Chapter Text
It had been a rough day training in class. Aizawa had set the class in two teams: Bakugo, Mina, Denki, Mineta, Sero, Sato, Tokoyami, Jiro, Kirishima, and Shoji; and Midoriya, Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki, Koda, Momo, Aoyama, Tsyu, Oijro, and Toru.
He split the students into those teams and basically set them up for capture the flag, first team being the black team, the second, the white team.
The game was intense. Everyone went insane, super aggressive and doing whatever it took to keep the other team away from their flag.
The Black team, the one Bakugo and Kirishima were on, had Mineta and Tokoyami guarding the flag: Sticky balls would stop anyone who came close and the bird shadow wasn't gonna let anybody pull a sneak attack.
It was a solid and smart plan. Except, for the fact they didn't intend on Todoroki being the one sent to grab the glad while everyone else was distracted.
The half and half held a fireball in his hand, lighting his flames intensely, keeping the light bright so the shadow couldn't touch him. And Mineta was too scared of him to even attempt to stop him, throwing a measly ball than the taller boy simply stepped over.
"White Team wins!" Aizawa shouted, stopping the game.
However, though, when he did, Bakugo was in the middle of fighting Midoriya and Momo. Hits were coming left and right, mad blow after another. Unfortunately, the teacher's declaration had caught the blonde off guard.
"What?!"
CLANK!
And suddenly, Bakugo was sprawled out on the floor. Momo stood a few feet a way, looking like she was about to cry as she dropped the large metal pole she had just whacked Bakugo in the face with.
"KACCHAN! ARE YOU OKAY?!" Midoriya and everyone around dropped everything and rushed over to make sure he was okay.
"GOD FUCKING- DAMNIT!" Bakugo banged in fist on the ground, as if he could beat up the earth. He got up off the ground, holding his eye and spit a mouth full of blood out. "WHAT KIND OF CHEAP SHOT-!"
"I thought you were gonna dodge it like you always do, I'm so sorry Bakugo, are you alright?" Momo reached out for him.
"DO I FUCKING LOOK ALRIGHT TO YOU?!"
Momo flinched," W-We need to get you to Recovery Girl."
"Well maybe if you paid more fucking attention in the fucking first place, you fucking idiot!" Bakugo snapped at her.
"Whoa! Bakugo, buddy, what happened?!" Kirishima jogged up to his injured boyfriend, gently gripping his arm, making an effort to soothe him. "You're bleeding, bud."
"WELL NO SHIT!" Bakugo barked at him as well. "Tits for brains fucking bashed me in the face!"
"It was an accident-"
"NO! You just weren't expecting it to land, there's a fucking difference!"
Bakugo was pissed. He started making explosions and cussing everyone out. He degraded Momo, Mineta, Tokoyami, Todoroki, and was just about to beat the shit out Deku.
Aizawa jumped down, finally stepping in. "Bakugo, that's enough."
The blonde violently turned to their teacher," Are you fucking serious right now!? I was the one hit!"
"Yes, I'm aware of that but-"
"YOU DONT GET TO SIT HERE ANS BABY THEM JUST BECAUSE IM MAD I GOT BASHED IN THE-"
Any words from anyone were silenced as soon as Kirishima's hand circled Bakugo's neck. It wasn't constricting, he wasn't blocking any air flow, but his grip was firm, keeping the boy from moving. Bakugo almost instantly went still and quiet, a hard to read expression plastered on his face. He didn't figgit, he didn't fight, he didn't say a single word. His bright ruby eyes just starred at Kirishima, if nobody knew any better, they'd even say he starred at his remorseful.
Nobody else said a word. They all just kind of froze, not knowing what to expect and shocked Bakugo calmed down so easily. Aizawa didn't even know what to do, he was just as confused and surprised as the students.
"Katsuki." The red head finally spoke, a tone none of the others had heard before. "I know it hurts, but i need you to be quiet and let me help you. Understand me?"
The usually rebellious boy slowly nodded his head.
"Now, Momo is sorry she hit you, and you're going to forgive her right?"
He nodded, again.
"Good. Now, let me see your eye."
The blonde was hesitant, he honestly didn't want to see what it looked like either.
In his hesitation, Kirishima sighed. "I won't repeat myself."
After another second, Bakugo reluctantly took his hand away, revealing his busted mug to the red head. The students that could see Bakugo's face and Aizawa cringed or gasped at the sight. The poor boy already had a dark, nasty black eye; the angry colors looking aggressive against his fair complexion. He had two big, bloody and gruesome gashes, one on his cheekbone and the other going through his eyebrow.
"Now, open your mouth. You spit out blood, let me see." Kirishima looked inside Bakugo's mouth, after he obeyingly opened it up, seeing where he had bit the inside of his cheek when the pole collided with his face.
It wasn't anything serious, the blood flow in his mouth had already spotted, but there was no doubt that hurt.
Kirishima's expression changed to one with sympathy and something else and we removed his hand from Bakugo's throat, the boy still unmoving, and took off his gym uniform jacket, gently dabbing some of the blood away with it.
"I'm sorry that you got hit. I know it must hurt, but you can't be like that just because you're in pain, okay?"
He took his jacket away for the boy to nod, again.
"Very good. Now, come here." Kirishima opened his arms wide, gesturing for the other to hug him, which he did immediately. The taller of the two rubbed and patted his back, whispering something no one else could hear to the blonde, before pulling back and wrapping an arm around his lower back and standing beside him.
"Im gonna go get him fixed up, we'll be back out in a bit." And with that, Kirishima led a quiet, red faced Bakugo inside, leaving the stunned class behind them.
Once they were out of sight, Aizawa cleared his throat, told someone from the white team to join the Black, since they were now down two members for this round, and ordered them to restart the game.
Practically in slow motion, the students agreed, still not entirely sure what just happened.
Denki pulled Sero and Mina aside.
"Guys... What the fuck was that?!"
Mina huffed, "I think it's pretty obvious that Bakugo has a daddy kink."
"But... That's so unlike him?"
"Yeah," Sero added. "Plus, that seemed more like a DDLB thing to me."
"Either way guys.... I'm both really shocked and really impressed."
Both boys chimed. "Oh yeah, definitely."
"Alright, Round two: GO!"