Bakugou dragged his eyes over the broad expanse of Kirishima's bare skin. There were so many scars, his body a canvas of his duty. Bakugou hated that he didn't know how each scar had been earned. He knew his own body likely looked the same to Kirishima; familiar, yet entirely new. The way Kirishima gently traced a raised line over Bakugou's side made him think he might have had the same thought. This is the extended version of my piece for the Poprocks Zine. The art accompaniment to my fic is by the incredibly talented Roz. Find their work on twitter @ Mphtaroz

Bakugo is known as a heart breaker play boy, every few weeks he would walk around with a new chick by his side and they were lucky if they lasted a week. None of them actually loved bakugo for who he is but instead loved his looks and body. Oh and the reputation he holds in school. Bakugos band was slowly falling apart until a certain creative greenete boy joined their school. Adorable fucker made Bakugo feel things he never has before... And izuku was easily swept away by Bakugos charm. "The curious green eyes mixed with the ruby red of his"