Notes: Warning! Non-con/dub-con elements!
Chapter One
Two promising Yuuei students approached the doors of the train donning their uniforms and carrying suitcases containing their hero equipment. One was sporting a relatively satisfied smile on his face while the other carried a particularly nasty scowl, eyes trained on the doors as if they insulted the boy's mother. As different as their faces, the way they had carried themselves showed as well, the green-haired student walking with his back straight and arms swinging neutrally at his sides while the blond slouched with his arms in his pockets. These two could not have been more different, and yet…
"Eh? I was scouted to intern at another hero's agency?"
Izuku was particularly confused at this prospect and thought that his training with Gran Torino was more than enough for the internship. At the same time, he had to admit that learning from another pro would be beneficial. There was a lot that happened with All Might's previous mentor and - while the new carrier of One for All had learned how to use Full Cowl and quite a bit more - he didn't quite learn what it would be like to be at a regular pro hero's agency. It was a learning opportunity and one that shouldn't be squandered.
Aizawa had nodded as he'd put the slip down, looking at the boy in front of him boredly and sighing. Was there something else that Izuku's homeroom teacher had yet to mention…?
"That is correct, Midoriya. You and another student were chosen to work in the next city over for additional training purposes. As for that other student-"
Before Aizawa could finish his sentence, a familiar "bombastic" student had slammed the door open and stepped in, very clearly perturbed. Izuku yelped lightly from surprise and turned to see that Kacchan was now here. The dots connected quickly and dread began to fill Deku's mind. He was paired up with the human explosion.
"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN I'M INTERNING AGAIN?"
Apparently Best Jeanist wasn't satisfied with Bakugou's stay at his agency so recommended to Aizawa that he be assigned to an additional agency to satisfy the requirements. Izuku could understand that much and figured that the pro hero they would be working with this time - The Blue Blur, 3Nick - recognized their abilities at the festival and was still in need of some fresh recruits. All of that came down to Bakugou and Midoriya on the platform now, boarding a quickly-filling train to get to the next city. It was about an hour away.
With Kacchan's mood… This is going to be a long hour…
As they'd stepped inside, it was a miracle they weren't separated, people rushing in to fill any empty space. Rather, they ended up getting pushed together and up against the window, Izuku's chest and face pressed against the glass with a light thud and a groan, Katsuki's chest pushing against his back. There was a growl coming from the blond that reverberated directly into Deku's ear and he couldn't help but shiver from the strange sensation, being torn away from his thoughts as the bomb wonder pushed off of Deku to get some space, also acting to push people off of his back.
"Back the fuck off! I need some god damned space!"
Noting the rage, people began to grow wary and had stepped away for their own safety. They all recognized him from the Sports Festival Tournament and it was clear that they hadn't wanted to mess with him in any way. At least, not more than they had to. Satisfied with the result, Bakugou puts on a cocky smirk and grabs one of the hanging handles, riding the train out to the next stop with Deku being at least a bit grateful for getting some extra space. Not even ten minutes later at the next stop, though, the train is filled to the brim and Katsuki is once again forced up against Izuku, joined at the hip and having his frontside pushed against Deku's backside.
It was at this exact moment that Deku could feel something pushing into his bottom, a particularly well-sized bulge. Gulping nervously, he'd tried to shift his body, but all that really did was serve to grind against seemingly growing bulge. Slowly turning his head to face Bakugou, he'd seen a rather large, mischievous grin on the blond's face. Dread began to set in and Izuku had gulped nervously, words coming out quietly to avoid detection from the people around the two of them.
"K - Kacchan, what are you - ?"
Bakugou pressed harder into him, forcing Midoriya to let off a squeal in surprise and alarm. Trying to hold back from letting out more sound than necessary, Izuku's squeal softened to a whine, biting his lip to stifle himself. Meanwhile, Katsuki was clearly enjoying the little reactions and the look on his victim's face, planting his hands onto his target's hips and holding the poor boy against his pelvis as he continued to grind into his helpless prey.
"Something wrong, Deku?"
Before a reply can even form in Izuku's head, the train slows to a stop and a few people leave out of the opposite side of the platform, the side the boys are stuck on remaining closed. They are provided with some extra space. At the very least, they have slightly more room to maneuver, but it does not help in giving space to allow Deku to push Bakugou away from being intimately close. It's only for a few more moments before the train begins moving again and Katsuki uses the opportunity to push himself onto Deku even more firmly, chuckling before groaning from the sensation of having such a soft tush against his junk.
"Why are you doing this...?"
"Because I can and 'cause you'll let me."
Unable to fire back a retort and opting to keep his face down to hide the deep red of his cheeks, Midoriya stays silent as he's pressed into the wall roughly from a particularly hard hip thrust. Bakugou simply grins and lifts his hand slightly to give Deku's clothed ass a swat, Izuku gritting his teeth as he holds back a squeak.
"That's what I thought, loser."
Notes: The continuation will be posted shorty~ Comments, faves, and follows always appreciated.