My Hero Academia x Readers

Hell Hound: Bakugou/Class 1. A Oneshot

Requested by Guinevereii who won first place in my most recent writing contest.

In the dead of night, one boy with feiry red hair casually strolled on up to the campus of UA High. He was exhausted after a long day of helping the public from small dangers. His eyes were burning like fire, eyelids hung to a near close like plastic shudder blinds to a window sill. His name is Kirishima, Eijiro Kirishima, and he can't wait to hit the sack. Unfortunately, he still has one other task to solve before his bed can even expect a visit.

Luckily, Kirishima's bedroom was right next to his best friend's. He began to shuffle around with his baggy jacket all to lie a hand upon the wooden face of the door.

Knock Knock Knock!

"B-Bakugou... Hey Bakugou," Kirishima began to whisper through the bedroom door in hope that his friend would hear. As much as he'd love to barge in and yell out from the top of his lungs, it was well past midnight since his internship ran on a little longer than expected. One minute in counting, when no answer came, Kirishima's fist found the door once more.

Knock Knock Knock!

"Baku-Bro I need you! It's important," the red head's voice raised a few octaves but still neither a shuffle nor voice could be heard from within. A bead of nervous sweat began to form upon Kirishima's forehead. "Ah man... I really need you-" the boy experimentally turned the doorknob to learn that it was in fact unlocked. The door was practically begging to be opened because it slowly inched wider and wider on it's very own. Kirishima peered over to his left, then to the right and back again before bolting into the dorm room with a crashing door behind him that shook the entire dormitory like thunder.

The crash had shook the grumpy blonde into an awakening, "god damn it..." Bakugou hissed with a vein to pulse just above his eyebrow. "Shitty Hair why the fuck are you in here?" And Bakugou hadn't even opened his eyes yet. Its became a regular occurrance for midnight interruptions.

"Look Baku-Bro I can explain," Kirishima reassured with hands holding his stomach with care.

The searing gaze of Bakugou's crimson orbs found the green glow of the numbers to the alarm clock. "Explain what? Who barges into someone's room at two in the fucking-" a high pitched whimper pierced through the tension. But where did it come from? Clearly both boys had heard it but each one had polar opposite reactions. One confused Bakugou, and a Kirishima who was forcing himself to look the opposite direction as if he was trying to act like he never heard it in the first place.

"Shitty Hair..." Bakugou tried to keep his calm and breathed in deeply. He just wants to get back to sleep as soon as possible. "What's in your coat? Cause we all know you aren't fat," Bakugou had caught onto the fact that Kirishima's zipped up jacket was unusually puffy like a pillow particularly in the stomach region. It's not like the jacket was a hoodie or one of the winter variety. It's a regular altheltic jacket with light breathable material. It doesn't help that not once since entering has Kirishima's hands left his lower stomach. He's hiding something within that jacket of his no doubt.

Kirishima began to sweat once again. "Okay... You can't get mad at me cause I really need your help." Kirishima fumbled with the black zipper. He unzipped his coat only half way before and a fluffy little creature's head popped out from beneath. It had radiant brown eyes, a wet black nose, long floppy ears and wavy caramel furr. It was a dog, a dog that desperately needed a grooming.

"Get out," Bakugou didn't hesitate to speak.

"He needs you!" Kirishima took the puppy out from the warmth with care and sat him atop the bed at Bakugou's feet. The fluffy being scurried and scaled the mountain of covers all to reach the sanctuary of Bakugou's arms.