I won't regret anything, now or ever again!

The redhead had seen it before. In a matter of days, the hierarchy inside his very classroom changed. All it took was one game and the once raging explosive king was thrust to the bottom of their class. He lost one game, and suddenly his life was in shambles and Kirishima was only a witness.

Until now.

Just like on that day, red eyes were drawn to the blond, watching as like every day since his loss, he fought back against his tormentors. He got up from his chair slowly, crossing the room to where the broken tag laid on the floor. He bent down to retrieve it as another of their classmates harassed Bakugou, attempting to put him in place like any other typical housepet, except that was his mistake. Bakugou wasn’t a typical pet, and not just for the reason of his rebellion, at least not to Kirishima. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of this one. It was finally time to do something about him.

“You really need to stop ripping this off. We’re tired of replacing it.” He stalked across to where Bakugou was still against the wall, not sparing his tormentor a single glance, as he crowded in Bakugou’s space. He reached around his neck to place the tag back where it belonged, tying it on him the best it was able to be until it was replaced again. “We’ll replace it again, but it’s coming out of your debt and next time, we’ll make sure you can’t take it off so easily.”

Red eyes shot up to meet Bakugo’s, doing his best to keep a serious expression, despite this being the last thing he wanted to do to him. He had to keep up this façade, at least for now, until they had a chance to be alone where he could actually communicate with him.

“I was taking care of him,” the tormentor pipped up behind him, clearly not through with trying to teach Bakugou a lesson yet.

Kirishima didn’t take his eyes off of Bakugou as he responded, not missing a beat, “I’m part of the council now, so he’s mine now. I’ll take care of this problem.” He wrapped one hand around the tag, back where it belonged around Bakugou’s neck, and tugged on it to indicate how serious his warning was. It took months of the council pursuing him, but finally, he agreed to join them for one reason in particular, and he was currently looking at him. “You’re mine, Katsuki Bakugou.”

This was already embarrassing enough. He didn’t need more people to jump on this. It has rough holding back what he could, hating each set of eyes judging him, belittling him. Oh just they wait, wait until this little bump was out of his path. He’d make them all pay!

Red eyes shot over, instantly gazing and who would dare speak to him that way. Like hell he was going to keep it on, every moment he could find to take it off, he would. So who was this loser trying to tell him what to do? Eyes only narrowed more as he got closer, and even closer, being in his space a little too much. “Don’t touch me.” He hissed out, disgusted already from everything and now this new development.

Ah yes, Eijiro Kirishima. He had heard about him, but never really paid him any mind. Apparently his family had no problem admitting him into the school, even though his scores weren’t as preferable. But here, it didn’t matter as much. You played the game, and if you came out on top, took the gambles and successed, you’d be set up for life. He never personally took a bet from the male. But as far as he had heard, he didn’t lose often, mostly due to his opponents unable to read him properly. A good quality to have.

He couldn’t help but watch the two loom over him, fighting over which would personally take care of him. Humiliating would be how he described this situation. There was something about the red head’s stare that got to him far more than anyone else. Maybe this is why he could maintain his status, or maybe it was something else.

“Sell out…” He muttered under his breath, responding to the council position. He already knew they didn’t take members so easily, and hearing that didn’t make him feel any better about this predicament. The tug, coupled with the look he was giving and the words uttered, made him weaker than he’d ever admit. Breath hitched in the back of his throat, making it even harder to protest to his words.

And now, he was part of the very establishment he used to hate. Part of the student council that helped run the absurd rules of this school. Before the latest downfall of such a powerful student such as Katsuki Bakugou, Kirishima would have also considered himself a sell out.

Now, however, he planned to use that status to help, starting with the one student he noticed more than anyone.

His expression remained stoic, refusing to allow the hurt from the comment to show on his face. He focused only on his goal, loosening his hand on the tag around Bakugou's neck to instead position himself between him and the rowdy student, making his intentions perfectly clear. He stated his claim over Bakugou already. Anyone who wanted to make a move on him would have to go through a council member first.

However, there was only one way to settle a challenge at this school.

"Name the game and you're on. I'll prove to you that my council status is earned. Hell, maybe I'll turn your defeat into my official announcement." It was his personal choice to withhold the announcement and keep his position on the down low, but now that they were targeting Bakugou, it couldn't wait any longer. He had to step up to protect him, even if Bakugou wouldn't see it as such right now.

He allowed the hand on his chest to shove him back, their hands slipping apart, to put some distance between them. He couldn't deny that Bakugou was right; it was easy to toy with him, and Bakugou made it so much fun. The reward for it was delicious, seeing the flush darken Bakugou's cheeks and the slight shake to his voice. But the predicament the blond found himself in went deeper than some surface level teasing.

"Okay, I'll give it a break." He lifted his hands in surrender, letting Bakugou have a brief break to gather himself. But, that didn't mean that Bakugou could simply remove the chain from around his neck.

It wasn't a wonder that Midoriya's whole body was exhausted by this point, but his friend was still determined to spend a night out with him. He didn't want to ruin it by asking any more questions, despite being convinced that Midoriya was probably pushing himself a little bit to be here, and instead focused on his sheer excitement to get a turn at playing the new horror game he heard so much about. "No way, dude! You'll suck at that kind of game! I bet your heart rate will jump up so high that you'll get overwhelmed by enemies!" He laughed good-naturedly, able to imagine it already; all of Midoriya's meticulous planning going right out the window when more enemies spawned due to his panic.

Man, was he excited to give the game a try with him!

"Oh. Well I was on a bit of a hiatus before things got a little out of the ordinary. I just wanted to let my fans know I'm still around." She didn't think it was that out of the character for idols to have meet and greets. Besides she needed something to take her mind off of the events that were transpiring.

"I guess I never really thought about it before, but it must be hard trying to balance being an idol while also performing the investigation." He knew all about the world inside the TV -- the shadows Rise fought with her friends on a daily basis to save innocent lives. It was one thing he deeply admired about her and was always eager to help in any way he could.

"But that just means you have to work harder! I admire the effort you put in, Rise!" He flashed her a big grin before looking around to survey the area she chose. "Looks perfect to me! Here, let me help you get started!"

Without an explanation, he ditched her side, disappearing around a corner. He was gone for exactly two whole seconds before strolling back in her line of sight. "Oh my God, is that Rise Kujikawa!?" He shouted her name loud enough for surrounding people to hear, some who perked up in interest at the recognition of her name.

He ran up to her, exerting as much fanboy energy as he could muster. "You're like, sooo much cuter in person!! It must be my lucky day!!" Right before a second person was drawn in to chat with Rise, he flashed her a real smile, one that was clearly proud of his brilliant on-the-spot idea to gain her some attention.

"You don't have to tell me twice." Giving a wicked smile, a switch was flipped, sending another shockwave through the kitsune. The creature was moving too much for their liking to begin with.

Another cry tore through Bakugou's being, instantly curling up tightly in a ball, his body shaking involuntarily. This wasn't good, even worse as he felt himself slipping in and out of consciousness.

Kirishima was going to kill them.

He forgot in that moment that humans were something he wanted to protect, that he fought against his own kind in order to save them, or against anything that put them in harm's way. Right now, he was about to be the one to put them in that danger. These ones didn't deserve to live.

The anger was blinding as he tore into the clearing. He charged towards the first one he saw, sinking his claws through fabric and flesh as they gripped the man's back. He pulled him back by it, letting out an inhuman roar as he threw him straight across the clearing and away from what was his.

Send "COLLARED" for my muse's reaction to your muse putting a collar on them. [x]

Maybe a pop up meet and greet wasn't the smartest decision, but she needed to get her image out there just a little more since her hiatus. It wasn't like she didn't know how to handle her own fans. She had done it for years, but there was some comfort in other's stepping in to make sure things went well. Her manager may scold her for this later.

Maybe there was a little too much enthusiasm in his declaration, but it sounded like a fun time to him. He would be able to keep Rise safe from any potential fans who had bad intentions with her and he got to spend time with one of his friends! The two of them didn't get to spend enough quality time together, which was one of the reasons he was so pumped to run into her now.

📗 Once the host brought the pair to their booth, Midoriya immediately collapsed into the seat, letting out a long sigh. “Thank you so much.” He managed to give a grin to the host before sitting up right and focusing on his friend. “I don't know about you but that course was more intense than I thought it would be!” 

His bones felt ready to break again if it weren't for finally sitting down. “I figured you'd want to come to this place since it has a big arcade section but, um,” he lifted a menu, “mind if we eat first, Kirishima?” Not that the food back in the dorms wasn't great but he wanted to try something different and treat a friend.

His friend was considerably in worse shape than he was, or at least had been. It would be easier to count which bones hadn't broken in him. "Yeah, of course! I'm starving!" He didn't care what they ate as long as some meat got into his body soon. He never complained about dorm food, especially when his best bro Bakugou made it, but it was a nice change to go out with a friend and explore a new place. "But I'm holding you to hitting up the arcade afterward!" That was where the real treat waited for him and why his friend had such an easy time convincing him to come out.

Fists tighten as hard as his teeth sank into his bottom lip, trying to focus on the self-inflicted pain instead of nervousness. This was his last chance. He had transferred to and from so many other hero schools and if UA could not help him master his power, then no one could. Nathanaël stood before the door marked 1-A, waiting for Mr. Aizawa’s signal before entering. 

Most might not have expected the quiet redhead that walked through the door, but it didn't dampen Kirishima's excitement. He was another redhead, score!

The introduction in front of the class was short, but leave it to his best friend to make sure it had a terrible end. "Bakugou!" He scolded his friend, shooting the blond who spoke out a glare. That was not the introduction the new kid deserved simply over asking a question where to sit! Did Bakugou have to be so rude all the time?

His attention shifted back to the redhead as a sincere smile spread across his lips. His eyes followed him as Nathanaël walked past him to take the empty seat behind Midoriya. He couldn't let Bakugou be the representation for how all of them acted in class, so he immediately twisted in his seat to see him. Luckily, Nathanaël wasn't far from his own seat across from Midoriya.

"Don't pay attention to Bakugou. He's always in a bad mood." It seemed like the new kid might be shy judging by the soft tone he used, which only made Kirishima want to be the first to introduce himself. Nathanaël could probably use a friendly face right off the bat.

"Hey there! I'm Kirishima Eijiro! It's great to have another redhead in class!" His lips twisted into a grin as he admired the head of hair on the other boy. Of course, his looked natural. It had only been about a week since Kirishima's last dye job, so hopefully his looked just as natural, but it was hard to compare to the real and cool thing.

"If you're going to have a pop up meet and greet, maybe I should stick around for a bit. Y'know, just to make sure everything goes okay."

The air was nice, peaceful even. The sweet scent of the trees with a light gust of wind, making his ears move from just the little push. Relaxed, he closed his eyes, laying in his favorite tree, his tree. That was until a sharp pain erupted through his body. Eyes snapped open as the forced caused his body to fall from the tree, hitting the ground hard, taking the breath out of him as it did so. Tails swirled around him, instinctively trying to hide in some sort of way. But the now arrow that was deep into his shoulder, made it difficult.

The little fox already felt so dazed, but it only got worse. Ears couldn't pick up the voices, but as soon as one spoke, volts of electricity coursed through his being, causing quite a pained yell to be produced. Once in view, not that he could even understand what was going on, two being appeared, smirking wildly.

"I knew the rumors were true. A lovely looking kitsune was spotted in this area. This fur should make us a pretty penny."

He took off running, barely clearing the village before transforming out of his human disguise. The scent of the blood was minimal. He knew his kitsune could take care of himself, but that didn't quell the instant fear struck in him for what could be happening, or the fact that he wasn't there with him to defend him and prevent even the smallest drop of blood from being spilled.

His fear intensified as the first scream reached his ears.

His body tensed. He pushed his body to move faster, barreling through whatever forest stood in his way of reaching Bakugou in time. It wasn't long before Bakugou's shout was accompanied by two other voices that sounded, and smelled, like humans coming from the same direction.

"Ramp the charge up. Lets get this over with quick and get it back to the village. We don't want the fur to get dirty," the second man instructed impatiently.