Katsuki plucks the glass from the stranger's hand and drinks it down, wrinkling his nose at the harsh burn. "Fuckin' whiskey? You didn't even get the good shit." He says with a snort, tossing the glass somewhere on the other end of the sofa. The man cocks his head to the side, either incredibly amused or bordering disinterested. "While Balvenie is quite an aquired taste, I can assure you it is, to borrow from you, the good shit." The man says, leaning back into the sofa while an arm snakes around Katsuki's slim figure to grip his thigh with callous hands. "Yeah? It tastes like spicy dishwater." "It's 50 year old single malt scotch whiskey. Someone with a simple pallette wouldn't appreciate it." "Did you just call me uncultured?" "I'm saying that you don't look like you're old enough to even know what good whiskey is." Or, Katsuki's about to give Sandra Bullock a run for her money.

"Happy birthday, sweetheart." Nineteen. Katsuki counts nineteen candles. His body no longer does his bidding, heavy with fatigue and the pain in his joints. His eyes flicker from the cake---chocolate, like always---to look Brother in the eyes but even his presence there feels lukewarm. Brother looks like he's in pain, but it's a bit hard to tell in the pale glow of the moonlight. "D-Do you think...that a rose bush is gonna grow out of me?" He croaks, voice rough and gravelly. Brother doesn't seem to understand so he laughs, though it doesn't sound very happy to Katsuki's ears. "Why would a rose bush grow out of you, little brother?" Katsuki's throat hurts so bad, it feels like he's swallowed sandpaper. It's dry and scratchy and almost makes it hard to breathe. It takes him a moment before he's able to find his voice again. "Tomura...I want to go to the better place, please." ------------------------------------------- This is a DabiBaku omegaverse fic! That's it. That's the only context you get lol. Please read the note at the beginning of the prologue! Thank you. oh and BIG angst/trigger warning for mentions of death & suicidal tendencies. Proceed with caution.

This is the smuttiest smut that ever smutted so please be warned, if a Bakusquad orgy is not what you want to read, stop right here. What happens when the weather prevents housemates from going on an annual hiking trip? They play strip poker mixed in with a little truth or dare of course. And things get very out of hand. Thank you to @yotokamita for the title and @Felly-Chan for the amazing cover! All characters are 18+ 2019 BNHA Awards 2nd Best Short Story 3rd Best Lemon/Smut

Tenya isn't sure of what part of his situation leaves him with a thumping heart and a dry mouth. This isn't his first time laying eyes on Katsuki Bakugou by a long shot. In fact, he's been looking at him almost every single day for several semesters now---sometimes with eyes much too inappropriate to be becoming of a future hero. It could be the oddly shocking new knowledge that the explosive teen is working a part-time at some no-name diner against the rules of U.A's hero course. But he's willing to bet it's everything to do with that skimpy little uniform he's wearing. or, Iida pines over our favorite blasty boy and is actually really bad at taking hints.