Bakugo is Trans, Gay, and Horny. He’s also 23, a Pro Hero, and hasn’t gotten laid in four years.
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Here goes nothing!
He’s just horny though, it’s not even a problem!
Fuck he’s desperate if he’s thinking about Denki’s dick.
Katsuki has never used it, but mostly because the shower head isn’t detachable like it is at home.
Had gone to Australia without a backwards glance.
But that isn’t the point! The point is he’s horny and the only guy he’s ever trusted enough to sleep with him is fuck knows where anymore!
God he misses Kirishima’s tongue.
Katsuki lets his mind wander some more since he can do two things at once, and when he finishes the reports he’s left stewing in his own thoughts. As well as his boxers.
Speak of the god damn devil.
“What the fuck?” Katsuki doesn’t move from his spot at his desk.
Katsuki hisses in sympathy.
“Wales? Like England?”
“No like the fucking fish.” Todoroki snaps. Ember steps back and makes this noise of discomfort. “Sorry.” He sounds genuine enough.
She’s his favorite.
“You’re fine, you know I don’t care.” Katsuki doesn’t mind the scorch marks, he’s made enough by himself. “What about Base Drop?”
“You’re not going to tell me who it is?” Katsuki shoots an exasperated look to Todoroki, who shoots one back. They suffer together.
“I’m trying.” Ember whines.
“Can’t get this wet for an hour.” Shouto grouses. “That makes it expand.”
He’s really fucked.
“Katsuki!” Deku practically shouts. “Will you please-”
“Yes Sir, Ground Zero, Sir.” Ember shouts, her skin crackling.
“I think I hate my job.” Shouto mutters as purple slime trails down his cheek.
Katsuki shuts the door on them.
Katsuki has /never/ liked the airport, and honestly, they aren’t too fond of /him/ either. Despite having complete control over his quirk and proper documentation for his Hero Status and gender, they ALWAYS find some reason to pull him aside and make him late.
… Shouto’s private jet doesn’t count. None of them can be mad flying around in something that Endeavor bought Shouto out of guilt for forgetting a single birthday.
Katsuki has /absolutely/ rubbed as much pettiness into Shouto as he possibly can over the years, and it shows.
‘You can’t bake.’ Katsuki texts back.
‘You hated college.’
‘I hated the teacher, not college. I could work anywhere.’
Katsuki knows he’ll never ACTUALLY quit, but sometimes Shouto just needs to whine like a child.
His phone buzzes in his hand and he looks back to see the wall of text Shouto has sent him. Near the bottom are several ellipses, and then...
He doesn’t respond. They both know why they aren’t dating. He’s got green hair and freckles and a heart so big it could make the ocean jealous.
Katsuki can’t breathe.
“Nah, I’m your new Hero’s sidekick!” He bumps his fists together and scrunches his nose. “He’s in the bathroom, I can’t wait to introduce you!”
“You’re a SIDEKICK?” He sounds… horrible, honestly. “What the fuck Eiji?” He pushes to his feet and his photo clatters to the floor. Cursing, he bends down to snatch it up.
“It’s not a big deal-”
Katsuki closes his eyes and bites his lip, trying not to laugh. God damn it.
A warm hand rests on his stomach as Kirishima hugs him, large and prominent in Katsuki’s daydreams.
( NSFW Section Ahead )
Instead of going back to the agency right away, Katsuki heads to his house and pulls into the garage with a groan.
The lights are still off inside his house, but that’s fine. He won’t be here long if he can help it, he just needs… well.
He stumbles into his bedroom and starts stripping, heedless of where his clothes end up.
Nah, too impatient for that. His hand worms under his hip so his fingers can slide through his pubic hair.
It’s been a /while/ since he’s had a face down orgasm, but he builds up to it. Kirishima used to wake him up just to fuck him like this, still face down and drowsy on the bed.
When he cums it’s not a surprise, but it does bring an unsatisfied whine from the depths of his chest. He slumps into the bed, sweaty and gasping for air.
Now he just feels sweaty and sticky.
Maybe a little ashamed?
Nope… no jealousy in sight.
… he just needs a shower.
( End NSFW Section )
As soon as Katsuki shows up to the agency parking garage, relaxed and sated from orgasm, he sees Shouto walking toward the elevator with what, on him, is a scowl. Shouto hasn’t finished his full patrol yet, Katsuki can tell by the time on his watch, but he looks /done/.
“If another person tries to attack an elementary school, I’m going to /let/ them. See how /they/ like getting attacked by preteens. They all know how to take care of themselves I swear to god.”
“Bet you fucking can’t.” Shouto lifts up the right side of his hair and streamers fall out… as well as a rubber duck? “I’ve been hit by eight different quirks today.”
Shouto tenses, looking at Katsuki with wide, confused eyes. “I-What? Midoriya couldn’t have kno-”
When Katsuki stops outside his door, he makes a point to catch Shouto’s eye. They stand in silence for a moment before Shouto swears colorfully.
“I won’t yell.” Katsuki squeezes Shouto’s hand once, then steps into his office. “Please put clothes on, you’re distracting me with your tits pierced like that.”
“Probably going to be weird, but when has that ever stopped us before?” He smirks when Shouto visibly relaxes. “Aren’t you supposed to be on patrol?”
A sudden, deep yawn bubbles up from his chest and he rubs at his eyes.
“Ember.” His eyes glance back at the game.
“Uh huh.” He doesn’t believe her.
Katsuki has to shut his eyes and hold his breath to keep from laughing.
He lets out a long sigh, cinnamon and chocolate on his tongue. Heat settles in his throat and he leans back in his chair.
“It’s open.” He states, eyebrow raised at Ember, who shrugs.
That’s not really what has Katsuki’s focus though.
“Ground Zero!” His voice is excited as he steps into the office. “Deku told me to come see you, he said we’re going to have a press conference to announce my debut!”
Katsuki shuts his tablet off, then heads to the wall where he keeps his press suit. It folds out after he tugs a book off the shelf and a small wardrobe slides into place.
“Can I fucking help you?” He pulls his shirt out from his waistband and kicks off his boots.
What a disaster this is going to be.
And what a bitch move by Kirishima.
Katsuki’s press suit is a modified version of his Hero suit that looks stylish, but can also handle his quirk if things go wrong. It’s a black undershirt and jacket, orange cross suspenders, and his regular green utility belt.
He looks at himself in his mirror and sneers, flashing his best ‘Fuck off’ smile.
“Dude, I /told you/ not to lean against the door.” Kirishima’s voice is scolding but playful.
Part of Katsuki is sad that he doesn’t get to see Kirishima in his Hero outfit.
“I’ve known him my entire life, I know what he’s doing.” He argues.
“Where’s Deku?” He shouts. Several of the sidekicks snicker, a few hurrying away in giggles. Ember walks up and she’s dragging Shouto with her by the hand.
“Katsuki.” Shouto sighs heavily, pushing his hair back with one hand. “They won’t let me count the Conference as patrol hours, I still have to go out there.”
They broke up.
He’s moved on.
“Did you tell Charge Bolt who’s here?” He asks her. She flashes him a look of innocence.
Katsuki goes up to the podium and taps the mic, listening to the sound bounce around the room before he leans forward.
God. Damn it.
“You’re in trouble.” Katsuki grumbles.
“A little bit of trouble.” Shouto pinches his fingers together. “But not enough that it matters.”
“No it’s enough.”
“Oh my /god./” Katsuki gets up at the same time as Shouto and the two of them bring their idiot in for a hug. Katsuki ruins Deku’s already ruined hair.
They can handle this little bump in the road, they’re a team for a reason. The Top Three. The Triple Threat.
“Oh /no./” Deku tries to shrink in on himself as realization hits him, but Shouto has him locked in place. “I have to tell /everyone!/ I forgot, I-”
“Shut the fuck up.” Katsuki grins before pushing the both of them away.
“We’d like to introduce you to our newest Agency Hero, all the way from Wales, please give a warm welcome to Picture Perfect.” Deku smiles as the hero walks through the curtain and gets gentle applause from the press and the small smattering of Hero’s in the crowd.
The whole room goes quiet as Kirishima steps out from behind the curtain.
The five of them field various, generic questions and play the public image game until Katsuki starts to get antsy. His foot starts bouncing under the table and Bruiser tries to ask if he’s okay, but is cut off when Deku smoothly wraps things up with the press.
Both Katsuki and Shouto shrug.
“He ghosted you, didn’t he?” Hitoshi crosses his arms and narrows his eyes at Kirishima’s back. “He /better/ talk to you, if only so he can explain what the fuck his game is.”
“I /do/ care.” Hitoshi argues. “Honorary Bakusquad, I /have/ to care. We come when you call.”
“Yeah, you still have your spare key right?”
Hitoshi groans. “/God./ Are you two a couple yet?” He rubs at the bridge of his nose. “Because this is honestly /exhausting./”
Before Katsuki can turn away, Kirishima looks up and catches his gaze.
Kirishima’s eyes flick over to Shouto and his smile turns into a frown.
But none of Katsuki’s friends try to stop him as he slips away and hurries out of the conference room. He makes it to the private garage elevator before tugging at his hair, waiting for the car to get to the top.
Does Kirishima deserve that?
… you know what? Also yes!
When he gets home and makes sure his bike is stored properly, Katsuki goes right to his toy chest. Shouto may or may not /actually/ come over tonight, so if Katsuki’s going to work out his frustration, it’s best to do it /now./
He strips down in his bedroom and pulls out one of his thicker toys from its container.
It’s clean, obviously, he’s pretty meticulous about that, but it’s always better to check.
He should probably shower first, but he’s too anxious to stand around right now, he’d start pacing.
Kirishima never made him feel gross.
Katsuki has a vivid imagination, he’s done this before. He can think about someone else… anyone else, and get wet enough to ease the toy in.
Besides, Kirishima has Bruiser and Katsuki isn’t a homewrecker. And even if they aren’t a couple, Kirishima /left./ He has to remember that.
But he also misses being touched. Misses thick fingers and a clever tongue.
His eyes snap open.
He pulls himself off the toy and sits behind it in the tub. He reaches up and rubs at a cheek, realizing that at some point he’d started crying.
Eventually Katsuki climbs out of the tub and showers off before crawling into bed. He doesn’t bother with clothes, it won’t be the first time he and Shouto have slept beside one another and been naked.
Embarrassed the shit out of Deku because of it, but never shamed his best friend.
“Had a bad night,” Katsuki admits, “and I didn’t want your dick rubbing up against my ass.”
When he finishes, he drops the empty containers back in the back and throws it off the bed near the door.
Katsuki snorts. “Of /what?/” He turns, back now on the sheets as he looks up at Shouto. He’s not wearing a shirt, and probably isn’t wearing boxers, but that’s beside the point.
“Half of /Japan/ assumes we’re dating.”
“It shouldn’t be Kirishima’s business who you’re with either.” Shouto decides with a nod.
“I’m not /hung up./” He sounds genuinely offended. “Midoriya is straight, there’s nothing to be hung up /on./”
“No, but you need /mine./” He sighs as Shouto huffs at him. “Sho, it’s not fair to you. You’re not over Deku, I don’t know if you ever will be, and-”
“You’re not over Kirishima.”
Neither say anything for what feels like an eternity.
“You mean that of shit?”
“Yes. True. But I figured, with his track record that I’d be too busy to keep him happy. I was already too busy and I was just doing sidekick work. And I got swamped, the entire year I worked there I-”
“I don’t fucking know anymore.” He admits. “If he was unhappy, why didn’t he just say something? Why just… roll over like that?”
“Go the fuck to sleep.” He mutters, wanting this day to end.
The sun isn’t even up when Katsuki and Shouto are woken with a jolt by both of their work pagers going off simultaneously. The electronic screeching in the quiet of the bedroom makes Katsuki groan, though the thrill of getting to work again pushes him awake.
Fucking /finally/, he’s been getting restless.
Shouto grunts at him in response.
“Fuck off.” Katsuki’s going to get him a huge cinnamon muffin.
The Resort is a popular tourist trap nestled alongside the base of a quirk built Mountain just outside of city limits.
That’s not a good sign.
Behind them, the second helicopter arrives.
“There’s more people though!” Ember tries pointing toward the Resort.
Katsuki knows what that means. Seeping is a code word they’ve long since developed to try and keep panic down.
Katsuki doesn’t hesitate. He turns and calls out, catching the other Hero’s attention. “Discount Polaroid!”
“Take her to Helios, he’ll be in the only area without snow. Do /not/ let her come back until her skin is orange.” He doesn’t say anything else before he’s bolting toward the tree Ember pointed out.
CW: Minor Character Death. Grief. Bury your feelings like you bury a dead body.
Katsuki gets to the tree and starts shoveling snow away with his hands until it becomes too packed to freely toss aside.
After that, Kirishima starts moving things for him.
And they don’t stop until they find the body.
( CW over )
( CW: Mild anxiety attack. Realizing life is complicated )
Around noon Katsuki’s sidekicks force him to take a break. He almost has an anxiety attack when they rush him into the privacy tent, but he handles it. Sort of. Maybe he has a small one?
When Picture Perfect walks in to swap shifts with then, Katsuki nods and slips away from Kirishima so those two can talk in private for a few minutes. Once he’s back into the crisp chill of the snow, his heart begins to race.
But there /are/ people he can save /today/, so he opens his eyes and rushes back in.
Katsuki watches the bag snap open, and from it Bruiser pulls out fleece blankets, wrapping up teenagers and children.
Now that he has a moment, he can /finally/ take in Red Riot, four years later.
And his costume is… /well./
Also… is his /bellybutton/ pierced?
He keeps talking, but Katsuki tunes him out.
Kirishima has /ex’s./
Of course he does, he’s fucking /Kirishima./
Perfect, raw love in human form. Who wouldn't jump on that if given the opportunity.
Kirishima had left and went on living. He dated, he was happy.
And Katsuki had married his work and… /was/ he happy?
He couldn’t… tell right now. He felt too numb to have a proper answer.
“Hey, what’s up?” Katsuki stands at the same time Kirishima does.
Bile fills Katsuki’s throat and he has to shut his eyes and clench his fists to force it back down. Now isn’t the time for this.
He still has to get Shouto that muffin.
( CW over )
The sidekicks get dropped off in what Katsuki affectionately calls ‘Deku Daycare,’ which is just a therapy breakdown room where Deku gets practical frequent flier miles. Katsuki makes sure they’re all settled in before he checks his phone on his way out.
“What about my personal life?” Katsuki rushes through the words. “I don’t /have/ one, I have work and barely sleeping when I’m /not/ at work.”
“And Deku took it from me-”
“And you took it back-”
“Yeah then it was you-”
“The fact I’m not /on/ your dick is what I’m whining about!” Because he can admit he’s whining if it’s just him and Shouto.
“Because you’re /so/ convinced you’re a bottom.” Katsuki mutters with an eye roll.
Katsuki lets out a bark of startled laughter. “Holy shit.”
“/Really/ Deku?” Katuki calls as he locks on one gauntlet.
Katsuki’s out the door before Shouto even has his boots on. He has the location on as he jets into the air, his body hot with anger.
Whoever hurt his family is going to wish they hadn’t woken up breathing that morning.
( CW : Blood, injury, hastily put together plans )
Kyoka Jiro meets Katsuki outside of the hastily thrown together ‘stand off zone,’ and the two share a one armed hug. She has blood smeared on her face, her ear jacks, and knuckles, but other than that she looks okay.
“How?!” Katsuki asks in a hissed whisper. “She’s a fucking acid fountain!”
“Talking to Picture Perfect.” Kyoka whispers. “And Hanta’s okay, got shot in the shoulder with a bullet.”
“Regular. Knocked him on his ass too, he’s so embarrassed.” She snickers as Katsuki smirks. “Hey, why didn’t you tell us Kirishima was back?” Her ear jacks poke him in the shoulder.
He tries not to groan. “Can we talk about this later?”
“Where’s Shouto?” Deku asks, turning to check Katsuki for injuries. Katsuki rolls his eyes, but lets him.
“On his way, now report.” He pokes Deku is the shoulder.
“They were not.” Kirishima says, voice soft but full of laughter.
“The Pope is her favorite stripper.” Denki mutters.
Katsuki turns back to Deku and Picture Perfect. “What’s the plan? How are we getting Pinky back?”
“That’ll just get you /shot./” Katsuki argues.
“I don’t think that’ll stop a bullet.” Katsuki argues.
“Good.” Katsuki checks the levels on his gauntlets. “The frontal assault is a good idea though.”
“It’s not an assault!” Deku argues. “It’s a distraction.”
Deku’s eyes brighten. “Stall for time until Pinky can use her quirk again!”
( CW: Injury, bleeding, guns, mentions of child abuse, stopped child quirk trafficking, Mina is our Queen )
Shouto arrives after they’ve already split up, but Katsuki catches his blue suit dashing behind crates and shipping containers as they surround the building.
At the same time that he takes a step forward, a gunshot from the front goes off.
He doesn’t lift his head back up.
He tastes tepid sewer water for a split second before he’s running to the kid with the knife sticking out of their arm.
“Hey.” Katsuki shouts loud enough to catch the kids attention and the hysterics lessen. “You’re safe now, this’ll come right out if you want it to.”
“Bullet still in there?” He asks.
But Mina slaps his hand away and snarls. “Get the /fuck/ away from me.” The kid in her arm blubbers and buries herself closer.
Kirishima looks like he might as well have been the one who was shot twice. “Minnie.”
“Will… will Mrs. Pinky be okay?” The kid asks in a whisper.
When Katsuki stands, he sees movement out of the corner of his eye.
As if understanding his confusion, the girls tugs his hand and pulls him over to the wall where she points out a cork board full of papers and lists.
“Do you know where they keep the keys?” Katsuki asks. The girl opens her mouth, but shakes her head no again.
( CW over )
For the next hour, Katsuki, Kirishima, and Brusier work on breaking open /every/ single cage and escorting the kids upstairs. Before that though, the villains are bound, gagged, and thrown in a shipping container and out of sight of the kids.
When the police finally arrive after everyone has settled down or fallen asleep on a various Hero, Social Services falls in behind them.
Unfortunately, he’s growing on Katsuki.
Like a fungus.
A weird, creepy, viscous fungus.
Kirishima sniffles and it catches Katsuki’s attention. He’s steeling his shoulders, but his voice still comes out hoarse.
“Did you need me?” Shouto asks, eyes flicking between Kirishima and Katsuki.
“You’re… not?” Kirishima blinks owlishly up at Shouto. “But you… Midoriya said you two--”
“--Izuku said /what?/” Shouto’s voice is more like a bark, a trickle of flame curling around one of his fingers.
“You could have just asked me to stand up, asshole.” Katsuki grumbles.
/What/ just happened?
Did Shouto Todoroki just /claim territory/ over /Katsuki?/
Did Katsuki just /let him???/
“What the /FUCK?!/” He doesn’t bother to lower his voice as they walk the street.
Ground Zero yelling at his fellow Hero’s isn’t news.
“You kissed me without my permission.” Katsuki counters.
“It was all I could think of on such short notice. He kept looking at you like he wanted to devour you and I-”
“I know you get protective, and I /know/ you just want what’s best for me, but… you can’t do that again.” He pulls his hands away and sees the tension in Shouto’s shoulders. “Hey… look at me.”
“Why did you do that, Shouto?”
“I resent that you think I’d let him hurt me.” Katsuki mutters.
“You love him.” Shouto counters.
“I really /really/ like good dick.” Katsuki can’t help but laugh at his own words.
“I /am/ an idiot.” He mutters.
“It is known far and wide.” Katsuki pats his back.
Another nod, and Shouto fixes his hair. “I’ll… schedule an appointment with my therapist, too.”
But Katsuki knows better.
‘we need to talk’
Katsuki gets the text at 3:15 in the morning from an unknown number, and he nearly throws his phone through the window.
Shouto’s crashed in the bedroom, muffin eaten and one very loud, very angry phone call with Deku had that Katsuki wanted to eavesdrop on but was too busy to.
‘wjo id gis’
He hits send, then squints before trying again.
‘who is this’
That one goes through much better, and he drops the phone back to the bed.
His phone buzzes again and he picks it up to squint at the too bright screen.
Katsuki scowls. He won’t even call /himself/ by his first name?
‘can we meet in the morning in your office? just us?’
He puts his phone down and leaves Kirishima on read.
Kyoka grunts and closes her eyes again. “Are we forgiving him or not? Kiri I mean.” She asks, words slurred.
“We talked,” Denki whispers. “For five hours.” He hides his face in Hitoshi’s chest. “It’s stupid, he’s stupid.”
‘youre probably asleep but let me know in the morning’
‘its important, katsuki’
“You need this.” She reminds him.
“Block that number then.” He grumbles before letting himself fall back to sleep.
When Katsuki and Shouto arrive at the agency the next morning, Deku’s already at the garage door, bent at the waist with his hands clasped together in front of his head. Shouto’s jovial laughter dies the instant he sees the other man.
“What?!” Deku actually pales. “I… I can’t! I-”
“A… year and a half.” Deku mumbles.
A moment passes where Katsuki watches the two of them catch up to each other and take the corner together, then he lets out a slow, steady breath.
Kirishima is inside, leaning against his desk.
“Patrol.” Kirishima mutters. “He took some of the other sidekicks with him when I told him I wanted to talk to you.” He looks down and kicks his shoes against the carpet.
He /has/ to know.
“So… do you remember why we broke up?” Kirishima asks, tugging hard at the cord on his neck.
Katsuki doesn’t respond.
A silence fills the air before Kirishima coughs and shakes his head. “So, when I contacted you, I told you I had a surprise for you, yeah?”
Katsuki nods. “Your job offer.”
“But then I really thought about it, and you wouldn’t have taken that job if I hadn’t left, I knew that deep down. So I was selfish and made the choice for you.” He whispers.
Katsuki drags his nails over the top of the desk.
“… you were never over it.” Katsuki whispers.
“… what… are you talking about?” Katsuki thinks he knows, but he doesn’t want to put it into words. He doesn’t even want to put it into /thoughts./
“Get out.” Katsuki whispers, eyes still glued to the ring.
Kirishima doesn’t argue with him. He leaves and the door sounds like a gunshot when it clicks shut.
Katsuki just sits there and stares.
( CW: Blood, fights, crying is healthy )
“Kacchan?” Katsuki looks up from his hiding spot, though he can’t see the man calling him from this angle. “I know you’re in here.”
He hasn’t hidden away like this since high school, but sometimes hiding is the only way to deal with things.
That he /did/ know.
Katsuki kicks him hard in the shin and Deku yelps and falls backwards onto his ass.
“I just found out today.” Deku doesn’t raise his voice and it only fuels Katsuki’s anger. “Bruiser told me. Kirishima locked himself in the training room and we heard a lot of crashing. I thought maybe Bruiser could talk some sense into him and-”
“Kacchan, calm down!” Deku scolds.
“/I/ should be his Hero!” Katsuki shouts as he lets off as explosion near Deku’s shoulder.
“This isn’t your fault!” Deku shouts.
He didn’t mean to do that oh god he didn’t mean to he-
“I fucked up /everything./” Katsuki says around his attempt to choke off a sob.
Fuck it, right?
“I’ve got you,” Izuku whispers. “I’ll always have you.” Katsuki nods, knowing it’s true.
“Are you going to be okay?” Izuku asks, a soft smile on his face as he wipes away his own tears. Of /course/ he’d start crying /after/ Katsuki was finished.
Izuku hums. “It’s pretty.” He says awkwardly.
He takes a second before shutting the drawer.
“Second floor, the public construction.” Izuku admits, standing up and tugging at the burnt edges of his shirt.
“Sure… wait Kacchan no!”