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The thing is. The thing is. Once you've been through the shit with a group of people, once you've faced death time and time again, once you've bleed for each other, a bond is going to form. There are just some shared experiences that change you, that no one else will understand, one one could possibly understand. 

Class A of the Hero Course in UA are just...comfortable with each other. In a way only they can be. It wasn't much of a surprise to their teachers that, after graduation, the group had decided to move in together. It was the natural progression of years of them already living together, of shared rooms and kitchens and beds. Of shared laughter and stories and tears.  

It just made sense, the group had said during one press interview. We know each other's weaknesses and strengths. We know who likes to get up early and make breakfast. We know who we need to watch out for to make sure they don't sleep past noon. We know each other's shower schedules and dinner schedules and bonding time schedules. We know each other.

Why wouldn't we move in together?

Of course, even with all that, it still seemed to catch them by surprise when friendly hugs and kisses turned more intimate. 

(Not, again, to their teachers though. Midnight still claims she saw it coming a mile away after that first year.)

A lot of reporters (because they may be heroes and great at combat and saving people, but being stealthy about relationships is definitely not their forte) wondered how a relationship between 20 people work. 

Surprisingly easy, they say. Oh, of course there are fights (made bigger with so many people. They once almost leveled the entire street after a fight over whose turn it was to wash the dishes turned heated) and missteps (figuring out where everyone fits is hard). They have to be cautious, do a lot of communicating, do a lot of reassuring, and do a lot of planning. 

But when it comes to loving each other, it's easy as breathing. 

There are, as always, a few snags. 

They're busy a lot. Hero work seems to never be done. They work long shifts and do a lot of PR. If a disaster strikes, there is no rest. They don’t even get to go home, sleeping in tents and eating at makeshift tables as they make sure no citizen gets left behind.  

For those on the Top Ten Hero list, they get called out of the country a lot. Or pulled into interviews. Or asked to talk at police stations and schools. 

For those like Aoyama and Ashido, who have their own fashion line, deadlines and calls and fashion shows can get in the way. All of them have at least one clothing item or ceremonial cup or shoe line and there are always production questions or problems. 

The list of stuff they have to do goes on and on. There are times when someone is always missing someone, where a month has passed and they haven't seen each other's faces much less say hi.

Luckily for them, group chats exist, and they have people like Yaoyorozu and Iida and Kouda that love to organize. 

Team dinners are always on Tuesdays, whoever is free must come. Dates are planned in advance and if two or three people haven't seen each other in a while, the others remind them to meet up. Even if it's just for a small chat over coffee. If anyone felt like they were being neglected, they were encouraged to speak up. If anyone saw someone else is being neglected, they were expected to speak up. 

Their relationships had snags like buying food and household supplies. 20 different people with 20 different personalities means 20 different needs and cravings and wants. They try for organization, with five people going shopping each week, hoping that it lessens the work. Their shopping list is always at least six papers, and it always takes an hour to come up with it. 

Things were always forgotten or left behind. 

Half of the group forget that they constantly need toilet paper. They all hoard shampoo like treasure. They have two refrigerators and a humongous pantry bursting with food, yet they somehow never have anything to eat. 

Cooking can be a disaster and no one ever agrees on what they want to eat. Picking up fast food usually ends in an arm wrestling competition to see where they go. They have gone to dinners with bloody noses and black eyes. 

Figuring out how to get their taste to mesh is a disaster. Kaminari and Jirou always want the latest tech while Shouji and Orjio like to keep things simple. Shinsou picks everything to be cat themed. Ashido is colorful which tends to go against Todoroki's sleek style. Kirishmari has awful, awful taste and no one allows him to decorate where guests can see.

Hagakure, Aoyama, Ashido, and Shoji own a mountain of shoes that they leave everywhere and always insist that they need a new pair. Tokoyami, Todoroki, and Bakugou go through shirts like chips.

Uraraka is constantly breaking cups and plates when she accidentally uses her quirk. They've resorted to buying plastic utensils. 

Their relationships have snags like not everyone respecting it.

When this thing started to become a thing , it was a secret. Or they tried for a secret. They just wanted to explore, to let this fragile thing grow till it's more steady.

That went out the window when Midoryia got caught kissing both Todoroki and Shinsou. For a week, papers ran the story about the Cheating Hero. Newscasters ranted about it, the number one trending hashtag was #cancelDeku. Midoryia's ratings went down the drain.

It was the only time Bakugou hated getting the number one spot.

So they had to come out, to do one big interview where they put their relationship on trial. After that, they tried to be more public with their affections. Pictures of Ashido and Uraraka and Yaoyorozuo holding hands at the supermarket, pictures of Sero and Satou kissing, pictures of Asui and Kouda at the park. 

They have never felt more watched as they waited for the world to digest their relationship. 

Eventually, eventually , the press calms down enough that they aren’t immediately swarmed every time they go outside. That doesn’t mean there still aren’t questions. That there still aren’t doubts. 

There are several radio shows that bring it up every few weeks, always finding a new way to find faults. Apparently, their relationship is causing the collapse of the economy. Who knew?

Gossip blogs love to claim that they have broken up, that every fight is their last, that the group is breaking down. 

The secret admirers do not go away. In fact, they get more intense. People claiming that they can “fix” someone, that they can give them more love and attention than their datemates. That if they are just going with the flow, too afraid to break away. 

Ashido, Aoyama, and Tokoyami love to do dramatic readings of the love letters they get, whenever the group needs a good laugh. 

See, the group knows they love each other. They know they have each other’s backs, that they only work when they work all together. They aren’t afraid to show it, to touch each other, and reassure them that 19 others are there to catch them whenever they stumble. 

The problem is...not all of them show it the same way.

Iida doesn’t like pda, hand holding is as far as he goes most of the time. But he loves doing romantic gestures. Flowers that show up at work and taking them out to an intimate dinner. 

Asui has trouble voicing romantic words, but she has no trouble wrapping an arm around their waist or touching their lower backs, bringing them in closer to share personal space.

Tokoyami does best when writing poems or sonnets. He puts them in random places, where the person it’s supposed to go to will find it. 

The public has seen most of the group do one of these things, something that screams yes, we’re still so, so in love. 

The public has seen this from everyone of them...except Bakugou. 

The group understands. Bakugou has a hard time showing love and affection. He is still the rough edge guy, who is prone to shouting and insulting others, who growls and barks and glares. He doesn’t like pda. He doesn’t do love letters or flowers. 

What he does do is cook for them. He makes Sunday dinners, a big feast for everyone who is there. Birthday dinners or breakfast in bed. Random lunches when he feels like it or when it's a special request.

What he does do is take care of someone when they are sick. He has literally forced soup and water down a few of their throats. Checking their temperature, making sure they get sleep, making sure they are comfortable and have enough covers to bundle up.  

What he does do is help. Helps with training, with sparring, with warming up and cooling down. Helps clean whenever he is asked. Helps taking calls and writing up press releases. 

He helps and gives them small kisses on the cheek and wraps his arms around them during movie nights. But the public does not see any of those things. 

Which means that Bakugou is targeted the most whenever the radio shows go on their rants. He’s targeted the most when the gossip blogs point at their relationship breaking down. He’s targeted by admirers hoping to steal him away. 

The worst part is that Bakugou is mostly oblivious about this. Sure, he hears about the radio shows, but only takes that as them doubting his or one of his partners abilities. He doesn’t read or care for gossip blogs. And lord help him, but he has no idea about anyone flirting with him. 

(It took them way too long to convince him that they actually like him. And they actually had the benefit of seeing him every day, training with him, and fighting with him.)

The group is patient with Bakugou, letting him work within his comfort zone. 

They are not so patient with the rest of the world. Bakugou is part of their relationship. They will show it. 

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Yuuga Aoyama flips his hair out of his face, huffing. He hates to frown, because that will just cause wrinkles, but damn it, is he frowning. The photo shoot is terrible. 

Oh. The clothes are wonderful, as always. After all, Kyouka and he had designed it, why wouldn’t it be wonderful? 

And of course, the clothes are photographing perfectly. The light is falling perfectly, the shapes are coming through, and the models are amazing. 

No, what’s terrible , what is a nightmare , what is the worst thing to happen …

Is that one of the assistants are flirting with Katsuki. 

Katsuki had a rare day off and had graciously agreed to come with Yuuga today. Yuuga had been talking about this for the past two months, wringing his hands over every little detail. Katsuki had told him more than once to “sit the fuck down” and to “calm his ass”. 

Which is why he is here now, Yuuga knows. The blond is a calm quiet to Yuuga’s frantic fittering around. Every so often, he would catch Yuuga’s eye and nod and Yuuga smiled. Katsuki has knowledge of the business, thanks to his parents, and he isn’t afraid to tell Yuuga if something is horrible. If he’s nodding, then everything is ok.

Which is why Yuuga thought today would be wonderful. He’ll get his shoot done, Katsuki has agreed to go on patrol with him, and Yuuga had thought it would be great to stop at this ramen shop he knows sells Katsuki’s favorite spicy ramen he would buy as a thank you. 

Until he got distracted by the shoot. He turns around for one second, to direct, and when he turns back around, he sees it . Katsuki is leaning against the wall, typing on his phone. Next to him, the photographer's assistant is chatting away. 

Yuuga is very familiar with flirting. He considers himself a master at it. He just has that certain charm that is irresistible. Plus, he has 19 other people to sample from. 

So Yuuga knows what is up as he observes the two. He knows what it means when the assistant leans close. He knows what it means when the assistant tilts his head and batters his eyelashes. He knows what it means when he twists his body side to side, hands coming close but never actually touching Katsuki. 

(A wise choice. If Katsuki didn’t blow him up, Yuuga might have had to do it himself). 

Katsuki isn’t paying attention, the lovable idiot, more focused on his phone than on whatever the assistant is saying. A part of Yuuga is proud, knowing that a younger Katsuki would have blown up by now, literally. 

The other part is a very jealous bitch that wishes Katsuki was still that person. At least with people who should know better.

Yuuga sniffs, strutting forward. “Katsuki, we’re about done.” 

Katsuki looks up, still seemingly not noticing the assistant. "Thank fuck. I was getting bored."

Before Yuuga can reply, the assistant giggles. "If you need help, I'm sure I can find something to keep your attention." 

Yuuga grits his teeth. How low class. “We just have one more clothing to do. What do you think, darling?” 

Katsuki’s nose wrinkles at the nickname and Yugga hides a smile. But the blond looks past him, taking in the model as he walks into the lights. He purses his lips, red eyes narrowed, as he looks up and down. Yuuga watches him watching the model, loving the way he can see Katsuki actually considering it. 

Finally, Katsuki nods. “It doesn’t look like a fucking disaster, so that’s something.” 

Yuuga smiles wide, clapping his hands together. “Fabolous. Well then-” 

Then the assistant sways closer to Katsuki and Yuuga huffs. It’s not just that the guy is hitting on Katsuki, in front of Yuuga (and unless he has been living under a rock, he has to know the two are dating), it’s that the blatant lack of respect. 

Yuuga knows he isn’t a top hero. He does his job and he does it well and he is a good hero. But he works better in disaster relief and teams and is known more for his fashion lines. This isn’t just a hit on their relationship, this really hits Yuuga himself hard. 

He lifts his chin. It’s been a long time since he’s been the insecure boy from school. He’s a man now, and he can stick up for his relationship himself. 

Darting his eyes around, he lands on a bit of shiny metal towards the back. Jewelry, that he had brought from the house (thanks datemates!) to accessorize the models. 

His stomach lights up briefly as an idea hits him. 

~

He returns to Katsuki, who is still ignoring the assistant (and, come on, you would think a guy would get a hint and move on). Putting on a wide, pleased smile, Yuuga slides next to Katsuki. “Oh, darling, I have a favor to ask.” 

“Haven’t you asked enough favors,” Katsuki says, but he still looks up and puts his phone down. 

Yuuga’s grin wides as he presents the jewelry. 

Katsuki looks at it. Blinks. Then looks at Yuuga. “What the fuck is this?” 

“Welllll,” Yuuga says. “They want to take my photo, as the designer, for when they put it in the ad. And I thought it would be magnifique if we could do a cute couple picture.” 

“Why would I want to do that? I fucking hate having my picture poffessionally done,” Katsukie says. 

“Because,” Yuuga says, as if it’s obvious. “I wanted to honor one of my inspirations for the design.” 

Katsuki looks away, but Yuuga can see the way his face goes red. Yuuga grins to himself and goes for the kill. “And wouldn’t it be nice to have a cute couple shot that we can put with the others? You know, we don’t have one of just the two of us.”

Katsuki growls, fingers clenching. Yuuga can see little explosions popping on his fingertips. “Fuck, fine. Yeah, I’ll do it.” 

Yuuga claps his hands together. “Yay. Now hurry and get dressed. And put this on.” Yuuga shoves the jewelry in Katsuki’s hands. 

Katsuki sputters. “Fuck no. And what do you mean I have to get dressed?” 

Yuuga looks Katsuki up and down. “Well, you’re not taking a picture in that, are you?” 

“Fuck you, I look amazing.” 

“Darling, no. Please don’t lie to yourself like this.” Yuuga takes Katsuki’s arm in his, steering him towards the dressing room. 

The assistant blinks after them as they argue all the way. 

~

The designs are, of course, a big hit. They sell fast and Yuuga always grins wide when he sees them on the streets. 

But he absolutely beams whenever he catches sight of the ad that, in the corner, displays the couple shot of Katsuki and he. Yuuga is striking a pose, as always. Katsuki has his head tilted to the side, body leaning away from Yuuga. Their arms are interlinked, the bracelets embedded with each other’s names on full display. 

As is the small smile that plays around Katsuki’s lips.

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“Ground Zero, heads up.” 

Katsuki Bakugou blasts backwards out of the way as Mina Ashido flips over the villain, acid raining down. It eats at the spider webs that the villain had been producing to cocoon herself away from the heroes. The villain hisses as she’s finally exposed, large fangs snapping at Mina. The villain raises her hand, either to shoot at Mina or to try and close the gap. Mina grins, dodging to the side. 

Katsuki replaces where she was, hand raised. He blasts the villain out of her cocoon. She hits a building and goes down. She does not get back up. 

“Oh yeah,” Mina cheers.  She jumps up and down, going for a high five. 

“Fuck no, put that away,” Katsuki says, dodging her outstretched hand. “I just got these fucking gloves back from the engineers.”

“Oh come on,” she says. “I’m not going to melt them.”

“Tell that my fucking socks.” 

“That was an accident.”

“Exactly. Fucking control yourself.” 

“Guys,” Hanata cuts in from where he’s taping up the villain. “The jobs not done yet. Save your foreplay for later.” 

Katsuki turns on him, yelling as his palms explode. Mina just laughs, bright and loud. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she sees that the reporters have started to move in. Microphones and cameras out in full force. 

As casually as she can, Mina walks up and wraps an arm around Katsuki’s waist, marveling once again at how tiny it is. He tenses, glaring and snarling at her. But he doesn’t shrug her off. Mina takes the permission and leans heavier on him. 

She hears the cameras clicking and grins. 

~

“Ok, what about this one?” Mina picks up a hot pink bag that has cute creatures printed on it. 

Katsuki stares at it. Then at her. Then he turns away. 

“Oh come on. Just one treat,” Mina complains, throwing it down. 

“If you wanted to buy shit, you should have gone shopping with fucking Denki and Hitoshi,” Katsuki says, back still turned to her. 

Mina sticks her tongue out at him. He flips her off. Fuck, she hates his seventh sense sometimes. 

They head to the produce section/ (Mina making faces the entire time as Katsuki ignores her) when she notices a couple of people a few feet away from them. It’s two girls and a guy, all three whispering to each other and pointing at them. 

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. It has to be.” 

“I can’t believe they’re here.” 

“Should we-?”

“When will we get another chance to?” 

Mina smirks. She always loves getting recognized. Making sure to catch one of the girl’s eyes, she gives them a quick wink, throwing up some peace signs and sticking out her tongue. The girl blushes and looks away, before getting the attention of the others. Their whispering starts to get louder and Mina can see that phones are being lifted up.  

Mina reaches up and throws her arm around Katsuki, bringing him down to her level. He sputters, face going red as his hands pop . Mina’s grin widens. “Calm down, Blasty. We have some amurture photographers.” 

Katsuki follows the direction that her head is tilted in. His eyes narrow on the people. He makes a small tch sound, turning away and continues contemplating which vegetables he should get. Mina’s arm drops from his shoulder to his waist, hugging him close. She keeps it there as they continue to shop. 

~

It’s date night for the two of them. 

It’s just a simple walk, a trip down town to drop off some work for Mashiroa’s Boss, but after a grueling week of patrols and paperwork, to have the time to themselves feels relaxing in comparison. 

Mina stretches her arms up, enjoying the late summer air. Katsuki leans his head back, hands clasped behind it, just staring. 

“So, then I had to save her ass because I’m just that amazing and she bent over backwards to thank me. I think Boss is finally going to allow me a little more range on my rescue missions.” 

Katsuki hums, side-eyeing her. Mina jumps into a fighting stance, chopping at the air. “Seriously, you should have seen me. I did this-” she swipes her hand, “-and this” she kicks at the air “and that new move you taught me.” She throws a one-two punch, acid flying off her. 

Katsuki hisses. “Fucking stop that, Alien Freak. You’re going to get us a ticket.” 

She makes a face. “Oops.” She kicks some pebbles over the slime, ignoring the way they sizzle. They walk a bit faster. 

A couple walks by, their dog walking in front of them, tongue hanging out and Mina finger waves at it. 

When she looks back, she sees the couple’s hands are clasped together. She peeks at Katsuki, who doesn’t seem to be paying attention. Sliding closer, she reaches down and takes his hand. She looks up, grinning. Katsuki isn’t looking at her but she can see the way the tips of his ears have gone red.

She releases his hand after a couple minutes, because she knows his limits. 

Katsuki surprise her by leaning closer. He doesn’t touch her and she can feel the awkwardness pour off him, but he is standing closer to her. She gives him a bright smile and continues to talk about her day. 

~

They have to do a late night show. Mina because her latest fight involved helping to dig people out of the ruble when a hospital collapsed and Katsuki because as they learned early on, Mina is one of those people who needs someone to keep her on track. 

Katsuki is silent through most of it (because as much as he was there to keep Mina from making a fool out of herself, Mina was also there to make sure he doesn’t make a fool out of himself) and Mina is dazzling both the host and the audience. 

She has a hand on his knee through the entire thing. 

The host notices (of course he does) but he doesn’t ask till near the end of the interview. Leaning across the desk, he gives them a large grin, eyes twinkling. “So what’s the word, love birds?” 

Katsuki glares and Mina gives his knee a squeeze. “Nothing much,” she laughs. “Still in love and kicking ass.” 

“Oh come on, surely there’s something more. Maybe talks of a wedding going on?” 

“Not until we can all pledge our love to each other.” 

“Oh surely that doesn’t matter too much.” 

Mina shakes her head. “When we first began actually talking about entering into this kind of relationship, we all agreed. No one gets to feel left out. Promising ourselves to only a couple of people and not to everyone would be breaking that promise.” 

“What about you, Ground Zero?” 

“Hai?” Katsuki asks, nose scrunching. 

“Well, what are your thoughts on marriage?” 

He shrugs. “What she said.”

“So you do want to get married but can’t because of the limit placed on marriage licenses? Or is that just a cover?” 

This time, it’s Katsuki who keeps Mina calm, hand covering hers as she leans forward. “What’s that supposed to mean?” 

“I mean, it must be nice to have 19 other lovers and no need to fully commit to them.” The host’s smile is wide and sharp. 

Mina narrows her eyes. “Are you a dumbass or something?” 

The host blinks. “I’m sorry-” 

“No, really you must be. Because only a complete moron would say that? What, you think the only valid relationship is one with people who are married?” 

“I-I just meant that it’s convenient to not have to worry about being married-” 

“It’s not convenient. It’s sad. I love Ground Zero as much as I love all my other partners-” 

“Alien Queen, you’re burning my pants,” Katsuki mumbles. Mina makes an effort to stop herself but she doesn’t look away from the host.

“-and the fact that our relationship isn’t legal in the eyes of the court is a damn shame. You know that the last time I went to the hospital, only my parents were allowed to come and see me? Even though Red Riot is my emergency contact and the doctors all have in writing that the others are to be notified if something really bad happens to me? Legally, none of my datemates were allowed to see me till I physically told them to. Even then, they had to come in one at a time, each for only five minutes. Do you know how frustrating that is?” 

The host sits there, eyes wide. 

Mina grins before grabbing Katsuki’s hand. “And you can bet your ass that if we’re ever allowed to, Ground Zero is going to be one of the first I propose to.” 

There’s silence in the room. Katsuki clears his throat, before tilting his head towards her. “Yeah. What she said.” 

“Well, I, um,” The host’s eyes dart to the side. “Well folks, that looks like time! Thank you for tuning in!” 

Later, after dealing with the fallout from their outburst, the two are riding back to the house, mostly in silence. Mina is still fuming. Katsuki keeps her hand on his knee. 

“So,” he begins. She can hear a smirk in his voice. “You’re going to marry me, huh?” 

Mina huffs. “Oh shut up. Of course I am.” 

“Well it better be a good proposal or I’m saying no.” 

She finally grins, rolling her eyes. “Whatever. I could propose dressed like a clown and you would say yes.” 

“Is dressing like a clown any different than how you usually dress?” 

She slaps his shoulder. “You jerk! See if I propose to you now.” 

“I thought I was going to be one of your first?” He teases. 

“Well, now it’s going to be Ochako.”

“Oh damn, I guess I’ll just have to propose to you then.”  

She snorts, leaning close so she can rub her nose against his. “And I suppose I’ll have to say yes.” 

His big hands cup her face as he brings her down into a kiss. “You better. I don’t offer to propose to just anyone.” 

Mina smiles into the kiss, knowing that he’s offered to propose to everyone else already.

~

Kyouka, Ochako, and Yuuga all laugh with her over the gif of the host looking shocked that Mina dare cuss at him. 

She does have to endure Tenya’s lecture about proper interview behavior, though she’s pleased to see him fighting back a smile the entire time. 

The best though is that Katsuki now has a pair of pants with her hand print burned into them. Sometimes, if she promises to make it worthwhile, she can get him to wear them out in public.

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It starts because of, like most horrible things in Bakugou’s life, a child. 

Deku, Red Riot, Ground Zero, and Froppy happened to be on the scene when Bone Tired, one of the newest villains to pop up on the scene, blew up the base of a nearby building. 

Red Riot’s quick thinking, along with a few other people with strength quirks, managed to stop the building from fully falling. Deku had already chased down the villain, so it was up to Ground Zero and Froppy to get civilians out safely before the building fully collapsed. 

Ground Zero is running around, dust in his eyes and a scowl on his face. Everyone in the bottom floors have been evacuated but he knows from experience that there are most likely some still trapped in the top. Especially since the stairs have collapsed. 

Ground Zero turns to Froppy, signing to her since he doesn’t want to breath in the air any more than he has to. Froppy looks up, then nods. 

Using her tongue, she throws him to the top. He grabs onto a railing and hauls himself onto stable ground. Froppy is close behind him and Ground Zero grabs her arm, helping to pull her the rest of the way up. 

The two slowly pick their way through the floor, checking every corner, closet, and doorway. 

It’s when they have entered the third room that they hear crying. Tilting her head, Froppy points to her right, leading the way. Ground Zero takes a chance to call over the radio that they might have someone and to ask around if anyone is missing a child. 

Then they come to the room and he stops. “Make that three children.” 

The oldest couldn’t have been older than 10. She’s curved protectively around her younger siblings. All three stare back at them, whimpering. Froppy and Ground Zero both rip off parts of their costumes and help tie they around the kids’ heads. Once they feel secure that the kids will be able to breath (hopefully) easier, Ground Zero settles back and lets Froppy do the talking. 

“We’re here to get you out,” she says, tongue sticking out. It makes the littlest one giggle so she does it again. 

The oldest one gives them a look over. “Ho-how are you going to do that? Mom couldn’t get us out safely.” 

“We’re not your mom, kid,” Ground Zero says, voice gruff. Froppy pinches him, making him yelp. The little one giggles again, as does the middle child, so Froppy does it again. 

The oldest puffs out her cheeks and crosses her arms. “I know you’re not my mom. That’s why I’m not sure you can get us out.” 

Ground Zero opens his mouth and then yelps again. He turns to glare at Froppy. Froppy stares back. Then pinches his leg. 

Huffing, he turns to the kids. “Fu-Frick. Fine. What will get you to trust us, kid?” 

She hums, thinking about it. Ground Zero restrains himself from snapping at her to hurry up. Then she brightens. “You have to pinky promise.” 

“Hai?” He says. 

“Pinky promise! You know, like this?” She shows him, like the problem is that he doesn’t fucking know what a pinky promise is. “Whenever mom pinky promises me something, it always comes true.” 

Ground Zero sighs. Then he looks at Floppy. She raises her hands up, ready to pinch him if need be. “Fine. Fine. I pinky promise that we will get you out safe.” 

“You have to do the motion,” she raises her pinky up, lips jutted out. 

Ground Zero narrows his eyes. Froppy’s fingers itch closer. He curses under his breath, then hooks his pinky finger with her. 

After that, they get the kids out safely, as well as the three elderly people trapped near the top floor. Deku comes back to help them after he hands the villain over to the police. Red Riot is given permission two hours later to let the building go. They go home, tired but happy that a job was well done. 

And from that, an awful tradition is born. 

~

Katsuki and Tsuyu are sitting at a bar, quietly chatting when the news comes on. Gravity and Earphone Jack have been trapped in a shootout. Katsuki almost breaks a glass. Tsuyu is already reaching for her phone, checking the group chat. 

“Tenya and Momo are already gathering supplies to take care of them later tonight. Denki wants to know if you can make Kyouka’s favorite dish?” 

“Of fucking course I can,” Katsuki says, eyes still glued to the screen. 

Tsuyu pauses, tilting her head. “You know they will be fine, right?” 

Katsuki turns to narrow his eyes at her. “As if you aren’t fucking worried too.” 

She blinks. “I am. But I also know there isn’t anything we can do about it. Also, I rather not pay for a broken glass.” She nods down at his hand. 

Katsuki looks down. The glass in his hand has a tiny crack in it. Taking in a deep breath and releasing it, he lets go of the glass. “I hate this. This standing still.” 

Tsuyu considers reaching down to hold his hand, but she isn’t sure how he would take it with how high strung he is. She taps her finger against her chin, considering. 

Katsuki taps his feet, cheeks puffed out as he watches the tv. Like this, she can’t help but think he looks like a kid again-

An idea hits her. “What if I pinky promise?” 

“What?” He growls, turning to look at her. 

She holds out her pinky. “What if I pinky promise that they will be ok?” 

Katsuki snorts. “You know you can’t promise that, Frog Face. And you don’t make promises you can’t keep.” 

“That’s why I’m making this one. I know they will be ok.” She gives him a smile. “What did that girl say? Any pinky promise that her mom made always came true?” 

“That’s stupid and childish,” he growls. 

Tsuyu keeps her pinky raises. 

He snorts. But he hooks his pinky with hers. “Fucking fine. If it makes you feel better.” 

She grins. 

~

Katsuki is making dinner when Tsuyu drags her feet into the kitchen. He pauses and takes a look at her. She ignores him and goes to the dining table and flops down on the chair, head hitting the table. 

“What the fuck is up with you?” 

“Don’t feel good,” she moans. 

Katsuki moves the pan off the stove, turning it off, as he looks at the temperature. Nowhere near the point where it should affect her. He moves over and touches her forehead. He makes a face. “You’re fucking sweating. Disgusting.” 

She doesn’t respond. 

Sighing, Katsuki bends down and picks her up, heading to her room. 

“No,” she says, weakly hitting him. “I don’t want to stay in bed all day. It makes me feel worse.” 

“Well too fucking bad. You need the rest and you sure as fuck aren’t going to get it if you stay in the common room,” Katsuki says. He nods at Hanta and Mezou, mouthing at them to get some water for him. 

They make it to her room, one they had specially designed to hold water and to always be humid. Despite her words, Tsuyu’s body relaxes the second she enters it. Katsuki holds in his snort. 

He gets her situated on her bed, ignoring the way the water laps at his sleep pants. He gets her wrapped up in covers and goes to get the rest of the supplies, but is stopped by a tug on his shirt. 

He looks down to see Tsuyu’s wide eyes staring back at him. “Don’t leave,” she croaks. 

Katsuki’s frown disappears. “I’ll be back soon. I just need a few things.” 

Tsuyu shakes her head. “Don’t leave,” she says again. 

Katsuki considers arguing with her but her eyes have a glazed look in them. He doesn’t think she has the mind to comprehend his (totally logical) explanations. An idea hits him then. He looks over his shoulder, making sure none of the others have come to check on her yet, then gets on his knees. 

He holds up his pinky finger. “Look, if I do this stupid thing, it means I’m coming back, right?” 

Tsuyu blinks at it. She looks from his finger, to his eyes, then back to his finger. Then, with a shaky sigh, she wraps her pinky around his. “You better.” 

“Of course,” Katsuki smirks. “Have I ever broken a promise?” 

~

There’s a gala going on and they’re all invited. 

Katsuki, as always, hates it. It’s too crowded, too hot and stuffy and he’s sweating through his suit which isn’t good for anyone . 

So he sticks to the side, leaning against a wall. Every once in a while, one of his datemates will drop by and get him a drink, make small talk, make sure he doesn’t lose his fucking mind. 

Right now, it’s Tsuyu’s turn. Tsuyu isn’t great at this like Deku and Momo and Shouto who either have the natural ability to get people to like them or have been trained in it. People often mistake her bluntness as rudeness or her quiet thoughtfulness as being uncaring.

Still, she makes the rounds and Katsuki, though he will never admit it (unless it’s under complete darkness, just the two of them and he can whisper it in her ear), envies her ability to do that. He, well, he stays at the wall. 

Tsuyu hands him a drink and Katsuki immediately drains it. Tsuyu gives him a disapproving look and Katsuki grunts. “What? It’s fucking hot and I’m thirsty.” 

“Sure.” 

The two lean against the wall, staring at the dancing going on in the middle. Katsuki sees Rikidou and Tooru spinning around, Tooru’s dress fanning out around her. Momo and Kyouka are doing a more formal dance, but Katsuki sees the small smiles on their faces. All around the room, his datemates are dancing and enjoying themselves, spinning and laughing and losing themselves to the music. 

Katsuki’s fingers twitch. 

“Do you want to dance?” Tsuyu asks him. 

“No,” he immediately replies. 

Tsuyu smiles at him. Then she’s taking his hand and leading him out to the dance floor. 

Katsuki scowls harder, feeling the eyes of everyone else burning into his skin. “I can’t dance. You know this.” 

“But you can dance with me,” Tsuyu replies. She turns to face him and places his hands on her waist. 

Katsuki’s fingers dig in, unable to help it. He ducks his head. “I’m going to mess this up. Again.” 

Tsuyu lifts her hand up. He knows what she’s about to do and damn it, he can already feel himself calming at just the hint of it. She sticks her pinky out. “I promise that you won’t mess up. Not with me.” 

Katsuki sighs, but takes her pinky. “Promise.” 

She closes her big, green eyes and smiles at him. “Have I ever broken a promise before?”

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Katsuki growls as he rips his room apart. He has a meeting in twenty minutes at an office that's fifteen minutes away and he needs to leave now.

Unfortunately, it's lightly raining outside and he, for some stupid fucking reason, can not find his jacket. 

He stomps his way into Kaminari's room and starts to rip that apart too.

"Woah, hey," Toru calls from the doorway. "What's going on here?"

"I can't find my jacket," Katsuki growls, "and I know that clothes thief has it." 

Toru hums. "Didn't Hitoshi have it last? You know, when he went out with Momo last night? Or was it Hanta?"

Katsuki huffs, dropping the clothes he had ripped out of the drawers onto Kaminari's bed. "I don't have time for this. I need to go."

Toru turns to the side, eyes catching on something flashy. She leans forward, lifting it up. "What about this one?"  

Katsuki glances at it, eyeing it up and down. "...the glitter is going to get everywhere."

Toru shrugs, not that he can see. "Well, I'm sure there's another jacket somewhere in this house."

Katsuki sighs. "No, this one will have to be fine. I'm going to be fucking late , I can't believe this."

Toru smiles, shaking her head, before lifting up on her toes and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Maybe you can blast your away across and claim it was an emergency."

Katsuki would never do it, would never lie about using his powers in that way, but the thought makes his lips twitch. He grabs her hand, feeling it on his cheek, and gives it a squeeze. "Remind me to take you to dinner sometime this weekend."

"Will do. Now hurry."

~

Ochaco is one her way back home when a TV in one of the shops catches her attention. It's playing the local news, showcasing heroes working and playing with children. 

She smiles at seeing the Wonder Duo company there, chasing each other in the background, each with a kid on their shoulders. 

Deku is laughing, all big smiles as he runs as safely as he could while carrying a kid. The kid, a little boy with big wide eyes, clings to his head, mouth open in amazement. Katsuki is close behind, a ferocious grin on his own face. The little girl he carries is holding a sword, pointing it at Deku, and commanding Katsuki to go faster.

Ochaco can't help but melt at the sight.

And then her eyes catch onto what Katsuki is wearing and her body warms up for a completely different reason. 

It's an old jacket design of hers, one that she remembers Rikido buying. It's bubblegum pink and white, with her heo name written across the back in sparkly silver.

Ochako doesn't consider herself a possessive person, not really. But seeing on of the more private members of their group, seeing Katsuki Bakugou, wearing her merch, her name stamped clear across his back, well..

Ok, so she liked it. 

She hurries home and considers bargaining with Hanta so she can have the Wonder Duo to herself tonight. 

~

Ochaco really didn’t mean for the next time to happen. 

Sure, she really (really, really, really) liked having her brand on Katsuki. But she would never purposefully misplace his clothes in order to see him in hers. 

Well. Ok. 

She glances at the hat Bakugou is wearing as they walk through the park. It’s pink and bright and thoroughly worn, her hero name written boldly in white across the front. He doesn’t seem to notice the stares or quick glances civilians give the two of them, too busy biting into his spicy treat. 

Ochaco eats her more slowly, lightly nibbling on the edges, as she watches everyone else watching them. 

Well. Ok then. It’s not like it can cause any real harm. As long as Katsuki never finds out the reason why. 

~

“I think someone has been breaking into our house,” Katsuki says one day at the dinner table. 

Ochaco raises an eyebrow at him, mouth stuffed full of food. 

It’s Hitoshi who asks. “Ok, I’ll bite. Why?” 

Katsuki growls, stabbing his plate with a fork. “Because my shit keeps going missing. Shirts, socks, even my fucking underwear.” Katsuki glares at everyone else at the table as he shoves his food into his mouth. “And I would like a fucking answer.” 

It takes everything in Ochaco to keep eye contact. “Oh? Maybe you just need to take better care of your stuff.” 

Katsuki turns burning eyes towards her. 

Ochaco just stuffs more noodles into her mouth. 

~

Katsuki narrows his eyes. 

Ochaco smiles back at him. 

Katsuki crosses his arms. 

Ochaco tilts her head. 

Katsuki snarls. 

Ochaco gives him finger guns. 

Katsuki turns on his heel, walking away. 

Ochaco’s eyes drift down to his jeans, which has Uravity written across his ass.

~

Ochaco never really thought she could get away with for long. She expected to be called out on this sooner or later, if not by Katsuki himself than by her other datemates.

She did not expect the others to join in though. 

Suddenly, Bakugou’s black skull t-shirts are being replaced with Koji’s soft pastel animal shirts or long sleeved Mezo shirts. His socks suddenly become longer, gray and mimicking Ingenium’s leg boosters. His jackets are no longer the badass leather ones he likes so much, but the more expensive ones Shoto likes or Fumikage’s more durable ones. 

Katsuki’s frown deepens as every day his wardrobe is messed with in some way or another, but he never actually says anything directly to them. He just wears their clothes and pretends that his datemates aren’t so annoying. 

Ochaco can’t help and feel a little smug that she was the one to start their little trend. And by the look Katsuki gives her, blank as he holds up his newest addition, she probably wasn’t as suitable as she thought.

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The room is dead silent, the only sound is that of a ticking clock. 

Katsuki leans back in his chair, eyeing the man in front of him, a smirk on his face. His legs are spread wide, his Ingenium hoodie strategically rumpled.

Tenya has his elbows on his knees, one finger stroking against his chin. He adjusts his glasses. 

Katsuki places one foot on the table and Tenya sighs. 

“Bakugou, please.”

“What?” Katsuki tilts his head, smirking. 

Tenya flicks his eyes up and then down to the chessboard sitting between them. He scratches his chin again, narrows his eyes, then reaches for a chess piece. 

Katsuki slumps into his chair, going as far as he dares. 

Tenya’s hand pauses, fist clenching. 

“Having problems there?” Katsuki asks. 

Tenya takes a deep breath and slowly unclenches his fist. “If you think your terrible sitting habits will distract me from winning this game, you are sorely mistaken.” 

Katsuki snorts. And then he takes out his cellphone, pulling out a mindless game Mina had forced him to download and started to play it. 

With the music on.

Loudly. 

Tenya’s face twitches, but he makes his move. 

Katsuki gives him a grin, putting his phone away. “You’ve gotten better at this.” He looks over the board, already knowing what his move is but letting the tension play out. 

Tenya leans back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I should. You do this every time we play.”

Katsuki shrugs. “What can I say, you’re so easy to get riled up.” 

“I believe that is the pot calling the kettle black, as the expression goes.” Now it’s Tenya’s turn to smirk at him.

Katsuki scowls, opening his mouth to tell him off when the door opens. One of Tenya’s interns enter, a serious young girl who Katsuki is pretty sure has never smiled in her life. She marches over to them, coming to a stop next to Katsuki, back straight. She waits.

Katsuki sighs, rolling his head to look at her. She still waits. Tenya watches, a small smile on his face.

Katsuki rubs his forehead. “What?” 

“The Ruhm Agency has sent over these files. They wish for you to look them over before you head over there.” 

Katsuki waves her off. “Set them down anywhere. I’ll get to them.” 

She nods, a tilt of her head, before setting them down on Tenya’s desk and then marching out.

Tenya waits until she shuts the door before giving Katsuki a look. “You’re heading to Germany?” 

Katsuki sighs. “My agency is loaning me out for one of their festivals. They think a big Villain is going to show up and they need some big firepower. My manager is hoping this will help me break into the German market.” 

“I thought we had an agreement. Izuka, Shotoa, Momo and you all agreed that you were going to take a break from jetpacking across the globe.” 

Katsuki sighs again, long and hard. “I truly thought I was. I told my agency that. They just kind of...sprung this on me last minute.” 

Tenya frowns, deep and serious. “And you couldn’t say no.” 

“And I couldn’t say no,” Katsuki repeats. He stands up, moving his piece, before swiping the folders from Tenya’s desk. “Same time tomorrow?” 

Tenya gives him a jerky nod and watches Katsuki go. 

~

Tenya is helping Katsuki in the kitchen. 

The two are arguing as usual. 

“You need to use proper measuring cups,” Tenya tells him, frowning as Katsuki palms a hand of spices before throwing it into the pan. 

Katsuki sneers at him. “I fucking told you, I don’t need to use measuring cups. I know exactly the amount I need to use for it.”

“But you can’t be sure,” Tenya continues to argue as he stirs. “And besides, it’s absolutely unsanitary.” 

“I washed my hands. Three times. At your insistence.” 

“You have touched three different meat-” 

The sound of Katsuki’s phone ringing stops them. The ringtone indicates that it’s his agency calling. Since their manager is the only one that would dare call him this late at night, and on his day off, Katsuki goes to answer it. 

Tenya takes up cooking, using actual measuring cups because he is not a barbarian, but his ears still pick up the way Katsuki starts to hiss into the phone. 

“I said no.” There’s a pause before Katsuki continues. “I said no more international travels. Just give me a few months to fucking rest and enjoy my datemates.” 

Another pause. “I know but-” 

“But-” 

Tenya is silently watching him now, fists clenching against his utensil as he sees Katsuki hang his head. “I understand. Yes. Yeah. Fucking whatever. Ok.” 

He hangs up and Tenya returns to stirring. 

Katsuki comes back to stand at his side, quiet and seething. 

“Not good news I assume,” Tenya says, keeping his tone light. 

He can practically hear Katsuki’s teeth grinding together. He swallows the urge to reprimand him for that. “I’m needed in Italy in two weeks.” 

Tenya stares at him. “But-” 

“I told them no more international flying,” Katsuki cuts him off. “But either I go or they pull Deku or Shoto. Deku hasn’t been home in a month and if Shoto doesn’t take a day off he’s going to pass out.” 

Tenya stares down at the pots. “They’re overworking you three.” 

Katsuki snorts. “We’re on the verge of breaking into the top five. It’s going to happen.” 

“It doesn’t have to though.” 

Katsuki hunches his shoulders. “There’s nothing we can do.” 

Tenya stirs the pan in silence. Katsuki grabs a measuring cup and pours the milk. 

~

Tenya watches Katsuki sit on his bed in silence, the other’s head in hands. Katsuki is rarely this quiet when he’s not being thoughtful. 

“Are you alright?” He asks, softly for once. 

Katsuki doesn’t exactly jump but Tenya can see the way he tenses, can hear the silent hiss. “I’m fucking dandy, I just have a headache.” 

“You haven’t been sleeping well,” Tenya notes. 

“Too busy jet setting,” Katsuki grunts. 

“You can-” 

“I can’t,” Katsuki stresses. “If I don’t do it, they’re just going to pull Deku and fucking IcyHot into this and those idiots would gladly go along like the self-sacrificing idiots they are.” 

“And you don’t think you’re not being a self-sacrificing idiot?” 

Katsuki sighs, long and hard, through his nose. “It’s just for a couple more weeks. I can handle that. And then if they try to extend it, I’ll tell them to shove it up their asses.” 

Tenya gives him another long look, looking at the heavy way Katsuki’s shoulders hunch and how he rubs his neck. He gets out his phone, sending three messages out. 

Two are to Shoji and Sato respectively, seeing if either could go to Katsuki’s room and give him a deep massage. 

The last is to Momo, asking her to meet him for dinner. They have some things they need to talk about. 

~

Katsuki blinks at him when Tenya enters his agency. He does a double-take when the other heads straight for his manager, instead of stopping by to see any of his datemates. 

Katsuki shares looks with Deku and Shoto, but they both shrug at him. So they didn't know what was going on either.

Katsuki tries to finish putting on his costume all while pretending to not be listening in on whatever conversation Tenya is having.

That gets harder when their hushed conversation turns into whispered yelling at each other. 

And then Tenya whips out a stack of paperwork paper clipped together.

Well shit, what the hell did their manager do ?

Their manger throws his hands up before gesturing for Katsuki coming over.  Katsuki stuffs his hands in his pockets, lumbering over and desperately trying to think of a reason why. 

“What’s up?” He asks as soon as he’s close enough to, eyes shifting to Tenya, then back to his manger. 

His manager, Daichi Kobayashi, is a big scarred man with a wild mange of black hair. He was the one to help the three get their shit together long enough to start this agency- because there is no way in hell that they would be able to stop being disasters long enough to do it. He also keeps the building from burning down.  Katsuki respects him even if he works them hard. Even then, it’ll be worth it if he can get Katsuki to his goal of being #1. 

“It has come to my attention,” Kobayashi says, shooting Tenya a glare. “That there was a series of mixups when it comes to your travel schedule.” 

Tenya Idia does not snort, so the sound that leaves his mouth must have been a figment of Katsuki’s imagination. 

Kobayashi grinds his teeth. “We will be looking into fixing this.” 

Tenya pushes up his glasses. He still hasn’t looked at Katsuki, keeping his attention on Kobayashi. “Yes. And please, when you do, get those papers signed and then back to me.” 

Katsuki’s mouth is open as he looks between the two. Did...did Tenya just threaten his manager?

Kobayashi nods. Tenya nods back. Then he does an about face and leaves, stiff shouldered. 

Katsuki is still staring at him. 

“As a husband, I can appreciate the fact that you have partners who are willing to go so far as to threaten legal action against us in order to look out for you,” his manager grunts. “But as your boss, it’s fucking annoying. Come talk to me next time before the mama bears get worried.” Then with that, he slaps Katsuki on the back before walking away, grumbling under his breath as he looks through the papers. 

Katsuki is still staring at the door Tenya left through. 

~

Katsuki stares down at the chessboard, carefully considering his move. 

Tenya is staring at him. 

After several long minutes, Katsuki moves his piece. 

Tenya is quick to move his. 

Katsuki is back to staring at the board. 

Finally, Tenya speaks up. “I apologize.” 

Katsuki’s eyes flick to his and then back down to the board. Tenya takes the permission to continue. "I realize I crossed boundaries, that I acted without your permission.." 

Tenya hesitates before adding. "I'm not sorry for the results though." He bows his head. "If you can not forgive that, then I understand." 

Katsuki stays silent as he moves his piece. Then, fast as lightning, he grabs Tenya's tie and pulls him into a kiss. It's rough and quick, Tenya too surprised to respond.

"You're a fucking moron," Katsuki says. "I understand I'm not the...best at this, or at setting boundaries for myself or taking breaks-” 

“Or caring about your health in any way that doesn’t involve one of us stepping in,” Tenya says, hesitantly smiling. 

Katsuki rolls his eyes. “Yes, well. That’s why I’m dating people like you, aren’t I? So you can put your fucking nose in my business and stop me, even if I hate it.” 

“Still-” 

“Still,” Katsuki stresses, cutting him off. “I understand. I’m not...happy…” he cuts off, biting his bottom lip. 

Tenya covers Katsuki’s hands where they are still tangled in his tie, waiting the other out. He’s patient and he always wins this fight. 

Katsuki blows out a sigh. “I was mostly embarrassed at being caught off guard. So maybe...give me a heads up next time?” He says it through gritted teeth, eyes darting away, as if saying what he wants, clearly so Tenya can understand him, will kill him. 

Tenya gingerly kisses his fingertips, letting Katsuki know without saying that he appreciates that Katsuki was able to tell him the problem. "I see. I will keep that in mind in the future." 

Katsuki's face is flushed red, his finger twitching as if they desire to break free, still so unused to outright telling someone how he feels. 

Tenya doesn't let go, still kissing his fingertips as he stares into Katsuki’s eyes. 

Katsuki’s shoulders hunch and he bristles. “Well? Let’s finish the fucking game.” 

Teny gives them one last kiss and then he drops them, hiding a smile. “Of course. Whose turn was it again?”

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Despite how much he says it, no one really believes that Mashiroa can’t completely control his tail. 

It’s his quirk, many have argued. Like other quirks, he should have complete control over it. It’s what he trained at UA for, right? Everyone else is expected to control theirs, why should Mashiroa be any different? 

Most civilians don’t really understand, though, that not having complete control over your quirk isn’t unusual, even for Heros. Denki still sparks up occasionally, Ochako will still accidentally float stuff, Mezo will occasionally punch through a wall. It happens to them all. Why they’re getting bent out of shape when he acknowledges it, he has no idea. 

Anyways, his tail does stuff without his input. It’ll twitch when he’s happy (it absolutely does not wag, no matter what Mina says) or droop when he’s sad. He can lean back on it to prop himself up. Sometimes the fur will stand on end when he’s scared or gets puffy whenever he feels like being lovely. 

And it’s taken to wrapping itself around his partners lately. 

Denki and Mezo and Toru had been his first victims. He loves all his partners equally, could not pick one of them to be his favorite even if you put a killing quirk against his head, but those three were the ones he fell in romantic love with first. He’s the most comfortable with them. 

So of course, when he’s relaxed, when’ he’s at his safest with them so close to him, his tail just acts. It wraps around them, like a snake. Mezo had initially been uncomfortable, still so unused to people just outright touching him, but Toru had found it cute and had squealed when it first happened. Denki just likes to play with the fluff on his tail. Sometimes he braids it. 

Slowly, throughout their relationship, his tail has snaked around each of his partners. It had just become a habit of his. It curls around someone’s waist as they eat, it wraps around their stomach when they walk, it flops over them when they just sit next to each other, comfortably reading in silence. 

His fans loved it. A Twitter account had been set up that just exclusively retweets photos of his tail wrapped around various people. 

Much to everyone’s surprise, including Mashiroa, the one he finds himself mostly wrapping around is Katsuki. 

He thinks part of it is just how warm the other man is, his natural body temperature running hotter than most people. The only other person who comes close is Shoto, but half his body is also freezing and his tail does not like that. 

The other part, that Mashiroa keeps to himself, is that Katsuki treats every touch as if it’s a gift. Mashinroa’s tail is no different. 

~

Mashiroa is an observant person. He doesn’t often share his thoughts with others (too used to being passed over for flashier people) but he is smart. Years of martial arts training has honed his senses. It’s why Torou and him get along so well, he always knows where she was. 

This perfect combination leads him to be the first to notice Katsuki’s odd thing about people touching him. 

Most people would say he has an aversion to touch. Actually, a lot of people would say he has an aversion to just humans in general. 

They don’t see the way Katsuki sways closer whenever someone stands near him, body unconsciously following the body heat he can feel. 

While he never starts a cuddle session, he also never ends it. In fact, a few times he has dug his fingers into the person’s skin, just briefly, wanting them to stay just a bit longer. 

Mashiroa has, several times, gotten Katsuki off just by running his hands over his skin, the other is so ridiculously sensitive. If he paid attention to just Katsuki’s hands, he could do it under thirty minutes. 

Golly, Mashiroa could go on and on about how if anyone needed proof about Katsuki’s touch starveness, all he would have to do is point them to any time someone touches Katsuki’s hands, either on purpose or as an accident. How the other blond reacts, freezing as if he expects the other to pull away with disgust or to shy away from them. 

As far as Mashiroa is aware, none of their partners have ever done so. And so Katsuki will grab them close, shivering the entire time, little muscle spasms.

Mashiroa never brings it up. He isn’t exactly sure how or if Katsuki would even want him too. He’s sure the others would all overreact, constantly touching him and probably overstimulating him to the point where Katsuki would avoid them. 

So Mashiroa keeps his observation to himself. 

His tail has other ideas though.

~

They’re at dinner with Rikido and Hanta, the four enjoying time together before Rikido has to go film for his show and Hanta has to go to work. Katsuki is tired, Mashiroa can see it in the way his shoulders slump and how he picks at his food. It must have been a long day at work. 

Katsuki sits across from him, Hanta next to the explosive blond with Rikido sitting next to Mashiroa. Hanta and Rikido are the ones to keep the conversation going, excited about an up and coming cooking competition. 

Mashiroa chimes in every now and then but he’s mostly focused on eating. His tail thumps against the booth seat. 

Katsuki yawns, covering it behind his mouth, and then makes a snarky comment. 

Mashiroa gives him a look but then goes back to his food. His tail stills. And then it reaches down to wrap around Katsuki’s leg. 

Katsuki tenses for the briefest moment. He looks at Mashiroa, who just shrugs. 

Then he goes back to eating. 

And from there, an understanding is formed. 

~

Mashiroa, or more accurately, his tail, take to wrapping around Katsuki any chance they can get. 

It starts off as a way to comfort the other, to let him know that he is being seen, that someone else notices when he’s tired or angry or sad, and is silently there for him. 

Then it expands to being protective. He wraps his tail around Katsuki when admires approach, blushing and stuttering and asking for autographs. Or wrapping around him when reporters approach with their wide slimy smiles.  

And then it just...wraps around him whenever it wants. When Katsuki or him are cold. Or when they sit next to each other during a movie night. When they happen to be in the same bed. Or when Mashiroa wants his tail brushed. 

And really, it might have started as a way to comfort Katsuki but Mashiroa finds that it helps settle him too. Katsuki never ignores when his tail snakes it’s way around him, always giving Mashiroa some type of response. It’s a way to stake his claim on the other while still being polite (certainly much better than Eijirou’s way). It’s a way for the two to bond without needing to talk to each other. 

Mashiroa will always give the excuse that he can’t control what his tail does. 

But that doesn’t mean it always does it without him noticing.

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Denki can’t help himself. He’s a flirt. Always had been and probably always would be. 

He knows his partners don’t mind, they’ve talked about it before, what his flirting means. And after all, most of the time, he just flirts with them. Depending on the person, they might get embarrassed or they might flirt back or they might just laugh. Denki doesn’t care, he just loves flirting . 

Sometimes, it’s an unconscious thing he does. Whether he means to or not, the words come out and they come out in that voice and he moves his hands in that way and suddenly he’s flirting. 

Denki figures it’s part of his charm. He might not be in the Top Ten or have his own clothesline or tv show like his other partners but he was still one of the most liked Heroes. He had a personality that calmed Civilians during a disaster and knew how to crack jokes to relieve tension after an attack. He was good with kids and the elderly (although that last bit was more by accident than anything he purposely tried to do). He’s personal and he’s good in interviews. 

It’s why he doesn’t lose his shit when a reporter tries to dig for drama. 

He had just helped Ground Zero and Creati with a case and while they take the Villain in, he had been elected to field the reporters away from the station. He had been working his natural charm, getting the crowd to laugh with him. Every once in awhile, he would wink or do a hair flip. 

After all, the rankings for Hottest Heros were coming up and that’s a Top Ten he knows he can break into. So he’s putting a little oof into it. 

He should have known, with the way the lady in the front had been looking at him, a glint in her eye and a sharp smirk, that trouble was brewing. But she had been responding just like the others and so he had navily looked to her when she went to ask a question. 

“You’ve been really charming lately,” is how it starts and there’s danger in the air but Denk is not paying attention. He’ll smack himself later. 

“How could I not be?” He says, giving the cameras a smirk, finger gunning them. “You’ve all been such a good audience for me.” 

That seems to be exactly what the reporter wanted him to say as her smirk deepens, a cat looking at the canary. “So it’s all a ruse, just to play up for an audience? Or is it something deeper? Maybe trouble in paradise?” 

Finally, Denki seems to sense that this line of questioning is not the one he wants to go down. He laughs, hoping it doesn’t sound as fake as he feels. “No, nothing serious like that. I’m just naturally flirty. Anyways, who else-” 

“Then what about last week?” 

Denki feels his smile become more strained. “I’m sorry, I don’t know-” 

“With the civilian that claims you asked for her phone number? And have been flirting with her for weeks?” 

Denki internally sighs. He should have known this was going to come up, the story having been picking up. It wasn’t serious, nothing he had to make a public statement about, just some women claiming that she slept with him. 

It wasn’t true, which his partners knew. Especially since he was with half of them when she claimed they were having sex. And honestly, any serious reporter worth their salt would be able to figure out that the claim was bullshit. 

He guesses he’s not dealing with that kind of reporter. Or it’s just a slow day at the station. 

“While I am a flirty person, I’m also faithful. I have and would never cheat on any of my partners.” 

“So the claims are fake?” 

“Very fake,” Denki gives her a smile, holding on tight to his patience. “I love each and every one of them.” 

The reporter purses her lips. “Even Ground Zero.” 

“Uh, yeah? Of course.” He just said he loved his partners, wasn’t she listening. 

“Are you sure? Because you don’t act like it.” 

Denki’s nostrils flare. “While I’m grateful for your concern about my relationship, my personal problems are just that. Personal.” 

“I disagree. Your relationship affects the image of Japan and thus is a public problem. And interesting that you’re dodging my question when it comes to Ground Zero.” 

“It’s not that interesting at all. I just don’t want to talk about my relationship anymore.” Denki goes for a hard look, one that Eijirou and Katsuki have been helping him practice for stuff just like this. “And no, that’s not how this works. I’m still a person and I still deserve privacy.” 

The reporter barrels on, still trying to control the situation despite the glares others are giving her. “You are very public with your affections and, as you just admitted, can be a flirt. There have been multiple shots of you flirting with everyone of your partners, except Ground Zero. Care to explain?” 

“I-” Denki begins. 

She pushes her microphone forward. “Is it true that you hated Bakugou Katsuki in highschool? That you despise him?” 

Denki blinks. “What-no-” 

“How about the rumors that you never wanted to date Bakugou Katsuki and only did so under pressure from your other partners to present the perfect relationship?” 

“Of course no-” Denki spits but doesn’t get much further than that. 

“Do you deny the rumors, then, that you constantly fight?” 

“Yes,” Denki practically yells. He can see the other reporters closing in, flashing cameras, wanting to catch his loss of control. 

Denki feels like they are crowding too close like the air is suddenly hot and he can feel panic setting in. Before he could dig himself in deeper, the doors to the police office open and out walks Momo and the man in question, Katsuki. 

Denki’s shoulders relax and he smiles at them. 

The reporters turn too. They start to swarm, asking questions (“Ground Zero, what do you think of the rumors surrounding Chargebolt?” “Ground Zero, can you tell us about your relationship with Chargebolt?”)

Denki dashes forward, taking advantage of the initial confusion to grab their wrists and pull them away. “Thank you all for your questions. We look forward to talking to you again.” And then he hurries away.  

~

Denki hates to admit it but the damn reporter might have a point. 

Most of her accusations are fucking rubbish of course. Sure, he thought Katsuki was an asshole at first, but he was also one of the people Katsuki first allowed to get in close, to open up to. They were best friends long before they fell into a relationship.

Denki also thinks it’s more of a slap against him, the assumption that he would enter a relationship he really didn’t want to just because others did. Denki never does anything he doesn’t want, especially not on the word of others. 

But the one thing she has right...is that Denki doesn’t really flirt with Katsuki, not in public at least. 

It wasn’t a conscious decision on his part, honestly. He just had, well..he kind of assumed Katsuki wouldn’t like that sort of thing. The blond gets antsy about PDA and being touched, so Denki figured flirting fell into that category. And he just never paid attention to who he flirted with.

Sitting at his agency desk, watching the failed interview, Denki can’t help and bite his lip. Maybe he should have been paying more attention though. 

~

Denki, Katsuki, and Eijirou are out on patrol when Eijirou goes to get them something to drink, leaving Denki and Katsuki to talk amongst themselves. 

Denki notices a piece of fluff that has stuck to Katsuki’s eye mask. He reaches forward, plucking it off, and he looks into Katsuki’s startled red eyes. And then, he leans forward, a slight smirk on his face. “I wouldn’t want anything distracting from how good you look.” 

Katsuki’s face goes bright red. With how long they’ve known each other, seeing how easy it is for Katsuki to get embarrassed isn’t unusual. It still makes Denki giddy to see, though. 

Katsuki pushes his face away and calls him “Stupid” but...that’s it. He doesn’t blow up, he isn’t actually angry, and Denki thinks. Huh. 

~

They’re at a press release for Mezo’s body positivity image line, Denki dragging Katsuki around so he doesn’t stay to the side like the awkward wallflower he is. Denki never minds because Katsuki is fun, when they can get him to loosen up, usually by daring each other to do stupid stuff. 

It helps that while Denki likes to drink a lot ( a lot ), Katsuki doesn’t really enjoy it, so he babysits Denki as much as Denki babysits him. He also keeps Denki from drinking himself to death. 

“Yeah, that’s enough,” Katsuki plucks the cup out of Denki’s hand when the blond starts to stumble a bit. 

“Awww, Kat, come on,” Denki pleads as he leans into Katsuki. 

“Nope,” Katsuki says. He waves down a passing waitress and asks for a cup of water. 

Denki hasn’t stopped hanging off him. He grins at Katsuki, a bit wobbly. 

Katsuki gives him a flat look, but even a bit drunk, Denki can see that there’s a slight twitch to his lips.  It just makes Denki’s smile widen. 

Katsuki looks away. “What are you staring at, Dunce Face?” 

“You.” 

“What? Why?” 

“Because you’re cute,” Denki says. 

Katsuki’s ears go pink. “You’re drunk.” 

Denki seems to pause to think about it. “Maybe,” he finally concedes. “That doesn’t change the fact that you’re cute.” 

“Whatever, let’s get you some water.” 

“No, no Blasty,” Denki says, clinging tighter to him as Katsuki pulls him along. “You have to believe me, you’re adorable.” 

Katsuki turns to give him a stern look, lessen by the fact that his face is a bright red. “Denki Kaminari, I am a war machine. Every single inch of me has been crafted in order to be the perfect weapon in order to take down villains. My nickname was and still is the Beast. I have more scars than I can count from my battles. I am not cute and/or adorable.” 

Denki blinks at him. And then he boops Katsuki on the nose. “Adooorrraabbllle.” 

Katsuki huffs out a grumble as he continues to drag Denki towards the refreshments. 

~

There are times when original “gangs”, friendships formed during high school and before romantic emotions got in the way, go out by themselves for date night. The affectionately named Dekusquad and Bakusquad were one example of such groups.

It’s a Bakusquad date night and Katsuki is sitting by himself at their table. 

The club isn’t Katsuki’s scene but Denki knows that the man is here for them. Denki, Mina, and Eijirou love to go clubbing. Hanta just likes to dance, grinding along their body and pressing them closer to draw them into a messy kiss. 

Katsuki, most of the time, ends up at the table, watching over them like their own personal guardian angel. 

But when Denki looks over again, Katsuki isn’t alone at the table. 

A young woman is leaning over the table, pouty lips pursed, shirt hanging low over her chest. Katsuki isn’t even glancing at her, just drinking out of his cup. When Denki comes closer, he hears the woman asking if she can buy Katsuki another drink and Denki enjoys the look of surprise that comes over her face when Katsuki just grunts that it’s soda. 

Denki is feeling bold, by the drinks, by the atmosphere, by the fact that Katsuki has been very receptive to his flirting so far. So he strolls up to the table and takes a seat next to him, leaning close to drape an arm over his shoulder. 

Katsuki stills underneath him and the girl glares. But before she can open her mouth, Denki is leaning in close to Katsuki, lips nearly pressing against Katsuki’s cheek, as he purrs to him. “Hey, Katsuki, won’t you dance with us?” 

Denki can practically feel the heat coming off him. “You know I don’t dance,” Katsuki says. 

“Not even with me?” Denki asks, scooting closer. He gives the woman a disdainful look before turning his attention fully back to Katsuki. She’ll get the hint, eventually. “Come on, baby, you know I can show you a good time.” 

A finger traces over the skin on the back of Katsuki’s neck, enjoying the shiver he gets. He leans directly into Katsuki’s ear, seconds away from just biting it like he knows Katsuki likes. “You’ll enjoy yourself. You know I always deliver on my promises.” 

The red has spread down Katsuki’s neck and Denki would bet that it reaches all the way down his chest.

The girl huffs, walking away, off to find new prey. Denki honestly doesn’t care, too busy trying to press himself as close to Katsuki as he can without actually climbing into his lap. 

By the time the rest of the gang has wandered back, Katsuki is a broken red mess of a hero, stuttering his way through sentences after Denki spent the last thirty minutes whispering every dirty thing he can think of into his ear. 

The date is moved back home pretty quickly after that. 

They can never resist a blushing Katsuki.

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Ejirou Kirishima knows that his date mates are hot. 

Like super hot. 

Like burning up hot. 

He knows if anyone else would hear him say that, they would snort at him. Tell him that of course, he thinks that, they’re his partners. If they were bitter about just how hot his partners are, they might tell him that he’s being conceited. 

But to Eijirou, it’s just the plain truth. It’s no secret that their class had been watched by the media ever since their first year, defeating whatever challenge had come their way. So being put in the news was nothing new. 

As they grew older though, the news changed from what their potential could be to what they will do now . And as they matured, they caught the attention of those more focused on the shallow bits. 

They were brought on to talk shows to discuss skincare routines or model clothes they had designed. Lists were constantly drawn up about who was the hottest or who was the most popular with such and such group. They had many, many, many fans throwing themselves at the group-

Eijirou growls at just the thought. Because that was the problem. 

They were hot and they all knew it. 

And so did everyone else.  

It had surprised Eijirou just how possessive he was, he hadn’t thought he would be that type of person. 

And then someone had pinned Mina to a wall, desperately trying to flirt with her while Mina had looked on disinterested. Rage and jealousy had flared, hot and bright within him, and Eijirou had stomped over, setting himself in front of Mina, glaring at the person as he basically covered her. 

They had quickly backed off, most people intimidated by his size and teeth, and Mina had thanked him in a...very Mina way. 

After that, protecting his date mates from outside advances kind of became his job. 

Eijirou didn’t mind, mostly. He was always willing to come to their aid and truthfully, it settled something very primal in him in order to publicly claim them as his . 

The wrench comes when one of his partners doesn’t know that they are getting hit on. Especially when one of them is known to blow up when he thinks that his partners are trying to help him, even for something he clearly needs help with. 

...basically, Katsuki was an oblivious idiot who refused to accept the fact that the public (and annoyingly enough, other heroes) wanted a piece of him. 

So throwing an arm over his shoulder or wrapping an arm around his waist or inserting his presence into Katsuki’s space to scare the would-be admire away is met by grouching from Katsuki himself, who takes Eijirou’s motives the wrong way. 

Eijirou doesn’t mind, he’s well used to Katsuki’s antics and all the yelling tends to run the admirer off anyways. 

The problem is that it doesn’t always work. 

Katsuki has a habit of attracting strong bull-headed people. The kind of people that don’t get scared by his snarls and his abrasive attitude. The kind of people that look at that as a challenge . 

Which means, when Eijirou comes to run them off, they aren’t afraid to stare him down. Tell him to force them to go. These people don’t care that Katsuki is taken, only that they might get to fulfill whatever fantasy it is that they want. 

And that, the fact that Eijirou knows that they don’t care for Katsuki in the way the rest of them do, is what makes Eijirou seethe more than anything. 

It had caused some early fights between the two of them (and any other partner that had stepped in) but Eijirou likes to think they found a nice way to compromise. 

~

Smoke and ash curl in the sky and Katsuki stands in the rubble, looking like a fucking god, painted in the light of a golden sun and the fires that are lit behind him. 

Sometimes, when Eijirou sees Katsuki like this, he just wants to bend the other over and show just how devoted to this explosive blond he is. 

Unfortunately for Eijirou, he’s not the only one. A few heroes (newer to the Pro Heroe scene if he remembers correctly) have glided towards Katsuki. Even though they look like they’re just talking, Eijirou can see the way they sway their hips or how they try to put their hands on Katsuki or how they lean in close to get him to stare down into their chest area. 

Ejirou growls at that and decides that’s enough. He marches over, putting on his brightest smile and muscles in between everyone. “Great work, Kat,” he says while throwing an arm over Katsuki’s shoulder. 

Coincidentally pulling Katsuki’s strap to the side and revealing the large bite mark there. 

He sees the Heroes staring, and he fights to keep his smug grin down. 

~

Eijirou has always been a bitey sort of person. Even as a child, before his quirk sharpened his teeth, he had a fascination with biting everything he could get his hands on. 

As he grew, the urge to bite did too. And as he began to date, the urge to bite turned towards the more adult side. 

Some of his partners couldn’t handle it. Mezo, Momo, and Shoto didn’t particularly like him bringing his urges into the bedroom. 

Others like Izuku, Ochako, and Mina loved to indulge with him. 

But it’s Katsuki that he really lets himself go with. 

Katsuki, even if the other won’t admit it, loves to be bitten. Eijirou doesn’t need words, just the arch of a back and dilating eyes. So Eijirou bites him, as much as he can. Around his nipples and on each shoulder, down his stomach and on the meaty part of his thighs. 

It doesn’t even have to be in the bed. Katsuki could be cooking and Eijirou will just walk in, wrap his arms around Katsuki’s waist and start gnawing on his shoulder. 

Katsuki has never said a word so he assumes Katsuki doesn’t mind. The others had found it a bit weird at first, walking in to stop and stare at them or jokingly call Eijirou a dog and Katsuki his chew toy. 

Both just waved it off, they just went one as if it was normal. 

Which is why Katsuki never picks up on Eijirou’s other motives for suddenly placing the bites in easily seen places. Or at least in places that Eijirou could easily reveal. 

~

They’re out for drinks, Mina, Ochako, Kyouka, Eijirou and Katsuki, when an older man walks up to them. He gives them all a friendly grin and then tells them that as thanks for all the work they do, he’ll pay for the next round. 

While winking at Katsuki. 

Eijirou has to silently fume because the man is buying them a round and he doesn’t want to seem ungrateful. So instead, he smiles, says thanks and tells Katsuki that he should go help carry them. Katsuki grumbles a bit but agrees as it had been his turn to get them a round anyways. 

And when he stands, Eijirou “accidentally” flips Katsuki’s shirt up enough to show his abs, which the man’s eyes drift to. 

As well as the four large bite marks placed there. 

The man’s eyes widen, darting around. The others are too busy talking among themselves. But Eijirou isn’t. Eijirou meets his eyes. 

And he grins. Showing off his very sharp teeth. Teeth that match that of the bite marks. 

The man’s face turns very red. 

Katsuki follows him to the bar, but returns by himself. 

“Where did the fan go?” Eijirou asks, hoping that his smugness doesn’t come through his voice. 

Katsuki shrugs. “Said he got a text and needed to go. Which, who cares. Free drinks, right?” 

“Right.” 

~

“Fuck,” Katsuki curses. 

Eijirou doesn’t tell him to watch his language, his mouth too full of skin as he bites down. Hard. 

Katsuki is pressed against a building, his dress shirt pulled off the shoulder to allow Eijirou to mark up the skin there. Eijirou doesn’t care that they’re at some rich man’s house, that they’re supposed to be entertaining people, doesn’t care that they’re in expensive clothes. 

All he cares about is that Katsuki has looked like a snack since he first stepped out of his room and that everyone downstairs have been eyeing him because they know it too. 

Katsuki trembles as Eijirou finally lets go, kissing his way to Katsuki’s other shoulder. 

Then he bites down again. 

He’s pretty sure his hands-on Katsuki’s waist is the only thing keeping him upright. Again, Eijirou lets go and kisses his way to a new spot. 

He continues to do so several more times, getting Katsuki marked up as much as possible. When he finally pulls back, it’s to stare into Katsuki’s pretty teary eyes. His eyes drift down to the way Katsuki’s lips wobble. He doesn’t resist, leans down to give those plush lips a slow kiss, taking his time. 

It takes Katsuki a moment, but then he’s kissing back. 

Eventually, they pull apart. Katsuki finally seems to get his bearings back as he tries to reset his clothes. Eijirou keeps how please he is at getting the always cool and put together Katsuki Bakugou out of sorts but judging by the light kick Katsuki gives him, he doesn’t isn’t doing it as well as he thought. 

Not that Eijirou cares. Let the world see how much they are tangled up together. 

Sticking his arm out, eyes glittering, he offers Katsuki a sharp tooth smile. “Shall we head inside?” 

Katsuki huffs, but Eijirou sees the way a smile slips onto his lips. “Yeah, whatever. You owe me some food.” 

“Of course, Katsuki.” 

If Katsuki doesn’t notice the bite marks high on his neck, then Eijirou surely isn’t going to tell him.