01 Jan 2021
The rowdy one introduces himself as Kirishima, and for just a second, Bakugou takes a chance to really look at him and he’s burning red.
His eyes are familiar and Bakugou recognizes him still, only now his hair is dyed a cardinal red, a few tinges of pink staining the back of his neck. And as he turns to leave, suddenly Bakugou is nine again, staring distantly at another pretty boy with a firetruck-colored backpack, and a familiar flicker passes through his chest. It’s slight—a burning flame no more powerful than a lighter, but it’s there.
And like a moth, Kirishima is drawn to the flame.
Or, Bakugou is prone to anger, but a growing bond with Kirishima gives him a new understanding of "seeing red."
05 Dec 2020
Katsuki doesn’t know much about dragons beyond the stories his parents used to tell when he was a child. They were few and far between, nearly extinct, and this was his first time really seeing one up close, much less being its personal carer. And Eijirou gives too many mixed signals, always circling Katsuki and sizing him up and growling at him when he gets too close.
Or, Katsuki wants a dragon but doesn't know how to read him.
06 Jul 2020
Kirishima has a bad day at work and wants to sleep it off. Bakugou decides to be a good boyfriend and take a nap with him.
28 May 2020
Bakugou sleeps a lot already, but he tends to do it more when Kirishima is around.
(5 times Kirishima found Bakugou sleeping and one time he woke up next to him)
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15 Mar 2020
Kirishima wakes up in the middle of the night and sees Bakugou sleeping next to him. He thinks about all the things he loves and admires about him.
And, y'know, sometimes it's nice to see your boyfriend shut up and sleep for once.
(Very self-indulgent fluff)
19 Nov 2016
In the wake of his rescue, Katsuki stops eating. Kirishima helps.
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04 Dec 2020
02 Jun 2020
Seven Seas, the world's foremost aquarium, has a little bit of everything; saltwater, freshwater, big fish, little fish, dolphins and penguins and seals.
And also, apparently, one very rare species of shark.
Or, life just got a whole helluva lot weirder (and hornier) for Bakugou Katsuki.
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08 Oct 2020
11 May 2019
"Katsuki was leaning his head against the car window, cheek pressed against the plastic body of the door, feeling the vibrations reverberate in his skull. He didn't want to be there. He didn't want to be stuck in the car for hours and hours only to arrive in a half deserted village in the middle of nowhere where probably only old people lived.
[...] He didn't care about nature, he didn't care about rivers, mountain animals or stupid old trees.
He wanted to stay at home, where every normal ten year old kid was spending the summer."
Or how Bakugo Katsuki, a lonesome and surly city boy, spends seven summer breaks in the mountains he will grow to hold close to his heart. And where, waiting for him, he always finds Eijirou, with his messy dark hair, carefree smile, sun-burned skin and wide eyes full of wonder. His opposite in almost every visible way, but who maybe understands him more than Katsuki could ever imagine.
30 Apr 2020
Katsuki’s attention was precariously caught on his lips. The light beyond the outline of his shoulder was red as an open sore. Eijirou's knuckles went white where he’d curled his fingers into a fist. He stood his ground, and he thought: fuck, thought: please. Thought: his heart was being dragged bodily across the room.
14 Jul 2020
“I’m sorry sir, we’re all out of privilege today, but I’m happy to offer you anything else.”
There’s something in the guy’s expression, a little less guarded, and holy fuck his smile.
It’s small, it’s vicious and Eijiro is definitely poking a sleeping dragon, but the guy has been on his mind intermittently all week and he can’t help himself as the blond’s expression softens. “How about that drink you made me last time,” he says, almost like a challenge.
Eijiro is there to meet it.
There’s a flicker of amusement, and maybe the ghost of irritation, but Eijiro felt bold and he pushed his smile wider. “You ran out of privilege, so you don’t get a ‘please’,” the blond growled, but its barely heated and he’s leaning on the counter, close enough that Ei can see a fair dusting of freckles just beneath his eyes.
And Eijiro, bold and foolish, drops his voice enough to accompany the space between them. “If I don’t get a ‘please’, can I at least have a name?”
Alternatively: Eijiro is perfectly happy serving Katsuki his morning coffee, content to be fantasising on his side of the coffee bar.
Until he’s not, and he isn’t.
- Part 3 of Novelettes Of Two Idiots In Love