BNHA
"Midoriya, Kirishima, your up. Get in position." As usual for a Monday morning Mr Aizawa sounded about two strong coffees away from comatose.
Eijiro stomped forward, already twitchy. He caught Bakugou's eye as he left the group, red eyes meeting red. The blond sneered at him and bumped his shoulder on the way passed. Not even saying anything about 'fucking Deku' taking his sweet time. Kirishima ground his teeth and bit his cheek, forcing himself to stay silent. It was his own thoughtless, heated words that had caused their argument to begin with.
Clenching his fists, nails digging into his skin, Eijiro braced himself low. Midoriya, cinnamon roll that he was, tried to give him an encouraging smile. Kiri bared his teeth in return, eager for Mr Aizawa to start. He wanted to hit something.
With what seemed like herculean effort Mr Aizawa sighed into his whistle. Signaling the start of the fight with a mournful, warbling 'tweeeerrrrrtttttt'.
Eijiro threw himself forward, skin rippling as it hardened. His knuckles cracked and spiked as he swung with all his strength. There was a yelp and a green flash, his fist striking the ground hard enough to break it, dust and gravel spraying into the air. His hardening reached his head, teeth pushing forward through his receding lips to make a horrifying snarl. Green flickers of lightening raced up Midoriya's legs as he bounced away.
Snarling Eijiro swung again. And again and again as Midoriya continued to slip away. His rage and frustration burned hotter with every near miss. Fueling his wild swings and dying his vision red.
He was just so fucking pissed off! At everything! His lack of sleep, school, his shitty quirk, Kaminari and Sero for never taking things seriously. At Bakugou, for being the most stubborn, complicated, hypocritical, hot headed, abrasive bastard to ever live.
At himself, for ruining it all.
Petty, mean spirited words causing his friends to avoid him. His own guilty conscience just fueling his irritation. All of this building up until Bakugou's rough edges were rubbing him raw. Until he was snapping and snarling at his best friend. Alerting the whole class to his foul mood with their shouting match.
Just thinking about it had his chest bubbling hot with anger even as his stomach dropped with dread and his eyes stung with frustrated tears. He hated feeling angry. He hated feeling tired. He hated fighting with his friends, and he despaired at the cold look in his best friends crimson eyes. The distance that had opened between them.
Eijiro actually liked Bakugou. He had worked so hard to be the abrasive teenagers friend. Worming his way into his life and patiently carving out a place by his side, piece by angry stubborn piece. He wanted to be someone the anxious explosive boy could rely on. Someone he could relax with. Someone he could feel good being with.
All ruined because of a few sleepless nights and mean words.
Better to stay angry than cry.
Eijiro snarled, taking a lightening fast kick to his side and feeling his hardening chip away. Red eyes met red.
Bakugou held his gaze and sneered, scathingly silent. He gave a single dismissive snort.
Eijiro erupted, growling like an animal as he unclenched his fists and dropped his guard. Rage burned within him and he channeled it into his hardening, pushing himself further. His claws become talons. Teeth sharpening to fangs, monstrously protruding from his cratered mouth. His eyes fractured and broke, red splintered irises focusing in on his opponent.
Midoriya kicked off from the ground and Eijiro's thoughts crystallized, clear and sharp as he tracked the flashing green hero with a single minded intensity. His muscles tensed as he readied to pounce.
Midoriya bounced in close, throwing a kick at his newly opened side. Eijiro swiped out on reflex, talons looking to impale his prey and wrestle him down.
Midoriya yelped, contorting his body to avoid the serrated flesh. A thin line of blood appeared across his stomach, costume splitting open as he avoided the swipe by a hairs breadth. Snarling Eijiro pressed his attack, letting the kicks and punches deflect of his hardened shoulders. Spikes of his skin drawing bloody lines across Midoriya's knuckles.
Eijiro growled, a sound like two rocks being gargled together. His mouth wide and gaping as he gasped through the leaden weight of his hardened flesh. Adrenalin buzzed through his bones. His sense sharpened. Pain laced through his aching jaw. His heart thundered in the prison of his flesh. Strong and hot with rage.
A twitch of a finger. A flash of green. Moving prey. Instinct.
Stop.
Eijiro stilled. The only sound his own rhythmic growls. His flesh froze to stone. He could taste salt.
His jaw throbbed with the urge to press down. His teeth itched with the need to grind. Distantly, muted through his hardened ears, he heard a terrified squeak.
Slowly Eijiro dragged his still fractured vision across the room. Red eyes met wide startled red. Bakugou having taken half a startled step forward. Arms uncrossed and tensed for an explosion.
The urge stabbed through him. Pounding against his head. The skin of his neck hardened further, locking his convulsing jaw. He groaned, a thrumming rumbling roar, chest heaving and creaking like the shift of continents as instinct pressed in on him.
"Kirishima" said someone, far away.
Just a little bite. A small nibble. That was all he needed.
There was an unpleasant tingle across his flesh, hardening softening in an instant. It caused him to jump, mind racing with the vulnerability. His eyes darted to the dry eyed crimson stare of his teacher. Dark messy hair floated around Mr Aizawa's head as he canceled Eijiro's quirk with his own.
"Kirishima" Mr Aizawa barked, intense and frightening. "Put Midoriya down. Now."
What? Midoriya? What about Midoriya? Eijiro tried to wet his dried mouth, tongue running over the warm salt of another's throat. Teeth, unhardened but still sharp, pressing firmly to the others pulse. A thin, reedy breath whistled between them.
Hanging delicately between his incisors hung Midroiya Caught in mid movement by the back of his neck and transfixed in wide eyed terror. Powerless as a mouse snatched up by a cat.
Eijiro savored the taste of sweat on his tongue. The spice of fear in his nose. The press of soft flesh under his canines. He could almost taste the thick, salty blood. The sweet tender meat. His mouth grew wet with saliva, his stomach rumbled.
Eijiro grunted, surprised at his own reaction. What was he doing!?
He opened his mouth, pushing Midoriya away from him with force and stumbling back. He swallowed, then swallowed again as the saliva continued to well in his mouth. The scent of warm flushed flesh was cloying. The aching want to feel the snap of bone, the sharp iron of blood and the sweet, sweet taste of meat lanced through him. His jaw spasmed with desire. A growl slipped forth into a gasp as his thoughts continued to spin.
Eijiro forced his jaw to open, muscles cramping with the effort. Heaving in huge gulping mouthfuls of air he watched as Midoriya scrambled away from him, one hand pressed firmly to his neck. Perspirations wetting his brow in fear.
Horrified Eijiro's eyes widened. What had he done? "I'm sorry! I didn't mean too!"
Mr Aizawa moved between them. Hair slowly flopping back into his face as he released his quirk.
"I'm sorry!" Shame overwhelmed Eijiro in an instant.
Someone in the class coughed. An awkward silence descended as Eijiro waited for his judgment, mind blank. What the hell had he been thinking? He'd never done anything like that before! What if he hurt Midoriya? Had he hurt Midoriya!?
Mr Aizawa's shoulders slowly relaxed. "Enough. Kirishima's win. Midoriya do you need to go to Recovery Girl?" The freckled boy, still slightly shaking, gulped and slowly lowered his hand. Their were indents on his neck, enough to bruise faintly, but the skin was hole and unbroken. Eijiro felt faint with relief.
"Good. Tokoyami, Ida get up here. And Kirishima," Eijiro froze, chills racing down his spine. "While it is important for a hero to be ready to use any and all tools at their disposal to subdue villains, there is a time and place for such measures. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir. Sorry sir. Wont happen again."
Mr Aizawa gave him a long assessing look "we'll see."
Eijiro fled to the others the moment his teacher reached for his eye drops. Head ducked and shoulders up as he shuffled his way over to Kaminari and Sero. His irritation at the two forgotten with the flush of shame.
"Dude, what the hell?" asked Kaminari.
Eijiro whined, long and suffering. He licked his lips and then slammed his jaw shut hard enough to feel his teeth crack when he tasted salt. "It was a reflex."
"Fucking kinky reflex" grumbled Bakugou, rough voice carrying. "What are you, a fucking shark furry?"
Eijiro flamed red, head snapping up in surprise. "What! No!"
"Green nerds get you all hot and bothered? Or do you just like licking Deku's fucking neck?"
Eijiro flush grew to luminous levels as Sero broke out into startled laughter and Kaminari descended into a surprised coughing fit. Midoriya squeaked loudly, limbs flailing all over his face in embarrassment as he blushed to his roots.
"I don't like Midoriya!" cried Eijiro. A zing of pleasure shooting through him. Bakugou was talking to him again!
"Slobbering all over the broccoli dweeb. You fucking dog."
"D-Dude, stop! Kaminari's dying" spluttered Sero, leaning heavily on Bakugou's shoulder, getting a snarl in return. Kaminari continued to wheeze in silent laughter, gasping in thin reedy breaths.
"Oooooohh, are we talking about Kiri's love bite? Didn't know you had it in you babe! So animal" snickered Ashido, linking her arms with the redhead. Eijiro whined once again. He hated his friends.
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