Since ch6 existed, this chapter should exist too. Hoho, this is the longest chapter of the story yet

And yes, this chapter is the reason ratings went up to M. I mean, you can skip over those parts in the next chapters, if you want. If you want the more explicit version of the scene, you can head over to AO3

Chapter 8: fireflies are the best wingmen

Katsuki groaned, hands gripping at toned legs, fingers splayed on smooth skin. There were arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails digging into his back as he moved into the heat, the sparks of pain making him delirious.

Maybe he was; he wasn't sure. All Katsuki knew was the heat spreading in him, and he was drunk on the crackle of energy– of the smell of rain and earth permeating every cell in his body.

The air crackled with the energy of two gods, both drunk on the melding of fire and rain– of demon and divine.

He was close, so close.

Hands slid along his shoulders and neck, cradling his face, bringing him down to face glowing emerald eyes. The moonlight danced upon freckles that spread across the rain god's existence.

"Kacchan. Kacchan." Izuku breathed against Katsuki's lips, almost touching but not. The rain god's eyes glowed brighter, drawing the fire god into the limitless depths of the sea.

"Come for me, Kacchan."

Katsuki woke up to a fire.

He swore under his breath as he put out the fires spreading throughout the shrine, patting down the stray flame that snuck onto his yukata.

So here he was, Bakugou Katsuki, the greatest motherfucking god in existence, fixing up his almost burned down shrine after having a wet dream. And having to wear his shitty backup yukata after his usual one got... ruined.

"Woah, Katsuki-sama! What happened here, dude? I just wiped down the altar and floors yesterday."

"Shut your fucking complaining, Tape Arms, and clean this shit up before the mortals wake up." Katsuki threw the broom at Sero, the demon fumbling with it.

"Uh, sorry to pop your bubble, man, but they're on their way here right now."

"Ha?! What the fuck for?"

Sero shrugged and began cleaning up the ashes and splintered wood, stomping on a couple sparks that threatened to breathe air.

"Well, the shrine was on fire for a couple minutes, you know."

"That wasn't me." Oh crap, the response was too fucking fast. Judging by the asshole's raised brow and grin, Katsuki knew the demon saw through him.

"Suuuure."

Katsuki growled, throwing a piece of wood from the collapsed beam at his assistant. "You're a disrespectful little shit. I should have you replaced, dammit."

"Ah, my apologies, Katsuki-sama," Sero bowed low, his head popping off and rolling on the floor, the shit-eating grin still plastered on his face. "Please, I beg of you, don't fire the only one who can keep your shrine from collapsing."

The fire god flipped him off (another one of the expressions that got passed down to the idiot humans).

As Katsuki walked out, for good measure, he stomped. The action shook the building, making a couple of burnt wooden beams fall on the demon.

"Ow!"

If someone saw the fire god walk with a spring to his step, a couple of his hair strands at the back burnt, no one dared to point it out.

Only later, when the adrenaline of the morning rush died down, did Katsuki realize what happened.

"Son of a bitch." A nearby bush set on fire.

Fuck, even just thinking about it made him lose control. Katsuki extinguished it in an instant, mind going back to more important matters than angry tree nymphs who swore at him.

Like, the fact that he had a wet dream.

A very lovely wet dream, a voice that strangely sounded like Purple Balls whispered in his ear. He whipped his head, hands outstretched to wrangle that little shit's neck.

There was nothing.

"Okay, Katsuki, calm down," The fire god pinched the bridge of his nose. "Just.. you're not going crazy, alright? You're just pent-up and that's why you dreamt of–"

Glowing green eyes rivaling any gem. Nails raking lines down his back, leaving trails of fire. Moans spilling from lips like an orchestra of fire and wind. The taste of rain and death on skin touched by moonlight.

"Of..." Another bush gets set on fire.

The fire god thinks there were enraged screeches thrown at him, with forest nymphs rushing to control the fire from burning down the greenery.

Okay, so maybe he shouldn't have gone to the forest to process his feeli– thoughts.

In Katsuki's defense, the forest had become one of the very few places in the mortal realm that calmed him. Actually, now that he thought about it, it might have something to do with the fact that the green reminded him of the shitty nerd who probably had freckles everywhe–

This time a tree gets set on fire, and Katsuki hightails it the fuck out of there before the nymphs stage an uprising against him.

The fire god decides to just do what he did best as a Bakugou when it came to complicated shit:

Leave the fucking problem to future Katsuki.

He thinks the bloody old hag would be proud of him.

"So–"

"–Bakubro–"

"–what's your plan for–"

"–the summer festival?"

His brow twitched.

"Any plans–"

"–maybe about a certain–"

"–rain god with–"

"–the greenest eyes?"

Katsuki crushed the empty can of the spicy-flavored energy drink in his hand, crimson eyes glaring at the leering grins of the shitty extras.

He looked down at the pack of 6 cans at his side. He should've fucking known it was a trap.

"Go fuck yourselves, meddling pieces of shit." He swiped another can, opening it and chugging it down his throat. It was a fucking trap, but it didn't mean he couldn't get the best out of it.

Katsuki had something called manners that these suspicious idiots didn't have when they barged in his shrine, dropping out of nowhere.

Kirishima wasn't fazed by the abrasive behavior, throwing an arm around the fire god. "Come on, Bakubro! This is the perfect chance!"

"Perfect chance for what?" The blonde grunted, taking another swig.

"For a romantic date, man!"

For the record, Katsuki did not spit out his drink like those in shitty mortal dramas. He wasn't that lame or cliché.

What he did was choke on it like a fucking loser, the shark demon having to Heimlich the poison drink out of him. His respect for Shitty Hair grew through it all, and murderous intent for Pikachu and Raccoon Eyes went up to dangerous levels as they laughed their asses off.

Though Tape Arms didn't laugh, Katsuki planned to lock his head in a box later for that shitty grin.

"Aww, Bakugou, are you that shy?" Mina cooed at the demon-god, sidestepping the fireball thrown her way.

The fire god scowled, lips curling in a snarl. "The fuck–"

"Oh, Katsuki-chan," Kaminari threw an arm around the still coughing blonde, the lightning god patting him on the back. "It's totally fine to chicken out you know? I feel you, dude. The first time I tried asking out someone I almost pissed–"

Those who were going up the shrine steps paused, hesitating to continue further along. They weren't sure what they were hearing, but the sound of growls, an explosion, and an ear-splitting shriek made them turn back.

Their prayers could wait.

Meanwhile, Kaminari was mourning his burnt hair, and Kirishima was lecturing (trying, anyway) Katsuki who sported a smug look on his face.

"I ain't scared of shit, bitch."

Ha, that's what the shitty extras get for implying that he was afraid and shy and all that crap–

"Okay," Kirishima shrugged and showed him one of the posters plastered around for Red Lion's annual summer festival. "Then ask him out, bro. Easy peasy."

Katsuki froze.

He really, really shouldn't have accepted the stupid energy drinks.

Looking at the 3 pairs of eyes sporting a challenging look, the fire god gritted his teeth. As much as he still had to unpack a lot of shit about the nerd– especially that bitch of a dream– and would rather not see his stupid smiling face for years, he can't.

Because Bakugous never back down from a goddamn challenge.

Snatching the poster from Kirishima's hand, he growled. "This is going to be the best fucking date ever, assholes."

Katsuki was fucked.

He was so utterly screwed that he had to stomp out the urge to go to his old man and ask for advice. Advice for what?

For asking someone out on a goddamn date, because what the hell does he even say?

"Hey. You and me. Red Lion at sundown."

Ugh, that sounded like he was challenging the rain god to a fight. Though it had been some time since they last sparred and he was itching for– no, focus, Katsuki!

"Deku, you... let me show you why my town's way cooler than yours."

That didn't sound half as bad, but it didn't sound like he was asking out the idiot. Izuku was oblivious as fuck that it was incredibly annoying and adorable. There was only so much of spewing lines like 'I never need to see the sun again because your eyes light up my world' or 'Was your father a thief? 'Cause someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes' that Katsuki could do.

He still remembered how the fucktard nerd went on a long ass rant about Mirio's irreplaceable role in the universe and how all gods were somehow thieves in a roundabout manner as they stole places in the stars.

It was like flirting with a shitty trampoline that bounced off all his lines to fuck knows where.

Katsuki breathed in and out. Alright, he's a fucking genius. He could do this shit. It's just words that he needs to string together and say out loud.

"Izuku. There's this stupid summer festival my humans are holding and.. wanna come with me? Like, fuck, you know.. as a date, whatever. Not that I care if you said yes or something."

"You... don't?"

In retrospect, Katsuki should've known better than try all of these right at the Midoriya shrine's doorstep. He should've flipped off his pride and sat down with the shitty extras to brainstorm his speech.

The fire god turned, agonizingly slowly, until he was facing the subject of his dreams since Izuku was bathed in fire and golden light, looking to be more divine than anyone he saw.

Okay, Katsuki, this is it. This is your moment to become the smooth-ass motherfucker that you are. Go forth, my man.

"I... amgoingthefuckhomeandyoudidnthearshit."

Nice.

Katsuki was fucked. Utterly fucked. He turned on his feet, stumbling, before rushing the draw of power to get the fuck out of there before he made a fool out of himself more than he already had.

And maybe live as a hermit for a couple centuries. Easy.

He could already see his future– tending to a couple of stupid sheep, planting silly fruits and shit, away from all the shitty extras and this embarrassing situation.

It looked sweet and alluring. Perfect.

Then he was drenched in water, and that future washed away into the drain, along with Katsuki's hopes and dreams. Before he could even begin mourning it, hands– very familiar hands grabbed his shoulders and turned him.

Making a drenched fire god face to face with a flushed rain god.

"Kacchan! Don't leave!"

Katsuki opened his mouth, about to point out that he literally can't because the shitty nerd just drenched his ass but didn't get to.

Because Izuku was shaking him, making the fire god spread water everywhere like a goddamn pomeranian.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to eavesdrop on you! Well, actually, is it considered eavesdropping if you're talking to yourself? Or, oh, were you talking to Hagakure? I mean, sometimes she drops by and I can't really see her during the day–"

Amidst the goddamn muttering, Izuku was still shaking the fire god. If the greennette wasn't so cute, looking all flustered and biting his nails, Katsuki would've burned those stupid scarred hands off long ago.

So he didn't do anything, just allowing himself to be shaken (not that he could do anything at all with his mind still short-circuited)

"–is it overhear, instead? Not eavesdrop? But I'm not sure if I should be sorry since you were just standing before my shrine so I– Ugh, that's not the point!"

Izuku huffed, puffing out his cheeks. He seemed to pull himself together, a resolved and determined look in his eyes. The rain god tightened his hold on Katsuki's very nice arms– wow, just wow– and looked straight into crimson eyes.

He breathed in, then out.

"Yes."

Katsuki blinked a couple times, his mind still rebooting. "Yes?"

The fire god thinks he actually died on the way to Green Valley, and this was the afterlife where he's rewarded for all he's done.

Because he was awarded by the sight of watching Izuku's blush spread tantalizingly slowly from his neck up to his face, the flush taking over the expanse of freckles before resting on the high of his cheeks.

Then Izuku smiled, the corners of his lips turning, almost shy in nature. "Yes, I'll go on a date with you."

Oh.

"Oh," Katsuki gulped, his throat suddenly dry. "Cool, whatever."

His mind was still fixing itself up, but thank fuck that his body had a mind of its own.

He brought his hands up to Izuku's, fingers tracing over the scars decorating it like brush strokes over a canvas. Izuku's breath hitched as Katsuki continued tracing the scars until every one of them was touched and worshipped.

The fire god looked back up into glazed green eyes, grinning. Without taking his eyes away, he pulled Izuku's hands from his shoulders, bringing them to his lips.

"Don't be late, shitty nerd."

Izuku's breath stuttered, the feel of Katsuki's lips brushing lightly over his knuckles feeling like the burn of thousand suns.

"Fuck."

The fire god didn't even bother hiding his smile.

A man stumbled and crashed against the dumpster, lip split, a couple bruises blooming across his face. He winced but got back up and punched the other man back, sending the latter sprawling back out from the alley.

"Oof, that's bad."

Jirou winced when the man on the ground spit out a tooth, snarling before tackling the other, fists pummeling.

"And it's already 4 o'clock, Kyouka-sama," Satou grimaced and handed her a styrofoam cup of black coffee. "The festival's supposed to start at 6."

There was another crash and some jeers when the humans started throwing things at each other, nasty words and glares spitting and hurling.

"Damn, since when did this start, Bakugou?" Jirou turned to the blonde beside her, the fire god looking upon the scene with a scowl.

It was a pretty scowl, though, with the added eyeliner of Mina's concoction (a good mix of demon blood and damned soul's tears). Even Jirou was impressed with the delicate embroidery sewn in the fire god's yukata, each thread thrumming with his energy.

"Since Monday."

"...You know it's Friday today, right?"

Katsuki grunted, crimson eyes never leaving the escalating fight that now involved almost the whole block, women brandishing their heels. He didn't flinch when some women were tearing each other's hair out. He did flinch when one kneed a guy in the balls.

Jirou whistled at that appreciatively. "What are they fighting about anyway? I thought summer's usually a good mood time for humans?"

Katsuki sighed, leaning back against a pole. "For most humans, yeah. Not these shitty idiots, though. This is the time when they usually started grilling those who owed them fucking cash. And when some couldn't pay..."

He trails off, eyes going back to the scene just in time to see one idiot dislocate a guy's shoulder.

"Wow," Jirou sipped at her coffee. "You're screwed, man."

Katsuki just gave her a look that said: ya think?

"Well," Kaminari butted in, munching on a bag of pineapple-flavored chips. "You could do that, you know."

"That? What are you–"The fire god stopped mid-snarl, face morphing into a pensive look. "Huh. I could."

Jirou hummed in agreement, holding out the empty cup which Satou refilled. She was still looking at the humans fight, just a couple blocks away from the festival's venue.

The music goddess munched on stolen chips (ignoring Kaminari's protests) as she watched another woman beat the shit out of a man.

This was why he liked visiting Katsuki, really.

Sometimes, when the humans became a bit too unruly or panicked, the gods could, for a moment, make their presence known. Most of the time, it was subtle– a visit in dreams, a whisper in the ear carried by the wind, and all that crap.

Katsuki didn't do subtle.

He preferred going straight to the fucking point, no go-arounds and whatever. Doing all that had the chance of misinterpretation, making an effort useless in the end.

So, that's why the fire demon-god didn't do subtle.

Katsuki looked over at the panicking shrine attendants, the mortals running to and fro like headless chickens.

Great, he broke his humans.

Really though, was it his fault if the slabs of meat got scared shitless at the message he sent? It wasn't even that threatening, and it's one of his best and tame works.

Katsuki nods, agreeing with the self-justification of the candle fires at the shrine transforming into the message:

Stop fighting, idiots, and do your shitty festival

He thinks it's a pretty good message considering he managed to omit, 'cuz I have date assholes', from it.

So he's not entirely sure why the hell Dunce Face was laughing his ass off and going on Keddit, and Shitty Hair was shaking his head and patting Katsuki on the back. Tape Arms was glaring at him and muttering insults. Even fucking Raccoon Eyes was cackling and taking pictures with that bloody phone, pings and buzzing coming from it.

One of the shrine maidens crashed into the altar, incense and offerings scattering on the floor.

Katsuki thumps his head on the wall.

All he wanted was a perfect date, dammit.

By some goddamn miracle (courtesy of Mind Fucker, who Katsuki now owes a favor to), Red Lion's summer festival went off without a hitch.

The whole street leading to the shrine's steps was cleared out for the weekend, stalls lined up and bustling with activity. The sun had set a long time ago, but the area was bright with lights strung along poles, lanterns popping up with their intricate designs of dragons and suns. Even the usually untouched shrine steps were illuminated by fairy lights at every odd step.

All in all, it was the same shit Katsuki saw every year.

The fire god occasionally popped over depending on his mood, but he got bored after the first couple of ones. Who wanted to keep seeing shitty humans make a fool out of themselves trying to impress their dates?

"Kacchan!"

Ha, pot calling the kettle black.

Katsuki watched as Izuku rushed over to him, apologizing to the mortals he bumped into even when all he got were glares and muttered insults at his back.

Well, now the fire god knew who he was sending nightmares after tonight.

He spotted his stupid friends– meddlesome extras hiding in the bushes. Kaminari and Kirishima were giving him thumbs-up, and the bitch demon and Sero were making obscene, kissy faces at him.

Assholes.

He shifted on his feet (fuck no, he wasn't nervous), hand tugging at the snug yukata around his shoulders. Ugh, stupid mortals and their aversion to even partial nudity. Having to wear his yukata properly just added to the discomfort he felt in maintaining a glamour.

It wouldn't do to have a human see his slit eyes and fangs when– if he lost control, after all.

"Hey, nerd. Took you fucking long enough."

Fuuck that was so uncool, Katsuki, you little shit–

"Oh, um," Izuku blushed, hands revealing a pair of kitsune masks. "I just, uh, got sidetracked."

Then the rain god went on his toes, face too fucking close to Katsuki's. There was still a blush along Izuku's cheeks as he placed the mask around the blonde's head, the kitsune snug against golden locks.

Oh.

Okay, cool.

Katsuki released a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. The mask was stupid, his yukata was stupid, the noisy humans laughing and selling their wares were stupid.

He looked at Izuku, the rain god struggling to fit the mask on himself, flinching at the string.

But this date with Izuku was anything but stupid.

Taking the mask from the adorable clumsy nerd, Katsuki holds Izuku's face still as he placed it over soft as fuck green locks. "There, shitty Deku."

It was meant to be a slight but came off as a breathless whisper, with their faces a few inches from the other. Suddenly realizing their proximity, both gods separated, blushing like crazy.

Trying (and failing) to calm his stupid heart, Katsuki cleared his throat and offered his hand.

"Come on. We have a date to get to... Izuku."

When Izuku beams at him, his smile rivaling any light strung by mortal hands tonight, and takes Katsuki's hand, he felt his heart stop.

If Katsuki was going to survive their first fucking date, he's gonna have to know if gods die when their hearts-that-shouldn't-exist stop.

"Oof!"

The bell at the top dinged, slightly cracking before it fell on the ground, split in half.

The man's jaw dropped, disbelief on his face. Then he turned his burning beady eyes on the greennette who looked confused and guilty at the broken contraption.

"You–! You're an athlete, aren't ya? Fuckin' cheat, ya told me ya just a traveler!"

"Um, I am!"

"Yeah?" The man crossed his arms, huffing. "What ya job then, asshole?"

"Uh.." Izuku pursed his lips, mind running through all options before settling on one. "Oh! I'm a meteorologist."

The rain god glared at the snickering blonde beside him, elbowing him in the stomach. While Katsuki wheezed and clutched his stomach, Izuku's gaze went back to the broken bell, a pang of guilt going through him.

"Bullshit! You're a fuckin' liar and I oughta make ya ass pay for this–"

The man stopped his tirade, face going a deathly white. His beady eyes darted from Izuku to something behind him before stuttering excuses about customers and running away.

Izuku sighed, turning to the fire god who looked bored. But the rain god wasn't fooled one bit, spotting the holes in the other's glamour.

"Kacchan."

"Deku."

"Kacchan." Izuku puffed his cheeks, arms at his hips as he glared at the teasing grin on Katsuki's face.

The fire god rolled his eyes. "Oh come on, would you have fucking preferred he call the cops on us for destruction of property?"

Izuku opened his mouth, ready to retort that no, but that doesn't mean you had to scare and probably traumatize the human for life, but didn't get to, with Katsuki dragging him away from the scene of the crime– er, from the game.

"Kac–"

"Izuku," Katsuki grumbled, and the rain god couldn't stop the flutter in his chest at the name. He stopped in his tracks, crimson eyes turning to him. "Do you want to spend the rest of our date on that fucker?"

Date.

Even now, amidst string lights, glowing lanterns, and roaming humans, Izuku still couldn't believe that this was one. A date. A date with Kacchan.

He bit his lip, ducking his head, and looked up through his eyelashes. The greennette shyly reached to take Katsuki's hand, intertwining his fingers with the other.

"No."

"Good," Katsuki squeezed his hand back, shooting the rain god a blinding grin that didn't fail to make his heart(?) beat wildly in his chest.

Then that grin turned malicious, crimson eyes glinting with mischief. "Let's wreck these motherfuckers and show them who's the best, Deku."

Izuku was pretty sure dates aren't supposed to consist of literally trying every booth game and screaming 'DIE' at their targets. He's also pretty sure that dates don't involve glaring bloody murder at the shopkeepers until they gave extra takoyaki or adding more syrup to the ringo-ame.

As Katsuki yelled in triumph and snatched up the biggest prize, Izuku couldn't bring himself to care.

Dates aren't supposed to be any of these, but then again, gods weren't supposed to have beating hearts.

"Ah, I'm so full!"

Katsuki grunted in agreement as he lay on the grass. The ground by the riverbank was usually too wet and muddy for anyone to hang around, but that wasn't an issue for two gods.

Upon contact, the remaining dew evaporated. The earth dried up around them, the blades of grass turning soft and pliant.

Just like Katsuki was when it came to the rain god.

He remembered how he had come close one too many times tonight to snap and gear up for a fight against rude humans who threw unruly remarks when seeing their interlocked hands.

While Katsuki treated Red Lion as his to protect and cherish, fucking no one was spared from his wrath when they made his Izuku flinch and look small. Before he could go ahead and bite their throats out, scarred hands stopped him, a soft voice with a strained smile imploring him to 'let it go.'

And he did. (Just for now while Izuku was watching, anyway)

The rain god lay beside him, turning to face the fire god.

"Hi."

Katsuki scoffed, but he couldn't stop the smile on his face. "Hey, yourself Mr. Meteorologist."

Izuku groaned, lightly swatting him on the arm. "Ugh, you're not going to let me live that down, will you?"

"Hm, I don't know. Shouldn't you be good at predicting forecasts, Deku?"

Katsuki laughed and cackled, hands grappling against Izuku when the rain god tried hitting and tickling him. After a few minutes of tussling, they ended up on their backs, hands intertwined, with Katsuki lazily tracing figures along the scars.

"It's a bit dark here, isn't it, Kacchan?"

"No shit, dipshit."

"Heh."

"What."

Izuku giggled. "You said shit twice."

"...shitty Deku." Really, something was wrong with Katsuki. His face felt weird as fuck, like the muscles there weren't used to doing something so tiring as smiling. Crap, was this what the nerd felt like every day?

Izuku giggled again, and the fire god decides then and there that muscles were muscles and if smiling for the rain god was exercise, then all the more reason to do it.

No other reason whatsoever.

"But seriously though, Kacchan. I can barely see you," Even in the darkness, Katsuki could hear the greennette's pout. "At this point, you look like a porcupine to me. Or a very spiky bush."

Katsuki attempted to grab the rain god's head and give him another noogie but couldn't see shit in the dark. He raised his hand, about to summon some light, then–

Fireflies.

Tiny balls of light shone one by one, coming out from their hiding spaces between the delicate blades of grass and the swaying branches of the nearby forest. They came, fluttering their tiny wings and carrying their orbs of light, leading a procession to mimic the sea of stars in the night sky.

The gathering of fireflies enveloped the two gods in an earthly glow, bringing life and color to nature untouched by humanity and their artificial orbs.

For another time in Katsuki's life, he was speechless.

The first time he was, Izuku had taken his hand and dragged him along, body almost swallowed by a horrendous hoodie. The second time he was, Izuku was muttering to himself and talking animatedly about antiques as Katsuki's ice cream melted. The third time, Izuku was bathed in sunlight and was exquisitely beautiful.

Since then, there were more times that he had become speechless– when they went fishing and Izuku got reeled into the ocean, when they were sparring and he pinned down the greennette who laughed.

There were more times than he could count where every moment he spent with Midoriya Izuku, all Katsuki could do was stare in wonder at the most beautiful creation the stars had bore witness to give birth to.

"Hey." Green eyes turned to him, crinkling at the corners.

"Hi, Kacchan."

Katsuki lifted their intertwined hands– cool to warm, pale to tan, scarred to blistered. He stared at them in wonder for a while, watching the fireflies flit along their skin before flying off.

"I like you, shitty 'Zuku."

Izuku giggled again (oh my god, why is this nerd so adorable) and moved closer, head resting on Katsuki's shoulder. The wind picked up, and the star jewels woven in green locks gleamed under the fireflies' glow.

"I like you too, idiot Kacchan."

The two gods spent the festival like that, with whispers and banter filling the night of the fireflies, hands intertwined and locked with neither wanting to let go.

Not that any of them ever wanted to.

It was supposed to be "bakacchan" like, baka+Kacchan, but meh. Saw a tweet on my feed, demanding writers to make my boi Izuku say 'fuck', so here it is.

Anyway, after more than 10k, bkdk has landed! Officially! And yeah, Katsuki drove off those homophobic assholes out of his town hmph.

Characters/Vocab:
(1) Satou Rikidou - satori 覚 (ape demon; attendant to Jirou shrine)
(2) Mind Fucker - this is obvi Shinso lmao (memory demon; right-hand general of Aizawa)
(3) Kitsune masks - there's this Shinto belief that when gods go to the mortal realm, they come as foxes!
(4) Ringo-ame - Japanese candied apple

Reviews are like fireflies guys: they be lit