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Katsuki loved the attention constantly thrown at him. His classmates already knew he was strong, obviously, but by the second year they began giving him a different type of attention, a better type.

Katsuki noticed the shift in how everyone treated him once he hit his final growth spurt. It wasn't that big of a change from his previous 5 '9, but it was large enough that he stood at eye level with Shoji.

Katsuki walked around the dorms with a little too much confidence and everyone could see it. That's when the games started happening.

Katsuki never imagined he'd start playing with the emotions of his classmates, not until he started seeing their blushed faces whenever he treated them nicely. Hell, it wasn't even just the girls.

Denki soon started stuttering whenever Katsuki leaned over the couch to point out something wrong with his homework. His classmates' sweet looks made him feel more powerful than any quirk, even his own, ever would.

Soon, sweet nothings, praise, and convincing his classmates they were the most important person to him became a drug.

He played with his schoolmates first, each one more entertaining as he learned to play the game. They would all let him woo them, whispering in their ears and invading their space when possible. He knew all he needed to know about them ages ago.

The girls were easier targets, his sweet talk winning their blushes over in a matter of minutes.

'I guess you really changed over break, Katsuki-kun. You're so nice now!'

It was all the same from them, wanting desperately to make the rude boy theirs and have him be sweet to only them, and he let them think that.

He texted good nights and good mornings just enough that they felt appreciated and would let them drag him on dates. Those were the most annoying.

Each date, every girl, was almost the same. Coffee, movie, dinner, and then sex. It was a boring process, easy, and when they found out he'd show them less attention when they didn't want to have sex, they would get mad at him. Erratic, hysterical, and publically mad at him.

It was annoying, especially when they started the fights in the common room. Katsuki would have to actually put in the effort and drag them outside, reassuring the others that it was a simple misunderstanding, the crying girl in arm.

When Katsuki moved on to the boys, the game became too fun. He avoided the bakusquad as long as possible until Kaminari began watching Katsuki like he was a winning horse at a derby. The boys got creative in trying to get Katsuki.

They'd ask him to go hiking, play basketball, hell Kirishima asked Katsuki out on a trip to the beach. It was more entertaining when the boys fell into his arms.

He never lied to them, not really. He never said that they were dating, exclusive, or the only person at any time. He’d messed around with other classes, his phone blowing up with nudes from anyone who'd send them.

UA was truly full of desperate people. His class united against him, though, after they'd all gotten a taste of Katsuki.

"You're an asshole, Bakugo,"

"Do you think this is a fucking game, dude?"

"How can you be so selfish?"

"I thought you changed, man."

They were all the same, every last one of them. They uttered the words and spoke them out loud, but not a soul kept their promise to each other.

They all said 'he's just a player' and 'he's not worth the energy', but every night his phone drowned with them asking him to come to their room, to go out for coffee. It was fun being the center of attention.

"How long do you think it takes for a person to fall in love?" Izuku asked hands deep in the soapy dishwater. Katsuki had been put on dish duty after his most recent toy in class 3-B cried to the teachers. Aizawa tried to make it feel like a punishment, but it really wasn't.

House chores weren't anything new to Katsuki. Playing house had become something he was good at.

"I think most people fall in about 10 seconds, give them a few sweet nothings, hold their hand and they fold like a house of cards." Katsuki dried off a clean dish Izuku handed to him. Disdain covered the freckled face as the boring conversation continued.

"I don't think it's that fast, Kacchan. If that were the case, I think I'd have fallen in love a long time ago." The emerald eyes retreated into the overflowing soap sink. The pleasantly calm look on Izuku’s face pissed Katsuki off.

This nerd was the only person in the dorms who never made advances, but that’s not what was annoying.

Izuku was Katsuki’s complete opposite, yet he got just as much attention. The short nerd hadn’t had a growth spurt since their first year and stayed at an average of 5’7. Before Katsuki had a turn with the class, everyone, every fucking one, first tried to get at Izuku.

In a desperate attempt to be different from the new normal of falling into Katsuki’s web.

“Well, a shitty nerd like you wouldn't know love if it broke your damn arm again.” Katsuki grabbed a plate too harshly from the greenette, the porcelain disc almost falling to the ground.

“How would you know, Kacchan? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in love, let alone date anyone.” The fucking nerd was using logic against Katsuki. Katsuki was not going to lose against this dense idiot.

"You don't need to date someone to fucking 'fall in love', " using air quotes to emphasize his point. "Sometimes you don't even know when you fall in love," Katsuki laughed to himself, -

- "I'm pretty sure that's why the class still fucking texts me every goddamn night. They love me too much to give me up."

The dishes swimming around in the soapy water stopped clattering. Izuku stood stiff and peered over the kitchen sink into the common room, pain, and anguish remarkably noticeable on his face. Had Katsuki struck a nerve?

It didn't matter, not really, since the two rivals have never had a problem shoving words aside, they fought each other and used hands instead of actual communication.

Katsuki had grown used to the readable idiot giving him the satisfaction of the metallic blood taste in his mouth whenever Katsuki felt like feeling.

"Yeah, well, you never played fair with them," Izuku mumbled as he busied himself once again with the dishes.

Katsuki never played without advantages, never started a fight he couldn't win, and never let anyone see what was under his sleeve. He //hated// that Izuku knew this. They had known each other since they were kids, sure, but Izuku //knew// Katsuki.

To this day the damn nerd studied him. After Katsuki had died protecting his weak ass, they both lost their shit over something Katsuki refused to face.

"Well, neither did they," Katsuki put the last dish into the cabinet, "so get off your high horse you fucking virgin."

Shoving his hands in his sweat pockets, Katsuki turned away from the flushed freckled idiot and could hear hurried footsteps follow after him, the sound of soapy water draining rapidly in the distance. Katsuki was annoyed with Izuku for another reason.

Katsuki hated how the green pools looked up at him, unaffected by Katsuki's charm, and made his stomach burn and feel fucking awful.

Katsuki was a player, sure, even God himself would think anyone was an idiot for not seeing that, but Katsuki had more than just a soft spot for Izuku.

He flirted, in his own way, with the curly-haired fanboy but was always met with the eyes and the smile of a man who had no interest in playing games and getting caught up in his mess.

Katsuki hated how no matter what the other classmates said, did or even convinced Izuku that Katsuki had done, the nerd never left his side.

"I'm just being honest, Kacchan. You really don't know when enough is enough with some people."

"Whatever," the elevator door closed, Izuku scurrying to catch up with the metal doors and remain in the same space as Katsuki.

The elevator trip was occupied by the nerd mumbling some statistics about the brain's chemical reaction to certain triggers or some shit like that.

Katsuki closed his eyes, sleep coating his brain in a thick incoherent haze that drowned out the rambling idiot until his voice was nothing but a hum.

"Bakugo," the familiar, yet unexpected voice cut through his haze. They had arrived at their floor, Izuku already halfway out of the metal cage and turning to watch Kirishima say whatever he was going to say to Katsuki. Kirishima had been Katsuki's recent victim before Shiozaki.

The damn tree hugger probably ran to Kirishima after crying to the teachers.

/What a fucking pain in my ass/

"What, Kiri? Did I hurt your feelings when I got bored of you and moved on to Shio?" The harsh words flooded Katsuki's mouth without a second thought.

He didn't want to hurt his friend, not completely, but since Katsuki fucked him senseless Kirishima had grown some balls. It was annoying.

"I never expected much from you, dude. I knew what I was getting myself into, unlike the others. I'm not a complete idiot, Bakugo." Kirishima forced eye contact. Heated gazes meeting. Of course, Kirishima wasn't an idiot.

He knew boundaries, expected to be thrown to the curb once he offered himself to Katsuki, and hell the man never even sent a thirsty text after they fucked.

He kept their friendship as normal as it could be, so his fucking attitude right now was pissing Katsuki off more than the fucking nerd who just stood in the hallway watching.

"But you need to keep your shit under control dude. Going after Shio? Fucking with her feelings when you knew, YOU //KNEW//, she had a serious fucking heart throb for you, and you still did that shit to her? What the fuck even happened to you over the summer dude?"

" I got taller. " The deadpan answer made Izuku choke on his spit and start coughing incessantly.

" Dude-"

" What, Kirishima? What do you want me to say? That's the only fucking thing that changed when I came back. You all started acting fucking weird around me first. -

- Acting like all of a sudden, I was this big fucking catch you all wanted. I played along, acted nice, then you fuckers got needy, so god damn needy, and you know what? I fucking liked playing your stupid games."

Katsuki was now towering over Kirishima, the smell of the stupid organic soap Sero bought for him drowning Katsuki's senses in an annoying oak, and he bared his teeth like a predator hunting its prey.

"You fucks kept asking and asking. I finally gave in and wanna know the best part about it? No matter what I fucking do, how fucking cold I am to any of you, you all kept fucking coming back."

Izuku's presence once again was brought into light when the creaking of his door cut through Katsuki's adrenaline-filled mind. He was trying to escape, rightfully so, because Katsuki soon turned the pent-up annoyance he had in him toward the prey-like greenette. "And you,"

"ME!?"

Katsuki dragged Kirishima by the collar of his night shirt, dumb fucking Crimson Riot memorabilia, and threw him to the wall next to Izuku's door.

"You comfort every single fucking extra that comes crying at your door."

Izuku wore a ghostly pale expression, one that took his tanned skin to a dull yellow. Kirishima’s wasn't any better. Katsuki was bringing these guys down with him tonight, his self-wallowing being taken out on others, as usual.

" Kacchan, what was I supposed to do? They are our classmates! We still have to see them every day!"

"You don't think I know that, nerd?" Katsuki spat, pressing Kirishima, now activating his quirk, into the wall. Splintering paint and drywall fell into Kirishima’s hair, dark roots exposed from his thin headband.

"But you're just as dumb as the rest of them. They went after you first, asshat."

The idiot darted his eyes between Katsuki and the pathetic redhead Katsuki called a friend.

" Kacchan, please let Eijiro-kun go."

/Oh so he was familiar with Kirishima now?/

This pissed off Katsuki more than the flaming bisexual redhead had. A lot of emotions were flooding his brain. Betrayal, hatred, anguish, jealousy. He didn't know why they all flooded his brain whenever these two were talking to him.

Whenever they tried to correct his behavior or tell him that what he was doing was wrong as if he didn't know. Like he wasn't aware that the game he was playing, this constant chasing of attention out of boredom, that he didn't think this whole thing wasn't anything more than a-

-Goddamn joke. It sickened Katsuki to think these people thought they could look down on him. Especially Izuku.

"If you care so much about them, Midoriya," the name rolled off Katsuki's tongue in a way that felt like bitter molasses. "Why don't you tell me why you never fucked any of them? They were easy, they fell to you, they relied on you to pick up their broken hearts.

So tell me, fuck face, why are you still a lame virgin?"

Katsuki knew his line of questioning had nothing to do with why he acted the way he did, he deflected.

He was constantly avoiding facing the real issue, never going any further into explaining his overwhelming need for something none of these fucking extras could understand.

"I'm not like you, Kacchan." The words twisted a knife that had been left in Katsuki's back. It hurt, for some fucking reason, this dumbass nerd's words fucking hurt.

He threw Kirishima further into the wall before turning away from the mess he made and walking over to his own room.

"Get off your soap box, Deku. It's an ugly look on you."

The door to his room closed callously in the sleeping dorm. The sounds of his classmates rushing to Kirishima and egging on the idiotic pity parade.

/I fucking hate this class/

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TBC 🌦️

Katsuki was rudely awoken by a cacophony of knocking and nails tacking against his door. What fucking child was at his door this early?

He looked over at his blinds to the morning sun barely even licking the black slats with orange rays. His bedside clock read '5.40'.

/You've got to be fucking kidding me/

Katsuki threw his bedsheets and stomped over to the door. It was black, like everything else in his room, but the rage he held in his eyes was red hot and ready to bury whoever had the gall to wake him up this early.

"What in the fu-" the door swung open to a smiling Izuku. This goddamn moron was wearing his track clothes and still had knots in his hair from sleeping.

"Morning, Kacchan! Ready for our run?"

Fucking hell. This bastard was annoying. The freckles seemed dark on his skin before Katsuki realized he was blushing.

There were only two things a blushing Deku meant: He was desperately distracted by strong women or he was planning something so fucking stupid he embarrassed himself. And it was fucking Saturday.

Katsuki brought his fingers to the junction between his brow and pressed into it like that would magically make this idiot leave. He opened his eyes to see the sage smile still peering up at him under his knotted curls. A sigh escaped his lips before resigning to his fate.

If he had to put up with anyone from this god-forsaken ass factory of a class, Izuku was the only person, aside from the now brooding Kirishima, he could halfway tolerate.

"Obviously fucking not, Deku. I'll meet you downstairs in 10," Katsuki turned to close the door before throwing one last comment. "Don't fucking wake me up this early with that fucking knocking again." The door slammed in the greenette's confused and deeper flushed face.

/Fucking moron/

Katsuki put on a sleeveless compression shirt and jogging sweats, not realizing he opened the door to Izuku like a whore in just his boxers. Maybe that's why he was blushing so much.

Katsuki tied up his shoulder-length spiky hair in a half-assed bun and put on one of the dumb thin headbands Kirishima left in his room from a study session.

Izuku was waiting patiently in the kitchen, eating a banana and searching through the cupboards like a rat.

"You know you shouldn't eat before running, right? Thought you were smarter than this," Katsuki walked up behind Izuku closing the cupboard and staring down at the bedhead that was beginning to bother Katsuki. "You really don't know how to take care of yourself."

Izuku looked up at the slightly taller blond, banana still in his mouth, looking like an innocent child. He was clearly confused and had no thoughts passing through his head for once.

Katsuki brought his hands up to the curly hair and fingered through the knots gently and worked all the kinks out of the idiot's hair.

As domestic as the action was, it wasn't anything new for Katsuki to show his classmates this affection since he started sleeping around with them. It was a routine thing that held no meaning to him.

"You know this doesn't work on me, right?"

"Shut up," Katsuki pushed the green eyes down, forcing the nerd to look forward. "It's been fucking annoying to look at this rat's nest."

"Sure, Kacchan." Izuku let Katsuki continue messing with his hair. Once the last knot was wrapped around Katsuki's long fingers, Izuku turned around and swerved his way around Katsuki. Throwing away his banana peel and wearing a stupid grin on his face.

"Ready now?"

Katsuki followed Izuku out the double-paned doors into the late summer air. It was almost fall, and the morning air crips with some leaves turning orange and brown on the green trees surrounding the dorms.

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TBC🌦️

The run ended at the vending machines just off campus, a few 1st years gathering around them, and Katsuki noticed a cute black haired kid with freckles.

Katsuki approached the 1st years, leaning against the vending machine, glistening with sweat and definitely getting their hearts racing when he started casually flirting and complimenting the girl's hair before turning to the raven-headed boy and grabbing the freckled cheeks.

. He pulled the boy's face close to his, the distance between their faces almost nonexistent, and watched the boy's topaz eyes widen before letting him go.

"C-Can I get your socials?" he asked, clearly having no experience with this sort of thing.

"Sure," Katsuki opened his hand for the kid to put his phone on and gave him what he wanted. Simple, easy, and not messy. Now the hard part, getting what he wanted.

"Kacchan," Izuku popped up behind Katsuki, having fallen behind on the last bend of the run. The girls started squealing and jumped on Izuku like he was a lost puppy.

"It's Deku!"

/How the fuck?/

/Oh, right, his hero name/

Katsuki's composure fell for a moment while he watched the girls fawn over him and touch his hair without permission. It was weird seeing people outside their classmates make a big deal out of Izuku. The pit in Katsuki's stomach grew and so did the anger it brought with it.

"Hey, Kacchan, a little help?"

"Nah, I like watching you suffer, Deku." The name playfully rolling off his tongue.

Izuku's face turned sour and had the 'you suck' expression. Katsuki watched the nerd struggle to escape the new blood's affection. The flush that had sat upon his face from running, turned to strawberry red with black freckle seeds as the girls started pulling at his arms.

The boy, Katsuki never bothered to ask his name, tried to step closer to Katsuki as he watched Izuku get mauled by the fan girls. This rubbed him the wrong way, like petting a cat with syrup fingers. His spine crawled at the boy he was trying to use.

"Later, kid," Katsuki said before leaving the vending machine and grabbing Izuku by his slightly sweaty arm. For some reason, Katsuki wanted to breathe. Didn't want the attention of these fucking fans, it didn't feel the same as when he got the attention from his schoolmates.

"That was rude, Kacchan."

"You're just too nice," Katsuki retorted, handing him a water and white peach calpico. Izuku said his thanks before downing the water. They sat on a bench in silence, the sun barely starting to peak over the school's trees into normal waking hours.

"Kacchan," the voice faint and distant as it rested inches away from Katsuki. "Are you going to tell me what happened last night?"

/Jesus fucking Christ really?/

"I don't have to tell you shit, Deku."

Izuku took another sip of the water, Calpico starting to produce fat teardrops as it warmed in the morning air. "No, you don't, but I'd like to know. You hurt Kirishima,"

/It's not Eijiro now?/

"You took out your anger on a friend. I'm used to that, hell I grew up with your emotional temper tantrums, but you've never hurt Kirishima before. So why?"

Katsuki leaned back, the morning air starting to turn hot and sticky. This was the worst time of the year, right when the summer rains meet fall breezes. It was sticky, it was inconsistently hot, and it was a warning of the school year ahead.

"Neither of you have any reason to step into my business, yet you do,"

"I didn't -"

"Kirishima knew the risks, knew the game, and he took it like a champ. Really. But the moment someone comes crying to him about his friend, he's so fucking quick to turn it's insane. And you, you're completely guilty by proxy.

You never played the game, sure, good for you, but you never stepped in when it started getting bad."

Izuku was now staring concerned daggers at Katsuki. Fuck him, he wasn't trying to get sympathy from him. His sympathy would have been welcomed last summer when shit really hit the fan, but he wasn't there and he didn't care.

"I'll keep doing what I want, Deku. It's my life."

'Yeah' concluded Izuku's line of questioning. Katsuki did blame him, partially. He wasn't stupid enough to not see his own actions and their consequences play out, but Izuku never helped.

Katsuki was being narcissistic and self-centered when it came to blaming Izuku, he knew that. But the idiot really had every opportunity to end it much sooner.

The sun started burning their eyes as they remained silent on the bench, breathing heavily and hearts sending blood into their ears. With endorphins slowly dying, that pit in Katsuki's stomach came back. It was cold, empty, and made him want to break something.

He took his phone out and followed the 1st year on their socials. He wouldn't text them first, God no, but he would see what kind of person this kid was.

Boring.

"Are you really gonna fuck with a 1st year?" The question, filled with disgust, had Katsuki's nerves on edge.

"The fuck does it matter to you?"

Izuku stood up and leaned on his hip. The maternal stance was worthy of an eye roll, so Katsuki gave it along with a heavy sigh.

/There he goes again on his damn soapbox/

"You really don't have any self respect do you?"

"Excuse me?"

The nerd's sage eyes had grown dark and filled with anger. They were the same eyes he had during the war, the same eyes as when Katsuki felt his life slipping away from him, the same anger toward villains was being sent right into Katsuki.

"Kacchan, don't be a dick. It's one thing to mess around with 3rd years. We've known you forever. //I've// known you forever. This isn't going to fix whatever broke in you. So leave the kid out of it."

Katsuki's body responded long before his brain could process what the green-haired moron said. He had Izuku by a choke hold and was blasting them toward a concrete wall. He wasn't sure why, but seeing the pained expression on Izuku's face felt good.

Seeing him shut up and feel what Katsuki felt was better than getting into any dumb 1st year's pants.

The wincing nerd gripped at Katsuki’s hand, not even trying to really escape, but holding on nonetheless. "I thought you knew too much about me. But you don't know shit about what I feel, Deku. So fuck all the way off and get out of my way."

Izuku stood on his tiptoes, struggling to keep his larynx out of Katsuki's tightening grip.

"Kacchan - nghk - please don't."

The plea fell on deaf ears as Katsuki's phone vibrated in his pocket. The game was starting and too much adrenaline was pumping through Katsuki's veins.

A wicked, dark smile broke into his face as he dropped the nerd and reached for his phone.

>>Unknown: Hi this is - - - - - -

The text was long, a lot longer than most. The kid was desperate. It was going to be a little too easy to win him over, but who cared. A game's a game.

"I thought you grew up, Kacchan. I thought we grew together."

"The only thing that grew between us was me." Katsuki looked down and noticed the bruises and burns he left on Izuku's throat. He wanted to be concerned, but it would be a reminder for the all-too-eager-to-stand-up-for-everyone-else idiot that they weren't on great terms.

Katsuki needed to leave his mark on him so that he stopped butting in.

How Katsuki dealt with his feelings, his hurt, and his own suffering, was never Izuku's concern.

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As he expected, the black-haired 1st year was all too eager to lose any innocence. It wasn't even a game, the boy didn't want to go on a date or even pretend he wanted anything from Katsuki aside from his dick. He had told him the same day that he wanted Katsuki after classes.

The dorm room was plain, almost as plain as the boy himself. Katsuki was led to the bed, covered in a green duvet. The boy pulled Katsuki into a messy and haphazard kiss, teeth clicking against each other in an annoying hurry.

Katsuki brought his hands to the thin waist the boy had, it was soft and lacked muscle. Felt more like a woman's flesh than the body of a male in full swing of puberty. Katsuki pulled him close to his chest, the boy's small dick rubbing against him.

The boy moaned into Katsuki's mouth, allowing access for his annoyed tongue. Inexperience wasn't something Katsuki wasn't used to, -

but this needed to be far more satisfying than just a slow fuck since the 16-year-old didn't even bother treating him as anything other than a sex doll.

/Fine, have it your way, fucking twink/

Katsuki pulled off the raven's shirt over his head far too aggressively and latched onto one of the pink nipples against the pale freckled skin. The boy covered his mouth as his nipple was sucked and pulled by Katsuki's sharp teeth.

The muffled moan sounded familiar and it lit a fire in Katsuki's stomach. He didn't know where it came from or why it got him so riled up, but suddenly the flesh on the boy tasted sweeter.

He removed the caging fabric from delicate round hips and lowered his sweat just enough that his sack was cuffed. Harsh hands pulled the noisy twerp into him, his tongue expertly dancing with the clumsy boys, and began fingering the virgin hole.

A loud moan was forced down Katsuki's throat as arms wrapped around his neck.

/God just shut up/

He flipped the first year onto the bed before aligning himself with the puckered hole.

/This fucking sucks/

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The showers were empty and long since used when Katsuki finally got back to the dorms that night.

The hot water from the shower head felt great on Katsuki’s scalp. If he didn't have so much hair, he was pretty sure that stupid kid would have left nail marks in his skull. The kid had no control over his quirk, at least not in intense situations.

He had the ability to shift parts of his body into other animals, kind of like Tamaki. The only difference is this kid just //had// animal DNA stored in him.

Katsuki ran his hands over his shoulder, the raised welt began to bleed a little, the hot water stinging all along his spine, no doubt deep scratches and bruises littered his back now.

/God damn kid/

Katsuki heard footsteps and watched a messy, bruised, and tired Izuku start his path into the bathroom only to stop and flinch at the sight on Katsuki’s back. Pride was never a thing Katsuki felt about the marks on his body.

They never meant more to him than a problem he'd have to deal with later. But seeing the nerd's brows furrow together and his pace quickening to a separate stall gave Katsuki something damn near close to it.

"You never listen do you?"

Katsuki started scrubbing his skin with his loofah. The kid really had left his mark and every inch of Katsuki felt like he was being stabbed with needles. The claw and bite marks started bruising a sickly yellow against his pale skin.

/That's fucking great/

Recovery girl, while school staff, often helped Katsuki deal with these annoying marks. These were pretty bad, but nothing compared to what his body has gone through before. He'd ask her for help tomorrow before class.

He didn't need everyone gawking at him like Izuku.

"I thought I told you to butt out already."

Izuku rounded the corner, towel covering his lower half, and leaned against the tile walls.

He inspected Katsuki, a feeling not unknown to him by any means. And waited for the nerd to utter a single word.

But none came.

The bathroom doors closed and once again Katsuki was alone with his thoughts. They weren't great. Flashing images of the 1st year made him want to tear his eyes out. The sounds, the sensations, hell even the fucking room were all off. It felt wrong. It felt boring. It felt easy.

Katsuki finished his shower and changed into his black skull shirt and Grey sweatpants before walking back into the dorms. Izuku was sitting on the couch, TV on, continuing his weekend with old reruns of All Might movies as he wrote down some obscure notes in the pitch-black room

Katsuki, honestly fascinated with the movie, sits down on the opposite end of the couch. Izuku doesn't say a word and doesn't even look over at Katsuki. They used to do this a lot when Katsuki was still healing from his heart practically being obliterated.

Back before everything became a big fucking game. When Katsuki still had some innocence.

A fight sequence, horribly choreographed to emulate the real thing, started splashing the walls with yellow and red as the silence between them grew even deeper. Katsuki was used to this more than Izuku’s annoying soap box.

He got so used to listening to the nerd ramble on and on for hours growing up, but now silence had become their new normal. They still sparred, Izuku always initiated it, and it could get pretty bloody.

Neither of them wanted to talk about why they beat each other black and blue when they had almost died for each other. But it helped get them back to normal before their shit hit the fan.

"So," Izuku broke the silence bringing his knees up to his chest. It was a habit, not really body language that needed any interpretation. "You did it anyway. You played him,"

"Didn't even get to do that, asshole. Boy saw an opportunity to lose his v-card, so I just helped him." Katsuki leaned back into the couch, his arm thrown over the back and man spreading onto the leftover space on the worn out cushions.

Izuku played with his hoodie strings while holding his breath for a scene he's seen a million times. If Katsuki didn't know better, he'd think Izuku was still that 9-year-old quirkless boy watching his idol on the screen.

But it wasn't the innocent kid sitting next to him. It was an adult, a fully-fledged, broken, bruised, and scarred adult and goddammit they were only 19.

The world dulled out around them, the movie coming to an end with All Might once again saving the day. The credits rolled, white text sending a hum of white through the room. The gentle ballad playing the credits out forces sleep onto Katsuki's eyes.

/I need to eat something/

Katsuki removed himself from the couch and sauntered over to the kitchen. Spicy Korean stir fry, eggs, and bulgogi sounded like the meal to keep Katsuki's skin from crawling.

Images of the boy shifting into different creatures every time Katsuki moved or touched him were haunting his mind.

Grabbing the ingredients he needed, Katsuki began cooking. Even though the dishes for the night had already been cleaned and put away, Katsuki didn't give a shit. He was hungry and he didn't care who'd complain to him in the morning.

The ending credits finished and soft commercials started playing before Katsuki noticed Izuku was missing.

He didn't care, it was just odd that the nerd didn't even bother to even say goodnight. Then again, Katsuki never bothered to see his partners off. Once they got what they wanted from him, blissfully sleeping in their beds all fucked out, he'd leave.

Some would text him compliments when they would wake up and others would be irate. It didn't matter what approach they chose he always said the same thing: "I didn't wanna wake a sleeping beauty,".

It was a simple enough phrase, words sedating any fear or doubt they could possibly throw his way.

But Izuku going to bed without saying goodnight to anyone was a little more than strange. He even left the TV on.

/Whatever/

Katsuki finished cooking his midnight meal and ate in the dimly lit dining room. Without the Clas skirting around him, some coming up behind him and running their fingers along his back, it was oddly serene having the empty space to himself.

Most days he felt either overstimulated by the eyes watching him or underwhelmed with how little he could be entertained. But this, this hollow emptiness of the common room, it was almost comforting.

Katsuki finished his food agonizingly quickly and put his dishes in the now cluttered sink. Midnight had shown its face and left Katsuki far behind as he looked at the kitchen clock and groaned at the time.

If he had at least gotten some satisfaction from playing the raven-haired first year it wouldn't have upset him so much how late he'd spent his day awake.

Begrudgingly, he kicked himself out of the kitchen and made his way into the elevator. The hum of cables pulling him upstairs once again made his eyes grow heavy and the sweet lull of sleep beginning to follow him in every movement he took toward his room.

A yawn began to form at his mouth when a familiar moan came from the redhead's door.

Katsuki stood outside in the hallway, several feet from the gateway of his own personal hell, and awaited the noise to return.

Unfortunately, it did.

It was louder this time, muffled and obviously being covered by a hand, but it was definitely a sound that stung at his eyes and made his stomach burn.

Katsuki leaned against the door, careful to avoid the squeaky board right in front of the door, and listened to the sound of heavy panting and moans. He knew Kirishima’s, even if it was only one time, it was hard //not// to remember the sound.

But the higher-pitched voice, one that sounded like fresh milk, was familiar yet foreign to Katsuki.

"Ei- Eijiro - haa"

That was the last piece of the puzzle. The final crack in Katsuki's mind splintering the image that was Izuku in Kirishima's room.

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Izuku set his phone down when Katsuki took the opposite end of the couch. The hickeys, bite marks and scratches shamelessly littered his neck and shoulders. Izuku had almost forgotten how little Katsuki actually cared about his appearance.

He just walks around with his medal of honor marks until the recovery girl gets her hands on him. It was pathetic behavior. Katsuki acted like this to get attention, Izuku knew this. It wasn't surprising to him that Katsuki wanted attention.

But he chose the worst way to go about getting it.

"So," Izuku tucked his legs to his chin, he was getting cold and the tension of the man spreading attention whore sitting next to him was beginning to eat away at Izuku. "You did it anyway. You played him,"

Katsuki clicked his tongue against his teeth, a small hiss echoing behind it. Izuku doubted anyone but he knew about this unconscious habit Katsuki did when annoyed. It was a small reaction that gave Izuku a complete read of his childhood friend.

"Didn't even get to do that, asshole. Boy saw an opportunity to lose his v-card, so I just helped him." Katsuki said, resting his head against the couch back and further resigning into the overused polyester seats.

Silence bled into the room except for the rerun of Izuku's least-watched All Might movie. It wasn't a popular movie, by any means, but the character development and fight sequences were on par with the most popular releases.

Izuku chose to watch this on cable since his disc collection was safely stored at home. Izuku wanted anything to break the void between him and Katsuki. They had grown so much closer during their first year at UA.

Last year had been the nicest and most fluid portion of the relationship since Katsuki developed his strong quirk.

But over summer all that progress, all that work, seemed to fall down the drain and was now lost to them.

Izuku nervously played with his hoodie string, attempting to occupy his racing mind as the movie came close to its climax. He paused his fidgeting, like always, and became engrossed in the choreography and dialog of the apex fight scene.

All Might, a testament to the director's unmatched eye, was glorious and fought until the actor was covered in his opponent's and his own blood.

The movie crawled to its conclusion, and along with it, Izuku's settled nerves began to tremble again.

The movie was over, and he was going to Kirishima's room.

While the two had grown closer once Katsuki started playing his little mind games with everyone, Izuku still felt odd around Kirishima. It was Katsuki's best friend, his only other real friend, and he didn't even call him by his first name.

Izuku steadied his rapidly beating heart. Kirishima had grown very dear to Izuku, sure. He enjoyed their easy conversation and didn't mind when the redhead invaded his personal space, but it all felt too close sometimes.

Like how Katsuki and Kirishima had fucked, and let the whole dorm hear them, it was an unexpected and nerve-rearing turn of events.

Izuku could hear the credit ballad, a song reused in almost every All Might movie.

/God I wonder how rich this singer is now?/

Katsuki removed himself from the couch, muscles and anger leaving a warm indent in the couch. Izuku had almost forgotten that the ball of horny rage was on the couch. Almost. The strong burning wood aroma of Katsuki lingered far longer than Izuku cared for.

Izuku took the chorus of dishes and pans being pulled out of the cupboards as his signal of escape. Izuku's close friendship wasn't kept a secret by any means, but while Izuku often scolded Katsuki for his reckless and self-destructive behavior when it came to his stupid games,-

-Izuku didn't want to hear anything come out of his mouth about the late-night visit Izuku was paying Kirishima.

Izuku knew his sneaking around the dorm hallways this late would make anyone question his intentions. He questioned why he so easily agreed to comfort Kirishima.

The red door plastered with antique Crimson Riot posters was now standing in front of Izuku, a bloody gate to unknown intentions. Kirishima was a nice guy, sweet, and often too forgiving. But he had never asked Izuku to comfort him before.

A strange tingle crawled its way down Izuku's spine and resonated in his fingertips.

Izuku gently knocked at the door, his hand making shaky contact with the door, and was immediately greeted by scurried footsteps and frantic movement of bedsheets. The door opened to a flushed Kirishima with a black headband exposing his black roots.

It was quite an attractive look to Izuku. Not just on Kirishima, but the headband really gave away anyone's strong features and drew attention to their eyes.

The soft red puppy dog eyes looked down at Izuku and the sharp smile plastered across the redhead's face warmed Izuku's heart.

"Can I come in, Ei?"

"You know you don't need to ask that, Zu."

Izuku felt floaty hearing the redhead use his name in a way that comforted and excited him. He wasn't used to hearing his name around his classmates. Katsuki still used it, but barely. The summer really forced something out of Katsuki that would remain a mystery to Izuku.

It wasn't worth getting hurt over. If Katsuki wanted to tell him, he would.

Izuku passed through the threshold and was embraced by the comforting smell of Kirishima's room. The leather punching bag had been patched several times since Izuku last saw it, but the smell of it mingling with Kirishima’s sandalwood soap made Izuku's hands tremble.

It overstimulated his senses in a way he wasn't used to, actually, the entire situation overstimulated him.

Whenever someone came running to Izuku for comfort, it was always in his room. His safe space, an environment he knew and could control. But being in someone else's room, being vulnerable to a new environment, was sending his brain into overdrive.

Warm and gentle fingers brushed against Izuku's neck. Instinctively he jumped away and flinched with his entire being. "Did Bakugo do that to you?"

Izuku reached up to his throat, the burns and bruises had gotten darker since that morning, not surprisingly. Izuku was too familiar with the way Katsuki marked him. It was just Katsuki's way of reminding him that he could do worse to him if he really wanted to.

"It's my fault. Poking an already angry bear was a dumb thing to do." Izuku scratched at his temple, a flush spreading across his face. Recovery girl offered to fix the marks but Izuku would rather live with his choices than hide.

Izuku sat on the edge of Kirishima's camouflage bed. The mattress was way too soft and really sunk in where Kirishima normally slept. Said redhead was standing in front of Izuku and brought a hand once again to Izuku's marks.

The knowing look swimming in his soft eyes had Izuku pressing into the red head's hand, neck flush with the warm palm. For someone who could make their entire body a pillar, Kirishima had such soft hands and movements.

"I don't want to think about it right now though. You asked me here, remember? Let's not make it about me, please." The words in the quiet room echoed as Kirishima moved onto the bed, two warm bodies adjusting to fit in the queen-sized bed.

Izuku was pressed onto his back, sinking into the too soft divet in the mattress, and Kirishima rested against his chest. His ear flush against Izuku's heart, which was beating off rhythm as he played with Kirishima’s fine hair.

Soft breathing and warm arms wrapped Izuku in a vise grip of comfort.

Kirishima was the opposite of Katsuki in so many ways. The biggest difference was Kirishima knew how to communicate, knew how to express himself and act correctly upon his wants and treat his hurt in a way that didn't hurt anyone. He was a good person.

Katsuki had never been a very vocal person, not when it came to his hidden feelings. Izuku knew how to read most of Katsuki's reactions, having studied and analyzed the emotionally constipated man for most of his life.

But since the summer, Katsuki's behavior was more erratic and unreadable as if he didn't want anyone to know how he really felt.

"Why did you ask me to come instead of Mina, Ei?" Izuku spoke, breaking the peaceful silence between the two warm bodies slotted together, Izuku's legs resting on either side for Kirishima.

"She's not good at keeping secrets," Kirishima adjusted his head so he was now gazing at Izuku, face partially buried in the oversize shirt Izuku wore. Shoji had left it in Izuku's room since it didn't fit him anymore and was a peace offering for listening to his problems.

"Plus you smell better."

Izuku felt blood rush through his body in waves and flow into his face and his lower regions. He wasn't inherently turned on just by the compliment, but it was more that someone even thought of him in more than a passing glance or thought he was a preferred choice over someone -

- else that made him hard.

Kirishima's gaze darkened as Izuku grew harder into the redhead's ribs.

/Kill me now, please/

Izuku felt Kirishima's arms unwarp under his spine and lifted himself to tower over Izuku. The dark look on Kirishima's face had Izuku in a chokehold. He felt his breathing stutter and his heart race uncontrollably. He was scared.

Kirishima pressed his stomach into the sensitive skin, forcing a bitten-back whimper out of Izuku's throat. The sound had blood-red eyes focused intensely on Izuku's now strawberried face. It was the same look Kirishima wore when he fought against Katsuki, focused and determined.

Izuku caught his breath, hands now resting on the junction of Kirishima's neck, and waited patiently for the redhead to decide what direction they would find themselves. It didn't take long for a choice to be made.

Kirishima leaned in, slowly, deliberately, until his lips brushed sweetly against Izuku's, a painful breaths inch away from contact. "Izuku," the words rolling off his tongue like licorice and captivating Izuku, "Is this OK with you?"

Izuku pressed his lips against Kirishima's, sealing the decision, and with eyes butterflying closed, witnessed the resolve of his friend break. Kirishima slotted his arms under Izuku's, raising his shoulders out of the bed and gently resting his hands on Izuku's nape.

His fingers curled into the green tangles as the kiss grew deeper and the gentle rocking of Kirishima's hips started sending heat waves through Izuku's core.

He felt his cock grow harder, the new friction and sensations forcing all his focus on the soon-to-be-soaked boxers he was wearing under his basketball shorts.

Kirishima began biting at Izuku's bottom lip and running his warm tongue against the swollen entrance. Izuku opened his mouth and was greeted by a much more aggressive grinding Kirishima and his feverish kissing.

Izuku could feel the outline of Kirishima's stiffening dick press against his taint and glide up his thigh. Whimpers were the only noises escaping Izuku's lips between the wet kisses and their shared heavy breathing.

Izuku could feel his inhibitions slipping from his mind as his cock began weeping in desperation in its fabric prison.

Kirishima's left hand untangled itself from the verdant curls and gripped at Izuku's thigh. The pressure constantly behind held as the hand slowly dragged its way down Izuku's thigh and his thumb making small circles at the junction of his hip.

All of these places, touched many times by Izuku, were being explored, and felt hypersensitive to the redhead's gentle touch.

Izuku's body vibrated on a new high, the shivering wreck at the mercy of his friend. Kirishima seemed to notice the quivering legs and Izuku's erratic breathing, taking advantage and releasing the greenette from his first kiss.

Trailing kisses brushed by sharp teeth down Izuku's cheeks, licking his jaw and grazing upon the bruised flesh of Izuku's neck.

The delicate broken capillaries being doted upon sent fire through Izuku's fingertips and left his mind hazy as he tried to enjoy the adventurous thirst his body felt as his hips moved on their own, grinding into Kirishima’s.

The first groan sounded from the other man's throat as he breathed heavily on Izuku's neck. Satisfaction spiraled into the knot in Izuku's stomach as he set his own pace, making the 'unbreakable' hero's arms go weak.

Kirishima's thumb now played with the edges of Izuku's boxers, dragging his nail along the hem. Izuku felt the right hand release his hair and trail feathered fingers down his other thigh and both hands reached to the elastic band of his shorts.

Izuku's head sunk deep into the pillows as Kirishima lifted the freckled waist and pulled at the restraints surrounding Izuku's flushed cock.

Hands quickly flew to cover Izuku's burning face, met only with a soft chuckle and a peck on the back of Izuku's hands. Kirishima was being extremely gentle and considerate to not embarrass the freckled mess lying beneath him.

Cold air met Izuku's exposed dick, his shorts and underwear hanging off his ankle. Izuku peeked through his fingers to see Kirishima holding his shirt between his swollen lips as he struggled off the elastic band of his flannel pants and settled it under his tight sack.

Kirishima was big. A lot bigger than Izuku had thought, his cheeks burning like coals as he realized what was about to commence. Izuku's legs were spread open further as a hand wrapped around his twitching dick, the newfound warmth and surprising roughness of the fingers around -

- his shaft elicited a shaky moan. Izuku looked down to see that Kirishima had activated his quirk on his fingers, displaying his newfound control over his quirk. The slow stroking and twisting hand coddled choked moans from Izuku's throat.

Izuku could feel his entire body shaking. It was intense, almost too intense coming from Kirishima. His skin was littered with goosebumps and shivers ran over his skin when a hardened thumb started grazing over Izuku’s slit, precum dribbling in copious amounts.

Kirishima slotted his hips in line with Izuku's, resting a hand on the pillow Izuku was throwing his head back into. The large cock rested on top of Izuku's, the extreme warmth rubbing against him sent his eyes into a flutter and his jaw trembling.

It was so much better having someone else touch him.

Kirishima released Izuku's weeping cock from his grip before curling fingers around both his and Kirishima's cock. Slowly sliding his hardened hand up and down both of their lengths, dragging a single finger to tease Izuku's tip when the length didn't match Kirishima's.

Izuku could barely register the world around him. The fingers around his cock, the weight of Kirishima pressing into his thighs, the burning hot coil in his stomach, the blood pumping in his ears. It took everything in him to breathe let alone control his own voice.

Moan after moan escaped until one loud high-pitched moan escaped, promoting Izuku to cover his mouth. He had some shame.

"Ei- Eijiro - haa"

These were the only words he could form before the coil in his stomach wound too tight. He started bucking his hips into Kirishima’s hand and felt the hot sensation of his release finally escaping.

His head felt foggy as the intense high lasted longer than it ever had alone. The sound of tissues being pulled from a box snapped Izuku into a somewhat conscious state. The warm red eyes happily cleaned up after them.

"I didn't think you'd want to do that sort of thing, Zu. But I gotta say," Kirishima threw the tissue containing Izuku's load into the trash can by the red head's desk. "I'm glad I got to you before Bakugo had a chance to."

The soft tingling sensation Izuku felt moments earlier had completely evaporated with the all too easily uttered words.

/Oh, so that's what this was/

Izuku propped himself up on the bed as Kirishima adjusted himself into his flannels. Post-nut clarity was an understatement of how Izuku felt. He was exposed, naked, vulnerable, and taken advantage of.

The one person Izuku thought would never stoop so low, did in fact take such a low blow. It hurt Izuku. It hurt a lot worse than the burns and bruises that wrapped around his throat.

He really was just a virgin toy to them.

The sound of squeaking floorboards had Izuku’s undeviating attention, the footsteps beginning just outside the red door. In a panicked frenzy, Izuku pulled his underwear and shorts up and rushed to open the door. Saffron eyes receded into the black door that was Katsuki's.

Katsuki just heard what happened. Izuku had just done that with Katsuki's only real friend aside from himself.

Izuku had really crossed a line that never should have even been considered.

/I'm so fucking dead/

"What was it, Zu?"

The soft, sweet voice now sent sickening knives down his back. Kirishima had looked like a puppy to Izuku for so long, and now he felt like an overwhelming threat.

"I'm going to my room, Kiri. I'm tired."

Exasperated stuttering followed Izuku out of the red threshold as he sped toward his emerald door, the black abyss of Katsuki's right next to his. A pit of regret and disgust weighed heavy in Izuku's stomach. He felt contaminated.

His body wasn't clean anymore. His skin crawled and felt like millions of ants replaced the previously enjoyable sparks at his fingertips.

Izuku could worry about himself right now though. He needed to make sure that Katsuki wouldn't go after Kirishima or himself.

He needed something to temporarily calm the safety hazard in the room next door.

TBC🌦️

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