“Okay, listen dude, you know the whole reward thing? I’m thinking, you take the picture, I send it in, we split the money. Sixty to fourty, since it’s, ya know, your dick.”
“Yeah? The one online for a pic of your thang standing tall? It’s over twenty thousand yen, dude. You’re in, like, seriously high demand.”
“Wait, did you not know?!”
“I’ll pull it up!”
He takes out his phone and taps on it for a few seconds before turning it to Kirishima.
“Kami, if I wanted this reward, why would I include you at all when I can do it myself?”
“Damn, I didn’t even think of that.”
“It doesn’t matter, bro. Nobody’s getting a picture of my dick anyway.
Well, /another/ picture of my dick.”
“I’m sorry so many people have been taking pictures of you, dude. Hell, I’d switch places with you if it meant I’d be packin as heavy as you are!”
“Thanks man. It’s alright, people are gonna get bored of it soon anyway.”
“What’s with the face?”
“Uh, I just don’t think people are gonna get bored anytime soon, bro. It’s been such a big deal for so long.. I don’t know.”
“Dude, it’s been like, uh..”
He counts on his fingers.
“Yeah, somebody sent me the picture in june I think.. but nobody actually knew it was /your/ dick for a while.”
His face must convey how confused he is because Kaminari doesn’t stop there.
“The fuck did Sparky say to you?”
“Nothing, bro. I’m just tired, g’night guys.”
He wears his biggest winter costume the next day, the only one that actually covers his nipples, but it only makes him feel slightly better. At least the piercings are hidden with this one.
He’s rubbing his scalp where Bakugou nearly pulled his hair out, and his friend walks around him and jabs him, none too gently, in his pouting lip.
“You’re frowning all the fucking time, what the hell is going on with you?”
He knows he probably sounds like a whiny child, but he really hates knowing that hundreds of people have seen him naked, so fucking sue him.
“If I did something or, like, fucking said something wrong, you have to tell me. You know I’m not good at figuring out shit like that.”
“Dude, no! You haven’t done anything wrong, I promise.”
“Well how the fuck was I supposed to know that?! You’ve been ignoring me all fucking week. You didn’t even come over to watch that movie or whatever yesterday.”
“Holy shit, bro, I’m so sorry. I totally forgot.”
“Y-You fucking /forgot/?”
Fuck. Of course this shit has to happen today. Of course he’s just finished showering, and he fucking forgot his clothes in his locker.
He doesn’t know how long he’s been sitting there when he hears footsteps again, but it has to have been over an hour, given the way his joints ache when he stands up.
“Are you on the toilet?”
“Open the door.”
“What are you apologizing for?”
“I can tell something is going on with you, and it’s affecting your studies. I highly recommend talking to me or another teacher about whatever it is, I can only give you one free pass.”
“Hero work can be taxing, Kirishima. Carrying that weight alone is irresponsible.”
Aizawa mutters something that sounds suspiciously like “fuck.”
Aizawa nods to him with an unreadable expression.
“Your classmates have already been dismissed, you should go get some rest.”
Eijirou’s never been so determined to get to his dorm as quickly as possible. He does a decent job, and he ignores everyone’s stares as he speeds past the common room.
“Dude, I am having a really shitty day, and I really want to be alone right now.”
Bakugou sets down his book and sits up against his headboard before scooting over to give Kirishima space to sit down.
Bakugou scoffs loudly.
“Bullshit, you’re a goddamn rock, if somethings got you this upset, it’s a fucking big deal.”
Eijirou feels like he physically can’t look up. He doesn’t want to look at Bakugou when he understands how weak he’s being anyway.
He takes a shuddering breath.
“I know, it’s fucking stupid . I can’t help it dude.”
He’s actually looking at Bakugou’s very confused face, that is still showing no sign of recollection.
Bakugou nods with a frown and Eijirou drops his head in his hands.
“Of your WHAT?!”
Bakugou stares at him in stunned silence for what feels like years too long.
“You take nudes?”
Eijirou pulls out his phone and sends Bakugou the link to the web page. He doesn’t know how to explain it, it’d be easier to just-
By the time he’s reaching for Bakugou’s phone, it’s already too late, and he’s staring wide eyed at one of the pictures before looking away and shoving it in Eijirou’s face.
Bakugou’s still holding him in a fairly intimate way, but he’s more comfortable than he has been in weeks, and he’s not exactly ignorant as to why he’s feeling like this.
“Why the fuck haven’t you told anyone?!”
“Yeah? And what have you been doing to handle it?”
“Nothing, I thought people would just get bored and move on.”
“Yeah, right. Like they’d ever get fucking bored when you’re... /you/.”
“Nothing. Forget it.”
He pulls back without breaking contact to look at a very red faced Bakugou who won’t meet his eye.
“Do I what?”
“Do you ever, you know, /look/?”
“Sorry, that’s so stupid haha, dumb question. Just, uh, nevermind.”
“I said everyone, dumbass.”
“Fuck, I shouldn’t have- Fuck! I’m sorry, you just told me you’re upset because- And I just- Shit, I’m so sorry Kirishima.”
“I wanted you to say yes!”
“I hate the pictures, but I wanted you to say that you- that you see me like that.”
He drops his arm and averts his eyes after his little admittion. Bakugou’s voice is quieter and more apprehensive than he’s ever heard it.
“Why me? Why do you want me to look at you?”
This is a completely different kind of embarrassment from the one he’s felt in the past few months.
“I need to hear you say it, Eijirou.”
“Because I want you to think of me like that. I want you to like me in that way, because I- I like /you/.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Why the fuck did someone take a picture of your dick in the first place?”
“It’s, uh, it’s abnormal?”
“You got a fucked up dick and they were making fun of you or some shit?”
“Uhm, not really?”
“Then what the fuck is it?!”
“My dick is big, okay?!”
“Wh- How big?”
“Really?! That’s your response?”
Kirishima shoves his face back into Bakugou’s neck. He physically /can’t/ look him in the eye right now, and he mumbles out a number.
“It’s double digits..”
“Yeah, I kind of already fucking guessed it was over ten centimeters, Eijirou.”
Eijirou whines and pushes his face deeper.
“I know it’s weird..”
“How many centimeters?”
“Come on, I know you have a fucking estimate.”
“Twenty seven, okay?!”
“I don’t believe you. Show me.”
“Dude! Enough people have seen those pict-“
“I don’t want to see the pictures.”
“So, you mean like, in person?”
“Well you’re right here aren’t you? Come on, I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.”
He can literally hear the arrogant smirk in Bakugou’s voice.
He can’t even convince himself of that for a second, of course it fucking matters! This is Bakugou they’re talking about!
Bakugou gives him a serious nod and starts working on taking off his own pants. His distraction gives Eijirou the confidence to push his down.
“Wh- Holy fuck.”
“Hah, almost as big as mine.”
“No, you idiot! That’s a fucking python!”
“Take this off.”
He immediately regrets his little challenge when Bakugou grins up at him and rips his shirt open completely, with quite a few buttons flying.
“Hey! I don’t have enough school shirts for you to be doing that!”
Eijirou mock frowns and crosses his arms over his chest.
“Th-That was ONE time!”
“Holy shit, Ei. That’s just fucking excessive.”
He moves to pull his underwear back on but his hands are immediately intercepted.
“Oh hell no, you don’t get to put that beast away before I’ve even gotten to play with it.”
“Unless you seriously want to. I’m not gonna like, pressure you or some shit.”
He physically cringes at the sentence immediately after it leaves his mouth. Bakugou gives him that unbearably attractive lidded eye smirk yet again.
He gets a quirked eyebrow, but Bakugou leans over to dig around in his bedside table while a very red faced Eijirou starts lightly stroking himself.
“Seriously, Ei? Who buys a dildo smaller than their own dick?”
Bakugou just hums and holds the red toy next to his own erection with a satisfied smile on his face. He dwarfs the damn thing.
He moans lightly at the obvious need in Bakugou’s voice and the clear sound of him doing the same thing Ei is.
Eijirou has two fingers in himself and a hand around his dick but he’s going absolutely nowhere. He doesn’t want to be watched anymore, he wants.. actual intimacy.
“I don’t like this.”
He sounds so nervous it only makes Eijirou feel worse. He shakes his head and bites his lip to try and keep his eyes from filling up again.
“No, I just- I don’t wanna stop, I just don’t wanna be watched.”
He whines at the teasing and nips Bakugou’s lower lip.
“Quit making fun of me, jerk.”
And then much quieter and closer to his ear-
“Think you could take my cock right now?”
“Tell me if I need to stop, okay?”
“Focus on this.”
“Fucking stop that, you’re gonna make me come.”
Holy shit, getting fucked by a real dick is soooo much better than his toy, and he really loves that thing.
“Next time, I’m gonna take that fucking monster to the hilt.”
“/Katsuki/, and are you doubting me, Shitty hair?”
“I’m worried about your guts.”
“Yeah, yeah, don’t get too fucking cocky.”
Eijirou has never woken up so satisfied in his life. Bakugou slept over, and practically fucking pampered him, so it’s already a good day.
“Somebody got the reward!”
Kaminari looks at him with obvious concern, but it’s not like he can just deny letting him see a picture of himself on the internet.
“It was Bakugou.”
“H-He was the only one there. I thought he- He /said/ he- I’m so fucking stupid.”
Eijirou turns around and watches Bakugou’s playful smirk drop slowly when he takes in the pure hatred in his eyes.
He stops his tears for long enough to walk over and shove Kaminari’s phone in his chest with way more force than necessary.
“I fucking hate you, Bakugou.”
“Eijirou! Open up!”
Well, if it isn’t the last person he’d want to talk to right now.
Eijirou doesn’t go to class. He asks Kami to tell Aizawa he’s sick and falls asleep without his tears ever fully stopping.
The sound of his door opening wakes him up. He thought he locked that.
“Are you decent?”
Oh, it’s Aizawa. Yay.
He’s seen his teacher look exhausted a million times, but he’s never really seen the guy look quite so uncomfortable. He sits in Eijirou’s desk chair and sighs loudly.
“Violating basic privacy in a sexual situation and taking nude images of you without your knowledge or consent is not ”just being weird”, Kirishima.”
“Do you really think this is the first time something like this has happened?”
“I thought I wouldn’t have to teach you about these things quite yet, but I’ve also never had a class with so many well known kids.”
“That’s one of the things legal teams are for, Kirishima, but the images are certainly still out there somewhere on the internet. Though it’s usually more of an issue for female heroes..”
“Not exactly. Nezu is trying to trace back as many of the original posters as he can, but I don’t know how that’s going. Hopefully he can at least find the students for expulsion. If not, we might bring in someone with a truth quirk.”
He gives a forced laugh to try and lighten the mood, but Aisawa just stares at him with a firm look on his face.
“Yes, it’s a serious situation.”
“One of your classmates brought it to my attention. I can see why he showed me today, that video was.. deeply disturbing.”
Aizawa’s eyes widen and Eijirou’s never seen him look so caught off guard.
“It- It wasn’t a girl.”
Okay, that is not the tone of a surprised man. That is the tone of a man who has just been told the sky is blue.
“Wh- How, we don’t-“
“We didn’t even have a relationship! Not until- and then after.. We don’t have a relationship.”
“I just don’t know who else it could’ve been.”
Aizawa stands up and walks out, leaving a very shocked and confused Eijirou in his wake.
“Thanks for telling me bro.”
“Yeah, see you.”
“I don’t want to go through your phone.”
“Just fucking look!”
“Not until you /look/!”
“I didn’t know it fucking kept those.”
“Click that one..”
“It’s fucking- It’s your birthday.”
“No! I was just fucking looking.”
“Do you believe me now?”
“I don’t know what to believe, dude, but I really don’t think you did it.”
“I don’t know how to prove it.”
“So you don’t hate me?”
“No, I didn’t really even hate you earlier. I don’t think I even /can/ hate you. I, you know I love you.”
“Good, I’m- same.”
Eijirou feels kind of bad about going back on his promise to eat dinner with his friends, but Bakugou offered to cook and bring him food, which is literally impossible to say no to.
“Duuuuude, I’m exhausted! We don’t even have class tomorrow, can’t we just do it later?”
“Fine, you big baby.”
“Can I stay? Tonight, can I stay.”
He usually sleeps with it on, but it’s not like he /can’t/ sleep in total darkness, plus, Bakugou is here, that’ll definitely keep him comfortable.
“Eijirou?! What’s going on?”
“Okay? Why? Are you okay?”
Bakugou pulls him to his chest and rubs his back.
“Hey, shh. Did you, uh, have a nightmare?”
Eijirou can feel Bakugou tense up as his eyes readjust and he looks around the room.
“Fuck, are you sure?”
“Yes! Why do you think I turned the light on? I was l-looking at one.”
“I don’t think I can do either.”
He knows Katsuki can tell he’s shaking, and he begins walking him through a deep breathing exercise when Eijirou starts hyperventilating.
“Shh, I know. Just breathe with me.”
He never would’ve expected the volatile Bakugou Katsuki to be calming him and holding him through a small panic attack, but he really shouldn’t have put it past him. Bakugou is incredible.