#krbk ao3

[real-life-cloud]

he is . pokeable. squeezable ...

#krbk #kiribaku #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #bnha #mha #the sky draws #this is loosely based off of a thread by constellationkiri #its on ao3 as well its claled #you like me i think? #[im not unsure of the title. 'i think' is in the title;;]

[kozidraws]

Bakugo hates crowds.

He also hates malls.

Yet where does he find himself at 4pm on a Friday afternoon?

At a crowded fucking mall, no thanks to Kirishima.

Kirishima had begged Bakugo for hours the day before to go with him to check out a pop culture store because he heard rumours that there were Nendoroid figurines of their class and class B.

Bakugo very much not wanting to go, points out that they’re going to be shitty knock offs since none of them have signed any merchandise contracts yet. Logical argument, an easy victory for him.

But Kirishima’s counterpoint?

Pouting and bringing out the puppy dog eyes.

Fucking cheater.

He hates when Kirishima does that. (No, he doesn’t).

So now Bakugo finds himself in an extremely cluttered store, Kirishima’s arm wrapped around his shoulders and directing them between rows and rows of ‘official hero merch TM.’

Bakugo lifts a hand to double check that his face mask and beanie are still secure while Kirishima ushers him along. He wouldn’t be caught dead buying any of this junk, all his All Might figures are 100% authentic, thank you very much.

Kirishima on the other hand, looks like a kid in a candy store, ‘ohhing’ it and ‘ahhing’ at any figure that looks super manly.

That’s one word for them…

Bakugo spots a Best Jeanist figure that makes the fibre hero look like a blue giraffe and can’t help but bark out a laugh.

When they finally get to the rumoured Nendoroid section Kirishima slips his arm of Bakugo and practically lunges towards the shelves, instantly grabbing figures of the ‘Bakusquad’ (their words- not his), then practically shoves the boxes in Bakugo’s face.

Blobs of yellow, pink and black so close to Bakugo’s eyes he goes slightly cross eyed before huffing and softly swatting Kirishima’s hand away, “Again Kirishima, they’re just knockoffs.”

Kirishima dramatically gasps in mock offence, cradling their friends and leaning away as if to shield them, “but they’re real to me!”

Bakugo crosses his arms and scoffs, “You’re such a dork.”

Kirishima shifts the figures into the crook of his elbow as he keeps browsing the shelves, inspecting a Uravity figurine before placing it back on the shelf. “Perhaps. They may be knockoffs, but it’s the fist time I’ve seen us as merch! I want to keep them as a memento before we go pro and get licensed and all that jazz.”

“Sap.”

Kirishima grins in response, then turns his head towards the store clerk, “Hey man, do you have any Dynamight ones?”

Bakugo can’t help the instant blush that spreads across his face, he feels so flustered that the clerk is going to recognise who he is he snatches Kirishima’s sleeve, trying to yank him towards the exit but Kirishima doesn’t budge, the jerk. Giving up, Bakugo quickly hikes his face mask higher up and tugs his beanie down to hide more of his hair.

The shopkeeper shakes his head as he’s stocking the shelves, “Out of stock kid, Dynamight is always the first one to go. Will probably get a restock in a week or so if you want to come back then.”

“Aww, that’s a shame,” Kirishima pouts. He’s clearly disappointed (and Bakugo tries not to read into /that/) before the redhead perks back up with a smirk, leaning against him to whisper “Look at you Mr Popular, already number one. But that’s okay, I’m willing to wait for you.”

Bakugo elbows him in response, tempted to headlock his best friend in public but the wary glare the clerk sends his way stops him. Looking back to the figures he spots a Red Riot looking up at him from the bottom shelf and snatches it up. Now it was his turn to shove a figure into Kirishima’s face, “You forgot someone.”

Kirishima’s eyes flicker down and then away, not as enthused as he was before. “Nah don’t need one of me, I just wanted y- the squad!”

“Which includes you-”

“I only have enough money for these.”

Bakugo pauses, feeling defensive on the redhead’s behalf, because Kirishima was always dismissive of things that represented himself. He knew Kirishima could feel Bakugo eyes staring hard at him, but he pretends to look busy while he shuffles the figures in his arms.

Two can play that game.

Bakugo leans against the shelves and shrugs, “Fine, let’s go so you can buy our pack of nerds,” He watches Kirishima’s shoulders ease in relief of the conversation drop before Bakugo holds up the Red Riot box in his own hand and adds, “But I’m taking Red Riot home with me.”

It was worth it watching Kirishima choke on air, cheeks darkening by the second. Now it was the redhead’s turn to try and snatch the figure out of Bakugo’s hand, whining that it’s not worth it, but the blond skilfully dodges him. He struts up to the counter first to drop more yen than what was needed, telling the clerk to keep the change before speed-walking out, leaving Kirishima to fumble with his figurines and wallet to pay.

When Kirishima finally catches up he lightly whacks Bakugo’s leg with the bag. He lets out an exasperated sigh, but Bakugo can see the small blush that stains his cheeks, “You’re a real gremlin when you want to be.”

Bakugo smirks, bumping his shoulder into him in retaliation, “And don’t you forget it.”

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TBC

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Also on ao3!

#kiribaku #kirishima #bakugou #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #krbk fanfic #kozi writes #my hero academia #krbk #someone help me come up with a title for this so I can post it onto ao3 #please

[denkisauce]

very excited to finally share my arts from the 2 am project <33 thank you @unbreakable-red-riot for the opportunity to be part of one of the most fun projects ive ever been a part of!!

#the updated fic is being posted to ao3 you should check it outtttt #oh my god and if you havent read 2 am ever read it nowwww #iconic fic. defined the genre. stunning #fr tho this project was so fun 🥺🥺🥺 #discord drawing seshes >>>>>🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼 #kiribaku #krbk #2 am knows all secrets #2 am #my arts #my stuff

[animlcrisscross]

midafternoon first kisses

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[scarlet-traveler]

If you asked anybody who knew Bakugou Katsuki, they would say with absolute confidence that he hated the rain.

They would say that he hated how cold it made him feel. They’d comment on how he disliked how it diluted his sweat when his hands got wet, making his quirk less effective. A few that were particularly close to him would even say that Bakugou thinks the rain is a mood-killer for the day, that your to-do list would be a lot more enjoyable if dreary, overcast skies didn’t hang over your head.

Nobody took that last point to heart; Bakugou wasn’t exactly the sappy, poetic type.

But they were all true. Rain was inefficient in Bakugou’s eyes. It was depressing, gross, annoying. He hated it with every fiber of his being.

Or at least, he did.

Before when he thought of rain, he thought of the miserable day ahead.

Now he thinks of hot chocolate with a dash of cinnamon and a warmed blanket waiting for him after he has to trudge through a downpour.

He thinks of warm, calloused hands pulling him from his shelter from the storm, grip wet but tight, the concrete slick under their feet but the arm around his waist steady, and he hears the laughter that bubbles out of his throat as they twirl, which matches the laughter oh so close to him, breathing life into him like his own personal ball of sunshine.

He thinks of clouds parting as the last few drops fall from the sky, the sun’s rays shining through the tiny droplets and casting a vibrant rainbow across the horizon. He thinks of a wide, sharp-toothed smile, red eyes glimmering equally from the gaps of sunshine and awe as they take in the view, and Bakugou wishes he felt the same, he really did, but the sight before him is even more striking than anything nature could ever create.

If you asked anybody who knew Bakugou Katsuki, they would say with absolute confidence that he hated the rain.

If you asked Bakugou Katsuki, he would say that rain was his absolute favorite thing in the world.

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Fic written for @krbkevents KRBK Month 2023 Day 2: Rain! Also on AO3!

#mha #kiribaku #krbk #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #mha fanfiction #krbk month 2023 #krbk events #rain #fanfic #traveler writes #decided to post the fic here as well this year instead of leaving ao3 links #wanna be a little more active here with my writing so this is a start! #hope y'all enjoy :D

[bkdk-fan4ever]

KrBk | Class 1A Shenanigans | Sick!Bakugou Katsuki | Bakugou Katsuki Is A Good Friend |

Bakugou Cares by BlowingYourMind

Bakugou shows that he cares through action rather than words, the class picks this up when he mother hens each of them viciously.

Or

Every time Bakugou helps a classmate and one time they all help him.

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[yoonkles]

you stopped by my house the night you escaped ♡ krbk

author: cheonsapp (ao3) / yoonkles (tumblr)

description: Bakugou gets hurt and his legs instinctively take him to the one place he's ever felt safe- Kirishima. If only he could stay longer.

warnings: abuse, blood, injury, dissociation, etc.

author’s notes: originally posted on ao3, here.

Red. Red and- and subtle pink and darkness, and dizziness and spots and-

Pain. So much pain. It ached and pulsed and shivered in his body and his limbs and his teeth. Everything was sore and his muscles were tense and his eyes couldn't focus. And- there was yelling. Screaming. A piercing voice that had so much venom laced in it that even exhausted beyond relief, he flinched. It was muffled and none of what was spoke quite made sense. It was all gibberish that went in one ear and gotten mixed in translation before being knocked out of the other ear.

Bakugou didn't know what was going on or where he was or who was screaming, but he knew he wasn't safe. At the very core of his muddled senses, he knew that. The warning alarms blared in his mind too loud to ignore. It was as if a tsunami was impending and the emergency alert had been going off for far too long, and now the wave was in sight and the only thing left to do was drop to your knees and pray to whatever deity you hoped was listening. And he was the one standing on that familiar, too-dry shore.

Drowning. He was going to drown. If he didn't get it together, pull himself back from whatever had happened like what was expected of a hero, and fight back or escape or do whatever he needed to do to get rid of this feeling of anxiety hanging over him- he was going to get swept up by the wave and drown.

The screeching was getting louder- or closer? Some words began to break through the thick fog of pain. Bits and pieces and sometimes just syllables, but the instinctive part of Bakugou that had been in one too many run-ins with villains filed away and analyzed every word he could gather. Anything to gain leverage on the situation- there was nothing more menacing than being in danger and in the dark about it.

"He- blood-" and "Stup- damn child!- can-" and "Hit him..- hard" and "Kat- Excuses...!". Wow. There was too much going on. So much being said and too much being unsaid. What was he doing again? Who was speaking? Warmth ran down Bakugou's forehead. It tickled. It felt wet. He scrunched his eyebrows from the sensation and another wave of pulsing pain ran through him, seizing up his muscles once again. Oh.

Head injury. He must have a head injury. That would explain the confusion. The wet warmth must have be blood. He was bleeding. And- he gathered up all of this information, the blood, the pain, the confusion- that meant he probably had a concussion. He should assess the damage- that's what he was taught, right? Assess the injuries of the civilian before proceeding with how to handle them. If their neck or spine seemed to be a part of the injury, they needed to be stabilized before anything else. If there was excessive bleeding, the cause should be pinpointed and treated. Move the civilian to a safe area and wait for medical personal to arrive to treat further. That- it made sense. He should assess the damage. Treat his injuries.

Bakugou tried moving his hand. He felt drunk and numb and couldn't exactly pinpoint where he was going, but after seconds of effort that made his chest burn, he felt his fingertips touch at his forehead. The first thing he noticed was the stickiness and the thickness of his own blood, and- and how didn't he notice the strong smell of rusted metal before? It was pungent and fresh and burned his nose. He travelled upward toward his hair line, feeling his caked up hair and tender scalp. It seemed to radiate all to one point toward the back of his head. Surprise attack, then? A villain who couldn't face him and cowardly waited until he had turned his back? Why couldn't he remember? Bakugou groaned, the frustration on becoming more and more cognizant but the being truth just out of reach piling on top of the persistent pain.

"Mitsuki, please stop! He's already soaking our carpet, this can wait until the morning."

Abruptly, a cold hand grips the neck of Bakugou's shirt and rips his subconscious from the tidal wave that was threatening to drown him. Oh. That was his father speaking.

The memories came rushing over him as soon as he heard his mother's name. It almost hurt, the way he jerks to recognition, eyes snapping open wide and adrenaline shooting through his veins.

Bakugou was home. He was at the bottom of his stairs. He had gotten back from late night practice. Too late, if he went by his mother's words as soon as he walked through the door. She was pissed, he was able to feel that as soon as he saw her tense form. Just looking for someone to take it out on. And that made Bakugou a prime target. He doesn't exactly remember the argument. But he remembers the hits and the hair pulling and the pushing, until he finally broke away and tried making a run for his room. He had almost made it, too. Until his mother was somehow there and screaming something and then he felt glass shattering over the back of his head. He must have fallen down the stairs after that and lost consciousness.

"No, Masaru! I'm too damn tired of this boy's disrespect! We give him everything and he can't even be bothered to fucking show up to dinner? If he needs respect beaten into him, I am well within my right to do that!" Mitsuki screeches once again and the words force Bakugou to come to a quick realization- he might be battered and bleeding, but that doesn't mean his +mother is done with him. She's never known restraint. Never been able to see when she's about to cross a line or go too far.

And Bakugou was a lot of things, but not an idiot- he knows his body can't take much more of this without lasting damage. He could barely think straight, let alone defend himself. How many more kicks to the ribs before his lungs were punctured? How many more hits to the head before he began to seize?

Would his mother even think to take him to the hospital, or would he be forced to lay there, coughing on his own blood and hoping he won't need to drop out of the hero course due to his injuries?

"Katsuki! Do you hear me? Do you still need the respect beaten into you, hm, brat?!"

There's something inside Bakugou in that moment that changes. A flip of a switch, two pieces clicking together, a quiet sense of calm- or maybe acceptance. His mother was coming toward him again. He could feel that. Feel the vibrations of her stomps down the stairs through the carpeted floorboards. His mother was coming toward him again- and it wasn't to calmly discuss the situation. She was coming to kick, bite, and scratch. There was a chill that seemed to reverberate through Bakugou's bones.

Time began to slow.

He could almost visualize his mother in that moment. The scowl on her perfectly pink lips, the disgusted scrunch of her nose. Her red eyes, so similar to her bastard son's, squinted and full of utter resentment. Her styled sweater and how it's arm sleeves were rolled up so Bakugou had less of a chance to pull her off balance by grabbing at her clothes. It was so... predictable. So terrifyingly familiar.

So he knew exactly what was coming next.

There was a thought that passed through his mind, then. I could run. It was just a moment. Just a small, desperate little plead to himself, a familiar lie that he's told himself every time his mother crossed another line. A lie he's never spent too much time dwelling on. But it caught on something- some nook or edge or crick in his head. I could run. I could leave. I could go somewhere safe. The chain began to loop, over and over and over until there was some foreign feeling building up in his chest. But where have I ever been safe? Where can I go where she won't follow me? Where can I go where she won't hurt somebody else?

Bakugou's head desperately races through the possibilities, anything, anywhere he can hide away at. UA? No, no, like hell they'll believe the boy that carries the title of 'Beast of Class 1-A' before his poor, victimized, crying mommy. Even with these damn wounds- all teachers were the same. Deku's? Fuck, why would he even consider that? Inko would kick him out on his ass for everything he's done to her son, hell might even call Mitsuki to collect him off her doorstep. She was always too polite to punish Bakugou herself.

Fuck, fuck. Where can I go? Where am I safe?

Nowhere. He was never safe- he has never been safe. He was born into a family of venom and that venom now runs through his veins. He is connected perpetually to this house, this life, chained down and no matter how much he struggles he is not safe. Bakugou's mind sifts through his memories. It all flashes before him. Trying to find some safe haven, some light to break through the storm clouds, some bolt cutters to snap the locks keeping him stuck.

But when he was four all he can remember is being screamed at for dropping a cup and spilling his milk.

Nine- losing a loose tooth from being slapped across the cheek.

Twelve- being slammed against a wall and choked until he saw stars.

And then he was fifteen and being strapped against a concrete slab, forced to accept a medal he didn't want. Not even months later, he was kidnapped.

There is no safety for him anymore, is there? No reprieve, nothing out there. He's ruined it all. His mother has ruined it, too. No place out there is good enough, not anymore. The panic inside of him feels all consuming, it overpowers the pain in his body completely. The realization this was going to be his life for years. Even when he moved out, she would always follow him, wouldn't she? Cursing him and bringing him down until he's nothing but her words, her reflection. It was too late for him, he knew that. Nowhere. He belonged nowhere. He was tainted. There wasn't anyone to, no one would,-... No one. A breath gets caught in Bakugou's throat.

No one. Person.

Oh. Kirishima.

The thought of the name twists Bakugou's insides. It almost discombobulates him, the stark difference between the terror and pain and loneliness he was just suffocating in, to the warmth of thinking about the redhaired boy. It wraps him in some weird blanket of... Secureness? Comfort? Trust? It was unfamiliar, new. But he knew why.

Kirishima was... different. He was this stupidly persistent ball of light and smiles and hair dye, and he somehow was able to worm his way past all of the walls Bakugou had built brick by brick. He listened to all the silent cues and never pushed boundaries and was so, so trusting. He had barely known Bakugou before he jumped into battle with him, fighting off villains back to back. All while taking stray explosions like a champ and keeping that dumb shark tooth smile on his face. Crying like a newborn baby as soon as Katsuki called him post-kidnapping. Cooking him his mother's soup recipe when Bakugou trained himself into quirk sickness.

He was... Kirishima was safe. Made Bakugou feel safe. And, wow, that was something, wasn't it? In his whole life, throughout all of his years, all of his experiences, this one stupid boy was the only person who has ever made him feel truly secure.

Bakugou could- he could make a life with that. Make sense of it, build with it. Run to it. (He wondered. Kirishima fretted over just a cold. What would it be like to be cared for so deeply, to have his wounds treated by soft hands, his blood wiped away with gentle touch?)

And blind hope, desire, it doesn't get anybody anywhere. Especially in hero work. Katsuki knew that.

However, neither does being beaten half an inch away from death in your own house.

Yet, before Bakugou could listen to the alarming pit in his stomach, there was a sudden rough kick to his chest. Freshly manicured toenails jab right into his ribs, knocking the breath from his lungs and leaving crescent shaped wounds. He lurches forward, almost curling in on himself, as a round of coughs and choked inhales burn in his throat. Spit dribbles past his lips, right onto the already blood stained eggshell white carpet. His mind buzzes.

"What? Did I beat the damn ears of your big head or something? You answer me when I'm speaking to you, I am your mother!" Mitsuki's voice was shrill and had the migraine in his head radiating down to his jaw. Her hand comes down and wraps around the hair near his scalp and she tugs.

Bakugou is forced upward from the ground, to his knees, then to his feet and- god, he doesn't even know how he's able to stand in that moment. The world is tilting on it's axis and won't stop spinning and he can no longer tell his left from his right. The corners of his vision blur together- brown and beige and grey and white all blending and mushing together. It's nauseating. The only reprieve from it all is the spots dancing in front of him, which distort the image of his fuming mother.

"Bakugou Katsuki, you better answer me this second or I swear to fucking god I will beat you unrecognizable." The grit in her tone is what wakes Bakugou up enough. Adrenaline, the fight-or-flight instinct hardwired into his brain, squeezes at his muscles and constricts his pupils. He needed to run.

He can't exactly describe the feeling that beats through his chest, or where it came from. Whether it was courage or blindness or concussion induced mania. But in that moment he didn't see his mother in front of him. He didn't see the blonde spiky hair or the ruby eyes or the pale skin that he inherited. He saw an enemy- a villain. A villain who needed to be defeated, even if that defeat came in the form of high tailing it out of there.

"Fuck you!" Bakugou spits, literally, in the face of his scowling mother. The blood tints the liquid pink and it lands right under her eye, sliding down her blushed cheek like some morbid watercolor painting.

There's a moment there where it feels the entire world goes quiet. Everything pauses. The static in his ears clears and his father's ignored comments in the background stop and his mother's harsh breathing quiets.

He can see the realization on her face, the shock, the way her eyebrows raise and her lips part and the anger temporarily fades. But Bakugou knows this is short lived- he knows in not even two seconds, everything will snap back into place and his mother's anger will come back threefold and then nothing will be able to stop her from raining fists down on him. He knows.

So he takes his chance.

Bakugou rips himself from his mother's grip, his own fingers curling around Mitsuki's wrist, squeezing it as hard as he can and yanking it away as soon as her grip softens. And just like that, he's free. She's not touching him and he's not touching her and there's nothing keeping him here anymore. Nothing keeping him in this stupid fucking house with too much blood on the floor and not enough pictures hung on the wall.

He runs. Turns his back to his mother and trips over his feet once, twice, before darting to the door and tugging on the polished doorknob. The gut twisting screech Mitsuki lets out behind him it enough to make his blood freeze. A flash of red hair and pretty eyes appear in his mind. And, running purely on blood loss induced lightheadedness and his flight instinct, Bakugou whips the door open so hard he can hear it's hinges squeal. A gust of skin-biting wind rushes at him and, right, that's why he's home- it was winter break. The cold has tears pricking at his eyes but he doesn't give himself the time to think twice about it.

His mother was barely three large steps away from forcing him back in her grasp and he couldn't even think about what she would do if she caught him right now. And he sure as hell didn't want to find out, either.

Bakugou runs.

Kirishima hums to himself, a song that's been stuck in his head all day, as he throws piles of dirty clothes into the washing machine. School was starting up again in a few days and his ma had been on his ass about cleaning the uniforms since the start of break, and his procrastination was finally biting him in the ass. For all the clothes he was bringing back to the dorms, he probably had at least two more loads to do as well. Even if he did it all one right after the other, plus packing right after that, it was still going to take a good chunk of time he rather spend gaming or relaxing. He could almost hear his ma laughing at him from the kitchen- "I told you so, Ei! You never listen to your Ma, do ya?"

"Why is she always right?" Kirishima grumbles under his breath, throwing the last of the clothes in before shutting the lid and starting the wash cycle. He then fishes his phone out of his pocket and checks the time- 9:38PM. He had at the very least another three hours to zone in on some video games before he was forced asleep by the anxiety of messing up his sleep schedule. He clicked open the groupchat of the self proclaimed 'Bakusquad' and sent a quick text. Hey, anyone wanna facetime and find a game to play? I'm NOT about to waste the last few days of break.

No one was online, yet. Kirishima groans and pockets his phone, letting his boredom get the best of him and walking out into the kitchen. There has to be something there he can snack on until one of his friends respond. At the dining table, his mom sits with her legs crossed and her tablet in hand, scrolling through whatever new fantasy book she's gotten hooked on this week. Across from her, is his ma, who is still knitting a sweater she started on weeks ago. It was meant for Kirishima to take back home after break, so these past few days she's been diligently working to make that happen. They both perk up as soon as they catch his bright red hair in the peripheral of their vision.

"Oh, sweetie, did you finally start your laundry?" His ma says, looking up at him from piles of yarn. Her tone is polite, but Kirishima can sense the 'I told you so' behind her words. He sighs and nods.

"Yeah. yeah, I did. Just started it and I'm gonna switch it to the dryer before I head to bed." There's a pleased hum from his ma and she smiles teasingly over at him.

"There's some leftover tea cookies over by the oven, if you want some. I was just about to put them away." His mom says and Kirishima's eyes light up. He had one or two earlier before he had to drag himself away to training, And he wasn't about to say no to a second helping of them.

"Awesome, thanks mom! I'll take some up to my room. I'm trying to get some game time in before break." He grabs the leftover plate, only a handful of the treats left, and gives a small wave to his parents before exiting the kitchen.

The living room was quiet, a show playing on the television simply for background purposes and something for his moms to discuss when the drama got loud enough for them to hear. In the corner next to the T.V. was the Christmas tree, still decorated and a few piles of gifts underneath that haven't been put away, yet. Kirishima supposed he also needed to do that before he left back to UA. But, as his bed and game console called to him, he decided that could be left for another day. He hummed, once again the same tune from earlier, and made his way to the stairs.

Just as he was nearing the door, a knock sounded out. Once, twice, then a third time. Kirishima scrunched his eyebrows in confusion- had his parents invited somebody over? Was the mailman only just getting to the house? There's another knock, this one a bit weaker, almost as if a palm had slapped against the wood. The boy sighs and sets down the tray of cookies, called out behind him before his mom or ma got up, "I'll get it!"

He wipes his hands on his shirt before twisting the doorknob and opening the door, ready to either have the most awkward interaction with the mailman or be plastered in kisses by his parent's friends.

Instead, his heart stops, and he quickly forgets about how cold it is outside, as he catches the sight of his best friend covered in red and swaying on unstable feet.

It takes a second for his body to catch up to what his eyes are seeing. There's a moment where Kirishima and Bakugou simply stare at each other. It almost feels as if his soul had been ripped from his body and he's become some third spectator, seeing everything from a distance. Like this wasn't actually his life and he was watching some stupid horror movie. But all he can focus on is dark red and maroon and pink and he thinks- there's too much of it, too much blood. He swears he sees more of it than he sees pale skin.

Bakugou can see in real time how his friend's red eyes go from widening in shock to hardening in terror.

All it takes is a ragged gasp from the boy to shock Kirishima back into his body. "Kirishima- I.. I d-didn't know where el-else to go." His words break between shivers.

The redhead can almost feel the powerful steel of instinct blind him. He leaves the warmth, the safety of his home, stepping out past the doorframe and into the cold with Bakugou. Kirishima grasps at his friend, his shoulders, pulling the blonde in until his tinted pink face is pressed into Eijirou's chest. There's a surge of defensive that swells inside of him as he feels just how uncontrollably Bakugou is shaking, how freezing he is. The boy wraps his arms around his friend. One arm around his waist, the other around his shoulders, a hand sprawled on the back of his neck, cradling him closer and closer until every inch of them are touching.

"Oh my god, what happened to you!? Who did this? Fuck, you're so cold. Did you walk here or something? How long have you been out here?" Kirishima's questions are spilling from his lips one after the other- he can't help it. Just the sight of Bakugou- the horror the anxiety, the fear it causes, it all coils tightly in his chest until he can barely breathe. There's something thrumming under his skin, some urge or impulse sending spikes of adrenaline through his heart. Above all, is the utter feeling of guilt that consumes everything else in it's path. Bakugou hadn't texted him all day- how wasn't he concerned? How didn't Kirishima know something was wrong? Why didn't he realize something could have happened? Bakugou might hate texting with every fiber of his being, but he always texted Kirishima back at least once.

God, and to think he swore he wouldn't let something like this happen again after Kamino- How did he let himself break that?

Bakugou groans something unintelligible against Kirishima's chest. The boy snaps away,- oh god, did he hurt him? Fuck, why didn't he assess his injuries first, what if he made something worse?- and pulls himself from the hug. The blonde is barely standing on his own two feet, swaying left to right. And his eyes, oh god, they barely seem cognizant. Slow blinking and shifting pupils, as if there wasn't a spot they can decide to focus on. But they're still somehow on Kirishima, seeming to drift from his hair to his cheeks to his eyes, almost analyzing.

"I-I'm okay, I just-" Bakugou's tongue darts out from his lips and swipes at some dried blood, "I.. I don't know why I'm h-here. What the fuck am I doing?"

The last part was lowered, as if the blonde was speaking to himself, trying to convince himself of something. Tears prick at Kirishima's eyes. His friend, his closest friend, was on his doorstep, bloody and barely there and fuck. He's finally able to gain enough sense to try and categorize the injuries. There was a lot of blood and he couldn't tell if all of it came from the same source or if there was just that many wounds. There were many bruises, though, and some red splotches. But the most concerning was his head. Usually ash blonde hair was now caked up with blood that spread across his hairline and down his forehead, some of it even staining his lips and chin. The injury actually made Kirishima feel dizzy. He knew that if they were in the right lighting, he would see uneven pupils in Bakugou's eyes. There's no way something so severe didn't cause a concussion, or worse, a cracked skull.

Another gust of winter wind blows through and both boys tense with how hard they shiver. It has Kirishima stepping closer to Bakugou once more, and his cold hands come up to cusp at the boy's cheeks. He let's out a small, pitiful sob. His thumbs gently caress bloody skin, desperate to warm up the boy who always despised the cold. "Please, Katsuki- I'm here, I swear, you can tell me what happened. Why don't you come inside? Let me patch you up, god, just let me-" He cuts his own words off with another cry.

Bakugou stares for a few seconds. Lips parted with sharp inhales, a softness in his eyes that Kirishima can't truly describe. The blonde boy swallows and leans into the comforting touch. He lets himself bask in it- the gentle hand he had wondered about hours earlier. It felt even better, the warmth of the skin against numbingly cold cheeks. The redhead feels the tears cascade down his face the longer the seconds tick on. Bakugou's eyes slowly slide close, and his own hands come up to cradle Kirishima's.

For a moment, Kirishima can feel his world stop. He watches with wet eyes as his friend seeks comfort in him like he never had before. It's... frightening. How hurt must he have gotten to so willingly let his walls crumble down? How long had it been since he last had a soothing touch? It rips the boy's heart in two.

"C-Come on, man, it's too cold out here. Y-You can stay the night, really it's no issue, I just- I'll make you some hot cocoa and my moms made some cookies and- and you can play on my switch while I warm up some blankets for you," Kirishima tries once more, tapping on Bakugou's cheek until red eyes open.

But, when they do this time, there's a sadness in them. A deep, inexplicable look of despair that no teenage boy should ever be forced to carry.

"I... I have t-to go. I don't know why I even- I ne-never should've come here. Fuck, what was I even th-thinking?" And those words have Kirishima's stomach dropping into the depths of panic.

"Wh-what, no, Baku-" He's cut off by the boy taking a shaky step backward, removing their hands from his cheeks. It has a feeling of desperation clawing it's way up the redhead's throat.

"Sh-She, fuck, she could h-hurt you, I can't- I don;t- I never sh-should have came here, I.. I'm leaving. She can't find y-you- find me here with you."

And Kirishima doesn't understand a single thing coming out of Bakugou's mouth right now, he doesn't understand the sudden urgency in the boy that looked like he was about to drop dead just seconds ago. But he won't let the injured blonde slip away so easily, so quickly, not while he's this hurt. Not in this cold. Eijirou grabs at his friend's shoulders as a whole new round of tears swim in his eyes.

"No! No, Bakugou. I'm not letting you leave, you- you're in no state! I would never forgive myself if I let something happen to you, please, fuck man- just come inside and we can talk this out!" Kirishima cries pathetically, his heart aching, "Just- just stay for a little while. At least let me patch you up- or, or get you warm, you could get hypothermia, and you're quirk- it makes it so much easier, so please, please, just- Come inside!"

Bakugou's ruby eyes stare into Kirishima's, wide and surprised and.. there's something swimming in them. Realization, acceptance, something that had a small switch in his brain flicking on and off over and over again until something fried. The blonde steps closer and it's honestly so relieving that Kirishima might just drop to his knees. He- he was going to come inside, and everything was going to be alright. He was going to patch him up and get him in a nice warm shower and call Aizawa for help because god, he may be a hero in training but he doesn't really know what to do right now.

Bakugou hums something under his breath that Kirishima doesn't catch. He's so close, now chest to chest with the boy who won't stop looking at him like there's something there to figure out. "B-Bakugou.." The redhead sighs, and his heart rate picks up even quicker, "Come on, man, let me go make you that hot co-"

Kirishima is quieted suddenly with a pair of lips pressing against his. Oh.

Oh.

His heart thumps straight up into his throat as soon as reality catches up to him. Red eyes grow impossibly wide. staring into the face centimeters away from him. The face of his best friend, the bloodied boy on his doorstep- Bakugou Katsuki. The blonde's eyes were closed and his face was entirely relaxed, no scowl or scrunch of pain. Just lips, soft lips that taste a bit too metallic-y, pressed on to Kirishima's. Bakugou was kissing him. Kissing him.

He's frozen. He doesn't know what to do besides close his own eyes and lean into the kiss, pouring as much emotions as he can into it until the saltiness of his tears mix in with the sourness of the dried blood. Oh god, this was not how I wanted our first kiss to go.

Bakugou pulls away and Kirishima is barely there. He's swimming inside his own head, the entire situation becoming so much and too overwhelming and fuck, his crush just kissed him on his doorstep after being beaten bloody. Fuck. His crush was beaten bloody. Still, with untreated wounds. His feet felt like they were glued to the ground.

The blonde steps back again and it feels like the world is crumbling around both of them. Bakugou is frowning but it wobbles so much it almost looks like a smile. His eyes are full of tears, so full of tears, but nothing spills out. Kirishima cries as he takes another step back.

"I-I'm so sorry. I fucked up. I have to go, Eijirou. I-... I'll see you."

And Kirishima is reaching out to catch him, catch anything- an arm, a hand, his shirt, something- but Bakugou is already turning and he's already running and the redhead can only watch as his best friend leaves a bloody trail down the street.

Kirishima sobs.

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I Object [Podfic Version]

Guys, If you have not had the opportunity to be blessed with hearing MostlyBritts magical storytelling voice, then you are missing out! But don't worry, she's started doing podfics.🎙️

Including this silly number that I wrote about Kirishima thinking Bakugou is getting married to Camie. I feel honored that she took the time to do so..💕

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I Object [Podfic Version]

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Do you mind doing a cute bokukiri fluff, they are just chilling with eachother cause bokugo and kirishima had a long day out saving people. ✨

Ack!! I'd LOVE to do this, thank you for requesting!! I am currently working on a KiriBaku/Bakushima one-shot collection that I plan to release in the New Year, so this will be perfect!! I will admit I am more of a sucker for angst, but we all need a lil fluff in our lives...shall we make it Christmas themed? ✨

Word count: 2896

His fingers are slow to move as he scrolls through their previous messages. This had to be the spot. Right? Looking around, he makes note of the street names and the landmarks surrounding them. Everything should be correct. He patrolled the city streets and even chased down the occasional villain through the winding paths.

Snowflakes melt against the glow of the phone's cracked screen. Making a mental note to get it replaced soon, the hero quickly rubs the phone against his pant leg before pocketing it. As breath crystallizes with each puff, he watches the snow globe of a world in search of a pair of warm cinnamon eyes. Children tug their relatives' coat sleeves, desperate to show them the toys they want from Saint Nicholas. Street vendors sit patiently with rosy cheeks and smiles warm enough to combat the frigid breeze. Performers on nearly every corner participate in friendly competition for an audience and a few extra yen in their pocket. Whimsical shades of reds, greens, white, and even cheery hues of blue and yellow decorate every surface. Trees are easily mistaken for twisted candy canes. Street lights glow and illuminate the snowflakes to be mistaken for pixie dust against the harsh night sky.

But no matter where he looks, he can't find him.

With a huff, he folds his arms over his chest to block out the cold that nips at him.

"Miri! Come back here," someone calls.

A small hand tugs on his hero costume. When he finds out who it's attached to. He smiles warmly at the little girl behind him. Pink cheeks and nose are pinched by Jack Frost, but it doesn't freeze the sweet beam she gives him.

Kneeling to be eye-level, he ignores the snow that soaks his knee and sends goose flesh throughout his body even more. "Well, who might you be, kid?"

"I'm Miri Unasaka! I'm also the biggest fan of you, Mr!"

He ruffles her hair as her parents finally catch up to her. "Damn, how'd she get so fast?" the man with black hair and tired eyes grumbles. "Holy hell, Miri, don't run off like that."

"Rei! I told you to watch your words with Miri," the other man spoke. His rusty eyes didn't match the pair he was searching for.

"Cut the crap, Kazuki. It wasn't like you were any better when you stubbed your pinkie toe," Rei snaps.

Kazuki pouts as Miri laughs. "That was different..."

He scoops up Miri and hands her to Kazuki, who hugs her dearly. "Thank you! We almost lost her, and it would've broken my heart if we got into the wrong hands."

Rei nods. "Yeah, thanks."

Miri ways vigorously as they walk in the same direction as where they came from. "Bye-bye, Mr. Red!"

He chuckles. The kids are so cute, in his opinion. Their little chubby cheeks and fingers, always eager to grab something, never fail to make him grin. The impulsivity of youth would make for a lifetime of adventures, much more satisfactory compared to the hero missions he takes. Alas, he'll never be able to experience the joys of parenthood. His life is too dangerous, and he would never want to risk such trauma to a child.

"Mr. Red, huh? Should I try using that when we're on patrols, Eijirou?"

Eijirou whips around and throws his arms around the man behind him. He can recognize that voice from anywhere. Especially the soft curse that slips past his teeth when Eijirou squeezes him tight. "Katsuki! What took you so long?"

When they pull away, allowing room for the puffs of steam to mingle between their lips, Bakugou kisses Eijirou's temple, warming his core. "I got you something to warm you up. It's colder than a witch's tit out here."

Eijirou snorts at the remark and accepts the warm drink. "Thank you."

Bakugou grunts as he takes a sip from his own cup.

The taste of smooth caramel and crunchy salt mingle on his tongue as a splash of the chocolate beverage singes his tongue. Eijirou quickly swallows to prevent further damage. But he ends up putting himself through a coughing fit as the drink burns the rest of his throat. "Hot," he croaks.

He tosses his head back with a laugh. "That's why you blow on it, idiot," Bakugou smirks. "You'd really think I'd give you something cold...out in this weather? You fucking need all the warmth you can get when walking around practically naked."

Nearly dropping his drink, he gives an over-the-top gasp with the back of his wrist pressing against his forehead. "Oh, how scandalous of me to wear such a revealing hero costume! Whatever shall I do to prevent myself from freezing over?"

Bakugou shakes his head with a beckoning arm. "C'mere, you idiot."

"But I'm your idiot," Eijirou sings while Bakugou wraps his arm around his waist. The insides of his frigid self melt when a low laugh vibrates Bakugou's chest.

"Shut up, Red."

As they savor the taste of hot chocolate, they also enjoy each other's presence in a way nobody else can. Eijirou secretly treasures each possessive touch Bakugou displays, whether it's a firmer grip on his waist when passing through thick crowds, a gentle squeeze and rub along his bicep to ease his chills, and tucking Eijirou even closer against him to prevent him from straying—not that he even would in the first place. Eijirou knows how much Bakugou cares for him, and he knows how much Eijirou cares for him. Plunging down into the spiraling depths of the Earth just to put a smile on his lips is a mere start for all the things Eijirou would do for the man beside him.

They are almost at the train station until someone twists their head and cries, "Ground Zero! Oh, oh! Look, it's Red Riot with Ground Zero!"

Murmurings spread, and heads began to swivel. In most cases, people don't tend to care that the second and fifteenth heroes are seen together. They run an agency together, after all. However, whenever the occasional fan calls out to them, it sparks something in the other bystanders, and they realize that heroes straight from comic books tread the same streets that they do. Unfortunately, Eijirou is too much of a push-over for meet-and-greets. Whereas Bakugou takes any opportunity possible to prevent being trapped by the adoring masses.

"Riot! Riot! Please have my babies!"

"Ground Zero, give us a smile!"

"Show us a cool explosion!"

"Hey, I was here first. Red Riot, Ground Zero, can you please sign my forehead? Or just anywhere?"

Eijirou yelps when Katsuki throws him over his shoulder. "What the—"

His voice is ripped from his throat with a silent scream and clenched teeth. An explosion launches them both into the air. Bakugou fires blast after weak blast to prevent damage yet keep them both safe from the people.

"Holy—oh my God, Kats—Holy shit!" Eijirou gasps, watching the clamoring people scramble for their phones. The citizens grow smaller and smaller while the pair blast higher and higher into the sky. His stomach flips as his heart leaps into his throat. Clutching tight enough onto Bakugou's costume for Eijirou's fingers to ache, he screws his eyes shut, rambling various pleas to not be dropped and for them to not plummet to their deaths. He manages a trembling pout when Bakugou emits a cruel laugh.

"It's not funny," he exclaims, clamping harder onto the pro-hero. "Warn me next time, asshole! You know I hate to be up in the air without warning."

"Eiji, we landed three minutes ago."

"What?"

"Good-fucking-grief, are you the deaf one now? I said—"

He peels an eye open only to be greeted with Bakugou's back profile and mounds of snow blanketing the cement roofing. The roof? Are we on top of the agency? Eijirou extracts himself from Bakugou, confirming his suspicions when his boots crunch against undisturbed snow. He's about to rant about ignoring the sweet fans but is promptly silenced with a kiss.

"Finally got you all to myself for once," he smirks, cupping Eijirou's face. It's a little awkward with his massive gauntlets in the way, but he appreciates the gesture. "Stupid bastards don't know when to leave people be."

"Well, we are what most might consider celebrities," Eijirou grins against another kiss.

He licks his lips, avid to kiss and be kissed breathless—senseless, even—in the frigid cold as snowflakes settle like dust in their hair and lashes. But Bakugou pulls away, tugging Eijirou's wrist, leading him to the door. "'S fucking cold out here. C'mon."

The door creaks open and shuts with a sharp ka-chunk! Bakugou keeps a firm grip on Eijirou, even after they step onto a random floor and await the next elevator to bring them the rest of the distance. The thick fabric works quickly in heating his hand, leaving Eijirou to wonder how much explosive sweat is collecting in Bakugou's palms and leaking into his gauntlets. He doesn't mind it, yet Bakugou must have sensed something because he pulled away. "Need to drop off my gear, then I'll take you home."

Eijirou laughs as the metal doors slide open. "We live to—"

"Shut up. I'm still going to be the one to take you home. You suck ass when it comes to driving."

He whines and playfully smacks Bakugou's shoulder. "You can't say things like that when you've gotten into more road rage accidents."

"That was one time, Red," he snarls.

"But it was one more time than me!"

"Oh, shut up!"

"Why don't you make me?"

And just like that, hands cage him in the corner of the elevator cart. Cracked lips crush him in a mouth-watering kiss. As if on autopilot, Eijirou digs his hands through Bakugou's hair, pulling him in and deepening the euphoric sensation. Eijirou is definite of one thing in life. It's that he will never grow tiresome to Bakugou's touch.

He giggles as he chases after the feeling, only to be left dry as Bakugou exits the elevator cart. "Don't get greedy, now. It'll be harder to savor you when we get home."

"You sound like you want to eat me," Eijirou cracks up, patting Bakugou's shoulder lovingly before leaning on it for support.

They're in the workshop, boots clanking with faint thumps against the grated floor. Someone flicks on the light, and only the necessary lights flicker with a steady thrum from the generator to follow. Eijirou grins at the memories of ranting about stupid villains as they fix their hero gear. The couple spends more hours in the workshop than they do at home. Bakugou has always been fussy with his equipment, especially. He always shoos Hatsume out whenever he gives the equipment tune-ups. Eijirou had one too many times almost meeting his maker when he'd leave out screws and washers near Bakugou's gear.

"What's so fucking funny?" Bakugou spits, beginning to unclip the gauntlets. The devices hiss and clack as they slowly release his forearms. "Oi!"

Between giggles, Eijirou placed fluttering kisses along Bakugou's working shoulders. "You're just so grumpy today, and teasing you is too easy."

Bakugou tucks away his right gauntlet before working on the left. "The fuck? I am not easy to tease!"

He holds Bakugou even closer than he thought was possible, burying his face into the crook of his neck. "Whatever you say, my little gremlin."

"I'm not some fucking gremlin. I'm also taller than you, so fuck off."

"Sure, sure."

●•●•●•●

The door swishes open, thwacking against the door stop as the hero walks in. Katsuki can't hide his grin, even if it kills him. The joyous sounds from his lover never fail to delight Katsuki.

"Kats! Ack—dude, I...I can wa-oh!" Kirishima cries out as Katsuki sloppily adjusts the bridal-style grip on him. He loops his arms around his neck, clutching onto him like the last buoy in a ruthless sea. "Stop! Stop! You're gonna drop me!" 

Fed up with his complaining, Katsuki pulls Kirishima closer to his face as he kicks the door shut. Their lips meet again for only God knows how many times now. Not bothering to set him down, Katsuki travels to the bedroom and tosses Kirishima on the bed. "How does a bath sound, hm?" Katsuki asks while he finally crouches down to unlace his boots. 

"That'd be fantastic. I had to chase down a villain and ran into a wall they constructed with their quirk." Kirishima laughs, beginning to slip off the winter top of his hero costume.

Katsuki inhales a sharp breath, shaking his head. "Damn, that would've hurt. Did you catch the bitch, at least?" 

While he dresses into pyjamas, Kirishima explains. "Yes, but no—"

"Yes, but no?" Katsuki interrupts, sliding a well-worn shirt over his head. The shirt in question is all black except for a dark red gear printed over the chest with two R's interlocking below it. As much as Katsuki bitches about how much of an eyesore the article is, it's one of the favorite things he owns. 

"Will you let me finish?" Kirishima takes Katsuki walking into the bathroom as a yes. "So, the villain was doing some form of unarmed robbery? It was bizarre. They had civilians trapped in a—a weird box he constructed out of who knows what. I managed to break them out as Jirou and Sero tag-teamed to keep the villain contained, but somehow they got out. Like I said, this dude's quirk was weird. Anyway, we got onto a pursuit on foot, and the bugger threw people at me."

He arches a brow, mixing soap with the warm water in the tub. The water begins to foam as it turns into a deep shade of pink, and the scent of cherries tints the air. "People? Holy shit, Ei."

"I know!" Kirishima says, clearly exasperated at the memory. Katsuki turns away as Kirishima steps into the bathroom and sinks into the bath. Once the noise of movement slows, Katsuki faces him again and works on scrubbing the jell from his hair. "I managed to safely get them out of my way, but didn't pay attention and slammed my face into a massive freaking wall." 

Katsuki barks out a laugh. It grows louder and more powerful when Kirishima throws him a dirty side-eye. "Sorry...sorry, but that's so fucking stupid. Did you at least use your quirk?" 

Knees pull up to Kirishima's chest as he sulks. "No..."

It's a struggle to hold in Katsuki's snort. 

"I managed to catch the dude, and thankfully, Eri was out doing an internship patrol with Toogata. She reversed my injuries, and that was when you messaged me." 

"That's good. Don't want your stupid, cute face to get fucked." Katsuki sighs at Kirishima's faint laughter. He loves it when his boy laughs. Or when he smiles. Anything his Kirishima does puts his heart through loops, strangling itself on its strings. "Anything sore? Need me to use my quirk?"

Kirishima hums in thought. "My neck's still a little tender, and could you?"

He grins, heating his palms just enough to not burn Kirishima. Kirishima groans in relief once Katsuki starts working his digits into his skin. "You do not believe how good that feels, Kats."

 Katsuki snorts. "You little sycophant," he snarks. 

"Hey!" Kirishima protests, going rigid before relaxing again under his touch. "Besides, you have no right to talk when you like being praised." 

Sucking his teeth, Katsuki can't find a way to argue his way out of that one.

After the bath, Katsuki leaves Kirishima to tug on some pyjamas. While waiting, Katsuki scrolls through the movie options and plays an old Christmas movie. He's interrupted when a voice whistles down the stairs, pulling his eyes from the screen. Kirishima grins, displaying his pointed teeth. "Really? Charlie Brown, again?" he asks, taking his hands from his pockets. 

Rolling his eyes, Katsuki takes in Kirishima's choice of clothing. He only wears gaudy candy-red pants. Simple patterns like white deer, snowflakes, and fir trees. "You really need to burn that abomination," Katsuki chuckles.

Kirishima shrugs and flops onto the couch, snuggling close to Katsuki. "It's not Christmas unless the ugly pyjamas are worn." 

Katsuki huffs when Kirishima begins to pepper his jaw and neck with kisses, unable to reach his lips from their current position. "You sappy dork." He sits up, yanking Kirishima further up onto his lap. "Kiss me properly if you want to pull that shit." 

Lips meet as suspires mingle between them. Katsuki can't get enough of the way Kirishima gasps and hums in delight. Brows furrow as they carry out their little game of chasing each other's mouths, determined to be the one to share the last kiss. Hands card through hair and curl around napes. Noses brush in tandem, fitting like perfect pieces in a perfect puzzle. Everything feels so perfect with Kirishima, and Katsuki refuses to have enough, in constant need of more. 

"Okay! Okay. You—mmnh...win, you win!" Kirishima murmurs between the suffocating dance between them.

Katsuki pulls Kirishima close to his chest and begins to stroke his hair. A proud smile stretches his lips. 

They sit in blissful silence, treasuring one another's silence as they watch the rest of the movie. Whether the yawn that escapes Kirishima's mouth is unfortunate or not, Katsuki can't tell. So he waits to hear another yawn that stretches out much longer than the last. "Tired, Mr. Red?" 

"Shush, we all know it's gonna be Mr. and Mr. Bakugou one day," Kirishima blurts, weary from his long day. 

His heart squeezes at the thought, ears scarlet. Katsuki ignores the comment and continues. "Whatever. Need me to turn off the movie?"

Kirishima curls deeper into Katsuki, shaking his head. "Nah. I'm just—I'm totally..."

Peaceful slumber claims him as Katsuki ruffles his hair with a smile. "Merry Christmas, idiot." 

I like how this came out. Did YOU like how this came out? I tinkered with a new writing style you can probably tell I worst motivation in nearly half-way through, haha!! I am elated that you requested this, dear annon! I'll have this posted on my Wattpad and AO3 accounts in case you ever want an easy access to read them again!! Also, YES I did add a Buddy Daddies cameo, I just finished the anime and needed to get it out of my system before the hyper-fixations set it.

By the way...@ao3-shenanigans, I am slowly but surely working through your request! I've been having a few setbacks and other requests flooding in, but I'll get to it as soon as possible!! Thank you everyone for reading!!

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero acedamia #fanfic #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #katsuki bakugou #eijirou kirishima #kiribaku #bakushima #krbk #christmas #Annon Delights! #ao3 kiribaku

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🎂💍A Proposal to Remember💍🎂

Days 1-6: Fat family, Muscles, Meat, Happy Birthday Kirishima, Aquarium and Skin care

Words: 2,498

Tags: Happy birthday Kirishima, Marriage Proposal, Tooth-rotting fluff, Side SeroMina, SFW

archiveofourown.org/works/50917165

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Hey so I know I don't have a lot of followers after having to re-create all my blogs after breaking my phone & forgetting all my logins but if your a MHA fan & specifically a KiriBaku shipper I could really use your guys help finding a particular fic.

I can't remember the name of the fic or the author but I remember the plot pretty well.

In this fic while quirks do exist there are no heros or villans & instead quirks are used for professional fighting (think boxing or martial arts tournaments).

Bakugou is one of these famous Quirk fighters but he's unmated aggression (yes this is an A/B/O fic don't judge me) has finally been deemed a serious enough issue by a higher up at Allmight's angency leading Bakugou to be blackmailed into taking time off under threat of being exposed as an omega (by pretending that he got injured) which would end he's career (as Omega's aren't really "supposed" to take part in Quirk fighting).

While on probation he's also been told to try out a special online therapy that turns out to be an anonymous scent match up service (bassically he sends the company a......let's call it a biological "sample" 😅, the company analyses it, send him a selection of scents to choose from then after he tells them which ones he likes he can request certain items from that donor to use for he's own purposes but the donors can also ask the same from him, both parties are free to decline such requests though).

At the same time as this is going on Bakugou has also been crushing on Kirishima (who in this AU is a former high school quirk fighter who had to give it up due to a serious injury) who now works at he's fravriote restaurant.

Bakugou & Kirishima are unable to smell what eachother are due to government enforced scent blockers.

Kirishima ends up telling Bakugou about how he used to struggle a lot with he's unmated aggression when he was younger until Fatgum pushed him to sign up to do the same scent therapy that Bakugou's agency are secretly pushing him to do & because Kirishima says it really helped him calm down Bakugou descides to give it a try & he ends up finding he's perfect scent match via one of the anonymous alphas on the website.

Meanwhile the Bakugou & Kirishima's friendship starts becoming strained due to Bakugou's growing conflicting feelings for he's favourite red head & the new mystery alpha in he's life, on top of the threat to he's career if he can't prove to he's superiors that he can keep he's biology under control.

Edit - The fic is called Primal Agression Therapy by Sagegallows, if any of you are interested. I definitely recommend it.

#mha #krbk #kiribaku #bakugou x kirishima #bakushima #poprocks #my hero academia #my hero academia fanfic #my hero academia fandom #kiribaku fan fiction #a/b/o #a/b/o fanfic #no heros fanfic #omega bakugou #omega bakugou katsuki #alpha kirishima #alpha kirishima eijiro #ao3 #kiribaku fic recommendation #fic recommendation #primal agression therapy

[sagechan]

'Good Bulls Get Milked'

Rating: E

Words: 4k

Tags: dom/sub, master/pet, hybrids, bullboy kiri, kirishima eijirou has a big dick, kiri has big balls, lots of cum

Summary: Eijirou is Katsuki's bull hybrid. Today is Milking Day. Milking Day means a lot of cum.

#kiribaku #krbk #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #kirishima x bakugou #boku no hero acedamia #bnha #bnha fanfiction #smut #I'll post the link in the replies! :) #ao3 #sage art

[c0smicmatcha]

CHAPTER 12 IS UP !! <3

“Run while you still can,” Kirishima mouthed urgently across the room, his eyes wide as saucers. But before Katsuki could retreat, a small, determined party-goer spotted him, dashing towards him as she held hands with Echiko. “You’re next!” she declared triumphantly, grabbing his hand with surprising strength.

But it was too late. Before Katsuki could even process the warning, a horde of tiny party-goers descended upon him. They grabbed at his hands, tugging with surprising strength, their laughter ringing in his ears like some kind of siren song.

“For the record, I came here for my fucking clothes, you absolute cunt!” Katsuki shouts with no malice, willingly allowing himself to be dragged away towards the backyard reception.  The space was an explosion of pink, a barrage of tulle and glitter that seemed to permeate every corner of Kirishima's residence, transforming it into a scene straight out of a fairy tale. Echiko, the youngest Kirishima, was radiant as a princess should be on her birthday, surrounded by her court of equally enthusiastic friends.

#krbk #kiribaku #bnha #bakushima #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #eijirou kirishima #krbk fanfic #ao3 #ao3feed #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer #fanfiction #archive of our own #fanfic #my fic #fic rec

[animlcrisscross]

I commissioned this beautiful piece of art from @/Nobamol for my fic

Crystal Clear

“Hi.” He said with a smile as their arms touched.

Katsuki grabbed his arm, moving his head forward to place a light kiss on his forearm.

“Missed you.” Katsuki smiled, placing another soft kiss, the touch like swirling flower petals.

He chuckled, “Missed you too.” 

Katsuki linked their fingers together, hiding his face in his arms to drift off.

With a shaking hand, he lifted Katsuki’s palm cautiously. He felt his nerves tremble and his stomach churn and his heart burst to life as he slowly brought Katsuki’s hand to his lips.

He let out a quiet breath, looking at the tuft of Katsuki’s blonde hair as he let the skin of his palm tickle his lips.

Eijiro placed a small kiss on his thumb, the sensation making tears, of all things, pool in his eyes.

He didn’t expect it to feel so nice, so right, so breathtaking.

#krbk #kiribaku fanfic #kiribaku #kirishima x bakugou #bakushima fanfic #bakushima #ao3 kiribaku #bakugou x kirishima #kiribaku fluff #kiribaku angst #krbk ao3 feed #krbk fanfic #kiribaku fic #kiribaku fanfiction #bakukiri #krbk fluff #krbk fanart

[scarlet-traveler]

I'm finally able to post the fic I wrote for the Gilded Zine! It's absolutely stuffed with fluff, cuddles, and soft fantasy kiribaku, so feel free to check it out!

And if you're in the mood for more fantasy kiribaku, the zine is still available to download FOR FREE here!

#mha #bnha #kiribaku #krbk #krbk zine #mha fantasy au #gilded zine #barbarian bakugou #dragon kirishima #fanfic #art #traveler writes #reminder to be logged in to ao3 so you can read it! #or just go download the zine if you're 18+! #either works!

[discount-kirishima]

thousands of years of evolution and technological advancements have led to this:...AI blorbo machine

#ai krbk shipper confirmed #the dynamic is so on point akfbskd #have i been using this AI just to write me little fics? #absolutely #this is what technology was invented for #ai just searched all of ao3 #boku no hero academia #bnha #kirishima eijirou #my hero academia #krbk #bakugou katsuki #kiribaku #playground ai #ok but like i just asked it to make kiri call bakugou manly #i didnt say anything about kirishima's crush #i didnt say anything about bakugou getting flustered #the machine did that on its own #it knows