#kirichako

Half a year past their UA graduation they moved in together and that's how they've been living their life for the past 8 years. Around the same time after their graduation, Bakugo and Kirishima founded a hero agency together called Crimson Blast, where they gathered heros with offense and defense quirks. Currently, they accept interns from UA. Ochako initiated a quirk counseling program to help children understand and control their quirks to avoid situations that lead to the same fate Himiko Toga faced.

As adults, they don't always have the time, schedule, or energy to go out with friends much or even with each other, but when they can, they take the chance.

"Come on, Suki. How long has it been since we last saw Deku?" Ochako asked from the other side of the line. Her voice clear, echoing through their office once Bakugo put her on speaker.

"I don't know, but I sure was not planning on changing that today. We just finished patrolling," the blond grumbled. She could hear the rustling of gear as they changed back into their casual clothes.

"Don't be such a bum, Kats," Kirishima says with a chuckle beside him, siding with Ochako. "Today was a chill day, not much villain activity keeping us busy. It would be nice to just go out. Window shop, eat at some fancy place, talk. I'm sure Midoriya also needs a break from his teacher routine."

"Tch." Bakugo huffed. Why was he always backed into a corner by the both of them? "Fine, whatever. It's not like we have anything better to do anyway," he finally gave in. He grabbed the car keys and tugged Kirishima toward the exit. They left the agency, waving off the other heroes as they went. "We'll go home, shower, change into clean clothes, and then pick you up." Ochako agrees and hangs up, finishing up her work for the day.

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Around an hour later, they pick up Ochako. She greets them both with a kiss and settles back into the left backseat where she usually is. Kirishima has motion sickness, so he always stays in the passenger seat.

"I told Deku we would drive by UA for a quick chat. I don't know if he is free to come shopping with us, but at least we get to talk a little," she says.

"You text every week. What else do you have to catch up on?" Bakugo asks. He doesn't understand Kirishima and Ochako’s need for in person social interaction. That's what phones are for.

"But it's not the same," she justifies.

When they reach UA, Izuku is still walking toward the exit, talking with Todoroki. Right, he probably picks him up most days before they go home.

"Oi, nerd! Get it. We're going shopping," Bakugo barks out through the open window.

Izuku jumps a little at the loud voice, recognizing the car immediately. "Kacchan! I thought you just came for a quick chat?"

Kirishima leans into Bakugo's side to talk to Deku. "We thought you might need a break too. We're grabbing dinner after shopping. You two gonna turn down free food?"

Before they could answer, Bakugo intervenes. "Oi, Shitty Hair! I agreed to taking them, not paying for their damn food," he argues, shoving him back into a decent sitting position, where the redhead isn't in his personal space anymore.

"C'mon Kats, it's not that much extra. Be a man," Kiri insists, provoking him into a yes.

"I am a man. To you and Cheeks. Not to fucking Nerd and Half 'n Half." Despite the scowl and harsh words, he reluctantly nods towards the backseat. "Hurry up and get in before I change my mind, you useless bastards."

Izuku tugs Todoroki toward the car, fumbling with the backdoor handle while apologizing. "I hope it really is no trouble! I know you just got off patrol too and–" Ochako interrupts him once he is seated beside her, fastening his seat belt.

"It's no trouble at all! We're the ones inviting you." Her voice is as gentle as always, with that bright friendly smile that is so familiar to him. "We haven't caught up face to face in ages. It's nice," she adds, placing her hand on his forearm to reassure him.

They casually talk about their days. Bakugou didn’t wait long before driving off, gripping the steering wheel hard while grumbling under his breath. Kirishima reaches over, resting a hand on his bicep, grinning over his shoulder at the group in the back. "He's just grumpy. Don't listen to him. He already picked out that new BBQ spot downtown anyway. So, how has the teacher life been treating you?"

Deku gave Kirishima a smile, fidgeting with a notebook he had in hands. One of those he always writes about his quirk analysis on. Bakugo watches him through the review mirror. Before Izuku could answer, Bakugo comments. "Don't encourage the nerd. He'll ramble about quirk the entire drive otherwise," he grumbles, turning his eyes to the road once more.

Ochako intervenes, glaring at Bakugo, hoping he can at least feel the discomfort of her glare even if he can't see it directly. "Actually, I was curious to hear about that new third-year quirk you mentioned last week. Don't let Katsuki scare you off."

Bakugo scoffs, flicking his turn signal to merge onto the highway. Kirishima chuckles, squeezing his bicep gently to calm him down, turning to grin at the backseat. "We’ve got a whole drive ahead. Might as well chat while we’re at it, yeah?"

Despite the clear annoyance, Bakugo engages in the conversation in his own way. Shoto stay seated beside Izuku, listening as they talk. When Deku mentions the upcoming UA sports festival, Bakugo suddenly cuts in, hitting the wheel. His crimson eyes light up with the familiar competitive spark. "Don’t even get me started. I’m still the number one explosion quirk—ain’t no kid gonna beat my record from when we were there."

Deku scratches his cheek, laughing nervously. "I see you're as competitive as always, Kacchan, even with students."

"Everyone's competition when you want to make your way to the top, Nerd."

Kirishima touches the blonds arm and grins, turning to Izuku again, laughing heartedly. "Katsuki never lost his competitive spark. I doubt he ever will."

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Eventually, they get to the shopping. They window shop mostly, sometimes going into some stores but mainly just chatting animatedly about things they've been doing lately. Once the sun started setting, they looked for the new BBQ place Bakugo had heard about. Coming in, they're greeted by the amazing aroma of the food.

"So Deku, Todoroki, how are you doing now that you've been living together officially?" Ochako asks gently, leaning back on her seat slightly to give space for the waitress to place their plates on the table.

Deku immediately lights up with the subject, leaning forward excitedly while Todoroki sits calmly by his side. Deku's cheeks are slightly flushed as he holds Shoto's hand. "It's been really great! Shoto even started a little indoor herb garden for me. It's so sweet. It took time and some conversations to get my mom used to the idea of me moving out, but we visit her a lot through the week so she doesn't feel lonely with the house so empty."

Bakugo snorts, stabbing a piece of grilled pork with his fork and chewing sharply, before glancing up at the pair across the table. He grumbles, flicking a crumb off the tablecloth. "Took you long enough. You've been together for around the same time as we have. I think that goes to show I'm better at relationships than you are. Not only do i have two partners but they moved in with me years ago," Bakugo says with a grin. He is mostly past his rivalry with Izuku but sometimes he can't contain it. It's stupid, and often times childish, but Izuku is used to it. Plus, old habits die hard.

Ochaco kicks Bakugo under the table gently, smiling apologetically at Deku and Todoroki while Kirishima snorts into his iced tea, leaning back in his chair with a playful smile. "C'mon man, don't tease 'em too much. We just got lucky moving in together right after graduation, that's all."

Deku's cheeks flush pink as he smiles, twisting a napkin between his fingers while Todoroki rests a calm hand on his knee. Todoroki nods, speaking in his usual quiet, steady tone. "It's really nice. We have a cat now that we adopted from the shelter. Her name's Mochi."

Kirishima adjusts himself in his seat and stabs a piece of grilled pork nodding with his wide, sharp-teethed smile. "Ah yes, 'Chako showed her to us when Deku sent her a picture a few months ago, i believe it was by the time you adopted her." He looks through his phone for pics. "We have pets, too. I have a snake, and Kats has 3 rats. You must have seen them through our socials or 'Chako. I think it's dope that he has pet rats AND rat-tails,” he says while reaching to play with the two thin rat tails at the back of Bakugou’s head, the black-and-orange threads woven through them catching the light as they swayed between his fingers.

Bakugo yelps, jerking his head away to swat Kirishima’s hand away from his hair, his ears turning bright pink. He glares at him, fork pointed at Eijiro’s chest. "Quit touching my damn hair in public, you shitty idiot! I swear I’ll blow your stupid face off right here."

Ochaco giggles behind her hand, leaning over to pat Bakugo’s flushed cheek soothingly while Kirishima cackles, leaning back out of reach. She looks across the table at Deku and Todoroki, smiling warmly. "Honestly, we’re really happy you two finally found that happy ending you both deserved. It’s so nice to see."

Deku's eyes well up a little. Todoroki squeezes his hand gently and smiles softly across the table. He nods, his voice quiet but warm. "Thanks. It means a lot. We’re really happy for you three, too. You all earned it."

Bakugo grunts, pushing a basket of extra fries across the table toward Deku, his gaze fixed on his plate. He’s too proud to outright say anything soft or emotional, but he gets the point across. "Yeah, whatever. Don’t go crying all over the table, I didn’t bring you here to soak our damn food."

Deku laughs through his happy tears, wiping his face properly and thanking Bakugo through his smile. Kirishima leans back in his chair, clapping his hands once, grinning bright and satisfied. "Alright, enough sappy stuff! Who's up for sharing that giant deep fried ice cream they got on the menu? I'm buying!"

Bakugo snorts, leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed, but there’s a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. Ochaco lights up immediately, clapping her hands softly in excitement. "Oh, that sounds amazing! I’ve been craving something sweet all day. This is perfect. I say we do it."

Bakugo, of course, is opposed. "Not me. The fuck kinda person thinks of deep frying an ice cream? Weirdos. Order me a coffee instead."

Kirishima waves down the waiter to put in the order. He tucks the menu closed. "C’mon, you’re just mad you don’t like sweet stuff. I’ll get you that extra black coffee you love, don’t you worry."

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Once they leave the shopping, they're met with the cold breeze and dark sky of the night. Kirishima claps his hands together and looks between the four of them, grinning sharp and bright. "Let’s hit that new bar down the street! I hear they’ve got great craft beer. We should all grab one more drink before heading home."

Bakugo grumbles, burying his car keys into his pocket, but his scowl is softer than it was earlier. He glances over at the rest of the group, jerking his chin toward the direction of the bar. "Fine, but if any of you idiots throw up in my car later, I’m leaving you on the side of the road. Got it?" He pauses. "I'm looking at you, hair for brains."

Ochaco links her arm with Deku’s, smiling gently as they all start walking toward the bar. "It’s such a nice night out. This is the perfect way to end the day."

Once they get to the bar they order their drinks. Wine for Ochako and Todoroki and and beers for the others. Soon enough, Ochako and Izuku became a little tipsy, the alcohol making them giddy. They aren't the strongest for drinks. They chat animatedly while Shoto plays with Izuku's green curls quietly, seemingly focused on what his boyfriend is saying. Bakugo has only drank one beer because he is on the wheel. Safety above everything. Who would drive them home after all? Ochako is tipsy and Kirishima... Well, Kirishima is very happily drunk and flirting with his boyfriend.

He slumps against the blond’s side, grinning lopsidedly as he cards his warm hand through Bakugo’s spiky strands. He nuzzles his neck, voice thick and affectionate. "You look really good tonight, man. So handsome. Can’t believe I get to call you mine, y’know that? And 'Chako too. She's so beautiful today, even after coming off work. Man, I'm so lucky."

Bakugo huffs, but doesn’t push the drunk redhead off his shoulder, just shoves a half-empty water bottle into his hand. He glares at him but his ears are pink. "Shut up, you idiot. You’re already slurring. You really can't go easy on the damn drinks, can you?"

Ochaco laughs softly from across the table, leaning against Deku’s shoulder while she watches the two bicker, her cheeks pink from the wine she'd been drinking. She twists her glass between her fingers. "They’re always like this. You get used to it after a while. Some things never change, even after ten years. I love them so much..." she admits softly, her gaze tender. They've been with her for the worst and for the best, and she can't help but feel immense gratitude over the love these two have for her.

Deku nods sleepily, smiling to himself as Shoto brushes a strand of hair off his forehead. He lifts his drink in a lazy toast, eyes crinkling at the edges when he looks at the three of you. "I know what you mean. We’re all really lucky, aren’t we? We got the happy ending we all fought for. It makes me happy to see you three love each other so much."

In comparison to the tender dialogue between Ochako and Izuku, Kirishima's dialogue with Bakugo is rather... vulgar.

The sharp toothed man is still leaning against Katsuki, one hand sliding up Bakugo’s thigh, grinning sloppy and warm with alcohol fanning over his jaw. He hums, voice low enough only Bakugo can hear. "You know, Kats... Can’t wait to get you and ‘Chako home later."

Bakugo’s face burns bright red, and he smacks the water bottle against the redheads chest once more. He kicks Kirishima’s shin under the table. "Shut up, you absolute perv. Can’t you wait five goddamn minutes until we’re alone? Jesus. Drink the damn water before I drown you in it."

Kirishima whines loud and dramatic, dropping his head onto Bakugo’s shoulder and wrapping both arms tight around his bicep. He's such a big man, but really, he's just an idiot in love. He nuzzles into the crook of Bakugo’s neck, breath warm against his skin, slurring a little. "C’mon, Kats… I just wanna get home to both of my favorite people. Is that so wrong?"

Ochaco observes them. She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, fingers tapping gently against her half-empty wine glass. "He’s right though… I’m ready to head home too. It’s been a long day, and im a little tipsy now."

Deku blinks, lifting his head from Todoroki’s shoulder where he’d been dozing off, his eyes glassy from alcohol. He rubs at his cheek, voice soft and sleepy. "Yeah, we want to head home too. Im tired, and we have to wake up early tomorrow."

Bakugo stands up, tossing a handful of cash down on the bar to cover the tab, then yanks Kirishima up by the back of his jacket. He glares around at the group, already heading for the door. "Hurry the hell up. I'm driving you all home before any of you pass out here. Let's go." So much for being harsh, but he waits for them by the door to make sure Ochako isn't as drunk as Kiri and can walk by herself.

She straightens her skirt and helps Izuku stand steady, linking their arms together as they follow Bakugo out the door. She pauses under the warm streetlight, smiling soft and fond at the group, then turns to walk toward the car. "It was such a good night. Let's do this again next month, yeah?"

Deku nods enthusiastically, stumbling a little into Todoroki’s side as they walk, grinning bright. Todoroki wraps an arm around his waist to steady him, nodding once in agreement. His face is as neutral as always. A bit flushed from the alcohol but he isn't drunk or even tipsy. He spent the night playing with Izukus curls and ended up not finishing his drink. "Yeah, next month works perfectly. We’ll bring Mochi next time if you three want to see her, she’s really gentle."

Bakugo fishes his car keys in his pocket, unlocking the car with a click and opening the passenger door, helping Eijiro inside before leaning against the door, arms crossed. He nods at the group, waiting for everyone to climb into the back. "Sure. Just don’t bring that damn cat anywhere near my rats, alright? I don’t need ‘em getting stressed by a dumb furry."

Ochaco climbs into the backseat beside Deku and Todoroki, buckling her seatbelt with a soft laugh. She leans her head against the window, watching the streetlights blur past and smiles. "I wish Mochi could meet Kirishima’s snake instead. He’s super calm around other people for a snake. But we dont know how the introduction of a cat to a snake might be, so it's not worth risking."

Kirishima turns around in the front seat, grinning lopsidedly as he taps the dashboard with one finger, still a little drunk from the beer. He nods enthusiastically. "That would be awesome if they could meet. I bet Marshmallow would love to meet you guys. He’s really friendly with everyone. 'Chako's right though, i won't risk him near a cat."

Bakugo pulls out of the parking lot, one hand resting on the steering wheel while the other taps a steady rhythm. He grunts, glancing in the rearview mirror at the dozing group in the back. How come he always has to babysit these idiots? A few minutes later, he stops by Deku and Todoroki's house, and they leave the car. Izuku's really sleepy, partially because of the time and partially because of the alcohol. Shoto nods and thanks Bakugo for inviting them and giving them a ride. Deku manages something sounding like "Thanks, Kacchan," but it's too slurred to make out properly.

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Kirishima slumps against Bakugo’s side in the front seat, warm and loose from the beer, his hand sneaking over to rest on Bakugo’s thigh. He grins lopsidedly up at him, then glances back at Ochaco in the empty backseat. "Finally alone. So ready to head home now. Been waiting all night to have you two to myself."

Ochaco leans forward from the backseat, her fingers brushing lightly over Kirishima’s hand on the seat. She hums, warm and sleepy against. "Me too. Let’s go home. I just wanna curl up with both of you in bed."

In no time, Ochako's eyes water while Kirishima's hand grips Bakugos thigh. A vein on his temple throbs visibly, and he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Quit that blubbering, idiot. I’m pulling over to get you some water before we head home," he says gruffly before adding, "How come you're so different when you drink? One immediately becomes horny and the other becomes emotional"

Kirishima snorts, squeezing Bakugo’s thigh and leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek. He grins, still bright and teasing even drunk, not at all sorry for how he’s acting. "What can I say? I just get really happy around my two favorite people, that’s all."

Ochaco wipes at her eyes, laughing softly through the last of her tears when she hears Bakugo grumble. She tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, leaning forward to wrap an arm around both of their shoulders from behind. "It's just been such a good night, I got all emotional. I love you two so much. And I've missed Deku. And im so lucky to have you two. You're so special to me. I’m sorry, I just got really happy... Seeing all of us okay after everything. It just got to me..."

Bakugo pulls the car over at a gas station, slamming it into park before turning to look at Ochaco in the backseat. "Come on, idiots. Out with you, we’re getting water and that damn strawberry candy you like. I know that’ll fix the waterworks."

Kirishima stumbles out of the car after Bakugo, grabbing a water bottle from the cooler inside the gas station and holding it out to Ochaco. He grins soft and warm, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "See? Kats knows exactly how to cheer you up. He's a big softie under all that yelling. Isn't he so hot when he's considerate?"

Bakugo throws a packet of strawberry candy at Kirishima’s head, ears pink as he grabs a pack of gum for himself. He glares. "Hurry up and eat the damn candy before I change my mind about being nice.”

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Bakugo drops the keys by the door, kicking it shut with his foot, and scowls at Kirishima when the redhead immediately holds onto him. He shoves at Kirishima’s chest. "Can’t you keep your hands to yourself for five goddamn minutes, you horny dumbass?" Before Eijiro can answer Ochako stumbles past them, and Bakugo grabs her.

He takes them both to their bedroom. Ochako lays down, and Bakugo removes her heels. Kirishima tugs on his shirt when he lays down, signaling for him to join them, but soon enough, he's knocked out cold. "Tch. Idiots." He removes Ei's sneakers and places them down next to the bed too.

He sighs and heads to the bathroom for a quick shower after tonight. Once he's in the shower he lets the hot water cascade over his body. Despite how much he may complain about them, or how harshly he speaks or how rough he acts or how sharp-edged he seems, he would not change anything about Eijiro or Ochako or their relationship. He feels immense pride to be theirs and that they're both his. No amount of public recognition for him as a hero could make Katsuki Bakugo as proud and fulfilled as he feels when he looks at those two.

kirichako

how they started dating:

It starts with Uraraka joining Kirishima’s gym routine to increase her strength and stamina for missions.

Kirishima happily agrees to train with her bc he loves cheering people on, and she appreciates someone who treats her like an equal, not a delicate flower.

Their gym sessions are full of friendly competition:

“Bet I can hold this plank longer!” “You’re on, Round Cheeks! don’t cry when you lose.”

They become those gym partners who hype each other up embarrassingly loud.

One day, she lifts a weight she’s been struggling with, and Kirishima is so proud that he hugs her without thinking… and realizes he likes her.

Uraraka catches herself staring at him during cooldowns, thinking: “Wow… he glows when he’s proud.”

A mutual friend (probably Kaminari) blurts out,

“You two are basically dating. Just kiss already.”

After a very flustered denial, they agree to “try a date”…

…and it works instantly because they already act like a team.

trope types:

Sunshine x Sunshine

Friends-to-lovers who everyone else saw coming

Supportive power couple

Mutual pining (hidden under “fitness encouragement”)

would they last or nah:

Long-term, stable relationship.

They both value communication, honesty, and teamwork.

Their fights are mostly about stupid things like who ate the last protein bar.

Serious arguments? Rare. They talk things out instead of letting things fester.

Even if they hit a rough patch, I feel like they’re the type to take a breather, apologize, and adjust.

Their shared work ethic and mutual support make them extremely compatible long-term.

bakujirou addon:

Katsuki speaks more softly around Jirou because he knows her ears are sensitive. He’ll even glare at others who are too loud near her.

Jirou thinks it’s cute but will never say so out loud.

Katsuki acts like it’s “no big deal,” but everyone knows he’s being gentle just for her.

She teases him about it sometimes, but affectionately:

“Didn’t know the big scary Bakugo could whisper.” “…Don’t make me stop.”

He adjusts his explosions around her so the sound won’t hurt.

Jirou introduces him to things he’d never admit to liking.

Katsuki will scold anyone who mocks her music tastes.

She sits next to him during training; he’s the safest loud person in her life.

When she’s overwhelmed by noise, he becomes an instant shield:

“Tch. Get behind me. I got it.”

Jirou is the only person who can tell him to shut up without him snapping back.

He loves when she hums absentmindedly beside him.