"𝐎𝐡, 𝐰𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲." ... "𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞." ✩ - 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Sero Hanta and L/n Y/n are each others hallway crush. ✩ she/her (afab) bnha fic

(Kirishima Eijiro x Reader x Bakugo Katsuki.) Poly! -BOOK TWO of the Lush Life series! *Please point out grammar errors, English isn't my first language. • "This shitty-ass hunter better be worth all of this bullshit." Bakugo grunts, letting the red head lean his weight onto his side while dragging the winged man off into the forest. The Dragon draws in a harsh intake of air "Trust me, I think she will be." He huffs, letting a sharp-toothed grin spread across his grimacing features. The blood continued to drip from his nails, leaving a scent that led far off into the woods and belonged to the very Hunter that had just saved his life. • • "The Hunter." was the title townsfolk had named their masked helper-a hooded figure that bore the ability to step in and out of the forbidden woods alive. And the name (Y/n) had come to recognize as hers. Silent and concealed, hiding her identity and ducking away when others curiosity's begin to peak through. Helping starving people was all she had intended to do and if it meant she had to deliver her catches with a hood over her head to conceal her face-she didn't mind. But after delivering another successful hunt through the woods where even the sun doesn't dare glimpse, names are nailed to the bounty boards and she is surprised to see her cover name now planted throughout villages. A high ransom had tied itself to her and now the hunter is slowly becoming the hunted as many people seek for the reward sewn onto her cloaked figure. One day after a swift encounter in the woods left her bleeding, two assumed 'Bounty Hunters' step into the tavern and when a questioning glance connects with two sets of crimson eyes. (Y/n) had seen them. And they saw her too. • • • Bnha fantasy au. Warning: Mentions of violence, nudity, detailed gore and swearing (only for the first few chapters because it's Katsuki Bakugo, he eases up after a while.) Forced proximity, tension, FLUFF, and slow burn. NO ART IS MINE