When Eijirou wakes up, he's not in his bed.
The pillow is too hard for his tastes, the posters on the walls are all wrong and the sheets smell overwhelmingly like...
- it's a #NSFW thread, of course
- kiribakus are in their third year of UA
- there's angst
- I hc Kiri as gay and Baku in the demi spectrum
- POV alternating
- to comment: quote retweet, please!
- sorry for the potential eng mistakes 🙏
The pillow is too hard for his tastes, the posters on the walls are all wrong and the sheets smell overwhelmingly like...
Bakugou's pull is simply too strong. Eijirou should be well aware of it, by now.
The lower half is fortunately hidden under the sheets, but the top speaks for itself.
Multiple times. Switched a hell lot, too. Eijirou is sure there's a matching constellation of bruises and scratches on his own torso and why not, overall body.
It surely feels like it does.
Not as much as Eijirou hates himself, though. That's for sure.
He squeezes the shirt that has just become his most despised one and closes the door behind his back.
Also, I feel like I need to specify this for who doesn't know me: THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL I'D LET THIS FINISH IN AN ANGSTY WAY. Don't worry my amigos, they'll be happy and all sexed up in the end!)
Please. Just quote retweet if you wanna say something 😣
All day long, Katsuki's heart has been fusing like a nuclear core.
Every beat leading to an unstoppable decay that poisoned his thoughts, his feelings.
He didn't even try to wake Katsuki up, instead did everything to be quiet, to avoid dealing with the shit they got themselves into.
To avoid looking Katsuki in the face.
Two fucking cowards, that's what they both are.
But at least he's a coward with a reason.
And it's not about his tastes laid bare, all the secrets that his body let out in muffled screams of desire.
Now that he's fucking lucid, though, that's another matter. And his heart is goddamn close to total collapse.
He doesn't wanna know if his confession got ignored because unwelcomed or, more simply... it didn't even get across.
Because they got hit by a hellish quirk that made them loose their inhibitions and fueled their undisclosed desires.
Because last night Kirishima almost gave him everything he could wish for...
Shit. He knew it would come down to this. Better get it over with.
Well, we're done for now! Another update later this night (CEST) back from Kiri's POV. He'll talk a bit with Denki because I love one zap boy & some things about the Cursed Night will be explained
Thank you so f much for sticking with me, I love y'all 😭💘)
Eijirou is sitting at his desk, yet he'd very much like be anywhere else.
The bell that signals lunch break just rang, but it might as well be the one that announces his death by embarrassment, because...
"I mean, at first I thought it was just an impression of mine. A kind of reeeally unwanted dream, you know? But then I spoke with Todoroki and..." Kaminari lowers his tone and leans into Eijirou's desk.
How could he forget about Shouji? He lives right next door, for god's sake.
Kaminari raises one brow.
"Oh, yeah, all night long and /casually/ in your bedroom?", he says in a louder tone than necessary.
Kaminari's interest is piqued and he motions him to go on.
"It was bad, Kaminari. This group was even involved in human and sex traffic".
"The group /was/? Please tell me you got those scums behind bars".
Kirishima nods, a little relief filling him at the thought of one good thing that happened last night.
"We were able to beat them and hand them to the police, but... one of the villains had a strange quirk, and it hit me and Bakugou. We didn't realize it until we came back".
"How come I didn't hear anything about the arrest in the morning news?".
"The police is keeping it quiet. They don't think we got all of the group. I do hope they're wrong, though. Actually, I shouldn't even be telling you this, right now".
"Shit, alright. I'm sorry, man. Are you better now? And why aren't you and Bakugou talking? You fight all the time during training, was it that much worse?".
"As I said... things got out of hand. That quirk... it brought out things we never faced about each other".
"Like old grudges?".
Kirishima simply nods, and Kaminari pats his shoulder sympathetically.
Eijirou isn't that sure they didn't, at least emotionally speaking.
So much for being manly, huh.
Next episode: the Big Talk with Midnight-sensei 👀 Does she know? Or she doesn't? I, furrsure, know everything uwu✨)
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Midnight lead the way to the teacher's lounge without even glancing behind her back.
That left Katsuki and Kirishima walking side by side in a silence that got heavier with every step.
Katsuki shrugs, and with the corner of his eye, he can see Kirishima scratch his nape.
"I know it was a lot to take in. It was a pretty hard baptism to my line of work, but I'm glad we could intervene and put those bastards where they belong".
"I believe so", Midnight replies, with a tilt of her head."If you don't want to open your hearts to me, I guess you can go", she gestures them away with one hand.
Both he and Kirishima turn back to face her, cautious to not let seep how much that error of judgment costed them.
"Do you have anything to report on that matter?".
"You're both awfully quiet".
"There's nothing wrong with seeking help when our minds are troubled, Bakugou. Especially in our line of work. You should have learned that, by now".
"Listen up, boys".
He realizes neither of them has basically said a word the whole length of Midnight's speech, and that makes him scowl.
"That's all I wanted to say. You can go, now. Come on, shoo".
Outside the staff room, the hallways are deserted. All the kids are having lunch in the cafeteria, or relaxing in their dorm lounges.
/Man up/, he says to himself, taking a step forward.
"What", he spits, without even turning around. Part of Eijirou is glad he didn't... and Ejirou would like to punch that unmanly part hard in the face.
He's not slouching as usual. There's almost a palpable stiffness to his body.
Eijirou is about to call him again, but Bakugou finally replies.
It riles Eijirou up, but mostly it makes him feel disappointed. And really, incredibly sad.
"Are you for real, Bakugou?".
"Does it seem like I'm jocking to you?", he snarls. Then, in a firmer tone, like he's trying to convince himself as well...
"Nothing fucking happened, Kirishima. Get over it".
"That's how you wanna deal with this?".
Bakugou raises his head defiantly.
"If it's like it didn't happen, then why are we fighting?".
/And why does it feel like I've already lost you?/, Eijirou would ask if he wasn't afraid of the answer.
"I don't know, Kirishima. You tell me. I wasn't the one who flew out the fucking room like a thief".
His traitorous mind starts to stir its gears.
Would Bakugou have preferred if that morning he stayed? Would his presence have been accepted? Maybe even welcomed?
"I needed room to breathe. I figured you needed it, too". It's the truth, but it's also the biggest excuse Eijirou has ever used.
And it only makes Bakugou grit his teeth harder.
"Don't", he pleads, and he doesn't even know what he's asking for.
He doesn't try to pull away, and after a moment, his eyes seem to lose their bitterness, too. They dart all over Eijirou's face, like Bakugou's trying to drink in his features.
Flashes of other expressions, the ones that the night before Bakugou let slip during the high of pleasure, fill Eijirou's vision and make his heart beat faster.
That night left traces everywhere, in their emotions as well as in the shadow of the bruises barely covered with makeup on Bakugou's neck.
One time, he jokingly told Bakugou that the way he smells makes Eijirou wanna eat him.
That's why, he can't help it.
It shatters the moment into pieces.
Standing on the rooftop of the school building, Katsuki is seething.
Instinctively, Katsuki covers one side of his neck, as if anybody on the deserted rooftop could see how eagerly the night before he bared his skin to be marked.
What he did yesterday wasn't enough, no. Even now, totally sober, he had to act in a way that would surely haunt Katsuki's sleep.
Not that he did it consciously. And of course that made the gesture even hotter.
He desires him. Everything about him.
Katsuki drank it greedily with both hands.
And now Kirishima can't even fucking look him in the eyes without thinking of how good he felt during sex.
If that's how things are, now... Then he has nothing to lose.
Next time: the bakusquad, minus Baku, and Kiri blaming himself hard for something)
Eijirou is sitting on the floor of the dorm lounge, legs outstretched, head resting on the couch behind him.
From time to time, Ashido trails her fingers through his now soft hair, distractedly.
And hell, how much Eijirou misses him already.
"If another fake ghost tries to pat me and tell me I did a good job, I swear I'm gonna lose it. Why can't I have shifts with beautiful, sexy Midnight, too? That's so unfair!".
"You can't, Kaminari, because your Bi-Fi signal is way too strong".
Kaminari throws him a dirty look.
"Can't deny it. We three are all useless, here".
"Actually, now that I think about it, just Kirishima, Blasty and another couple gays in class could work with Midnight without being extra affected by her quirk".
"Ugh, I hate you gays", Kaminari pouts.
"Bakugou is not gay", he corrects Sero.
"Oh, right. I remember him saying he's in the ace spectrum or something".
Ashido makes a sweet, evil smile.
Kaminari cries out, utterly offended.
"Thats bullshit, Mina! We're great bros! I'm the vice Bakugou Whisperer and you know it!".
"Oh no, /Mina/, how dare you steal his thunder?!", Sero howls, earning a pillow in the face.
The weight of the day is crashing down on him, and his body is trying its best to respond, subconsciously.
That also makes easier staying away from fucking sappy relationships. Ugh. Not my thing. Becoming heroes is all that matters, right?"
But Eijirou's smile hadn't reached his eyes, and for some reason, he had felt a fist closing in his chest.
Eijirou's desire and love mingled together with his affection for the most ridiculous best friend he's ever had.
He's always tried to not indulge these thoughts. They feel wrong, somehow, disrespectful of Bakugou's identity and wishes.
He has no idea if the thought of sex has ever crossed Bakugou's mind.
If he wouldn't mind it.
If it repulses him completely.
And probably had hated every second of it, whisper the heart wrenching guilt in Eijirou's chest.
Eijirou stops in his tracks and almost chokes on a sob.
At the end of this, I'll make a poll to let you vote which cliffhanger you hated most. I promise there will be other ones :'D
Tomorrow: What Bakugou meant when he said now he has nothing to lose ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Let’s start with: Eijirou)
As soon as he stepped out of the elevator he had this unmistakable determined attitude radiating off of him, but in a heartbeat it seems like it evaporated.
So he wants to talk now, huh?
Eijirou knows it's unfair, and Bakugou has that scowling, panicked, /soft/ expression he gets whenever Eijirou is feeling down.
He hates this. He hates feeling like he pushed Bakugou away and that he should keep him this way, because he already did enough. He closes his eyes.
It’s awkward. It’s inopportune.
It lets Eijirou breath for a brief, precious second.
Eijirou clenches his jaw, smiling sadly.
"Everything?", he frowns, taking a step forward. "Be honest with me, Kirishima".
"I am”. He feels his hands rippling again with his hardening. He winces. “I'm even sorry for not feeling completely sorry".
Eijirou isn’t totally at ease with their sudden closeness, but he could never step back. Bakugou’s pull is always, always too strong.
"What are you sorry for, Bakugou?", Eijirou glances at him from behind his red bangs.
"For treating you like shit, today".
Eijirou nods, accepting the apology.
"Do you... wanna talk, now?".
Still, Eijirou can’t help his frustration.
“Why not?”, he insists.
And Katsuki can see it, painfully clearly, in his eyes.
Katsuki shift his gaze in proud silence, and Kirishima plants his feet.
"Bakugou, explain it to me".
He’s not gonna say it again. There’s no way in hell.
In that moment, he opened his heart, he gave Kirishima everything.
It makes Katsuki furious anyway.
Quite literally, at that.
And without a second thought, he invades the remaining distance between him and Kirishima.
And that makes Katsuki’s brain fuse.
"What does it seem like I'm doing?", he sighs, right before planting a wet, sucking kiss on the soft skin… making Eijirou's lungs stop working completely.
Bakugou doesn’t make a stand and lets Eijirou push him away.
Bakugou’s expression, though, is unreadable. He shrugs.
"Because I feel like doing it".
He knows being asexual doesn't automatically mean being sex repulsed, or not liking having a good orgasm now and then.
Is it because their friendship is already ruined beyond repair?
What will they be, now? Fuck buddies? Eijirou isn’t sure that sits right with him.
"Hey. You know you don't have to, right? Just…” he pauses. “Just say a word and I'll go".
Eijirou needs so much for it to mean something.
Maybe he really is.
Bakugou stares back at him, with challenge glinting in is eyes.
"Yes, moron. I want this as much as you do”.
OKAY, this cliffhanger wasn't planned, I wanted to conclude the sexy scene before posting, but sadly I don't have time to write anymore.
So I said to myself, why not? Y'all hate me, already! ✌
The next update will be short, but, as they say… INTENSE 👀)
There's no way Ejirou can explain what it feels like to kiss Bakugou sober.
It's clingy, tender and so very messy.
It's everything he's ever desired.
Well, /almost/ everything.
But Bakugou isn't really playing that hard to get.
“And?”, Bakugou basically ignores him, preoccupied with licking Eijirou's lower lip.
“/And/ I’m hard in the middle of the hallway”.
But then he realizes Bakugou's fondles have a precise goal.
He plants his arms on both sides of Eijirou and smiles smugly once again.
“Now you can get hard all you want”.
“Not fair if I’m the only one”, he pulls Bakugou close.
“Come on, Shitty Hair. I don't bite”, then, after a second, mischievous thought. “You do”.
“Sorry about that. I won't-...”, but Bakugou stops him, planting a palm on his mouth.
“You'll be very sorry if you ever refrain from doing that, am I clear?”.
Alright, that cursed night he had kinda noticed that Bakugou has a thing for teeth and bites - or maybe for /his/ teeth and bites. Eijirou doesnt like to think so highly of himself, but the way Bakugou is looking at him now isnt leaving space for many doubts
They could actually stop.
They could change their minds at any moment and say no.
And it all would be just their decision.
Right now, Eijirou is even more sure of what his is.
“How do you wanna do this?”, he asks searching Katsuki's eyes.
Katsuki considers it briefly.
“You do me”.
Kirishima’s gaze grows dark at that, but then it oddly sobers up.
It's the first time Kirishima has called him by his name… well, aside from yesterday night. But it's not the same thing, and Kirishima, too, seem to realize his slip.
He’s pale now, in stark contrast with Katsuki's blazing face.
Katsuki can feel his face combust even more.
“Shut up. Shut the fuck up”.
“No. Don’t talk”.
“Can I just-”.
“What part of don’t fucking talk you don’t understand you stupid idiot with bleached brain cel-...”
The asshole is smiling now. Softly, and somewhat amused. Oh, so he dares to fucking laugh of him?
He will see, Katsuki thinks. /Eijirou/ will see who will laugh, in the end.
“Yeah? Then show me”.
As you might imagine, we're nearing the end of this AU. I'm so emo about it! Hope the way I'm slowly lifting it is redeeming me for all your pain and patience thru all of this :’D)
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Oh please, have a little more faith in me 💅
Next time: a boy will spill and I won't tell you which one. Bets are open! 💞)
Note that this is already decided, I just wanna know WHO you think will confess first uwu🌸
Eijirou sighs and raises his phone from his chest, where he set it down to take a pause from the conversation.
Katsuki opened up a little, even got as far as saying that even though he hated what happened to them because of the sex pollen, at least it was with Eijirou. And /that/ he didn't hate.
Just like that, Katsuki had lifted the most painful weight off of Eijirou's heart, and probably he has no idea he did.
For a bit, he had been worried that Katsuki had wanted to do it just to out of a self-destructive impulse... and shit, knowing him maybe that had even been the case. But…
They had kissed. They had gotten off. They had bickered and laughed, too.
Not yet, at least.
And he has to answer Katsuki’s text.
His fingers hover above the screen and, after another moment of hesitation, he starts to type.
He tries to picture it, though.
How he would have gone to Katsuki's, or well, the /girl's/ room to talk about the mission with Midnight after coming back.
The thought is just unbearable and he knows he would have felt like that even under the hold of the pollen.
And so, he has his answer.
He reads them again, and if they were spoken, he would probably hear them ringing into his ears like the echo of bomb.
“That person was with me”.
His fingers tremble over the keyboard.
Just another update + an epilogue and we’ll be done. I’m so plus ultra emo. Thank you for sticking with me all this time! 🙏💖😭💘
Next update: no more text messages, real men say things face to face)
In his haste to reach him, Eijirou almost trips in his own steps.
Katsuki can hear it clearly from his place under the covers of his bed. He glares at the door as he holes up further down, still clutching his phone in his hands.
It’s a miracle it hasn’t exploded, yet.
Now it’s too late to take everything back, though.
Didn’t he decide he already said too much, that one time? Why did he have to go on and expose himself again? Why can’t his feelings stay put, hidden away where they belong?
He must get a grip of himself, dammit. He won’t let his emotions rule him this time. He has grown up from the days he let them take the best of him, he has /learnt/.
Katsuki can take it like a fucking adult, he’s sure of it.
They stare at each other for too many, too long seconds, and in the end Katsuki’s sharp tongue prevails.
Katsuki frowns as he keeps track of Eijirou's every movement, while the boy approaches his bed, sitting beside him.
“No. I'm stupid. I can't understand it unless you say it to my face”.
Eijirou is being fucking unfair, if you ask him. They both know he understood more than well the meaning behind Katsuki’s messages. But Katsuki also knows that when he wants, Eijirou can be stubborn as a rock.
And then, what else Katsuki has to lose? Well, /seriously/, now. His heart is already bleeding in the open, after all.
But his fierceness doesn’t last much. He averts his eyes just in time to avoid watching Eijirou light up. He doesn’t want to see that.
“I've already told you”.
“While we were having sex. The first time. The first couple hundred times, or whatever. It doesn’t matter”.
Katsuki hates his apologetic tone. He has nothing to be sorry about, it’s not his fault.
“I told you, it doesn’t matter. It doesn't make a difference”.
“No. No, it does. If I heard you, I would have never walked away that morning”.
“You could have stayed anyway”.
Eijirou shakes his head, and hunches his shoulders.
And surprisingly, it’s not Katsuki’s tears that fall first. He suddenly feels them, wetting his collarbone as Eijirou leans his forehead on Katsuki’s shoulder and lets out a shaky breath.
And so Katsuki puts the pieces together
Thats where the whole “I should have tried harder to stop” speech had come from. Eijirou didnt realize the principle of the quirk as Katsuki did, and before their talk tonight he had no idea Katsuki feels very much attracted to him
And Katsuki loves him to death.
He crushes him in a hug and presses his mouth over Eijirou’s hair.
“I do. Don't be so smug about it, though”.
No, Eijirou is a lot of things, but not arrogant.
If only Katsuki were half as much.
Just to have a piece of him, anyway he could get it.
So many emotions try to take hold of his expression. For a second, Katsuki thinks Eijirou is gonna get mad and scold him.
“Do you regret feeling this way? About me?”, he searches Katsuki’s eyes with his own blown wide like a puppy’s.
Oh, for fuck’s sake.
“No. I couldn't possibly. I love you for a reason, moron”.
“What?”, he scowls.
“You're so fucking stupid”, Eijirou dries his tears, relieved, while instead Katsuki’s hands pop with little, involuntary explosions.
Then he presses a quick kiss on Katsuki’s forehead, right before drawing back, just enough to take off his own pajama shirt.
“What are you doing?” he gapes, as he watches Eijirou’s pants also ending up discarded on the floor. The fucker doesn’t even wear a pair of boxers.
Eijirou’s fingers find his waist under his clothes and Katsuki almost jumps on the spot. Fortunately, Eijirou’s hands are never cold.
“Then why the fuck are we ass naked in the midst of December?”.
Eijirou smiles at him and now he’s definitely being a tiny bit smug, alright.
“I just wanna be close to you”, he says in his sappy, baffling way to convey things that makes Katsuki heart go a hundred miles. Not that he’s gonna let it show.
Shaking his head with amusement, Eijirou pats Katsuki’s thigh to exhort him to make room in the bed. Still trying to hold on to his grumpy act, Katsuki shifts toward the wall anyway.
“Don’t worry, I'll keep you warm”, he promises, pressing his body against Katsuki’s and making even more of a mess of his heart.
“I swear I don't. Trust me, please?”.
So unfair. So fucking unfair. Eijirou knows that by now Katsuki trusts him with his own life.
And to be honest, he has very little to complain, because it's actually warm and nice and everything, but...
“Oh my god, give that attitude of yours a pause, will you?”.
And Katsuki, just to prove a point, bats Eijirou’s arms away till he’s able turn and meet his eyes. Eijirou sighs half heartedly and moves closer to hug him anyway.
Here we are, he thinks. The rational part of him has already understood what Eijirou is gonna say, but he's never been a totally rational being.
His hands, they're soft. They've always been soft, compared to Katsuki's calloused ones that need to endure his quirk.
Eijirou rests his forehead against his.
That’s it, what Katsuki has always tried to deny, even to the detriment of his own wishes.
“It doesn't have to change anything if we don't want to”, he points out in a low voice.
“Things have already changed. And honestly, I don't wanna go back. There's something I have to tell you. But I need to know if you want to hear it”.
He wants it. He's scared of it.
And maybe, just maybe he deserves to hear it, just like Eijirou did.
“Say it”, he whispers.
He clears his throat, his voice hoarse and his eyes prickling.
“I guess I can do that”.
Eijirou lights up once again.
“Cool”, he grins. Katsuki repeats the word “cool” under his breath, scoffing and making Eijirou pout.
“Yours was lamer. All vague and all”.
"It wasn't vague, I even had to spell it because you're an idiot".
"If I'm an idiot you're even a bigger one because you love me".
And maybe, it’s always been that way, since the very first year they met.
Seriously though. Thank you for staying with me, inspiring me to go on and making me laugh with your reactions. I'm sad to end this, but I hope you'll look forward to my next ramblings :')💘
When Eijirou wakes up, he’s not in his bed, because he would definitely call it /theirs/.
He has begrudgingly admitted that sharing their body heat keeps him warmer than any blanket... And he realized long ago the perks of waking up with his naked husband beside him.
Thank you for the nth time for reading & supporting this other passion of mine!🌸
Next: who knows :’)