Standing in the middle of her room, Bakugo looked around in the darkness confused as to what was going on. Everything was still, laughter floated to him from downstairs, nothing was wrong. So why couldn't he breathe? He'd felt things like this before, but only after he would lose. He didn't lose though; he beat those boys easily before Aizawa showed up and stopped him. So why couldn't he breathe?

Pulling at the collar of his shirt he fell into Haru's waiting arms, guiding him safely to the floor. Gripping onto his chest in pain he leaned his head into her, his eyes squeezed shut. He couldn't bare to look at her, the feeling of failure consuming him every time he saw any of her wounds.

"You don't have to look." She cooed, her fingers threading through his hair, massaging his scalp. "Just breathe with me. In thought your nose, slowly and deeply. Now out through your mouth." As he followed her instructions, his head sunk lower and lower until he was bent over resting it in her lap. Her fingers combing through his hair, her hand rubbing his back and shoulders.

"It's my fault." He choaked out after his breathing got under control and his heart calmed down.

"It's not." She didn't know that he knew about how the boys got more aggressive with her once it became known that she was Bakugo's girl. Their way of challenging him without having to face him.

"Once we got to the rat's office, one of the friends spilled everything. You can't tell me this isn't my fault." He challenged, his hands curling he stopped himself from igniting his quirk, the last thing he needed was for her to think any of his anger was at her.

"They're the one's with problems." Her hand rubbing along his right arm, the pain from pushing his quirk quickly fading.

"My attitude, the way I act." He started, but she wouldn't have it.

"I love everything about you. I'll never ask you to change."

"But—" he tried to argue looking up at her, she smiled warmly but her eyes told him not to challenge her on this. One battle he could never win, he was fine with losing only to her.

"Don't you dare insult the love of my life." She growled with a smile. "I won't let anyone get away with it."

"Even me?"

"Especially you." She whispered into his kiss. Crossing his legs, he pulled her to sit on his lap, his kisses barely touching her as he kissed every wound on her beautiful skin. Leaning back against the bed he unzipped Shinso's jacket, tossing it roughly at the door once she was free of it. Unbuttoning her uniform it was quickly discarded to the floor with her bra. Cupping one breast he teased her nipple while he claimed the other with his mouth with the other. His other hand was pulling her closer into him as she bucked against his growing excitement until her tail flicked and touched one of his toes on it's way. Sliding his hand down he wrapped some of his fingers around the base of her tail, her body tensing, her eyes lighting up to match his own. Gently stroking along her tail in time with her grinding his chest puffed with pride when she came, falling against him.

Pulling himself free from his pants, she pulled her underwear to the side and slid down over him. The thought alone that she was willing to let him take her like this enough to get him excited and ready to go. Fully inside her, he held onto her hips, her breast bouncing in his face as he slowly thrust into her. Last time he went wild, pounding into her with speed and force. This time he went slow, licking at her chest, nipping at her skin, breathing out his love for her with each snap of his hips. Drenched in sweat smelling of burnt sugar, he started to pick up the pace. Throwing his head back he watched her ride him, her hands tangled in his hair and clinging to his chest. Pushing himself deeper into her, he felt a pop. They both froze in place for a moment, Haru throwing her head back, her back arching, trembling. Growling Bakugo couldn't hold it in anymore, with his head in her cervix even the smallest movement she made felt almost too much. Snapping his hips he pushed in further, his face drowning between her breast.

His eyes shot open. I didn't bring a condom! The thought screamed in his head as he came into her. He was the guy; it was his responsibility. He didn't think to have any kept in her room, he didn't have one in his pocket. While waiting on the steps for her to come back it never occurred that they might have sex. Besides the first time and now, they only fucked in his room, he took a strange pleasure in knowing the other boys could hear him taking her. But they were in his room, and now they were already done. Slowly he looked up at her, a string of every curse word he knew, in every language he knew—Haru had been teaching him bad words in English so he could scream them at his friends—were screaming in his head.

"What's wrong?" she asked tenderly pulling herself off of him.

"I—" he stammered. You have to tell her! "I forgot." She caught on fast, her eyes widening as she looked down to see that, no he wasn't joking.

"Well fuck." She said in English before laughing and returning to Japanese. "What's done is done."

"Haru…" he started.

"Relax, I'll grab the morning after pill or something. You're not going to be a daddy just yet."

"Yet?" he repeated, his mind going off. His quirk was explosion, he took pride that everything about him reflected that, his personality, his mood, even his hair. "Why not?" he demanded with a low growl and a crooked wide smile.

"You need to slow down sometimes Katsuki." She scolded with a light giggle.

"You're going to be my wife anyways. Come here, I'm going to give you a baby." Grabbing onto her fingertips he tugged trying to get her to come back to him. Smiling down at him she pulled her hand away, tossing some wipes to him. He caught them out of the air and proceeded to clean himself while Haru collected her shower supplies.

"No thanks. I would like to avoid teen pregnancy if I can." She answered from the closet, pulling out her shower kit, towel, and sleeping clothes.

"Fine." He sighed in defeat. "So… when you turn twenty?" he knew full well she was the youngest in the class, by the time she turned twenty, he would be turning twenty-one a month later.

"Katsuki, calm down." She locked her eyes with his. "I love you; I really do. But we don't need to rush anything, I'm not going anywhere."