing then his hips and legs. When his entire body was relaxed he felt a slight pressure slip into his ass stopping when it was fully immersed. 

“That’s good kitten,” the voice was gentle tone soft bringing Aizawa back to earth. Hizashi was always gentle starting out, making sure that he wasn’t hurting the dark haired man. Accidentally any way, after a minute he pulled out only to thrust back in enjoying the sight of Aizawa’s hips shaking. Before his lover could notice he casually added a second finger in between thrusts without stopping. When the second finger entered him Aizawa felt his spine jolt with the swift change, pleasure fully in control of him now. In a matter of minutes his hips were trembling ready to give out from under him his body begging for a release. “Hush kitten, wait,” Aizawa felt the fingers pull out not returning like he had hoped they would. 

“Mew?~” the questioning moan left him as he looked over his shoulder in wonder. Suddenly he was full again, but this time it was something much bigger than the slender fingers he previously had in him. “Meeeewwww~” the new sensation caused him to call out falling to his elbows for a second. Warm hands rubbed his back gently grounding him once more. 

“Breathe,” Hizashi reminded his lover gently rubbing his back bringing him back to earth. When he saw Aizawa was grounded he pulled out only slam his dick back in filling Aizawa to the hilt. Lust taking over he began to thrust long and slow enjoying the sounds that left the man below him. Clearly both of them really needed this. Hizashi felt the pleasure build in him slowly keeping himself in control as he grabbed his lovers hair winding it in his fingers giving a harsh tug before his thrusts reached a whole new pace. 

“Mmmm~” desperately the sound left Aizawa just as his lover grabbed his hair pulling harshly matching the powerful thrusts he was making. It took all he had to stay upright, let alone try and match pace with Hizashi. What were once well calculated thrusts turned into rough desperate movements. Aizawa knew Hizashi was close, he himself was reaching the peak of his pleasure. Unable to convey words let alone sounds he reached back with an unsteady hand tapping his lovers arm. Hizashi felt a light tap on his arm bringing him to reality for a second. He knew exactly what it was, shifting slightly he reached down removing his hand from Aizawa’s hair entangling it into something new. Aizawa felt the warm hand wrap round his intertwining their fingers he gave a quick squeeze. 

“Kitten I’m close,” his voice a desperate moan as he thrusted sloppily into his lover. Aizawa gave his hand a squeeze signaling he too wasn’t going to last much longer. “Shota~” he screamed giving one last hard thrust. As the hot cum filled, the rough thrust reaching something new within him. Aizawa’s vision went white pleasure wracking his entire body. By some miracle he let out a breathless moan body shaking. Lightning hot sensations took over sending him into state of pleasure had never felt before. Unable to hold himself up anymore his arms gave way sending him to the floor. Before he landed something gentle and warm held him upright. Sweet caresses against his cheeks brought him back head still spinning. “Hey, there you are. I’ve got you Shota,” the soft voice made him melt into the hands that held him. After the aftershocks finally dissipated he took in a slow steady breath pushing himself to sit up. “Easy,” Hizashi guided him to a proper position in front of him. “How are you feeling anything hurt?”

“Mmm no, I’m ok Zashi,” his voice raw from the screams. Aizawa hummed slightly laying back into the chest of his lover behind him welcoming the warmth he got when Hizashi wrapped his arms around him tracing circles along his arms. 

“Hold still,” the blonde said gently before removing the ears from the tangled black hair. Once off he removed the wrist cuffs massaging his lovers wrists gently before moving to his ankles repeating the action. Lastly he removed the collar hands careful as he rubbed pressured circles into the abused flesh. “There you go,”

“Thank you Zashi,” the black haired man reached up caressing the face of his lover before giving him a sweet kiss. It was one of the things he loved most about the loud blonde, no matter what he always took care of him after their playtime. A slight wine left his lips when the warm body got up from under him. “Zashi,” he complained aiming to follow but wasn’t able to his body weak and shaky. 

“Stay put, I’ll be right back,” he called before returning kneeling in front of Aizawa holding up a water bottle. He tipped up the chin of his husband up before resting the bottle on his lips watching him take in long slow drinks. “I made sure it was cold,” once Aizawa finished he set the bottle on the coffee table behind  him. 

“I love you, Zashi,” Aizawa mumbled eyes struggling to stay open. He felt the warm hand he loved so much rest on his cheek rubbing it tenderly. 

“I love you too, Shota. Go to sleep,” you didn’t have to tell him twice he allowed his eyes to close drifting into a gentle slumber. Hizashi smiled at his husband watching him drift off before gently scooping him up taking him to the bedroom. They’d worry about the mess in the morning. The blonde quietly shuffled into the room laying Aizawa onto their bed before pulling on fresh boxers. Kindly he put a pair on his lover before crawling into bed with him wrapping his slender arms around the dark haired man taking hold of one of his hands before he too fell asleep beside his husband.

The next Morning:

Gentle sun rays fell through the bedroom curtains landing on Aizawa’s face waking him from his peaceful slumber. Black orbs blinked looking behind him, he smiled to find his blonde deep in sleep even letting out an occasional light snore. Shifting Aizawa pulled himself free of Hizashi careful not to wake him. Quietly he closed the curtains before taking one of his husbands shirts from the dresser putting it on. He then trudged to the kitchen deciding to prepare breakfast for his husband. After some thought he decided upon pancakes with what was left of the raspberries they had, bacon, and hash browns. It was his way of caring for the blonde, especially after a night of fun. While Hizashi always took care of him right after Aizawa made sure to do something for his husband the next morning. 

Hizashi woke up stretching his arms in the air he noticed Aizawa wasn’t next to him. Which wasn’t unusual the dark haired man always got up first. Small smile graced his lips knowing exactly where he would find his husband. Slipping into sweatpants he walked to the kitchen doorway leaning on the frame smile growing wider. “Good morning love,” Aizawa greeted him without looking up. 

“Good morning babe,” the blonde stepped into the kitchen taking a seat at the bar like counter that faced the dining and living room. As he settled in his seat a mug was set in front of him accompanied by a plateful of food. “Smells wonderful as usual,” he said digging into the meal. Aizawa gathered his mug and plate joining Hizashi smiling softly as they enjoyed the meal. 

“I love you Hizashi,” his eyes met the others who was a little caught off guard by the statement. 

Kirishima stretched out his arms head tipping back against his chair. The final bell had just rung the final echoes reaching the end of the hall. “Hey Kirishima,” he sat up hearing his name called out, it was Denki.

“What’s up Denki?” The redhead asked looking at the boy sitting in front of him. Standing on either side of the electric teens desk were Mina,and Sero his other close friends.

“How about a trip to the mall? Bakugou should join us too,”

“Yea sure thing. I’ll ask him,” Kirishima stood up and walked over to Bakugou who sat two rows to the left of him. “Yo! Bakugou! Wanna go to the mall with us?” He stood in front of Bakugou’s desk as he waited on the answer.

“Mmm, why the fuck not,” Bakugou stood up grabbing his bag. “Lets go,” Kirishima nodded waving to the others. He joined Bakugou’s side as they headed to the front entrance.

“Kirishima catch!” Denki called tossing him his backpack as he and the other two made their way to the front right behind them. Kirishima caught the bag easily.

“Thanks man,” Kirishima raised his fist toward Denki who gave him a fist bump. The small group of teens headed out Sero and Denki playfully jogging ahead.

“Yo slow pokes keep up!” Denki sprinted out the building Sero casually chasing.

“Shut up you Damn asshats!” Bakugou shouted at them grunting some other phrases as he followed them out. Kirishima laughed slipping through the door beside his annoyed boyfriend, quietly taking his hand. Mina slipped by them joining Sero in his pursuit of Denki. Kirishima looked ahead to Denki who was standing at the gate not moving.

“Hey Denki are you ok?!?!” Kirishima stepped ahead of Bakugou slightly concerned when he got no answer. Soon he was stepping in front of Mina and Sero. “Yo Denki!” He paused for a moment confused. Denki turned slowly facing them eyes wide with terror beside him was a man with his hand rested on Denki’s shoulder.

“So this is the great UA high? It isn’t all it's cracked up to be if I can get my hands on a student so easily,” the villain laughed looking at the other students. “What fun, hey kid show me what you’ve got for a quirk,” Denki looked at his friends eyes pleading them to run away. Kirishima analyzed the situation to decide the best course of action to get his friend to safety. He decided maybe talking to the villain would convince him to let Denki go. If he wouldn’t let his friend go he’d at least stall for an adult to help them

“Hey I think we can talk this out. Is there something you want?” Kirishima looked at the villain taking a step toward them.

“Stop right there kid, don’t want your little friend here to get hurt,” Kirishima stopped moving looking at Denki.

“That’s true, I don’t want my friend injured. Any of them. So please tell me is there something you need sir?” His eyes never left Denki’s as he spoke trying to keep everyone calm.

“Shut your trap you little brat. There is nothing you can do that you can do that will get me any results. So I suggest you stay put,” Kirishima could tell his plan to talk wasn’t going as he had thought. The villain was right he was only a kid, he had no power to get the things that the man wanted, and he was running out of time to stall. The Villain was rather impatient and unwilling to wait for the answer he wanted. He stood still looking back at the three behind him. “I think it’s time I get my point across to your dear teachers. No matter how hard they try they can never protect you. Which one of you would like to die first? Maybe all of you will what do you think?” Kirishima could tell they were out of options, especially since they had no idea what this mans quirk was or his true intent.

“Please run,” Denki mouthed to his friends as his eyes rolled into the back of his head. Kirishima suddenly understood how dire the situation they were in was becoming. Before he could warn his friends a bright light erupted from Denki aimed straight for them. The young redhead did the only thing he could think of to protect his friends. With his body hardened he stepped in front of the electric current racing toward them. Behind him Bakugou was screaming at for him to get our of the way as Sero and Mina held him back both shaking as they knew what was about to happen. All of them did. Using his body as a rod Kirishima took the full force of Denki’s quirk blocking it from hitting his friends.

“Kirishima!” Bakugou screamed trying to fight off the two holding him back desperate to get to his lover. Between Bakugou’s screams and the electric no one noticed the glass break from a window on the second floor. Suddenly the electric current disappeared completely as if it hadn’t existed in the first place. Sero and Mina let go of Bakugou in the confusion. Bakugou stumbled forward not wasting a second to get to Kirishima.

Kirishima teetered before his legs gave out from under him, his unconscious body falling forward toward the pavement.

Bakugou threw himself at Kirishima landing under him so he wouldn’t land on the pavement. Carefully he rolled himself over pulling Kirishima close to him hands trembling ever so slightly.

“You’ve made a grave mistake harming my students,” a dark voice called out from behind the students. The owner of the voice was none other than Mr. Aizawahome room teacher of class 1-A. “I suggest you leave before you regret coming,” he grabbed the scarf around his neck ready to fight the villain.

“You plan to fight me? What can you do? Are you even a true hero?” Aizawa growled walking past his students shards of glass cracking under his black boots as he stepped. He stopped a moment to kneel beside Kirishima who was cradled in Bakugou’s arms, he could tell that Kirishima was still breathing but each breath was slowly becoming more and more unsteady.

“Not only are you trespassing on school grounds you injured two of my students and proceed to threaten me as well as anyone else who may reside on this campus. That includes my students, I will not let you harm another hair on their bodies, ever. I cannot let you continue with your cruel intent,” Aizawa blinked finally but knew that Denki had no more power in him, only sparks emitted from the boy who was still being held by the villain. “Unhand my student and leave,” he wasn’t taking no for an answer, he again used his quirk on the villain to keep Denki from any more harm, his scarf began floating up away from his neck he grabbed hold of it throwing it toward the Denki grabbing him with ease. “Sero, catch!” Aizawa tossed the unconscious teen back toward his friend using the force to throw himself forward toward the villain. His scarf set Denki free once safely away. Sero ran forward catching Denki with is tape and with the help of Mina brought him carefully to the ground. The black haired teacher twisted in the air using his momentum to smash his heel into the villains jaw. He landed sliding on his feet across the pavement. “It seems your limitation is that you have to touch your victim. Now that my student is safely away I can make you eat dirt,” he threw his scarves at the villain entangling him in them holding him tight. Aizawa took the villain by the back of the head shoving his face to the ground with ease. THe first chance the U.A. teacher got he looked in the direction of his students making sure all five were safe.

“Aizawa!” He looked behind them to see Vlad King and Present Mic running to him.

“The students, two of them are injured they need immediate assistance,” Aizawa got to his feet pointing to his students.

“Kirishima open your eyes damnit,” Bakugou moved red strands out of Kirishima’s face hoping they would open. He looked up to Vlad King who knelt beside him. “Please, he needs help,” Bakugou shifted allowing the home room teacher of class 1-B take Kirishima from him.

“Mic, we need to get the injured to Recovery Girl,” Vlad hoisted up the redhead with ease.

“I’ll take Denki,” Aizawa insisted handing the villain off to Mic. He lifted the electric teen onto his back following Vlad into the building. “Move out of the way!” He shouted along the halls as they ran warning any students that may still be there. Tailing behind him were the other three students involved in the incident. Once they reached the nurses office Aizawa shut the door behind him keeping out the other three. “Recovery Girl, these two need immediate medical care. Eijiro Kirishima more importantly,” he set Denki down on one of the beds as he spoke to the older woman.

“Of course, a bunch of trouble your students are I tell ya, do you happen to know what happened to put these two in this state?” She asked as she began her work on the redhead.

“From what I saw the villain that had Denki was about to manipulate his body and quirk, Kirishima took the full force of Denki’s electricity to save his friends,” Aizawa explained watching Recovery Girl gather supplies she’d need.

“Take your other students home to the dorms. I will come by the dorms later with an update,” Aizawa took the hint, she needed to work without any distractions. Including himself, he left the infirmary without any resistance. He wasn’t surprised to find Sero, Mina, and Bakugou waiting outside the room faces ridden with worry.

“Ashido, Sero, and Bakugou we’re going to the dorms. Recovery Girl will come with an update when she has one,” Aizawa didn’t give them a second to protest, carefully he ushered them out of the building following behind them as they walked to the dorms. They stopped a moment at the school entrance so they could gather their bags as well as the ones that belonged to Kirishima and Denki. Their walk to the dorms was quiet his students said nothing hearts filled with sadness as they continued down the streets. As they reached the dorms Aizawa held the door for the three entering seconds after.

Uraraka turned to see her returning classmates and home room teacher. She quickly noticed the sad atmosphere they were emitting. “Welcome back guys,” she greeted them with a smile gaining the attention of the others.

“Give them a little space. They had an unwelcome encounter with a villain,” Aizawa stated simply as he headed to the kitchen. Where he watched the other students rise from their seats on the floor or couches in the large lounge room.

“Oh I see, come join us. We were just about to play a game of cards,” Uraraka offered gently. She rested a hand on Mina rubbing her shoulder.

Mina sniffled wrapping her arms around her friend tears falling instantly. “We were useless. Completely useless,”

Uraraka watched Sero turn his face away as he bit down on his quivering lip trying to hold himself together. Uraraka held her friend rubbing her back, she knew better than to pry while they were in this state.

“Where is Denki, and Kirishima?” Mineta asked stupidly unable to read the current atmosphere.

“Mieta,” Tokoyami hushed him harshly arms folded against his chest.

“Both were injured by the villain,” Sero stated taking a seat on the floor while his fellow classmates watched him with caution. He was surprised that Bakugou wasn’t shouting for them to shut up, they all knew how touchy he was when it came to Kirishima. It had startled the tape wielding teen to see Bakugou sitting on the floor. Hidden on the other side of a couch, he had made sure to face away from everyone. Sero had figured the explosive teen would want to be held up in his room, yet he was there,face hidden from everyone.

“Lets go sit,” Uraraka helped Mina sit on the couch sitting beside her the other girls surrounding them. She looked down at the two boys on the floor, she could tell Sero was holding back tears, and Bakugou, she was unable to read his emotions. She sat quietly consoling her pink haired friend along with the others.

Aizawa watched his students from the kitchen. He was stunned that Bakugou wasn’t hiding in his room, he was actually sitting alongside his classmates listening to them as they spoke kind words to their three friends. The homeroom teacher turned away rummaging through the cabinets and fridge to find food. In the end he was able to find some random ingredients that he used to make homemade Mac n’ cheese for his students. He made sure there was enough for everyone, including the two that were in recovery. “Eat up,” he said to them as he brought each of them a bowl.

“Thank you,” Mina said to him at a whisper taking the bowl from him.

Aizawa nodded returning to the kitchen to watch each of them. He didn’t find it surprising that Bakugou, Sero, and Mina barely touched the food given to them. A gentle knock disrupted the silence they were all in. “Stay put,” Aizawa ordered as he stepped over to the front door looking out to see who was knocking. A second later he opened it and allowed Mic to enter, behind him was Denki and Recovery Girl. He gave Mic a small smile then looked at Denki. “Good to see you on your feet,”

“I don’t want him attending classes for a couple days. So I am thankful it is the weekend. He needs proper rest and minimal activity,” Recovery Girl looked at each student as she spoke.

“And Kirishima?” Everyone’s head turned to the sound of the hoarse voice. Stunned they looked at Bakugou who was on his feet eyes red from crying, up until that point he was completely silent.

“The damage he took from using his body as an electric rod was severe. But thanks to the quick work of your teachers I was able to heal him. He will still need a little healing once he has rested some more,” everyone sighed in relief making Recovery Girl hesitant to finish.

“However,” Aizawa prompted her he too wanted to know the full extent of his students condition.

“However, as I examined him I noticed that his eyes were unresponsive to any test I gave. Though I healed them there is a chance of temporary blindness,”

“How likely is the chance that it's permanent?” Aizawa listened carefully

“Very unlikely, but the chances of temporary blindness are of a higher percentile,” Recovery Girl finished filling them in then looked to Mic. “Shall we head back?” The two said their goodbyes leaving Aizawa with his almost complete class of anxious tudents.

“I’m so sorry,” Denki broke the silence eyes trained on the floor.

“It wasn’t your fault. Don’t blame yourself. I know Eijiro wouldn’t,” Bakugou said sitting on the floor again.

Aizawa handed Denki a bowl. “Eat, and sit. Bakugou has a point, this wasn’t your fault. And you know Kirishima wouldn’t want you blaming yourself,” he stepped away after consoling the electric teen. The room returned to a tense silence. One by one the students fell asleep on the floor or couches. Aizawa sighed gathering blankets and pillows from each of their rooms making sure each teen had one for the night. “A pack of trouble I tell ya,” he spoke to himself cleaning the dishes and kitchen. Though he couldn’t blame them, he too was worried about his injured student.

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Bakugou was the first to rise the next morning, he was confused when he realized he wasn’t in his room, it didn’t take him long to remember what had happened the evening before. Blankly he stared at the wall finding it hard to sit there and wait.

“Bakugou, Recovery Girl came by earlier. Want to see him?” Aizawa saw that Bakugou was already awake which hadn’t surprised him.

“If I can,” Bakugou answered hesitantly getting to his feet.

Aizawa nodded to him. “Give me a sec,” he went back to his room disappearing for a moment.

Bakugou watched his teacher go out of view into his room, then return with a familiar loud mouth blonde. For a second Bakugou almost didn’t recognize his English teacher with his hair down shirtless and in what were obviously Aizawa’s iconic pink sweatpants.

“Lets go,” Aizawa motioned him over. They headed out silent in the beginning but he could tell the silence was beginning to eat at the boy. “Kirishima is strong, he’ll pull through,”

“I know,” was all Bakugou replied. He wasn’t in the mood for talking. All he wanted was to get to the person he loved most in this world. With that he walked the rest of the way to the school in silence entering ahead of Aizawa not stopping for anything. The explosive blonde rushed to the infirmary leaving his teacher in the dust. Quietly he entered one of the private rooms eyes locking on the motionless redhead that lay in the hospital style bed. “Eijiro,” the name slipped through his quivering lips as he sat beside his boyfriend. “You big idiot,” he took his hand pulling it close to his chest and watched as his lovers chest rose and fell to the gentle breath he took.

Aizawa watched from the door, he decided to let them be and return to the dorms. Recovery girl and Vlad King were there if needed. Without a word he left the school returning to the dorms.

Bakugou rested his head on the bed beside Kirishima’s chest holding his hand tight. Casually he dozed into a light sleep. He woke an hour later to the infirmary door opening and the sound of his classmates entering the room. He looked up to see Denki, Sero, and Mina standing at the end of the bed.

“Any change?”

Bakugou shook his head as an answer. “You can stay, I wouldn’t mind the company,” he whispered almost hoping they didn’t hear him. But they had, the trio pulled up chairs beside the bed watching Kirishima all of them dozing into a lazy slumber not long after sitting down. The room was silent aside from the occasional sounds of the machines that were attached to Kirishima. Bakugou held his boyfriends hand as he studied every inch of his body, his arms and torso were covered in bandages reaching to his neck, as well as his eyes. The blonde sighed softly standing up he leaned over the bed kissing Kirishima on the forehead, after making the sweet gesture he returned to his seat scrolling through his phone to help pass the time. A few of the others stopped by to check in but didn’t stay long not wanting to disturb the four already there. Bakugou was intrigued but not surprised when the three idiots didn’t wake to the constant movement of the others.

“Bakugou, he’s stable and by the looks of it should wake up soon,” Recovery Girl told him after giving Kirishima an examination. Bakugou nodded as his reply, he hoped he didn’t have to wait much longer. Without knowing he fell asleep as the sun set the warm light bathing them in beautiful shades of red and yellow.

Kirishima scrunched his face feeling the light on his face unconsciously squeezing the hand that was rested in his.

Bakugou stirred when he felt Kirishima move but didn’t fully wake in his own slumber squeezed Kirishima’s hand as his lover had.

Kirishima woke eyes blinking slightly but all he saw was darkness it confused him. He reached his free hand up to rest on his face finding his eyes covered in bandages, he figured that was the cause of why he couldn’t see and tore them off. As the bandages fell onto the bed after being removed Kirishima reached up to touch his face, it was still dark pitch black in fact. It terrified him that he couldn’t see, he didn’t know where he was, who he was with, or if he was even alive. He began to panic pulling his hand out of Bakugou’s he grabbed his chest breathing in an unsteady manner heart rate climbing. The young teen sat up holding his chest in both hands gasping for air as the tears rolled down his cheeks.

Bakugou woke as soon as he felt Kirishima’s hand disappear from his grasp he sat up rubbing his eyes he looked around the room for a second then to where Kirishima lay. He got to his feet the second he saw the redhead sitting up crying in a panicked state. “Hey, hey I’m right here,”

“W-Where I can’t see you,” Bakugou could tell Kirishima was scared and couldn’t blame him.

“Right here,” Bakugou climbed onto the bed straddling Kirishima it was the fastest way he could calm down his boyfriend. Gently he reached out taking Kirishima’s hands and rested them on his face then rested his forehead against his upset lover. “I am right here. It’s all going to be ok, I promise,” he held still as Kirishima ran his hands along Bakugou’s face. Bakugou gently kissed his palms as they slid down to his chin. “Take a deep breath, that’s it,”

Kirishima pushed a little on Bakugou’s forehead not wanting him to move away. Clumsily he wrapped his arms around his boyfriends grabbing the back of his shirt. Slowly he took some calming breaths tears still rolling down his cheeks.

“Hey now none of that,” Bakugou wiped away the tears making sure his tone was sweet. He kissed Kirishima’s cheeks before pulling him into his arms. “You’ve got other guests. Want me to wake them?”

“W-who’s there?”

“The three idiots,” the blonde smiled when Kirishima gave a slight smile. “So how bout it?”

“A-as long as you don’t leave me,”

“Now why would I do that?” Bakugou planted a gentle kiss on his lips. “Here scoot over a little,” he shuffled with Kirishima as they moved a little. Then he slid off his boyfriends lap and sat beside him. “See I’m not going anywhere,” he waited for Kirishima to get comfortable before waking the three idiots. “Oi wake up,” Bakugou called out in his usual hot temper tone, when they didn’t wake up he threw something at each of them. “Get up,”

Denki woke when the box of tissues smacked him in the chest. “Dude what did you do that for?” He sat up rubbing his messy hair. With a large yawn his eyes trained on the bed to see Bakugou and Kirishima sitting up Kirishima’s eyes open. “Hey, hey, hey,” Denki slapped Sero in the chest getting to his feet.

“The fuck?” Sero woke to being slapped not happy that he was. Once he realized why he gently woke Mina.

With her messy pink hair Mina sat up smiling to see Kirishima awake. She joined the others at his side. “Hey you. It's good to see you awake,”

“Yea man you had us seriously worried for a second there. I want you to know I’m sorry,”

“Denki, there is nothing for you to apologize for. I know it wasn’t you who did it, and I was the one who made the decision to be an electric rod,” with little coordination he reached out to try and find his friends hand struggling greatly.

Bakugou reached over and assisted his lover guiding his hand to Denki’s. Sero looked over at him his eyes asking the question everyone was worried about, Bakugou replied with a nod.

“Got it Denki, it's not your fault,”

“Mhm, thank you,” Denki held his friends hand choking back tears.

Mina looked at the floor sighing. “Honestly Kirishima we all felt pretty useless. So thank you for saving us,” her voice quivered as she choked back her own tears.

“Hey now no crying. I know my move was foolish but I also knew that I was the only one that could take the force of Denki’s quirk and be alright. I want you four to promise me you won’t blame yourselves for anything that happened,” he waited a second for answers but didn’t get any.

Bakugou tensed realizing they had all nodded rather than giving him a verbal answer. “We all nodded,”

“I figured,” the redhead laughed softly leaning on his boyfriend.

“I’ll go get Recovery Girl,” Mina stood up shuffling out of the room.

“I guess it's a good idea to call the dorms and let everyone know you’re awake,” Sero got to his feet following Mina out.

“Oh hey before you go do you guys want anything from the cafe?” Denki asked pulling out his phone taking orders. “Bakugou, Kirishima do either of you want anything?”

“I’ll have a breakfast burrito the bacon one,” Bakugou answered him.

“I’m good but thanks,” Kirishima wasn’t in much of an eating mood. He knew it may worry his friends so he had a plan. “I’ll share with Bakugou, he never finishes those burritos,” he laughed softly hoping that answer would satisfy them.

Denki looked at Bakugou, even with that answer he worried. When Bakugou nodded to him he took the small list and left.

“Are you really going to eat my leftovers?”

“Saw right through me, like always,”

Bakugou sighed softly at him kissing his head. “We’ve been dating for a while now of course I’d notice when you’re lying. Promise me you’ll have a couple bites at least?”

Kirishima nodded he could manage to eat a couple bites to keep them from worrying.

Mina re-entered the room with Recovery Girl behind her.

“I see the young man is awake, how are you feeling?”

Kirishima looked in the direction of the voice not quite looking at the healing hero. “I’m alright, a bit sore and well,”

“As you suspected he is blind, hopefully only temporarily,” Bakugou answered for him seeing he was having a hard time coming up with the right words.

Recovery Girl nodded softly before stepping up to the bed. “Let me run some tests and check your other injuries. I need the rest of you out,”

Bakugou slid off the bed but was stopped when Kirishima grabbed his arm with a shaking hand. “Hey, I’m going right outside for only a bit. She needs to make sure you are healing properly, I’d be in the way if I stayed,” truth be told he would rather stay by his side through this but knew Recovery Girl needed the space.

Kirishima hesitantly let him go of his arm with a nod.

“I will be right back,” he kissed the redhead on the nose before he left the room with Mina. As they exited the room they saw the rest of class 1-A was standing outside the room waiting on some answers. Bakugou ran his calloused hand on the back of his neck letting out an irritated sigh. “He’s awake, Recovery Girl is looking at him now,”

“That’s good. Guess Recovery Girl was wrong about the blindness,” Mineta spoke up amongst the silent group.

“I never said that you asshole!” The halls echoed with the sound of his explosive punch hitting the wall next to him. As soon as the echo dissipated Bakugou realized what he had done closing his eyes he looked away from the group. “Sorry, but you were wrong. He is blind,”

Aizawa was stunned by Bakugou’s control and ability to admit he did something he shouldn’t have. Honestly he was rather proud of his student for his actions. “With that said, we can all wait here until Recovery Girl comes to tell us anything,” he leaned on the wall watching each of his students in the various places they decided to place themselves. The pro hero found a spot where he could survey each of the students especially Bakugou and Denki. It didn’t take long for Recovery Girl to exit the room causing heads to turn.

“He is healing well, and his vision will return though I am unsure when. He is asking to go back to the dorms, I’ll grant this request if close eyes are kept on him,”

Bakugou nodded to her knowing very well he had no plans to leave Kirishima’s side. He went into the room, closing the door behind him keeping the others out.

“Bakugou is that you?” Kirishima asked hearing the door shut harshly.

“Of course, let's get you home,” he walked over to the bed seeing he was already unhooked from the machines sitting up feet hanging off the bed. “I’ll carry you on my back, how does that sound?” He smiled softly when Kirishima nodded sheepishly. “Alright hold still,” Bakugou was very careful helping Kirishima onto his back. Once secure he walked out of the small hospital like room unsurprised to find his fellow classmates all still outside the room. “By the way, the class is here,”

“Oh, uh, hey guys,” Kirishima lifted one of his hands to wave nearly smacking Bakugou in the face.

Bakugou moved his face out of the way saying nothing as the class snickered a little. “Lets go,” he grumbled walking away from the others making sure Aizawa was following.

Kirishima made casual conversation with his friends to the best of his ability. It wasn't easy, draining rather but he didn’t say any of that during the walk.

Bakugou noticed how the chatter was tiring Kirishima out so he was sure to walk fast to the dorms. Upon their return Bakugou had aimed to take the redhead to his room but was instead dragged into the lounge room plopping Kirishima down gently on a couch. He then sat himself on the floor between Kirishima’s legs.

Kirishima was happy Bakugou was indulging their friends but knew it was also upsetting him. To hopefully calm him Kirishima began to calmly Pet Bakugou’s spiky head while resting his legs over Bakugou’s shoulders so he knew he was still sitting with him.

“Hey Kirishima, have you had anything to eat today?” Uraraka asked planning to get herself a snack but felt the need to ask him.

“Mm no, none of us who were at the hospital were given the chance to eat. We left before Denki could get the food,” Kirishima shrugged hands still playing with Bakugou’s hair.

“Well Mr. Aizawa made us some mac n’ cheese last night. There’s a leftover bowl he made for you. Let me heat it up for you!” The floating teen spoke in her chipper tone skipping to the kitchen. Kirishima aimed to protest but felt Bakugou touch his leg telling him not to.

“You need to eat,” Bakugou whispered tipping his head back so he could look up at Kirishima. He relaxed when Kirishima nodded to him. “Even if it's just two bites,”

“Ok,” Kirishima closed his eyes leaning back on the couch. Bakugou kept shifting under him signifying he wasn’t very comfortable. “What’s the matter?”

“I need to use the bathroom. But I’m not going to leave you,”

“It’s alright Katsuki, go I will be just fine for a little. Plus everyone is here. I won’t be alone,” Bakugou hesitated for a second even though he was told it was okay he still worried.

“Don’t worry Bakugou, we’ve got him,” Sero assured him taking a seat beside Kirishima. Bakugou nodded getting to his feet.

“I won’t be long, holler if you need me,” He slipped into the bathroom checking over his shoulder as he went.

“How are you feeling?” Sero asked Kirishima calmly sitting next to him.

“I’m not going to lie, exhausted. It has been a little hard to track everyone’s voices and keeping up. Also even though I know where I am being unable to see my surroundings makes me nervous,” he admitted playing with his hands in his lap. Bakugou was his security blanket but he wasn’t going to make him sit there in discomfort. “But it's only temporary, so I just have to adjust for the time being,” he nodded taking a deep breath the relaxation that washed over him didn’t last long. A loud clatter came from the kitchen followed by light cursing.

“Sorry guys I broke a bowl,” Uraraka admitted as she cursed some more. Kirishima took a breath to calm down but it only did so much in his high alert state.

“Guys! Guys!” Denki shouted holding up his hand. “My quirk is back!” Small sparks bounced between two of his fingers.

Kirishima flinched clumsily covering his ears the shouting and the sound of the sparks making him more nervous. He didn’t want to panic, calmly he took deep breaths.

“Hey Kiri are you ok?” Mina asked seeing her friend acting strange. “Denki put your hand down, the sound,” Kamanari did as told, putting his hand down he quit playing with his quirk eyes locked on his friend hoping he didn’t scare him too much. Mina crawled up to Kirishima,carefully she rubbed his leg causing him to flinch. “Hey it's ok. It's just me Mina,” she reassured him quietly. Gently she rested her hand on his chest hoping it would help. Small and gentle were words often used to describe Mina’s demnior and hands, in this case it sent Kirishima into panic. The gentle fingers touching his chest landed unknowingly against the wound he got from Kamanari’s electric quirk. Mina pulled her hand away more worried than before. “Ei?”

Kirishima felt so small sitting on the couch hands trembling as he finally couldn’t hold back the brewing panic in his mind. ‘Katsuki, I need Katsuki. My Katsuki,” the mantra rang in his head as he frantically tried to find his beloved in the darkness. “I-I need Katsuki,” he stammered rising to his unsure feet. Aiming to walk forward he stumbled to the floor, still weak his legs didn’t want to hold his weight. Shakily he returned to his feet taking a few more steps before bumping into the coffee table the normally cheerful boy tumbled backward, falling to the floor at a rapid pace. Sero moved first jumping from the couch reaching out to catch his fiend but was too late, Kirishima hit the floor with a heavy thud. Though he missed his chance to catch his friend he still scrambled over to him to make sure he was alright.

Curled up on the floor Kirihsima covered his hers his body shaking in fear. Sero reached out resting a hand on his friend wanting to calm him down. “Hey Eiji? The redhead boy flinched away from the touch whimpering clearly afraid.

Mina ran over to Kirishima checking on him. “Ei, it me Mina,” she spoke reaching out laying a tender hand on his back. Once she saw him relax slightly under her touch she rested his head in her lap petting his head as the tears began to roll down his cheeks. It scared her to watch her friend go through this not knowing what to do. She looked toward the bathroom hoping Bakugou would hurry.

Bakugou emerged from the bathroom sighing in relief. His wasted no time looking for Kirishima on the couch he left him on. Perplexed when he didn’t see Kirishima, or Sero for that matter. His gaze scanned the room confused he saw Kamanari standing his yellow eyes staring at something with deep concern. That’s when the blonde boy heard the soft whimpers from the floor, accompanied by the soft sounds of what he presumed was Mina’s voice. Unable to understand what she was saying Bakugou decided to look at what was going on. The crimson irises locked onto Sero sitting beside Mina, and Mina was shakily petting something red in her lap. It didn’t take long for Bakugou to realize the red belonged to his lover, who was trembling uncontrollably in the lap of his friend. Quickly he joined Mina on the floor checking every inch of Kirishima. “What happened?” He asked harshly taking Kirishima from her.

“He was starting to panic and tried to leave. He fell trying to get to you,” Mina told him in a quiet tone.

“Eiji, I’m here now. And I won't leave again,” he scooped up the shaking redhead holding him close. “I think that's enough for tonight,” without another word he began walking to Kirishima’s room quietly. The hands that usually made destructive explosions were tenderly wrapped around Kirishima as they quietly made their way up the hall. Bakugou said nothing until they were safely inside Kirishima’s room door shut and locked behind them. “It’s ok, Eiji. Let it all out now,”

Shakily Kirishima grabbed onto Bakugou tightly letting out his terrified cries tears soaking into Bakugou’s shirt.

“I’m right here,” Bakugou whispered tenderly, his hands calmly rubbing Kirishima’s back as his cries filled the room. The two sat on the bed for a solid thirty minutes before Kirishima had finally taken a deep calm breath relaxing. “There you are,” Bakugou pushed back guiding Kirishima’s forehead to rest against his.

“Kiss me,” Kirishima demanded closing the distance between them locking their lips. Bakugou didn’t pull away instead he did as Kirishima asked of him and kissed him gently guiding him to lay on the bed. In his usually feisty manner he bit Kirishima’s lip tugging it back as he sat up.

“Anything else I can do for you Ei?” He asked resting his hand on Kirishim’s hips.

“Will you kiss them?” Kirishima covered his face cheeks turning a shade that matched his wild hair. “My injuries?”

Bakugou chuckled softly. “Of course,” he pulled off Kirishima’s shirt then removed the bandages discarding them to the floor. Quietly he leaned down pecking the scratch just above the hem of Kirishima’s pants, the next was the one on his side, he tailed it up to his shoulder, then back to the one that scared them all. Bakugou caressed the wound letting the redhead know it was next. Kirishima didn’t shy away from the touch he nodded knowing Bakugou was asking him if it was alright to kiss that particular wound.

“Please Katsu,” his voice soft as he assured his beloved boyfriend it was alright. Without further hesitation Bakugou leaned down kissing the wound lovingly

“And lastly,” he whispered kissing Kirishima’s eyes. “Any better?”

Kirishima’s cheeks were still bright red as he nodded tracing his fingers along Bakugou’s face. After a few silent seconds Kirishima was struggling off Bakugou's shirt. “I want to feel your warmth,”

Bakugou obliged tossing his shirt to the floor laying beside Kirishima. Arms wrapped around each other Kirishima nestled his face into Bakugou’s chest falling asleep. “I love you Eijiro, don’t leave me. Ever,”

“I will never leave you Katsuki, I promise. I love you too,” both the teens dozed off into an easy slumber. Kirishima flinched as the early morning light caught his face. Slowly he blinked at the overly bright room, his eyes landed on Bakugou who gently snored beside him. He realized in that very second he was finally able to see. Tears welled up in his eyes as he caressed Bakugou’s face.

Bakugou groaned opening his eyes to look up at Kirishima sitting above him crying. “What’s the matter Ei?” He sat up worriedly.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing,” Kirishima looked at him dead in the eyes smiling. “Did you know I love the shade of your eyes. Such a beautiful crimson,”

Bakugou realized in that very second that Kirishima was looking right at him. “Eiji..”

“Shut up and kiss me,”

Bakugou did exactly that pulling him into a tight embrace never wanting to let him go again. He pulled away to look into his lovers eyes hands rested on each other’s cheeks they both let tears of joy slip down their faces

Extra:

Kirishima stood at the island counter in the kitchen eating the bowl of Mac n’ cheese that his homeroom teacher had made for him a few nights ago. Bakugou was attached to him chin rested on his shoulder as he stood behind him.

Denki, Sero, and Mina entered the kitchen seeing the two of them. “Oh mornin’,” Denki greeted them

Kirishima looked up from his meal and smiled. “Morning Denki, Sero, and Mina,” he said looking at each of them.

Denki watched him in confusion. He took notice that Kirishima not only greeted all of them he looked at all of them. To test what he was thinking he began to wave his arms wildly while jumping from one foot to another.

Sero erupted into laughter nearly falling to the floor. “What..”

Kirishima laughed with Sero. “Dude what the hell are you doing?” He asked raising his brow.

Denki stopped immediately running to Kirishima embracing him in a hug. “Thank god!”

Sero finally caught on taking Mina’s arm his face lit up in excitement. “Its back Mina! Its back!”

“What are you talking ab..ooohhhh!” She and Sero ran over wrapping their arms around him toppling all of them to the floor.

“You dunces be careful!” Bakugou complained from the bottom of the pile only there to keep Kirishima from taking a hard fall.

Kirishima laughed loudly attracting the attention of the others in the dorm. They all gathered in the doorway to check in on the crazed group.

“What in god's name are you all doing so loud this early in the morning, and on the floor for that matter,” Aizawa mumbled hair messy as he entered the room.

“He can see!” The three idiots stood shouting as loud as they could laughing happily.

The rest of the class entered the room smiles on their faces helping Kirishima and Bakugou to their feet joining in the happy laughter.

Aizawa watched from the doorway a small smile graced his lips as he watched his class laugh in joy. It was something he would never admit he missed over the last couple of days. The gloomy silence was not something he ever wanted to have again

Kirishima looked back at Bakugou giving him a gentle kiss. “I love you, you know that right?”

Kirishima found the silent halls a little unsettling in the early afternoon. Quickly he recalled why they were so quiet. The students at U.A. were given a week off in the late summer. It was much needed after all the training they had been doing. “Looks like everyone went home to be with family. I don’t blame them,” he spoke aloud as he trudged to the showers. He figured he’d take full advantage of being alone in the dorms. As he entered the bathroom he went right for the back shower stall, it was rumored to be the biggest to the boys often fought over it. “Yes, the biggest shower, how manly,” with his towel hung on the rack he turned the water on letting it warm up as he stripped. With a sigh of relief he relaxed under the warm water his bright red hair plastering to his neck and face, he made sure to close and latch the lamest useless half door of the shower.

Kirishima allowed the water to slip down his slender back while his arms rested on the wall, his eyes closed he enjoyed the warm water. Suddenly he felt a sharp pain against his ass accompanied by an audible smack of skin on skin. “EEP!” Immediately his hands grabbed his ass as he turned to see who the hell just did that. Crimson and Scarlett orbs met in an instant. Kirishima’s drifted up to see a head of explosive blonde hair, slowly being flattened by the water stream. “Damnit Katsuki you scared me, causing an unmanly scream,” cheeks tinted pink he turned away from the blonde boy.

“Awe, babe it was only a little fun. Plus I know how much you like your ass being played with,” Bakugou smirked grabbing both round cheeks in his hands giving them a good squeeze. His heart skipped a beat when Kirishima squealed pushing his hips forward away from his hands. Bakugou’s arms snaked up the front of Kirishima as he stepped forward trapping him against the wall. “Now you can’t get away from me,” casually he nipped at the neck of the embarrassed redhead. “Let’s play,” Bakugou didn’t wait for an answer as he pinched and twisted Kirishima’s nipples inciting more squeals.

As his voice bounced off the tiled walls Kirishima grew more embarrassed unable to keep his voice down while Bakugou twisted his pink nubs. Carefully he shifted his weight on the wall using one hand to cover his mouth as he began to get louder. “Still so sensitive baby,” Kirishima’s entire body shivered as Bakugou whispered in his ear chest rested on his back rumbling with each word. Trying to regain his composure he wasn’t paying attention to Bakugou’s hands anymore. By the time he had noticed one of them wasn’t playing with his chest it was too late, calloused fingers wrapped gently around his aroused dick.

“Come here shitty hair,” Bakugou used his free hand to take Kirishima carefully by the neck and dragged him back away from the wall. He made sure not to grip too hard on his lover's throat as he pulled backward. While still teasing Kirishima’s dick he turned facing toward the front of the shower stall. “Hands on the door,” he demanded letting go of his lover stepping back to watch the boy struggle.

Kirishima’s chest rose and fell at a fast rate disoriented from the sudden withdrawal of Bakugou’s hands. He followed the orders he was given resting his hands on the top of the shower door waiting for his next task. “Legs apart, ass out,” Kirishima moved his legs apart pushing hips and ass out to Bakugou. “Good boy, how about a reward?” Bakugou smacked his ass watching the cheek turn a slight pink.

The harsh explosive boy leaned over giving Kirishima a sweet kiss gently running his hand down the redheads arched back to his ass. Casually he pulled back from the kiss moving his left hand to play with Kirishima’s dick. Eyes locked onto each other Bakugou gave a slight tug on the sensitive appendage causing Kirishima to arch up as he called out. “K-Katsuki!” Bakugou smirked plunging his fingers down his partner's throat with his free hand.

“Suck babe,” Kirishima nodded sucking on the two fingers in his mouth swirling them with his tongue until Bakugou was satisfied and pulled them free, only to be occupied by his lover's lips again. Pure bliss rocked his body as he closed his eyes moving his hips gently with Bakugou’s hand. Just as he started to relax he felt something plunge into his ass.

“Hah!” Kirishima screamed grabbing hold of the door tightly. He shot a glare at Bakugou only getting a smirk back.

Bakugou smirked at Kirishima as he pulled back his fingers only to plunge them back in. “You look so cute when you give me that look,” he paused a moment hearing the bathroom entrance open.

“I knew I heard someone in here. Told ya so Sero, and you doubted me,”

“Alright alright, can we just get what we came for and go Denki?”

“Yea sure,” Denki looked down the showers to see who it was. Almost instantly he recognized the towel hanging on the rack. “Yo Kirishima is that you?”

A lightbulb went off in Bakugou’s head as soon as he heard the two come in. As he moved his fingers in Kirishima he leaned over whispering to him. “Answer them,”

“Mmm, yea it's me. What’s up?” It took all he had to keep from moaning out while he answered Denki.

“Thought so, you good man? You sound kinda funny,” Denki took a step toward the shower stall.

“I’m hah fine, caught a nasty cold mm is all. What, what are you and S-Sero doing here?” All he wanted was to scream he felt so good.

“Oh, yea I left my Pikachu boxers here at the dorms and was looking for them. You haven’t seen them have you?”

“Fuuuh, Ah I mean no, no I haven’t. Did mm did you try the laundry room?”

“Shit no I didn’t. Thanks man we’ll go look now. Sorry to bother you hope you feel better soon. Alright Sero to the laundry room,”

“This is starting to feel like mission impossible Denki. Bye Kirishima,” their voices slowly faded as they walked back out.

“You did so good Eijiro, you deserve another reward. Is there something you want?” Bakugou was having way too much fun watching Kirishima squirm and shake under him.

“Hah, I want,”

“What? I can’t hear you, speak up or I won’t know what you want,”

“Please Katsuki, I want you to fuck me. Fuck me with your dick!” Kirishima cried out not satisfied with only Bakugou’s fingers anymore. At this point he had no more shame.

“Haha, alright since you’ve been a good boy I’ll give it to you,” truth be told he didn’t want to wait anymore. He reached around Kirishima to his shower bag hanging on the wall inside the shower. In one swift motion he pulled out a condom smirking as he showed it to Kirishima. “Can’t be too safe. Come here,” he motioned Kirishima over giving him a gentle kiss removing his fingers all the while slipping on the condom. When he was ready he made sure Kirishima knew as he always did by taking his hand intertwining their fingers. He waited for Kirishima to gently squeeze his hand to say he was ready.

Kirishima loved that about Bakugou he always made sure both of them were ready before going forward. Gently he squeezed his lovers hand more than ready.

Bakugou kissed his shoulder still holding his hand as he slid in Kirishima. “HAH!” Bakugou kissed him sweetly as he called out.

With their hands intertwined Kirishima held onto Bakugou’s hand trying to keep steady as Bakugou filled him.

“Shhh, relax,” Bakugou kept kissing his shoulders and back until he felt his partner relax. He felt Kirishima squeeze his hand for the second time letting him know he was ready. Bakugou didn’t stop the soft kisses as he began to thrust slowly. Suddenly he sunk his teeth into Kirishima’s shoulder while he slammed into him harshly. His body filled with pleasure listening to Kirishima scream to his rough thrusts.

“FUck,” Kirishima’s voice rang off the walls in the entire bathroom. It took all he had to stay on his feet pleasure coursing through his body. He looked over his shoulder wanting a kiss. There was no way he could form any word in his current state it made him rather happy when Bakugou guessed what his pleading eyes meant and kissed him. Kirishima moaned into the kiss as a thank you to his lover. Hand still locked together he rocked his hips in rhythm to Bakugou’s rough thrusts, the tight coil of pleasure begged to be set free. Kirishima couldn’t hold out much longer he squeezed Bakugou’s hand to let him know.

Bakugou got the point squeezing back he thrusted harder and faster than before, pulling back from the kiss so he could breathe. He took his free hand and took hold of Kirishima’s so both were connected, his hips pulled back then thrusted into Kirishima causing a loud smack to echo.

“K-Katsuki!” Kirishima cried out with the smack. His legs shook as he released the pleasure in his body.

Bakugou kissed kirishima again before he released. “Ejiro,” he grunted holding onto Kirishima’s hands. After a minute he came down from his pleasure high carefully pulling out of Kirishima.

As he did Kirishima lost all balance and began to fall. He was light headed from all the pleasure.

“Woah, Woah,” Bakugou caught Kirishima before he could fall, he felt rather lucky he hadn’t moved his hands yet. “I’ve got you. Lean on me,” he let go of one hand to turn the shower to a colder temperature. “How does that feel?”

Kirishima smiled leaning on Bakugou. “Much better,” he nodded standing up on his own.

“Come here babe,” Bakugou pulled him closer giving him a gentle kiss. “Now hold still,” he took Kirishima’s shampoo squirting it into his hands he reached up massaging it into the bright red hair.

“Mm that feels nice,” Kirishima hummed tipping his head back a little. After he rinsed it out he did the same to Bakugou kissing the back of his shoulder as he did. Once all clean Kirishima turned off the water grabbing his towel finding Bakugou’s hidden under it. With a chuckle he handed it over to Bakugou wrapping his own around his waist.

Bakugou took the towel from him tucking it neatly on his waist. “Ready babe?” He asked collecting his other items.

“I am indeed,” Kirishima lead the way out taking Bakugou’s hand only after he threw out the used condom. “My room?” Casually they walked hand in hand to the redhead's room. Once in Kirishima pulled out clothes for the both of them, they kept a secret stash of Bakugou’s in there just in case. “Here love,” he handed them over whole picking his own.

Bakugou kissed Kirishima’s hand as he took them and changed quickly tossing the towel into the hamper that lay by the closet. Taking Kirishima’s hairbrush he sat on the bed brushing his hair. “Come here,” he waved Kirishima over to sit on the floor in front of him. As he settled on the floor the blonde gently brushed his hair. “Are you feeling ok? Anything hurt?” He asked relaxing when his lover shook his head. Bakugo continued to brush the red hair until it was free of tangles. “All done,” he said then looked down to see Kirishima asleep. A soft chuckle left his lips as he smiled. Quietly he returned the hairbrush then scooped up Kirishima gently laying him on the bed. He settled in behind him reaching around to take his hand giving him one last soft kiss on the neck.

“I love you, Katsuki,” Kirishima mumbled half asleep.