A/N/: Alright, guys. So. I hope you like this chapter! I started it out nice and hot and heavy with my favorite parts. The SMUT. But it's more than just that, as always 3
ENJOY 3
Katsuki
By the time the end of the night rolled around, Katsuki was fucking exhausted. All he wanted was to relax in his damn bed with Deku. But they couldn't go back to his house. Etsuki wasn't there, and if Katsuki was in that house without her, with all of this bullshit going on, he would go fucking crazy. He knew she was safe with Aizawa. He was well the fuck aware that his former teacher and Present Mic and Eri could handle themselves. But staying in his own house would drive him fucking nuts.
Which was how they'd ended up in Deku's bland, boring as fuck apartment.
"This shit hardly looks lived in, Deku. What the fuck," he said as he stepped into the main living area of the apartment.
It was large, that was for damn sure. Being one of the top ten heroes seriously meant that they got paid well. And Deku had used such funds to get himself a rather nice apartment. But the fact that it was lacking all of those little nuances that reminded him of Deku. Well. It felt fucking stale. Where were the gobs of hero memorabilia? And the notes? Heck, even some fucking books. This place was too damn clean for a slob like Deku, too.
"I mean, I'm here. Sometimes. To sleep," Deku said sheepishly.
Katsuki whirled on the greenette. "How often are you here?"
"Uh. Well. Every night. But otherwise, not very often."
"You're such a fucking work-a-holic," he grumbled. "You need to relax a little more. You're gonna burn your ass out."
"I'm trying. It's just hard!"
"Well, start by living here sometimes," he said. "You've got nothing here but fucking IKEA furniture."
"That's not true! I have a plant!" Deku exclaimed, gesturing to a very large, very green house plant.
"A plant?" he asked, nonplussed.
"Yes. His name is Vernon."
"Vernon? You picked the most strange shit, Deku," he grumbled.
"I picked you, didn't I?"
Katsuki snorted and gave Deku a wry look.
"Touché." The blond then stepped further into the apartment and turned in a circle. "It really is pretty damn bland here. You know how you can make it better?"
"How?"
"Fucking me all over it," Katsuki said, enunciating every word slowly.
Deku's expression went from disparaged to predatory in all of .06 seconds flat. Those viridian eyes were focused solely on him, raking up and down his body. And holy fucking shit. If he'd known it was that easy to turn Deku the fuck on, he would have done it the second they walked into the apartment.
"You want me to fuck you all over my apartment, huh?" Deku asked as he slowly approached Katsuki.
The blond swallowed. "Yeah. I do. You think you can last long enough?"
That caused an easy grin to spread onto the freckled cheeks that Katsuki loved so damn much. "Oh, Kacchan. I'm worried that you won't be able to last long enough considering all of the different positions I want to fuck you in."
Deku took one last step closer to him and grabbed hold of his chin between his thumb and his index finger. Katsuki watched Deku through half-lidded eyes.
"Show me?" he asked.
"Gladly."
Those soft, freckled lips of Deku's were crashing down against his yet again. Katsuki gladly sank into the kiss, his eyes closing completely now. There was something about kissing Deku that was just so fucking intoxicating. He wanted more of it, of the drug that Deku was to him. Holy fucking shit. He would gladly drown in the taste of this man.
"What do you want me to do to you, Kacchan?" Deku asked, his breath fanning across Katsuki's lips.
The blond's breath hitched at the question. What did he want? He wanted Deku to fucking take his ass. He wanted to give over control to this man and allow himself those moments of blissful freedom from responsibility. And most of all, he just wanted fucking. He wanted to be fucked by him. Kissed by him. Devoured by him. Katsuki needed to give up control for just a little while at least. Mentally, after everything he'd gone through, he literally needed it.
"Dominate me, Sir," he breathed, allowing his forehead to rest against Deku's. "Please."
A flip seemed to switch inside of Deku. His viridian eyes grew dark as it honed in on him. Deku took two steps away from him, his arms crossing in front of his chest.
"Kneel," Deku said.
Katsuki's knees crashed down to the ground with a loud thud. He looked up at Deku with wide eyes and slightly parted lips. The palms of his hands, as sweaty as they were, rested on the tops of his thighs. And Deku looked down at him with that perfect fucking gaze. Katsuki was locked in place by it. He didn't dare move, and he hardly dared to breathe. Shit. Deku came in close, one of his hands threading through Katsuki's blond hair. His grip tightened, tipping Katsuki's head back.
"Such a good boy for me, Kacchan. You kneel so well," he said.
"Yes," Katsuki breathed.
"I want to do so much to you. You were such a good boy for me earlier. Will you be good for me again now?" Deku asked.
"Yes, Sir," he said.
"Good boy. I want you to strip out of your clothes and present yourself on the couch for me, Kacchan."
"Present myself?" he asked, brows furrowed.
"Spread your ass wide so when I get back, I can prep that perfect hole of yours," he said.
Katsuki sucked in a sharp breath and nodded. "Yes, Sir."
"Good," Deku said, dropping his hold on Katsuki's hair.
And then he walked away, leaving Katsuki alone in the living room. The blond immediately stood and ripped his shirt over his head. He shucked off his jeans and boxers in one go before yanking off his socks, too. He made quick work of folding them and leaving them in a near pile on the coffee table. And then he eyed Deku's couch. It was simple and unassuming, but it was also the first part of Deku's apartment that they planned to christen that evening. And, fuck, if that didn't turn him on...
Katsuki climbed onto the couch. He got onto his knees and then leaned forward so that his ass was in the air and his chest was resting against the cushions. He then grabbed hold of either one of his asscheeks and spread them wide, presenting just as the greenette had asked of him. He laid there for several long moments before he heard the soft pad of Deku's feet as he came back to the living room. There was a sharp intake of breath.
"You look so fucking stunning, Kacchan," Deku said lowly as he approached.
Katsuki nodded, his face pressed against the fabric of the couch.
"I mean it. You're beautiful, Kacchan," Deku said softly. "You know that, right?"
Katsuki's brows furrowed for a moment before he realized just what Deku was talking about. His scars. The plane of healing skin across his back. Katsuki sucked in a deep, shuddering breath. He hadn't looked at the scars across his back all that much. He'd seen the edges of them, but he hadn't looked in a mirror to see just what sort of havoc had been wreaked across his skin. But if Deku could look at him and still think he was beautiful. Well, Deku was a damn fool
"You don't need to lie to me, Deku," he said just as softly as Deku had before. "I... It's more to add to what I've already got. I know scars ain't pretty-"
"Katsuki, there isn't a damn thing about you that I don't think is beautiful."
He took in a sharp breath, lifting his head to look back at the greenette. Those big, doeish eyes were nothing but sincere. They were the kind of eyes that couldn't tell a lie. Most of the time, Katsuki would argue with him on what he was saying, but this time... This time Katsuki wouldn't deny him. He could accept Deku's words on this, just this once.
"Thanks..."
"Always, Kacchan," he said. "I'm going to make you feel beautiful tonight, Kacchan. Mark my words."
Katsuki snorted. "Are you?"
"Yeah. I am. You're already so good for me," Deku crooned, tone flipping from sentimental to sexual like a switch. "So ready for me to prep you and get you ready to be rammed. Do you want me to ram you, Kat-su-ki?" Deku asked, enunciating each and every syllable in his given name.
"Yes. Please," Katsuki begged. The thought of Deku touching him as his dick hard and swollen in between his legs in an instant.
He heard the cap of what he assumed was a lube bottle open. And before he could mentally prepare himself for it, that cold liquid came pouring down on his hole. Katsuki attempted to stifle a gasp of surprise by biting down on his lower lip, but it managed to escape anyway.
"Don't try to hide your noises. I don't get to hear them often enough," Deku said. Katsuki felt his body heat up against his ass. He wasn't quite touching him, but the change in temperature told him that they were in close proximity. "I want you to be loud for me, okay?"
He nodded against the fabric of the couch. "Okay."
"Good boy," he said. "Do you want me to touch you?"
"Of fucking course I do," he said with a groan. "I'm here with my asscheeks spread and lube dripping down toward my nuts. No fucking shit I want you to touch me."
Deku chuckled. It wasn't a laugh. It wasn't one of those cute little giggles. It was a chuckle. It wasn't one of those good chuckles, either. It was actually one of those ones that sent shivers down Katsuki's spine and told him that he was heading into dangerous territory.
"What was that, Kacchan?" Deku asked, his hand falling gently onto the small of Katsuki's back. Those fingers of his gently traced circles into his skin. "I don't think I heard you all that well."
Katsuki swallowed. Well, there was no turning back now... "I said I want you to fucking touch me."
Deku hummed. "Well, I don't think I'm going to."
"What?" the blond asked sharply.
"I don't think I'm going to touch you, Kacchan."
"But-"
"Shh," Deku said. "You've already said your piece, Kacchan. All I want to hear from you is moans, whines, and whimpers. And if there is something that is hurting you or making you uncomfortable. If I hear anything else, I won't let you cum. Do you understand me?"
His mouth popped open at Deku's words. He was very specific in what he wanted, and Katsuki wasn't allowed to voice his opinions. Deku was taking control once again, and holy shit. Katsuki was getting even more turned on. He never really thought the possibility of getting denied his own orgasm would be arousing, but apparently, it was just one of those things that got Katsuki hot and bothered. So, consequently, he nodded his head.
"Yes, Sir."
"Good boy," Deku said.
Katsuki waited patiently with bated breath as Deku's hand ran up and down his spine. The movements were small, but they made all of his senses come alive. Each little nuance of Deku's touch was invigorating.
"There's a lot that I want to do to you, Kacchan."
All he wanted was to give back some snark, to tell Deku to just do it. But those words of his rang in his head. If I hear anything else, I won't let you cum. And, well, Katsuki had no intentions of getting denied what could possibly be one of the very best orgasms of his goddamn life. Not a fucking chance.
"I just don't know where to start," Deku said, his fingers trailing down his back and toward his tight, lathered hole. "I think right here might be the best place."
Suddenly, two of Deku's fingers plunged past his entrance, penetrating him deep. He let out a low moan of pleasure at the sudden stretch that he felt. God, he loved when Deku fucking touched him. When his fingers rammed up against his prostate. But Deku was just a hair's breadth away from brushing up against it. He seemed to be avoiding it on purpose, too.
He only stretched Katsuki for a few moments before his fingers were slipping away, leaving the blond feeling so damn empty. And then that emptiness was replaced by something solid and cold and fucking huge. A loud gasp echoed from his lips.
"Wha-" he started before he stopped the words entirely. He wasn't risking his damn orgasm to ask what the fuck Deku had just shoved up his ass.
"A dildo," Deku said. Katsuki could literally hear the smile behind his goddamn words. "Oh. And it vibrates."
As if on cue, the dildo switched on. A low moan sounded from Katsuki, and his hips jerked. Deku's hands fell down on either side of his waist and held him firm.
"Don't move, Kacchan. I want you to feel it," he said. "You were a rude boy with what you said to me. Your punishment is this."
Katsuki pressed his face to the fabric of Deku's couch. The tip of the dildo was pressed right up against his prostate. It was way more stimulation than Deku's fingers could have provided. And while it was fucking brutal amount of stimulation to his poor prostate, it was also fucking heavenly. He moaned loudly, his hands tightening on his asscheeks. He ached to reach around his front, to grab hold of his weeping cock, but he knew that would be yet another one way ticket to getting his orgasms denied.
Deku's hand shifted from his waist to the base of the dildo. He moved it in and out of Katsuki's ass at an agonizingly slow pace. But the pace was what made it fucking better. Katsuki was reduced to a mess of moans and whines as Deku massaged his prostate with the vibrator. And considering this was the first time he'd ever had a vibrating stick of silicone shoved up his ass, Katsuki was on the verge of cumming already.
"Izuku-" he stammered out, his body stiffening as his climax came close. "I'm- I'm gonna-"
Deku's hand slid down from his waist and in between Katsuki's legs. He thought the greenette was gonna stroke him through his orgasm. But fucking no. Instead, he circled his hand around Katsuki's dick, effectively cutting off the flow of cum before it could burst forth.
"Ah, ah, ah," Deku said into Katsuki's ear. "I thought I asked you not to speak."
Katsuki let out a low whimper as his dick twitched in Deku's hand. He was so damn close. He'd almost reached that fucking decadent feeling, but the asshat had to go and fucking stop him. He wanted to spew out a few choice explicatives. Particularly a few fucks and cunts, but he knew that if he did, Deku would prolong this fucking game of orgasm denial that he had going.
"I also didn't give you permission to feel that good. And here you were, about to cum without permission, Kacchan," Deku said. "How sad. You know. I have something that might make this easier for you."
The greenette pulled away from him completely, leaving the dildo in place. And while it still vibrated against Katsuki's prostate, his immediate urge to orgasm was gone. Katsuki deflated slightly, careful not to allow the dildo to shift inside of him. His heart hammered in his chest and sweat pooled on his forehead. Fucking Deku was gonna be the damn death of him.
"I want to put this on you," Deku said as he walked around to Katsuki's front.
He pulled something small and circular from the front pocket of the low-slung blue jeans that he was wearing. Katsuki recognized it almost immediately. A goddamn cock ring. His crimson eyes blew wide as he stared at the unassuming, silicon circle. For some reason, he wasn't very surprised. The cock ring really fit into Deku's whole theme of denying Katsuki's orgasms for the evening.
And ever the gentleman that Deku fucking was, he asked, "Can I put this on you, Kacchan?"
The blond stared at the silicon ring before nodding.
"I need words for consent, Kacchan," Deku said, a hint of seriousness in his voice. "You have boundaries, and I don't want to overstep them."
He'd never used one before, but he'd always been told that cock rings could lead to incredibly intense and satisfying orgasms. And he was fucking curious. So, if Deku wanted to give it a go, Katsuki figured he'd try it. Besides, he was with a man that he trusted so implicitly. He knew the second that something went wrong, Deku would cease what they were doing. He wouldn't allow anything bad to happen to Katsuki in either their sex life or their day to day life. Deku being his normal fucking Deku self was the only reason he agreed.
"I want you to use it on me," he said, his eyes focused on Deku's own.
A small smile of satisfaction and anticipation curled onto Deku's lips. The bastard had really wanted him to agree. Katsuki almost - almost - rolled his eyes, but he knew it would only lead to more of Deku's goddamn punishments.
"You can let go of your ass. Get yourself up onto all fours for me, Kacchan," Deku said.
The blond obliged, allowing his stiff muscles to relax into the new position. And as soon as he was right where Deku wanted him, the greenette reached down between Katsuki's legs. He grabbed hold of his dick once more, and this time, Deku slid the soft, silicon ring on his cock until it was settled halfway down his shaft. And once it was fitted in place, Deku shifted the vibrator in his ass.
"A-Ah! Fuck!" Katsuki hissed as Deku hit that sweet, sweet fucking spot.
"Hmmm. You're really having a hard time keeping quiet, aren't you, Kacchan?" Deku asked. Katsuki stared up at him, but didn't say a word. "Tell me, Kacchan."
The blond swallowed, and then said, "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Sir."
"I think I have something that will help with that, too."
Katsuki watched in silent anticipation as Deku popped open the button of his jeans and pulled down his zipper. The first thing he saw was Deku's dark green, almost black hair. And then he realized that the fucker wasn't wearing underwear. Why he found that hot was beyond him. It was just another thing to add to the list of Deku's attractive qualities.
Deku pulled out his semi-erect cock, and Katsuki licked his lips. If this was what Deku wanted to use to shut him the fuck up, then he'd choke on that shit balls deep. He parted his lips slightly, his eyes shifting back up to Deku's. There was a certain glimmer of satisfaction in that viridian gaze that had Katsuki fucing preening. If the damn nerd was satisfied with him opening his mouth a fraction of an inch, then he'd likely be over the moon when Katsuki swallowed down that damn cock of his like a fucking champ.
"I love when you're submissive for me, Kacchan," Deku said as he reached out and ran a hand through Katsuki's spiked, blond locks. "So damn good for me. Are you gonna suck my dick like a good boy?"
"Fucking yes," Katsuki breathed out. "Yes, Sir."
"I want you to do the same thing as before. Slap my ass if it's too much for you, 'kay?"
"Yes, Sir," he said.
And before Deku could say another word, Katsuki leaned those last few inches forward and took Deku's semi-hard cock into his mouth. He slid his lips down, down, down until he bottomed out in those soft, dark green curls of hair at Deku's base. He made sure to lave his tongue over the vein that ran down Deku's cock, too. Those few motions had small gasps of breath leaving Deku's slightly parted, pink lips. It also had his cock swelling to its full girth in Katsuki's mouth. His lips stretched wide around it. He moaned quietly against Deku's dick because, fuck, he craved being able to satisfy Deku in this way. To make him feel good by something that he was doing. It was the sort of submissive complex that Katsuki was fully prepared to admit he had - at least to himself. Amidst it all, he kept his eyes locked on Deku's because he knew that damn bastard would fucking love it.
And while he worked Deku's dick, Deku worked his ass. The greenette's scarred hand was wrapped around the vibrator, and he moved it in agonizingly slow motions against his prostate. The combination of it all - Deku's dick gagging him and forcing him into silent submission and the steady stimulation of his prostate - had Katsuki's dick swelling once again. His orgasm was fully ready to resurface, but just when he thought he was going to explode, he didn't. The damn cock ring stopped his orgasm faster than an express train barrelling down the tracks. It left his dick aching for relief.
Katsuki whimpered around Deku's cock as he slid his lips up and down his length. The vibrations from his throat had Deku moaning into the open air. The greenette seemed to have lost focus for a moment there, too, because the vibrator stalled on his prostate, tearing another moan from his throat.
"Fuck, Kacchan, you're gonna make me cum already. I don't wanna until you scream for me, Kacchan," Deku moaned. "I wanna hear you scream. C'mon, babe. Let me hear you."
Just then, Deku pressed the vibrator against his prostate again, but this time in a more brutal yet fucking heavenly manner. Katsuki completely lost control of his own noises. His moans turned into screams of pleasure that he was sure Deku's neighbors were hearing. But he didn't give a damn. He was satisfying the freckled god of a man in front of him, and that was all that mattered.
"Kacchan, you're so damn beautiful. So damn perfect," Izuku said. "I love watching you slip into pure fucking bliss. So damn beautiful with your pupils blown wide."
Another orgasm attempted to burst forth from his cock only to be stopped by the ring. He ached to reach between his legs, rip off the silicon, and stroke himself to completion, but he also didn't want to risk disappointing Izuku. He wouldn't do that to himself. He couldn't. He was doing so damn good for him. He wasn't gonna fuck it up now. Not now. Not when he was so close to earning the damn orgasm that Izuku had been stopping him from achieving.
Small explosions popped from Katsuki's hands as Izuku's pace picked up to something more unforgiving. Katsuki relaxed his throat and allowed it to be fucked. He wanted to be used by Izuku. He wanted him to feel good because of him. Only because of him.
Suddenly, Izuku's pace stuttered. His hips slowed as his orgasm came rushing in.
"Kacchan, I-I'm gonna cum," he breathed, his grip tightening on the blond's hair and the vibrator pausing as it pressed against his prostate.
And when Izuku blew his load, Katsuki swallowed down every last drop like it was a drink of water in the goddamn desert. His mouth slid up and down his length as he worked the freckled man through the throes of his orgasm. And when his hips finally stilled and when he was finally breathing normally once again, Katsuki looked up at him with pleading eyes.
"Do you want me to give you some relief, Kacchan?" Izuku asked.
Katsuki nodded and hummed a positive response.
"You did so good for me, babe," Izuku said. "I think you deserve your orgasm, don't you?"
He nodded again, a hopeful moan pouring out of him. God, he wanted to cum so damn bad. He was fully prepared to beg for it if Izuku would let him. Anything to get relief for his aching, dripping cock. He needed it. He fucking needed the relief before he fucking exploded from more than just his quirk.
Izuku pulled his cock from Katsuki's lips and the vibrator from his ass. He felt so damn empty as the toy was taken away, but it also help the rising overstimulation that he was feeling. Or. At least he thought it would help. Removing the toy only made it all that much easier for Izuku to push him from his position on all fours onto his back. Katsuki bit down a yelp of surprise as Deku loomed over him.
"Should I take the cock ring off of you, Kacchan?" Izuku asked.
The blond nodded. "Izuku, please. I need to cum."
The use of his given name seemed to flip something in Izuku. The greenette leaned in and kissed Katsuki. The kiss was soft and tender. And honestly, amidst all of the stimulation that Katsuki was feeling, it was the tipping point. The point where he was fully ready to give everything he had to Izuku. He was fucking devoted to this man above him. He didn't want to let him go.
"I'm gonna let you cum, Katsuki. You've been so damn good. How could I not?"
The greenette reached down between Katsuki's legs and rolled the ring off of his dick. Immediately, a sigh of relief fell from his lips. His cock still ached from the need to cum, but that pressure that was stopping his orgasm was gone now. He knew it would take just a few quick pumps of his weeping cock to get him to cum.
"Fuck me, Izuku," he said. "Please? Can you please?"
"You ask so nicely, Katsuki," Izuku said. "How can I say no?"
Izuku's softened dick pushed through Katsuki's already stretched entrance. He moaned through it all as that fullness came back to him. It was even better when Izuku's cock swelled and hardened inside of him. Fuck. The way his tip pressed against his prostate nearly had him cumming already.
"Can you touch me, please? It hurts, Izuku," he pleaded as he glanced down at his red, swollen cock. It bounced between them as Izuku slowly thrust his dick in and out of Katsuki.
"Only because you were so good for me before," he replied.
Those perfect, scarred fingers then wrapped around his cock. It only took three quick pumps for Katsuki to see stars. His orgasm ripped through him like an explosion, and all he could see was bright white. Izuku stroked him through his orgasm, and he listened to those sweet nothings that fell from his lips.
"So good for me, Katsuki. So beautiful and perfect. I love the way you paint yourself with your cum," Izuku said with that praising tone of his. "You did so good for me. So fucking perfect."
It took a few minutes for Katsuki to come back down from the high of his orgasm, and by then, Izuku had pulled out of him and slipped behind him so that his head was pillowed by his chest. Katsuki hummed in satisfaction as he blinked up at Izuku.
"How do you feel, Katsuki?" Izuku asked as he carded his fingers through Katsuki's hair.
"Like fuckin' jelly," he mumbled. "But good. Real fuckin' good."
A small smile graced Izuku's lips. "Good. I'm happy."
Katsuki nodded and nuzzled into Izuku's chest. He didn't give a damn if he was clingy in his post-sex haze. He was comfortable and satiated and he didn't want anything more than Izuku right now. He wanted to be surrounded by his warmth and his strength.
"We need to clean up," Izuku said gently above him.
The blond groaned and shook his head. "Don't wanna."
"C'mon, Katsuki," Izuku said softly. "Be a good boy for me. I'll carry you if you want."
Katsuki was about to vehemently deny being fucking carried, but he hesitated. He doubted his legs would be able to carry him to Izuku's bedroom. Hell, he could barely lift his arms. So instead of refusing the help, he nodded.
"Good boy, Katsuki," Izuku said tenderly.
Katsuki preened at the praise. He liked it when Izuku told him he was doing a good job. It meant that allowing himself to submit to Izuku had been worth it. The leap of faith and trust had been worth his initial fear.
Izuku shifted beneath him and Katsuki felt himself being lifted into those strong arms. His eyes shifted closed as Izuku left the living room.
"I think I'll need a new couch after this," the greenette mumbled with a chuckle.
"Your damn fault for buying a shit IKEA couch," he shot back.
That caused another chuckle to slip from the greenette. "Whatever you say, Katsuki."
"Damn straight..."
Izuku brought him into another room and turned on the lights. Katsuki closed his eyes tighter at the sudden brightness. But the light had nothing on the sudden cold that touched his ass as Izuku set him down. Katsuki sucked in a sharp breath as his eyes flew open. To his surprise, he wasn't in Izuku's bedroom. Rather, they were in the bathroom. And Katsuki was seated on this little stool underneath the showerhead.
"What the-?" he asked, his brows furrowed.
"I said we needed to clean up," Izuku said softly as he turned on the bathtub to allow it to fill. He'd then poured what Katsuki assumed was bubble bath into the tub. "And considering you slipped into subspace, Katsuki, I think a bath is a smart idea."
"Oh," he said softly, his cheeks flushing pink. He didn't know how he'd mistaken Izuku's thoughtfulness for pity. "Okay."
Izuku grabbed the showerhead from the wall and turned it on. Katsuki watched as he tested the water with his hand before moving it to let the water run over Katsuki's body.
"I can wash myself, Izuku," he said softly.
But the damn nerd only shook his head. "Let me take care of you, okay?"
He wanted to protest. He really wanted to fucking protest because he was a damn man who could handle washing himself. But he also had to admit that there was something nice about having Izuku do this for him. He'd spent so long being independent and taking care of literally everything that having this little ounce of help was nice. So instead of protesting, he nodded.
Izuku rinsed all of the cum from his body. He even lathered him up with soap and washed every crevice that could possibly be dirty. He'd even shampooed his hair. Katsuki allowed himself to relax into Izuku touches as his fingers worked all of the product and oils from his scalp. It was soft, like a massage, and Katsuki found himself drifting into a satiated state. And when it was all done, Izuku gingerly lifted him up and set him in the warm water of the tub.
He hissed in surprise as the water hit his sore ass and cock. But the sensations went away quickly as the water enveloped him. God, it felt good to fucking relax. He leaned into the tub, sinking down deep into the water and the bubbles. He zoned out completely as Izuku washed himself down. For once, his mind was blank. He wasn't worrying about a damn thing. Not Etsuki. Not the fires. And especially not about the trauma inflicted by his damn ex. It was freeing.
He felt the water shift around him as Izuku slipped into the tub. Katsuki leaned forward so that the greenette could sit behind him. And when he was situated, Katsuki leaned against his chest without hesitation. He relaxed into the freckled nerd and listened to the steady thrum of his beating heart.
"You really are beautiful, Katsuki," Izuku whispered as he ran his hands over Katsuki's skin. "You have scars, but they show me how strong and brave you are. How willing you are to protect people you don't even know."
Katsuki frowned slightly, looking up at Izuku. "I don't know how you see them that way. All I see are my failures when I look at them."
Izuku smiled at him softly. "I don't see failures because I know you would have never gotten a scar if you weren't doing your damndest to keep others safe. All I see is your strength behind them. Your will to survive past all of your limits."
He snorted derisively. "I'm glad you see it that way..."
"I'll always see it that way. I'll always see you as beautiful," he said. "And I'll make sure you see yourself as beautiful, too."
Katsuki couldn't help but nod despite how much he disagreed with Izuku. He didn't think he was beautiful. All he saw was his shortcomings, but if someone as pure and kind as Izuku saw him as that, then maybe one day he would be able to see it, too.
"You're so beautiful," Izuku whispered again.
"You're just gonna keep saying it, aren't you?"
The green bean nodded. "Yep. Everyday until you finally realize that I'm right."
He spent the entire morning the next day with Deku. And by that, he meant that they'd gotten up at half past eleven, and it was rolling on noon. But he really just needed to relax and try to ease the soreness between his legs. And while Deku was fucking amazing with aftercare and making him feel like he was worth something, nothing would change the fact that he'd been fucked to high hell and back by a rubber dick. He was sore. He winced every time he got up to walk around Deku's little apartment. And he wouldn't have gotten up if his cell phone hadn't started ringing in the kitchen.
"Are you sure you're okay, Kacchan?" Deku asked for the umpteenth time. "I can get your phone for you."
"Just fuckin' peachy, Deku. Stop asking," he grumbled as he walked to the kitchen. "I got it. I'm a big fucking boy. I can get my own damn phone."
Katsuki stomped into the kitchen to grab his phone that Deku had plugged in for him that morning. It was dead as a doornail when they'd gotten up. He felt bad that it was so late in the morning and he was only just now charging it, but shit fucking happened sometimes. Aizawa was acting as his babysitter for a goddamn reason. But he still needed to be available for Aizawa in case of emergency. Not that he thought his former teacher would have any emergencies with his kid. He better fucking not have any emergencies with Etsuki.
Regardless, though, his phone was ringing, and it was probably best that he answer it. Much to his surprise, when he saw the caller ID, it wasn't Aizawa. It was Iida. Katsuki snatched up his phone and answered it.
"Specs? What's up?" he asked, his tone immediately switching from grumpy to professionally grumpy.
"Thank heavens. I'm sorry to call you right now, Bakugou," Iida said in a single breath. "I know you're on medical leave, but I've been trying to reach Midoriya for the last fifteen minutes. I'm assuming you're with him?" Iida said.
"Bold of you to assume, Specs," Katsuki said lowly. "But yeah. He's here. The fuck do you need? We're off today."
"Apologies, Bakugou, but after last night, it was all anyone could assume," Iida said. "Regardless. This is a matter of utmost importance."
Katsuki turned toward Deku's living room to tell him to get his shitty ass over there, but the greenette was already quickly approaching. He'd probably heard Katsuki's part of the conversation and came running. Fucking nerd. Katsuki switched the phone to speaker and set it down on the counter between them.
"I'm here, Iida. What's going on?" Deku asked.
"There was a fire within Kantō Province last night. Hosu City specifically. The Musutafu PD was notified about an hour ago, and they think it might be related to the cases here. They are trying to get into contact with you both-"
Katsuki picked up his phone, walking across the kitchen and toward the front door of Deku's apartment. The greenette was right on his heels. He didn't care that he was in Deku's basketball shorts and a shitty t-shirt. He didn't even care if he wasn't wearing fucking boxers yet. They needed to get a move on.
"We'll be at the agency in ten to gear up. Update us when we get there," he said before hanging up.
"You shouldn't be going anywhere, Kacchan!" Deku protested as Katsuki jammed his feet into his shoes.
"Well, you ain't gonna stop me, Deku. I'm fucking fine," he insisted.
"You can barely walk!"
"And whose fault is that?"
"Kacchan!" Deku cried.
"Just get your shoes on and let's go. We don't have all day," he grumbled as he jammed his phone, wallet, and keys into Deku's shitty shorts pockets.
And with that, they were both off, blasting and ricocheting themselves across the skies to the agency that was located quite close to Deku's inner city apartment.
They made it to the agency in record time. Six minutes. On the way, he'd called Aizawa to tell him they'd be late. It was all happening so damn fast. But once they got there and were suited up, Iida briefed them on what the police department had said. A house fire two towns over. Two children, aged nine, were taken. It was a set of twins, both girls. Their quirks complemented one another. One could manipulate images and pictures while the other could bring those images to life. According to their parents, when they were together they were a force to be reckoned with.
And in the hands of the Paranormal Liberation Front, they could prove to be quite deadly. But that wasn't even the worst part of it all.
"What the FUCK do you mean that this isn't the first fucking fire in this Hosu?!" Katsuki roared as he stood in front of the Chief of Police from Hosu City. Everyone was gathered in the conference room of the agency.
"Well, unfortunately, we weren't aware of the first missing child because they were never reported to have lived in the residence. His mother was on drugs, and didn't seem to care that her child was suddenly gone. It wasn't until a few days ago that the grandmother of the child reported the boy missing," the Chief said. "The case was still under investigation, but his ability to transform into animals made him powerful. And after last night's fire, well, we can only assume that both fires are related."
Katsuki groaned and began to pace. He needed to stay the fuck away from the Chief lest he send explosions directly into his fucking face. The fires in Shizuoka were all fucking over the damn news. The second they knew a child was missing from that initial fire, they should have contacted Tsuragamae and Tsukauchi. Like, for fuck's sake. This wasn't a goddamn game. Families were being torn apart here. Children were going missing at an alarming fucking rate. And here was Hosu City PD fucking everything up!
"It seems like the timing was really just not on our side," Deku said, attempting to quell Katsuki's anger. But it wasn't gonna work this time.
"There are nineteen children missing, if not more, Deku! The police department hasn't even started to go through all of the missing children cases that they've got. Who knows how many there are?" he roared. Small explosions went off in his palms as he stomped through the conference room. "Time won't ever be on our goddamn side!"
"Dynamight, don't you think you should calm down," Tsukauchi said. "Your injuries are still-"
"Don't fucking talk to me about my injuries. I'm fucking fine," he snarled. "Just keep fucking talking. We need a fucking course of action."
"We can't expect Japan to go on lock down," Tsuragamae said. "It's not feasible. It's the middle of September. Schools are just getting back into session for their second semester. Students will be commuting back and forth. We can't expect everyone to stop their studies."
"Well, if that's what has to happen in order to protect these children," the Hosu Chief of Police said. "Then we'll have to do it."
"You can't fuckin' do that either. Where have almost all of the attacks from the Piper been?" Katsuki demanded. No one said a fucking word because they fucking knew. "At homes! If you honestly think that they'll be safe at home, then you're fucked."
"We're just going to have to heighten patrols. The police and heroes alike will have to work overtime to try and catch these villains," Tsuragamae said.
Katsuki whipped toward the dog-faced man. "Once I'm off this bullshit medical, I can't work more than I already do."
"If you want to protect the children of this city, then you're going to have to make sacrifices, Dynamight."
"I have my own fucking kid to protect. I can't."
"And so do more than half of the officers and heroes out there. They'll be making the same sacrifices as you."
"I'm a single fucking father," he said quietly.
It was his only argument. Katsuki was a goddamn loss for words. He was beginning to fucking panic. Sure, his daughter went to daycare. She was safe there. But what about the weekends? His parents and Aizawa were the only people that he could trust to take Etsuki when he was on shift, and they already did so much for him. His parents had their own jobs. They couldn't possibly cart his child all over the Province when they traveled for work. He'd never see her. And he couldn't leave her with Aizawa because the man not only had his own family but also a group of fucking UA students to take care of. Adding his daughter each time he had to work would overload the teacher. So, what was he supposed to do?
"I'm sure you can find someone, Dynamight. Is your child's mother available-"
Katsuki's face twisted into a vile, seething expression as he stalked toward the Musutafu Chief of Police. "Her mother will never breath the same fucking air as her if I can fucking help it. That abusive cunt won't-"
Suddenly, two hands were on his chest, pushing him away from Tsuragamae. Katsuki blinked and focused on Deku's viridian gaze right in front of him.
"Katsuki, you have to relax," Deku breathed, his expression conflicted.
Katsuki took in a deep breath, the smell of burnt caramel invading his nostrils. He glanced away from Deku's eyes and down to his hands. They were smoking. He'd activated his quirk without noticing. Immediately, he stood down.
"Apologies, Chief," he said through gritted teeth. "I was out of line."
"I'm at fault as well, Dynamight," Tsuragamae said as he adjusted his tie. "I understand that this is a stressful situation. I overstepped my boundaries in regard to your family."
Katsuki nodded curtly before sweeping out of the conference room. Deku made a move to follow him out, but the Hosu City Chief of Police called his name before he could. So instead of Deku, Tsukauchi followed him out. Katsuki was half tempted to tell the detective to jump off of a fucking building, but he thought better of it. Tsukauchi was a good detective, and Katsuki gave him enough grief as it was.
"Are you alright?" he asked.
Katsuki nodded curtly. "Just tryin' to figure shit out. The same as always."
"I get it," Tsukauchi said. "I've got a little one at home, too. I'm lucky he hasn't presented a quirk yet. It helps to exclude us from the situation."
"Yeah. They aren't going after the quirkless. Just these kids who've got potential in their eyes," he said. "This is so fucking frustrating. I want to keep these fuckin' kids safe. I just don't know the best way to do it.
"At this point, Dynamight," Tsukauchi said. "I don't think there's a child in all of Japan that is safe."
The misstep where he'd nearly blown Tsuragamae to kingdom come was the final straw. Katsuki's stress levels were through the roof, and with past trauma's resurfacing, he needed to make tough choices. He'd made the appropriate calls before he picked Etsuki up from Aizawa. His appointment was three days later, and even with all of the mental preparation he'd given himself, he still wasn't ready.
How could he ever be fucking ready for goddamn therapy? He'd spent his entire life attempting to convince himself that he was perfectly fucking fine just the way he was. Having to admit that he needed the help of a fuckign shrink was like having to admit defeat. Katsuki didn't want to fucking do it. But if he expected to be there for his child and, ya know, not behind bar for assaulting the chief of police, then he'd have to fucking deal with it. He had buckets of fucking trauma to sort through, and it was best that he did it before he got arrested and not after.
"Uchida Kaito," the receptionist's bird-like voice called from across the waiting room.
It was the alias Katsuki had selected just for this occasion. He stood, adjusting his hat so that it completely covered his famous blond spikes. There was a facemask covering the lower portion of his face. At a quick glance, he was entirely unrecognizable. Fucking perfect. He didn't need anyone knowing he was visiting a shrink.
Katsuki followed the receptionist to his shrink's office and stepped inside. And once the door was closed securely behind, Katsuki pulled the mask off of his face.
"Ah, you must be Mr. Bakugou," a middle-aged, silver fox of a man said. "I'm Dr. Iwasaka. It's a pleasure to meet you."
He nodded at him curtly and mustered up a lame, "yeah," in response.
"Please, have a seat. Make yourself comfortable," Iwasaka said. "Would you like some water?"
"Uh, yeah, Doc. Thanks," he said awkwardly as he sat down on one of the cushy couches in the office across from what he assumed as the doctor's chair.
Katsuki sat down and pulled his hat from his head. He set it down along with his mask beside him. He didn't know what to do with himself in this fucking office. His hands were already fucking sweating buckets. And without his gauntlets to soak it up, he could only wipe it on his pants. Fucking christ, this was pathetic.
So, instead of focusing on himself whilst the doctor got himself together, Katsuki focused on the office. It was a homely looking place. Lots of plants and calming paintings spread throughout. It was organized and free of clutter. Natural light came in through the windows. He wasn't worried that anyone would see him in the office, either, because of how high up they were. Overall, it was a pretty chill place. He assumed that that was the point. Calm and collected to help the nutcases like him stay calm during their therapy sessions. God, he needed to get the fuck out of here. He wasn't fucking crazy.
The doctor approached him with a plastic cup of water. Katsuki took it gratefully and down half of it in one go.
"I want you to do your best to relax, Bakugou," Iwasaka said in that quiet therapist voice of his. "I understand that this is a big step to take in life, and I want to make it as easy as possible."
Katsuki licked his lips. "Not exactly excited to be here."
"Well, we can start out easy, then. What do you think therapy is?"
He shrugged his shoulders in a noncommittal way. "Where the crazies go to get their lives figured out?"
Iwasaka smiled. "Not quite. Think of it as more of you and I working toward ways to manage your past trauma and stress. I won't give you the answers, but I'll help guide you there."
Katsuki furrowed his brows. "I don't see the difference in what I said and what you said."
"Well, for starters, I don't think you're crazy, Bakugou. Troubled, maybe, but crazy? I think that might be a bit of a stretch."
"You seem to know me so well already, Doc," he said with a snort.
"Not exactly. Just what you show the media," he said. "I hope to get to know you in a different light. My quirk allows me to access the memories that you explain to me so that I can see them as you saw them. So, would you mind telling me what brought you here today?"
Katsuki set his cup down on the table before leaning back into the couch. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked anywhere in the room except the doctor across from him.
"A lot of life changes, I guess."
"Such as?"
"I'm a pro hero constantly under the public eye. Fuck, I'm ranked number four. I, uh, just moved back to Musutafu. It's been about five years since I left. I've started, uh, talking to my childhood best friend in a romantic way. I'm a recently divorced single father. I was abused by my ex wife. Take your pick, Doc. I've got issues. I'm crazy," he said tightly.
"You're not crazy, Bakugou. You're human," Iwasaka said. "But why don't you give me some more context on your ex wife. You're a single father, and I'm sure your relationship with her has caused a lot of your stress."
Katsuki sucked in a deep breath. "You don't even know, Doc," he said.
When they'd first met, he'd thought she was perfect. She was strong-willed and fiery, just like him. And sometimes she had a temper, but it had only gotten bad within this last year. Katsuki tried his damndest to keep their marriage afloat even after Kiruka had turned abusive. He didn't want their marriage to fail. He wanted to pick up the pieces, glue them back together, and move forward. But Kiruka made it hard. When her anger exploded, she became this unrecognizable monster. She wasn't the same woman he'd married.
But he'd been lucky thus far. She'd only directed her anger at him. Never Etsuki. She was a baby. Only eighteen months old. She was just getting the hang of the whole exploring thing, and sometimes, her explorations led to messes. It was only natural of a child her age. This particular memory was the first time that it had changed. This was the first time she'd gone after Etsuki.
Katsuki was in the laundry room just off of the kitchen when it happened. There was a loud crash and the sound of liquid spilling all over the floor. He'd immediately stopped the folding he'd been doing to check what had happened. He entered the kitchen and saw his daughter and the mess that she'd made.
She'd spilled something on the floor. It was orange juice or milk or something. He couldn't exactly remember. It wasn't important. Apparently, what was important was the cleaning Kiruka had just done. She had just finished sweeping the floor for the first time ever in their entire marriage, and she was acting as though she'd done an act of fucking god.
"I can't believe you made such a huge fucking mess, you brat!" she yelled as she snatched up the plastic cup and hurled it into the sink with her hair. "Clean it the fuck up!"
Katsuki gaze zeroed in on Etsuki as her face crumpled into a stricken mess of tears and snot. "I-I sowwie, Momma," she stammered.
He immediately went to the counter to grab paper towels. He had to clean this up. He needed to do damage control before any of this got out of hand, before Kiruka decided to get violent. If he could get the mess cleaned up and get Etsuki out of the house for a little while whilst his wife calmed down, all would be fine. It would be okay.
But it wouldn't be okay. Etsuki was terrified. She didn't understand what was going on. She was so young. Her little fists were clasped tightly in front of her. Her little legs gave out as her mother continued to yell at her to clean up the mess, and her bottom plopped to the floor.
"Don't just sit there!" she roared. "You're old enough to make messes, you're old enough to clean them the fuck up!"
That only made Etsuki cry harder.
"Kiruka, relax," Katsuki said as calmly as he could.
He wanted to roar right back at his wife for yelling at Etsuki, but he didn't want to scare Etsuki anymore. He definitely didn't want to set off her anger in front of their daughter, either. That shit would become way too dangerous way too quickly.
"Don't tell me to calm the fuck down, Katsuki!" Kiruka screamed. "You're not the one who just spent the last twenty minutes cleaning this goddamn floor!"
He couldn't help but roll his eyes. "You took fifteen minutes to get off your phone and pick up the broom and five minutes sweeping it. It's not the end of the world."
A sneer formed on Kiruka's face. "You never appreciate what I do, Katsuki. It's always you didn't spend enough time doing this and you don't ever do that. Well, why don't you appreciate it when I actually help you, huh?"
"Cause you're not supposed to be helping me," he said. "You're supposed to be parenting with me."
Evidently, those words were the tipping point for Kiruka's already foul mood. "You know! You're such an ungrateful fucking piece of shit!"
"And you're the bitch that made our kid cry!" he finally yelled back.
"The kid I never fucking wanted!" she seethed.
Katsuki watched in slow motion as Kiruka's blue eyes shifted to their screaming daughter. He watched as her hair suddenly stood on end, readying to strike. Katsuki never moved so fucking quickly. One moment, he was at the counter, the roll of paper towels in his hands. The next, the paper towels were on the floor, his back was to Kiruka, Etsuki was in his arms, and pain was erupting across his skin. So much all at once all because his fucking wife had decided to aim her fucking quirk at Etsuki.
And so he fled. He left the goddamn house and went to the damn police station as fast as he fucking feet could carry him. His shirt was in tatters. His skin was scratched and bleeding. Etsuki was screaming. But Katsuki was numb to it all. He couldn't really remember filling out the police report. He couldn't remember when they brought his wife in and put her in a holding cell. All he remembered was the crushing feeling of relief that maybe, just maybe this nightmare was all over.
It wasn't even the climax.
At one point, he'd gone back to her. He didn't know what he was thinking. He'd filed for divorce as soon as she'd been arrested, which had been a wise decision. He'd gotten full custody of Etsuki with no visitation rights.
But the initial restraining order he'd had on Kiruka was up. It had only lasted a year. Etsuki was two and a half now. The terrible twos with his kid really were fucking terrible. She was a little spitfire, and he was not going to be prepared for the day that she developed her quirk. He was already stressed. And on top of that, he was lonely. He just wanted some semblance of normalcy in his life. So what did he do? He turned back to Kiruka.
He invited her over to the little apartment that he and Etsuki shared to have dinner, to try and integrate her back into their lives. Dinner was nice. Kiruka had told him of how she'd gotten help. She'd managed to get some counseling to help with her anger management. They were all steps in the right direction. Maybe they could get back together. Maybe they could try to work things out.
Dinner had gone well, and after, they'd talked. One thing led to another. They'd had sex. It wasn't anything romantic. Just the same, primal shit that they'd had when they'd first gotten together. And after it, Kiruka had asked if she could stay.
Katsuki had told her no.
Kiruka had exploded.
What followed was a mess of yelling and hitting and slashing, and once he'd finally gotten the cops to haul her out of there, he was a mess. He'd refused an ambulance. He didn't need to wake up Etsuki in the middle of it all. Miraculously, she'd managed to stay asleep the entire time. He'd go to the hospital for his injuries in the morning.
The biggest injury of all was the deep gash that ran along his cheekbone. Katsuki sat in the bathroom on the edge of the tub with a damp washrag pressed to his cheek. He was a mess of emotions. Pain. Hatred. Sadness. But the biggest emotion of all was his sense of failure. How could he have done this again? How could he have exposed Etsuki to this monster of a woman? All she did was wreak havoc and hurt him. And here he was, getting his daughter hopeful for having a mother again. Here he was fucking.
So, alone in the dim light of his dingy little bathroom, all he could do was hold the fucking rag to his bleeding face and cry. Cry for the life he'd left behind. For the marriage he thought would work. For the little girl whose life he was probably fucking up by just being her goddamn father. What else could he do? It was half past midnight, and Etsuki was sleeping. It wasn't like he could go to the bar to drink away his pain. Besides, drinking away his problems was a turn off to him ever since Kiruka had done it.
And thus he found himself wallowing in his own self pity in the bathroom. He didn't notice when Etsuki cracked the door open and stepped inside. It wasn't until she was right in front of him that he noticed her presence at all. Some fucking hero he was.
"No cry, Daddy," Etsuki said softly to him as she reached her stubby little fingers up to his face. She clumsily brushed away some of his tears just as he did to her when she cried.
He offered her a watery smile. "It's okay to cry sometimes, Gremlin," he said quietly. "Especially when you're sad."
"Why?" she asked with that childlike determination in her voice.
"Because you just have to let it all out sometimes," he said with a sniffle. He wiped his nose on the back of his hand. "I know a guy who cried all the time, and he's one of the strongest people ever."
"Weally?" she asked in awe.
"Yeah," he said. Katsuki scooped her up with his free hand and put her on his knee. And as soon as she was in place, she started to cry. Katsuki was immediately alarmed as he watched his seemingly strong child suddenly burst into unprompted tears. "Why are you crying, baby?"
She sniffled a bit through her tears. "I no like when Mommy makes you bleed. Only villains make heroes bleed," she wailed as she clung to him.
Those words struck a chord with Katsuki. Only villains make heroes bleed. He'd never thought of his ex wife as such. He'd called her a bitch. A cunt. A monster. But never a villain. Villains were the twisted fucks that he fought on a day to day basis. They were the people that hurt civilians and robbed people. Well, Kiruka had hurt him physically damn near everyday. She'd emotionally hurt their daughter. She'd robbed them both of their happiness. She'd robbed Etsuki of a true mother. So did that not, in essence, make her a villain, too? It was sad that his two and a half year-old was the reason that he finally realized this.
"Yeah, Gremlin," he said softly into the crown of her head. "Only villains make heroes bleed."
That memory was almost a year earlier. It had taken him all of that time to finally pluck up the willpower to put in a resignation as his agency. He'd applied to several places in Musutafu, and every single one had gotten back to him. It had taken him so long to decide where he wanted to go. The process of buying a house had taken a long time, too. He'd ultimately decided on a place not far from his childhood home.
But the part that had taken the longest was reaching out of some of the people he'd left behind. Camie and Kirishima had accepted everything that had happened with no questions asked. They'd become his rocks as he transitioned back home to Shizuoka. They'd supported him and driven out to help watch Etsuki while he sorted out the paperwork. He couldn't have done it without them.
The people that he was most terrified to reach out to, however, were his own parents. His mother and father who he called a maximum of three times a year. Once on each of their birthdays and on Christmas. They called him often enough, but he always managed to brush them off. They were surprised to say the least when he called in the middle of summer nowhere near any of the aforementioned dates.
And when he'd told them all of the dark, scary details of the last few years of his life, they hadn't rejected him. No, instead, they'd welcomed him back into their lives with open arms. They accepted the three year-old granddaughter that they hadn't known existed as if they'd known her since the day she was born. He was so damn lucky that his parents had this well of unconditional love for him. Because he didn't know what he would have done without them.
He doubted he'd be sitting in front of Dr. Iwasaka. He doubted that he'd even have the fucking balls to talk to Deku let alone get fucked by him. His parents had given him so much strength. He needed to take that strength and use it to the best of his ability.
So, he looked Iwasaka straight in the eye, a flare of determination behind his gaze.
"I'll be honest with you, Doc. I ain't much of a talker. I don't like talking about my feelings or trauma or whatever the fuck you wanna call it," he said, squaring his shoulders. "But I don't ever want to end up where I was ever again. Not for my daughter's sake, and definitely not for my own."
A/N/: OMG. This was SO intriguing to write. I think I wrote the vast majority of it today. Like 14 pages in Google Docs hahaha!
I really hope you liked the flashbacks to Katsuki's past with Kiruka. Shows just how much of a b***h she is. Shit I hate her.
Seriously guys, the feedback you have given me thus far has been fucking amazing. Your comments keep me writing. And I swear, me and my beta LOVE reading them.
(Sorry we didn't get a 'beta reacts' this chapter. She was asleep most of the time while I was writing).
Also, if you wanna make me fanart for Kacchan's piercings, SEND THEM MY WAY!