#monoshima

         Kirishima stopped, resisting the urge to groan.

         Honestly, he wasn’t in the mood to deal with this guy of all people now. Any other day and he might find the class’s self-proclaimed rival’s little antics simply irritating, or even cute ( what? it was funny, seeing him get so worked up over the most trivial of things! ). Now?

          God, he might just sock a guy in the face.

         Which was a pretty bad idea, now that he thought of it. Not just with the chill guy vibe he’d been trying so hard to keep up, but considering the other’s Quirk. But just how fast could Monoma harden up compared to him if he tried anything? Did he want to find that out? He bet he already knew the answer, the bastard couldn’t possibly use his Quirk better than he could–

         “Got fed up with them? Or perhaps, did you get yourself kicked out?”

        His tongue briefly slid out to wet his lips as he inhaled, teeth sinking into the lower one with a sigh. This was a bit different than the usual taunting.

        Was he in a bad mood, too? Seemed like it.

        “I’m surprised you didn’t go off to drag Tetsutetsu to keep you company. You seem to like having everyone’s attention on you, always preening for even a scrap of it." What the hell– “He’s pretty fond of you, but honestly I’d rather you keep away from him. I mean, you’re really such a bad influence, you know–”

         He was just spewing things to get a rise out of him. Monoma was all-too used to the way he had everyone perceive him, so the guy might only be expecting the usual, maybe an annoyed glance, a retort, perhaps trying to upset him. Or maybe he was trying to see him lose really his temper this time, see if he’d swing his fist and give him a reason to get those frustrations out. Or get him in trouble, that too. Aizawa would probably take his side anyways.

       Yeah, better not give him that satisfaction.

        C’mon, he’s just being stupid as usual. Don’t think much of it. Kirishima took a deep breath and began to start walking off, Don’t think much of it, he’ll wander off to find some other sucker if you keep calm, waving his hand dismissively as he spoke, “We’re not attached at the hip, y’know. He likes you way more than me, anyways.”

       A slight grin tugged at his lips at the other’s silence, save for a soft hum–maybe in surprise, maybe in acknowledgment. Only to have it wiped off his face after a snort was followed by,

       “Of course, of course. Then again, the one who’s always with you is Bakugou, right?”

        Kirishima stopped. Which was a mistake, because, fuck, he could just see the grin tugging at Monoma’s lips now that he’s hit something–

        “Ah, right, right, I should have figured. It’s not everyone’s attention you want, is it? You just want his.”

        He’s just being stupid. He’s just being stupid, don’t think much of it–

        A smug sigh. “I really don’t get it. Everyone in your class, even Tetsutetsu, and you pick that guy to be your favorite? There’s really gotta be something wrong with you. Or maybe you’re just a masochist.”

         Teeth grit tight. Don’t think much of it, he’s being stupid–

        “I mean, come on! That guy’s got the personality of a dumpster fire! Even with your evident inclination, I’d figure you’d have some semblance of taste. But no, it just had to be him–" 

         Kirishima’s eyes widened as he slowly turned to face the other.

         He should have known better than to do that. He should have known better than to give him a chink in his armor, something to grasp at and continue to poke fun at him. To mock him. But damn if he didn’t feel that urge to punch him straight in the fucking jaw rise up again, damn if he didn’t feel anger well up, too hard to choke back so easily anymore, damn, damn, dammit–

          “If you were any smarter, you could absolutely do better than that. It’s insulting you would put Tetsutetsu on the same level as that guy!" 

                                                   Shut up.

         “Kidnapped by villains, failing his own license exam despite claiming to be the best, and he still has the nerve to act so high-and-mighty!" 

                                    Shut up, shut up, shut up–

         “It’s a surefire miracle that he hasn’t been kicked out yet. And, hey, with his temper, I’d give it a month tops before he’s finally deemed of being unworthy with his shit-attitude–”

           Kirishima hadn’t known what had happened there. One moment, he felt his blood set to a boil and his teeth bite clean through his lip, the next a sharp thud alerted him along with a cry from the other. That he suddenly had the other boy pinned to the wall, one of his hands holding the other’s two at the sleeves, his other arm pressed against the other’s throat, jacket against skin.

           “Shut the fuck up," Kirishima snapped, lips curled back in a harsh snarl. “What the hell do you know about Bakugou, huh? Other than yer stupid fucked up perception of him?”

          He was sure Monoma would have given him a cocky answer if he weren’t sputtering.

         Sputtering, choking, eyes wide in shock and fear, realizing too late he might have spoken one taunting word too many, gotten one reaction he hadn’t seen coming for once.

          And, oh God, was it so damn satisfying having him like this.

          The snarl melted into a bit of a smirk as he pressed his arm down a little harder. “Aww, what? Got nothin’ ta’ say? Neito? D’ya lose yer nerve?”

         “Ngh–!”

        The strangled cry had a ragged exhale leaving Kirishima’s lips, a slight chill running down his spine.

         “Man, you really had to go and piss me the fuck off, didn’t ya?" he hissed. “God, you’re so fucking annoying, it’s about time I got ta’ shut you up. You should feel lucky I didn’t think ta’ break your jaw first!"

          The other boy’s mouth opened and closed, once, twice, like a fish out of water, body squirming under his hold, even if freezing sharply when the blond felt him Harden his arm just a little. Not enough to tear the sleeves separating his skin from the other’s, but enough to force more pressure and offer incentive to quit moving.

         Though he’d be lying if he said that wasn’t part of the appeal here.

         A soft sheen of red tinged Monoma’s face now, from the effort of his struggle, from the lack of air. Sweat beaded on his skin as he tried to gasp out his words, eyes wide in slight panic. Saliva pooled and dribbled from the corner of his mouth as the words struggled to leave him.

         “Ack–Ki...Kiri–sto–”

         “Ehh~? What’s that?" Tongue licked blood off his lips as Kirishima leaned forwards, teasingly keeping his face so damn close to the other’s skin. Just enough to feel feather-soft half breaths against his own, just enough that he could move away should the other try and make contact. “You gotta speak louder, Neito-kun~"

          “Geh...!”

          “Go on. Talk to me. I wanna hear your pretty little voice now.”

           This...this was twisted.

           Getting so fired up over seeing the other boy like this, so damn helpless. Each half-breath the other took sent a pulse of heat rushing through his veins, searing and boiling right down to his toes, filling his chest and the depths of his belly with such spine-tingling warmth.

            Each shudder from the other’s body tore at whatever shreds of self-control he still had, making soft gasps of his own leave his lips as he continued to taunt the other. The notion that someone might stumble across them like this–however far back in his mind the worry was–left a feeling of excitement, adrenaline coursing through him, too.

                                       Y̷ơ̴͞u͢'͞r̛̀̀e͏̷͞ ͜h̢͠u҉́r͠t̢̀͞i͜ńg̀͢ ̢͝hi͜m҉̨͜, ̛͘E̶͞ij́i͘r̸̀ò͞u͠!̨̡́

          A part of him knew this, a soft part of him being drowned in the midst of a burning urge to keep this up anyways. To push the other and see what other pretty faces he could make the longer he was deprived of oxygen, the longer he was pressed against the wall and taunted. Finally put in his fucking place.

          God, all that just to see those pretty blue eyes roll back in his head, body feebly struggling against him, a final, shuddered gasp, a groan–

          It was thrilling, so damn thrilling, having this control, even more the risk that came with this stunt. 

                                     ͢͡A͜ f̶̶͘ęe̵̛li̸͘n͘g͞ ̨h҉͟è̸͝ ̨al͘͟͢mǫ̵s̀͡t͝ ̶mi͢͟s̨s̨e̵d͘͟–̸͝

          He had him right here, he could show him what his damn place was, force the lesson right into his thick fucking skull and make him stay there. And anybody who came across them would see it too. They’d see what he was capable of, they’d see what happened to anyone who so much as dared talk badly of his precious friends–

         And then their gazes met, edging frenzy meeting fear and something he couldn’t quite identify.

          “...Ei...ji–”

And reality came

                                crashing

                                                     right 

                                                                 down.

          Kirishima’s eyes widened and he let go, backing up fast as the other began to sputter and cough, slumping and leaning heavily against the wall. 

          Chills–unpleasant this time, so unpleasant–ran down his spine as he watched Monoma try and fail steady himself, gasping and coughing so harshly he couldn’t help but wince. Watching the blond’s legs tremble and almost give out on him broke his stillness–Kirishima couldn’t help stepping forwards to lift him up, a frantic, guilt-laced apology on his lips, only to hold back when the other raised a hand.

         Give me a minute, he seemed to say. I’ve got this.

         A breath, two, Kirishima felt cold dread seeping through his body where fire had burned through before, as he slunk back and pressed his back against the wall. A shakier breath, then another, his shoulders hunched as the boy shot him a sidelong glance, some unreadable emotion swirling within steely blue hues.

          Which only served to make him feel worse, a whine almost rising in his throat the longer he couldn’t bring himself to look away. 

          No, no, no–what the hell had he been doing?! He could have knocked him unconscious, or–or worse, he could have seriously hurt the guy just then! What would he do if that had happened?!

                           What would he do if a teacher found out?

         Monoma abruptly stood back up, even if still gasping a little. But it was enough. Enough to snap Kirishima out of his thoughts forced him to not shrink back at the other’s withering gaze. At his scoff.

         It was then that Kirishima started forwards, a stronger attempt at an apology just leaving his lips, worried and fretful questions bubbling up...

         ...when the other’s hand suddenly shot forwards and grabbed at his shirtfront, yanking him forwards before he could think to protest or fight it.

          Then the feeling of the other’s lips slammed right onto his.

          Kirishima could only yelp gasp out a, "H-hey–!", as he jolted back before the other’s mouth was on him again, moving against his far more determinedly than before. Insistent, intent to make sure he wouldn’t dare pull away, wouldn’t let him.

         He stumbled back as the other pushed forwards, groaning as his back hit the wall hard, eyelids fluttering shut.

         It was this that had the other’s movements stuttering, the other’s soft lips parting from his with a shaky gasp. But through the haze that began to form over his mind, Kirishima couldn’t find it in him to care. He was already riled up from a few minutes prior, but with this?

        Did Monoma really think he’d be able to get away so easy?

        Kirishima continued the damn kiss himself, closing the distance between them again, eagerly licking and biting at the other’s lower lip, wrapping an arm around the other’s waist to keep him there, pull him back in. Breath hitched as the other’s hold on his shirt tightened, body pushing forwards, closer to his, deepening the kiss within a sharp gasp.

         A flood of heat flooded his body once more as their shuddered breaths mixed, barely enough to really do much for them at all.

         But they refused to break away, refused, the other’s taste right on his tongue, gasping, still gasping, he hadn’t properly regained his breath. Kirishima’s hands moved to hold the other, loosening around his waist and sliding up his back, another hand on his hip, gripping tight.

        A bruising kiss, another, God, he wanted more. 

        His free hand gently worked against the other’s body, groping from his hip, along his side, down to his upper leg, feeling a sharp delight with every little hitch of his breath, every little moan, digging his fingers into the firm thigh ever so slightly–

         The other’s hand moved along his jaw, the pads of his fingertips stark cold against flushed hot skin. Fingers moved until they curled within crimson strands and yanked back hard, tearing a gasp from him before it was cut short by another kiss, messier now, almost desperate. Desperate, enough to damn near make him feel like the other were trying to devour him, making his legs tremble and his self-control succumb to the onslaught the blond forced upon him. That he fucking loved.

          Kirishima shivered, groaning as he gently rolled his hips forwards. Little pinpricks of electricity sparked to life through his body in hearing the other’s voice, a shaky, muffled sound that flooded heat through his body. 

         Sharp teeth caught on the other boy’s tongue. A yelp, then the fine tang of coppery metal laced his own, feeling the other buck into him slightly as he sought more of it, he didn’t care, it was good, couldn’t care, it felt so good, he couldn’t find it in himself to care at all–

                                     Pull back, stop it, danger–

         But Kirishima didn’t care, he didn’t want to end this, he–

          And then there it was. 

         The moment his hold had loosened on Monoma to let his hands further roam over him, a sharp punch suddenly slammed hard into his gut.

          A strangled cry burst from his lips pain flooded him, setting every nerve alight anew. Mixing with the damn haze and rush of the kiss as his legs finally gave out from under him, as the other let him go and collapse onto the floor.

         Monoma backed away, wiping hard at his mouth as Kirishima continued to gasp and sputter, trembling against cold tile. “What? It’s not fun having the breath taken out of you, now is it?”

         Kirishima coughed, then glared up at him as humiliation burned in his face. As he forced his sprawled body to get up, at least a little. What his body would–could–allow, as he tried to slow his panting breaths.

         The other boy hummed, tapping his chin, then tilted his head. “As I thought, you really do look better on your knees. This a sight Bakugou gets to see often?”

         Unbearable heat rushed into Kirishima face as his lips parted before the laugh interrupted,

         “Whatever. It’s none of my concern. You’re pretty fun when you’re not trying to be some class sweetheart, you know. Feels a lot more natural.”

          What?

         A shrug, then Monoma turned around as he strode off. “Guess you should be a good little dog and run back to your master." Okay that–what was that weird feeling in his gut- “I’m sure he’s just aching for some of your, frankly, sloppy kisses–”

          A breath, two–Kirishima forced himself to standing and stormed after the other boy. Before the other could turn back around, even harden his hand again enough to hurt, he grasped the blond’s shoulder, using it to twist him around enough to allow him reach to grab, then lick his face, from cheek to brow.

          Sharp sounds of disgust burst from the blond’s lips. But before he could be pushed away, Kirishima made certain to lean in close, breath just against his ear, to voice, clear enough for the other,

          “Woof.”

         The struggle stopped near instantly. 

         Even still, Kirishima pulled away and flashed to other a teeth-baring grin as he was met with an incredulous gaze. Incredulous, then almost intrigued, a little grin of Monoma’s own formed on his lips.

          “Oh?” His hands moved, soft, chilled fingers touching either side of his face. “Alright, down, boy. Come on, settle down.”

         Kirishima blinked, feeling the odd little sensation from before spark in his still-sore gut.

         ‘Good little dog’ ‘Down, boy’–the thoughts echoed in his mind as Monoma raised a scolding brow. What...did he just start–?

         Still...a shaky breath, then Kirishima knelt. Well, more like dropped to his knees at Monoma’s sharp little tut. But his gaze never once left the other, as Monoma’s features finally slipped into something more akin to approval.

          Fingers brushed through his hair, gently, almost lovingly, as a chorus of, ‘Good boy, such a good boy–’, left the other, making a bit of warmth bloom in his chest again. Eyes fluttered shut as chilled fingertips ran along his scalp, soothing little touches and scritches, a soft little noise in his throat, then again, ‘Good boy, you’re such a good boy aren’t you–?’

        A huffed whine slipped from Kirishima lips as he felt a slight tug on his hair.

         “God, I should have done this awhile ago,” he heard, just barely, still caught up in the little rush of praises he’d received. A pleasant little rush, quite unlike the one before–

        “Alright, I think I can play with you just a little longer–stand.” Kirishima scrambled to his feet, freezing when Monoma raised his hand, “And wait.”

         As soon as he obeyed, Monoma drew closer once more, a hand clamping tight over his eyes. Breath caught, Kirishima felt the other’s lips press gently against his, then his jaw, ear–

        “Don’t you dare show this side to anyone but me,” he heard crooned, “You hear me?” making a shiver run down his spine as teeth just brushed the shell of he ear. “I’ll see you tomorrow, hm? Be a good boy for me until then.”

         And then then hand dropped away, and Monoma was gone, turned heel to stride off as though nothing had happened. 

         Kirishima let out a soft exhale, stumbling back into a wall. Touching his fingertips against the places the other’s warm breath had, feeling cold slowly seeping in and taking their place. But far from feeling lonely or upset, no, none of that–

         Fuck, he felt a little exhilarated. Felt better than most anything else had left him before. And, God, he wanted more of it. More, more, he was aching for it, desperate to hear that sharp mouth spill praises for him over insults. Or maybe both? Hell, he didn’t care what it happened to be, so long as Monoma’s attention was on him again, to chase after him right goddamn now–

        Ah, but he was told to wait, huh? It would be a shame to break that rule.

        Especially if it might lose him something nice next time around.

        So Kirishima only watched as the other turned the corner and out of sight, then he let a shaky grin form on his face. A breath, two, then he shoved his hands in his pockets and strode off opposite the way Monoma had gone, intent on heading back to the dorms.

       Yeah...yeah, he’ll be patient. He’ll be patient and see where this took them.

        So this guy was alright seeing whatever unpleasant things he had to show? Alright with seeing something other than the eager sunshine boy everyone else did? Wanted to play along some weird little game? Fine, all fine. He’ll play along too, just for him. Who knew, it might be even more fun. It sure was now, compared to what they’d started with.

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