Notes: Contrary to what the title of this fic suggests, not everything is about Bakugou. The bestest boy, Kirishima, makes his debut in this crack fic!

Kirishima arrived forty minutes later and not a second too soon. Bakugou had gone oddly silent in the past ten minutes, although she knew that he was awake. It made her anxious. He was probably plotting something or trying to figure out a way around her quirk. With his hands cuffed behind his back and his quirk inhibited, it left him with as few options as she had. When Uraraka ushered Kirishma inside like they were in some sort of secret club, he gave her a weird look, but he didn't say anything.

"So, uh, what's up?" Kirishima asked. Although he was wearing a loose t-shirt, he was still wearing the pants of his hero costume, having come straight from work without even changing completely. Bless him. "Where's Bakugou?"

Uraraka rubbed her arms and let out the most nervous, awkward chuckle of her entire life, which only made Kirishima look at her even more oddly. "Well, um, about that… He's kind of...tied up at the moment." He gave her a look that told her he was both confused and needed her to continue. "So he got hit with that quirk and he seemed fine at first, but then, um, well, he started acting really weird and, uh…"

Suddenly, Kirishima locked in on something, his eyes going wide, and he pointed at her. "Is that a hickey?"

One of Uraraka's hands flew up her neck to cover what was most definitely a hickey that she hadn't even been aware that she'd had (Damnit, Bakugou, you can't just go marking people) and she flushed deeply. "N-no!" He gave her a flat look with pursed lips and put his hands on his hips. He definitely wasn't believing her. "Maybe?" She hid her face in her hands, leaving the hickey out in the open to be seen, but it was better than her face right now. "I can't deal with him right now. He...he pretty much mauled me and tried to, um, have sex with me in the kitchen."

Kirishima choked on whatever words he was going to say and managed a single, "What?"

Uraraka pulled her hands away from her face. "I think the villain has some sort of lust quirk. I've been combing through the hospital reports of his victims, but they kind of vary-"

"I need you to slow down."

"-Like they seemed okay at first, maybe a little out of it, but that was it," Uraraka continued, having built too much momentum and panic while waiting for Kirishima to arrive. "It was only until their significant others showed up that extreme changes in their behavior popped up. One nurse walked in on the third victim and her boyfriend. It was, uh, pretty graphic. Apparently they'd been trying to wait until marriage, but the woman was very….insistent."

Letting out a tired sigh, a bemused expression on his face, Kirishima sat down on the couch. "So Bakugou has been hit by this quirk and he - what? - really wants to get laid?" Uraraka shrugged her shoulders helplessly. "It sounds like it's picky though. He didn't try dry humping anyone else at the office?"

"As far as I know, no…." Uraraka didn't want to admit that she didn't like the idea of Bakugou being all over another girl, especially at work, but she would've no doubt heard something if he had. She didn't think it likely though. He had sounded as if he'd been caught off guard by the sudden, overwhelming need for her. "From what he said, he felt mostly normal until we made contact."

Kirishima rubbed his head. "And the other victims reacted that way with their significant others only?"

"Well, there were only two exceptions: one man, who was fine around his wife, but went ballistic when his brother-in-law showed up."

"Oh, awkward."

"And the other man was single. He was arrested three days after being discharged." Uraraka scrolled through the report that she'd downloaded onto her phone. "He tried breaking into his neighbor's apartment and kept shouting very descriptive actions. He had to be restrained and sedated."

There was a long pause in which both of them considered their options. Uraraka wasn't too sure what to make of the reports, but she had an idea. The only issue was that she was the problem. Bakugou hadn't reacted this way towards anyone else at the office or the people he'd talked to at the scene of the villain attack. He had admitted to only feeling this way after seeing and touching her. But it sounded so silly to think that it was because of her.

"Maybe…" Uraraka bit her lip. "Maybe the quirk centers around the people the affected person is attracted to." That nervous laughter bubbled to the surface though and she waved a hand frantically. "But that's silly! Bakugou isn't attracted to me."

"You just said he tried to screw you in the kitchen." Kirishima snorted, looking half-amused by Uraraka's flustered reaction and half-flabbergasted himself. "You're wrong though. He's most definitely attracted to you. He rants about you all the damn time."

Uraraka blinked. "He...does?" She couldn't believe it. Kirishima said it like it was nothing, but meant quite a bit to her. Not that anything would come about it.

"Yeah, so I think your theory makes sense." Kirishima stood up and wiped his hands on his pants. "I guess you need me to deal with him, right?"

"He's, uh, really strong," Uraraka said thickly, not sounding her smartest after an hour of detective work.

Kirishma interlocked his fingers together, flipped his hands to pop his fingers, and then raised them over his head to stretch, like he was about to go do a work out. Dealing with Bakugou in this state might be just that. "So where is that explosive bastard?"

"He's, er... handcuffed on the ceiling of his bedroom."

The silence that stretched between them was definitely uncomfortable as Kirishima stared at her. "You know, I know what you were going for, Uraraka," he told her, "but that's really fucking kinky."

"I didn't know what else to do!" Uraraka exclaimed. "You don't know what he was like!"

Kirishima gave her a smirk. "I'm starting to realize why he's so crazy about you, damn." She reached out to smack him on the arm and he didn't even bother trying to pull away from her, merely laughing in response. "I've never thought of having sex while floating in the air, but now…"

"Would you just go deal with him after I deactivate my quirk?" Uraraka snapped, itching to put her fingers together again. She had been holding onto her quirk for so long. She'd built up a tolerance and also strength and it helped that she wasn't using it on herself, but almost an hour straight was putting a strain on her. "I can't go in there. You didn't hear him screaming. I'm surprised his neighbors haven't called the police. Thank gods he lives on the top floor."

"They're probably used to it," Kirishima said distractedly as he swaggered towards the bedroom door. She followed after him much more timidly. She wasn't the type of girl that shied away from a fight, but this was something else entirely. He grabbed the doorknob. "Okay, one, two, three - go."

As Kirishima slipped inside the room and hastily shut the door, Uraraka pressed her fingers all together and said, "Release." She heard Bakugou shout and then there was the loud thump of him landing on the bed. She had been worried that he might've scooted somewhere around the room in an attempt to get down, therefore causing him to land elsewhere, but he hadn't.

Uraraka breathed a sigh of relief and sagged against the door. Kirishima might be able to talk some sense into him, maybe get him to cool it until the quirk wore off or convince him to go to the hospital. She wasn't sure what else they could do besides wait. According the the reports, the only person to recover quickly had been the one that had had sex with her fiance at the hospital. She didn't know what she would've done without Kirishima here.

Of course, Uraraka about jumped out of her skin when Kirishima began practically shrieking, "Uraraka! Uraraka, get in here no- oomph! Damnit, Bakugou, sto-"

Kirishima's shouts for help were so unexpected that Uraraka burst into the room without thinking. What she saw had her coming to a complete halt. Kirishima must have been halfway through taking the handcuffs off when Bakugou had turned on him, except instead of fighting him, Bakugou had Kirishima pinned on the bed and was straddling him, his knees digging into the bed around Kirishima's hips. The redhead's eyes were wide with shock as she struggled to shove Bakugou off of him, but Bakugou seemed viciously determined to give Kirishima a hickey that matched Uraraka's.

"Uraraka!"

"I-" She leaped into action, jumping on the bed so that she had a better angle. Grabbing Bakugou's wrist that didn't have a handcuff on it, she pulled on it hard and around his back again. Despite being distracted, he was ready for her this time. He rolled with her as she pulled. Since she was standing on a wobbly mattress, she lacked any balance and went toppling over him and Kirishima, flopping on the ground hard enough to knock the wind out of her.

Before she could get up though, Bakugou's attention switched to her and he knocked her back onto her stomach as she was pushing herself up. "Told you I'd fuck you up," he hissed hotly in her ear with such a heated promise that she couldn't help but squeak. His body was as solid as a rock on top of her. He must have been biding his time in here, waiting for her to mess up.

But then Kirishima was pulling Bakugou off of her. He set out a few kicks and explosions, but Kirishima took the brunt of them with his hardening quirk and managed to handcuff him again. "Now, Uraraka!" She threw a hand back and snatched him around the ankle, activating her quirk once more, and then threw him to the ceiling. He hit it much harder the second time around and was four times as furious, kicking and bucking uselessly, while Kirishima helped Uraraka back to her feet and they staggered into the living room.

As if barely able to stand on his feet, Kirishima all but collapsed back on the couch, a shell-shocked expression on his face. "Holy shit." He ran his fingers through his red hair, making it stand on end even more. It looked more of a mess than usual from Bakugou yanking on it. "Holy shit."

"Did he-?" Uraraka managed to gasp out, bent over with her hands on her knees.

Blush flooded Kirishima's cheeks almost as red as his hair. "Yeah, um, I-I think you were understating when you said 'insistent'. I'm thinking more like crazed." He leaned back against the couch and sucked in a gulp of air. "You let him down and he complained about how ridiculous you are, but then the second I uncuffed him, it was like he just snapped and he rounded on me."

"Right when you touched him," Uraraka said, standing up straight.

"Maybe it activates on touch?"

Uraraka twisted her lips into a frown. "He bumped shoulders with a man on our way inside and didn't try to maul him or anything. And none of the victims reacted to any of the doctors, nurses, or paramedics."

"So...there has to be some level of attraction or desire already."

"I guess so…"

That left Uraraka and Kirishima staring at each other awkwardly, a million and one things settling in between them as this theory and the knowledge it brought sat in the forefront of their minds. There was a matching hickey on Kirishima's neck, although his looked angrier, probably as a result of Bakugou's frustration at being stuck on the ceiling for so long. He was manic with desire at this point.

"How long does this last?" Kirishima finally asked, tearing his eyes away from her.

Pulling up information again on her phone, Uraraka read through a bit of it quickly. "Looks like it varies. Two days seems to be the maximum, twelve hours the minimum, but there's no way to determine how long it will be."

Kirishima groaned. "Two days? We have to get him to a hospital. You can't keep your quirk on him for that long and short of tying him up or sedating him somehow, I don't know what else we could do." He shook his head. "We can't even do anything about it. I swear it gave him super strength somehow. I couldn't get up no matter what."

Uraraka bit her lip. "Did you hesitate to?"

"Huh?"

"I mean, did you hesitate to push him away? You know, because you kind of…"

Kirishima's nostrils flared as he breathed through his nose, but then he looked away from her, guilt seeping onto his face. Kirishima had never been known for being able to hide how he felt. A part of her had always thought that he had a thing for Bakugou, but he'd never acted on it when they had been in school. Maybe he hadn't known what to do with those feelings. Uraraka certainly didn't know now even after graduating. She'd never even acted fully on her feelings for Deku, leaving them to fade away until one day she'd realized they weren't there.

"Gods, this is embarrassing," Kirishima huffed.

"Feels kind of surreal, doesn't it?" Uraraka admitted, sitting down on the other end of the couch.

"It's been…" Kirishima gazed down at his feet. "I mean, it's been for a while, but he never seemed interested in me that way. I thought maybe and then you two started working together, so I just…"

"Told yourself that it was never going to happen and to give it up?"

Kirishima laughed awkwardly. "When you put it that way, it sounds kind of sad."

"If you makes you feel any better, I never acted on how I felt because I thought he might be into you," Uraraka offered. He shot her an incredulous yet hopeful look. She'd never been good at hiding how she felt either, although she had eventually learned to do it somewhat. Still, she recognized that expression on his face because she felt it as well. "If this is any indicator, I think he's more attracted to you. You're much more attractive and you're stronger; you're funny and kind." She flopped back on the couch and squeezed her eyes shut as her face screwed up in frustration. "I'm sorry. That sounded so...petty."

"Stop it, Uraraka, it really doesn't, not when I was thinking the same thing before about you," Kirishima confessed.

They heard a thump in the bedroom where Bakugou must have tried getting down from the ceiling, only to float back up and hit it again. Her quirk tugged at her gut just a twinge, but she ignored it. She did feel a bit sick, but it had nothing to do with her quirk right now. She kind of felt like she'd fallen into an alternate dimension or maybe she was dreaming.

"This must be really weird for you," Kirishima said, sounding uncomfortable, like he didn't want to say anything. Uraraka looked away from the bedroom door back to him. He rubbed the back of his neck. "You like a guy only to find out that he likes his best friend...again?"

Uraraka had not admitted to thinking about just that, but honestly, it was impossible to miss. First Deku, who had turned out to have feelings for Todoroki, and now this? That had been an awkward enough situation as it was. In the end, she'd ignored it until finally the crush was just gone and any lingering feelings of jealousy or resentment had transformed into a close bond with Todoroki. It had been neither his nor Deku's fault that her feelings could not be returned and honestly she was so happy for them both now.

However, to have something similar happen to her for a second time, except this time knowing that at least some feelings were returned, even if it was just attraction, was absolutely absurd and stupid. Was the universe conspiring against her? Did it want her to be alone? Because there was no way she was going to fight this. She didn't have the energy or desire to do that to Kirishima, who had been nothing but a kind and good friend to her. Now that it was out in the open, she could see how much he liked Bakugou, which made things all the more awkward for her to recognize those same feelings in herself.

It put both of them in a terrible position where neither one would try to compete with the other and she had a bad feeling that it would end up with both of them ignoring how they felt.

Ugh, of course, this had to happen right when she had begun to tell herself to fucking do something about how she felt instead of hiding.

"It's okay," Uraraka told him, already feeling herself accept defeat, whatever that might entail. To be honest, she cared about Kirishima too much to do anything that might hurt him. Still didn't mean that this didn't sting. "I mean, at this point, I should expect it - that I'm always going to be a second choice."

"Hey now!" Kirishima turned on her sharply. "You are not a second choice. You're not a back up. You are nothing like that." She gave him a sour look that told him he didn't have to say these things, but she appreciated them nonetheless. It only seemed to rile Kirishima up more and he twisted in his seat so that his entire body was facing her. "I'm serious. You're Ochako Uraraka, Uravity, the Zero Gravity Hero. You're kickass. You're empathetic. You're cute as hell. You're like…" He waved a hand in the air. "You're like lightning in a bottle."

Uraraka snorted. "What?"

"I don't know," Kirishima said, shaking his head. "You know, you're like… You're really pretty to look at, but you can be dangerous as all get out when you're in a fight."

Uncontrollable giggles began to tumble out of Uraraka. "I think you're spending too much time around Kaminari." Even though they could still hear Bakugou struggling in the other room, she felt a little lighter. Kirishima had always had that effect on people though. He brought everyone together. Back in school, he had very often been the bridge between Bakugou's group and Deku's. "Thank you though."

"I'm just saying," Kirishima pressed on, folding his arms across his chest, "if I got hit with that lust quirk, we would not be talking on this couch right now."

"Kirishima!" Uraraka wrung her hands anxiously on top of her knees. "You don't have to say that. It's okay."

The boy didn't even have the decency to look ashamed or embarrassed, looking her directly in the eyes without a hint of blinking. He definitely spent too much time around Bakugou. "I'm not lying."

This time, when they stared at each other, there was something very different in the air, a kind of charge that almost propelled her forward, but Uraraka did not have the willpower to dissect it. She felt like she'd run a ten k and came home to find out that all of her furniture had been moved and she wasn't even aware of how she'd come up with that analogy but it worked. Kirishima was not the lying type - he had too good of a heart - but it was still strange to hear it. Uraraka had gotten a lot better about her confidence in herself, not needing it from other people as much anymore, but everyone had their insecurities, even heroes. She knew that Bakugou and Kirishima did as well, although it came out in different ways.

"Thanks, Kirishima," Uraraka told him, reaching out to squeeze his hand.

Kirishima winked at her. "I mean, any time you're down for an intimate encounter on the ceiling…" She smacked him on the leg with her free hand again and he laughed once more.

"You all having fun out there without me, you bastards!" Bakugou screamed from the bedroom, his voice only slightly muffled. Uraraka pulled her hand away as she and Kirishima cringed, no longer able to avoid why they were here in the first place. "You're literally driving me up a wall! Let me down, Uraraka, or I swear to everything, you're going to regret it!"

Sighing, Uraraka unfolded her legs and set her feet back down on the ground. "I already do."

"So what are we going to do about this?" Kirishima asked her. "Do we just wait or call an ambulance? Did no one figure out a cure for this quirk once a person is affected?"

"Well, the woman who was caught being intimate with her boyfriend at the hospital…" Uraraka really did not want to bring this up, but it had to be said. She'd originally thought that maybe the quirk had just worn off, but judging from the nature of this quirk and Bakugou's erratic behavior, she knew that she was wrong. "Afterwards, she was fine, back to normal. Plenty confused and exhausted, but she was completely coherent."

"Oh." Kirishima swallowed a lump in his throat. "That is...one hell of a cure."

Uraraka didn't think her cheeks could handle blushing much longer. Her whole body felt hot now. "We don't even know if...one time would work. Apparently, they went at it for a while before the occupant next door complained that someone was watching, uh, porn in the other room."

"So if we want Bakugou to go back to normal right away…"

They connected eyes and burst out into hysterical, panicked laughter at the same time, pressing their hands to their mouth to try to stop themselves.

Once she'd managed to contain herself, Uraraka slid her hands from her mouth to cover her eyes. This could not be real. When she'd pictured doing something with Bakugou, it had not been under any of these circumstances and she had not been talking about it so upfront with Kirishima, who was also into him. She was going to have weird dreams about this until she was on her deathbed. It brought up way too many uncomfortable feelings that she did not want to figure out.

"We can't do that," Kirishima said, dropping his hands. "It's not right with him under the influence of that quirk."

"I know."

"Even if he did want to do it before getting hit with the quirk, even if it's just taken out his control, it feels wrong. He's not in his right mind."

"Agreed."

Kirishima fixed her with a look. "Besides, it wouldn't be fair to us either."

She hadn't thought of it that way - that it would be a sacrifice on their part - but now that he'd said it, she couldn't help but agree. As usual, she had only been considering how he might feel about the whole thing and not what it would mean for her. Uraraka knew that she was sometimes too sentimental, but she could admit that she wanted a little romance.

"Let me see your phone real quick," Kirishima said. "I want to look something up in the documents real quick." She handed it over to him. As he searched through it, she tugged at her uniform again. She'd still not changed out of her hero costume, only getting rid of the excess gear, and she was getting really uncomfortable, especially after that whole fiasco on the kitchen table, but she had nothing to change into. "I've got an idea."

That distracted Uraraka from her costume situation. "Yeah?"

"Goddamnit, you assholes!" Bakugou shouted, a loud bang against the bedroom door that startled Uraraka. He must've managed to scoot towards it on the ceiling.

Kirishima gave her a grim look. "Bakugou is not going to like it one bit." She didn't think he would like anything if it didn't involve him mauling one of them, maybe both. Oh boy, now there was a thought. She was going to give herself a headache or a heart attack at this rate. She had to get her mind out of the gutter, but it was hard. "So, with the second victim, his girlfriend came to visit with her best friend. The guy started acting crazy with her, so she had to leave the room. The doctors didn't know what was going on at the time - they thought it was a domestic spat - so the best friend went in there to confront him for scaring his girlfriend and he just stopped."

Uraraka furrowed her brow. "She was able to cancel it out?"

"That's what it reads like to me," Kirishima said with a shrug of his shoulders. "He went right back to it when the girlfriend came back in though."

"I wonder why."

"Well, he kept shouting for the friend to get out of the room, called her some pretty nasty names." Kirishima handed her phone back to her so that she could look through what he'd been reading. "It sounded like he really didn't like her at all."

Uraraka hummed thoughtfully. "So his feelings for her were like the opposite of attraction." He nodded his head. She looked up at him. "Okay, so if someone who Bakugou doesn't like comes over, then maybe the quirk will be inhibited around them until it completely wears off, as long as we stay away."

A weak smile crossed Kirishima's face. "I've got the perfect person in mind."

It hit Uraraka like one of Bakugou's explosions to the face. "Oh no. He is really not going to like that."

But it was either that or the hospital and she had a feeling that Bakugou would rather ride this quirk out without being subjected to doctors. He hated getting checked up by their medic at work, preferring to tend to his wounds on his own. He didn't like anyone to know when he was injured or it made him think people were looking at him like he was weak.

"If this doesn't work, he goes to the hospital," Uraraka sighed. "Either way, there's going to be some serious consequences."

Whatever. They would get passed them. She had to make sure he was okay. If not for Bakugou pushing her out of the way, it would've been her affected with this weird lust quirk and she did not want to think about what might've happened then. She probably would've tried climbing Bakugou like a tree at work. Now that would've been humiliating. She would've had to change her name and flee the country. She wasn't quite sure if she wouldn't have to do that now once the quirk wore off Bakugou.

"Well, this has been an enlightening day," Kirishima quipped as Uraraka made the phone call.

Uraraka blew a tired raspberry. Seriously. It was exhausting.