"He's pretty."
As those words, Kacchan whirls around and sends his rogue daggers.
Not actual and literal ones, his rogue can barely properly use his Quirk, what good would a knife do?
"I'm sorry, what ?" Kacchan sneers.
Kacchan sees red.
Not because his rogue's hair and eyes are red.
Kacchan knows that's not the real reason why he's seeing violent hues.
"That man from two days ago." His rogue repeats.
Drooling.
"He's pretty."
"He's a Quirkless loser, Kirishima," Kacchan snarls, "Do you even hear yourself?"
Kirishima's Quirk activates in self-defense, and Kacchan's blood boils.
"You're just demanding to get fucked, aren't you...?" Kacchan whispers.
Kirishima's silent, likely pouring all of his faggoty desires into his Quirk.
Sparks manifest in Kacchan's palms.
"THEN TAKE IT LIKE A GOOD GIRL!"
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"Shoto, you... can let go of me now."
"Hnnnngn."
"I'll be late for work!" Izuku insists as they stand in the doorway, Shoto holding the green-haired man from behind, "and so will you."
"Let's not go to work today," Shoto mumbles.
"Shoto!"
"Hnnngn."
"You're acting totally weird. Note to self, schedule in a doctor's appointment. You're probably sick."
"I am sick, Izuuuku~" Shoto whines, "All I ever have to do is share you with the students at your college, and it's not fair."
Izuku furrows his brow. "What are you trying to say?"
"Let's call in sick today. Let's spend the whole day healing each other."
"Is that what a Hero would do?" Izuku asks.
"Well, I'm the one who's actually a Hero, so..."
Izuku whines. "Shotooooo..."
Shoto pulls Izuku back into the house, unable to control himself.
He's sick, and only Izuku can heal him.
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F-fuck...
Bakugo's Quirk f-feels so g-good...
"YOU SICK FREAK!" Kacchan roars as he sits atop Kirishima, lighting explosion after explosion onto Kirishima's rocky skin, his shitty Quirk.
Relishing in watching the skin crack, relishing in watching the Quirk grow weaker with each passing day.
"DIE!"
Kirishima groans, and Kacchan keens.
Fuck, the sick freak's power keeps getting stronger with each passing day, and even though Kacchan pours his mounting frustration into each spark, each blow, the sick freak only takes it as a sign to act like a bigger freak.
Kacchan sobs.
"So pretty," Kirishima mumbles, "That man is so pretty..."
Kacchan screeches.
It's like whatever Kacchan does, whether it's rob a bank, burn a school, or kill a person, it doesn't. Fucking. Change a thing.
"F-feels so g-good..." Kirishima mumbles, "M-more..."
"M-more..."
Kacchan sneers, knowing Kirishima's at his limit.
But Kacchan's merciless.
He summons the galaxy in his palm with his next strike, and burns it into Kirishima's shitty little rocky head.
Kirishima keens.
"K—Kacchan...!"
"Yeah, take it, slut...!"
"Kaaaacchan....!"
"If it hurts so much then do something about it, extra...!"
Kirishima snarls, showing his teeth.
"Hnnnngn..."
"Swallow it all up...!"
"Hnnngn...! Kaaaachannnnn....!" Kirishima wails.
"Take it...!"
"Hnnnnnnnnnngnnnnn....!"
"KIRISHIMA!" Kacchan hollers, and Kirishima's eyes roll back in his head.
And his skin starts to crack.
Kacchan smirks, satisfied at the damage he's done for today.
"Good girl," Kacchan whispers, and gets up from Kirishima's withering form.
_"Crack for me, and only me."_
"So pretty," Kirishima drools, "He was such a pretty man."
"They all are, Kirishima."
"Not him, Kacchan. He was pretty. So, so pretty." Kirishima says numbly.
"And you're gonna ruin yourself for him? Huh? Are you, Kirishima?!?"
"Hnnngnnn...!" Kirishima's Quirk tries to manifest, but his shell is broken, it won't repair for at least another couple days.
Or until he stops lusting after a worthless extra.
"Remember what they are, and remember what you are, Kirishima," Kacchan says.
"I'm only human, Kacchan...!"
"You're a fucking faggot, is what you are."
Kirishima keens, sounding like some exotic creature from another world.
Kacchan smirks.
Too bad he's human.
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"So soft... your skin is so soft, Midoriya..."
Izuku's gaze softens as his fiancé spoons his naked form from behind.
"It's been years since you called me that."
"Midoriya..." Shoto repeats hazily, and Izuku plants a kiss on his lover's mouth.
"I love you too, Shoto."
"Say my name again..." Shoto whispers into Izuku's ear, "Please.."
Izuku responds with a kiss, as delicate as can be.
Shoto shudders.
"Midoriya..." Shoto moans, "Holding you like this feels so good," and grinds his hips against Izuku.
"I never wanna let go."
Izuku responds with another delicate kiss, and Shoto responds in earnest, hungrily savoring Izuku's tongue against his own.
"Midoriya..." Shoto moans, grinding his length against Izuku, "Hnnnn...."
"So perfect..." Shoto sobs.
"You're so perfect, Izuku..."
Izuku kisses him deeper this time around, and Shoto melts, he dissolves.
"I love you too, Shoto."
