This is just a short, sweet story that I have been thinking about. My first fic in this fandom, so I hope you enjoy it. It is a Bakugou/ Kirishima/ Izuku/ Todoroki fic and will probably only be two chapters. The next chapter will be quite explicit sexually though, just so you're aware. If you read any of my other stories, sorry I haven't updated in a little while, I am in my final semester of uni and my brain is so fried. I will be back to them soon! In the meantime, I hope anyone reading enjoys this one
I won nothing.
Chapter 1
Most of the boys from class 3A sat around in their common room, idly ripping apart Denki for his fashion choices.
"Seriously Bro, what are you wearing?" Kirishima said with a laugh as he pointed at Denki's bright purple skin-tight jeans.
The blonde just sniffed in distain. "Just because my idea of fashion isn't singlets and shorts, doesn't make it bad."
Kirishima laughed and pointed around the room, "look around you, most people's idea of fashion is singlets and shorts. Especially with how often we work out."
And when Denki scanned the room, he found that most of the other boys were indeed wearing some kind of shorts with a singlet or T-shirt.
"I'm one of a kind" Denki said with a smirk as he sprawled out lower in his seat.
"You can say that again" Hitoshi said with a laugh.
"Kacchan doesn't wear shorts" Izuku put in thoughtfully.
Everyone took a moment to think about that.
"Come to think of it I'm not sure if I've seen him in anything but pants."
"They're always hideously big and baggy as well" Denki said with a grimace.
"I don't think I've even seen his legs" Iida put in. "He always goes to a shower stall to change after training."
"That's actually a bit odd when you think about it" Kirishima said as he leaned forward and grabbed a handful of popcorn from the bowl in front of him. "Has anyone ever seen Bakugou's legs?"
There was a general shaking of heads and murmured no's.
"Bakugou is a very private person" Todoroki said. "This may be another area that he is not comfortable sharing with others."
"Yeah, probably" Denki said. "But now all I can think about is seeing his legs. I bet their gorgeous, all pale and soft."
"I wonder what his ass is like?" Izuku said, before slapping a hand over his mouth, a blush covering his cheeks. "I- I didn't mean to say that out loud!" The green-eyed teen cried as Denki howled with laughter.
"You can't even get a good look at it with the pants he wears" Kirishima grumbled.
"Why, you been trying?" Denki sniggered, giving his friend a playful shove, while laughing even more at the blush that stole over the red heads cheeks.
Everyone quietened down as they heard light footsteps coming in through the door, moments before a head of blonde hair and a face wearing its usual scowl walked around the corner.
"What are you losers doing?" Bakugou asked with a huff as he made his way into the room, taking in all the flushed cheeks.
"Nothing" Kirishima piped up, trying to steer the conversation back onto safe ground. "How was the gym?"
Before Bakugou could answer, Todoroki interrupted.
"Why do you always wear such baggy pants, Bakugou?"
The blonde's eyes narrowed. "What the actual fuck. Why the fuck do you care what kinda pants I wear, icy hot?"
Denki's eyes sparkled with mischief.
"Just curious, I don't think I've ever seen you wear anything but baggy pants, why is that?"
Everyone stared in shock as a slight blush stole over Bakugou's cheeks. A pale hand reached down to grip the top of his dark tracksuit pants self-consciously.
"None of your fucking business!" Bakugou yelled before storming out of the room, his face even redder.
"That was an… interesting reaction" Todoroki hummed.
Now that it had been brought to their attention, it seemed that their small group couldn't pay attention to anything but Bakugou's baggy pants. Todoroki watched as the blonde bombshell walked into class each morning, his eyes drawn to swaying hips. Izuku found himself purposefully walking behind Kachaan whenever he could, just so he could try to fathom what lay underneath all that material. While Kirishima and Denki found their eyes trailing after Bakugou as he made his way to a shower stall to wash and change after training. Their minds conjuring lewd images of strong, muscular, pale thighs that would mark up so beautifully from a firm grip or an eager mouth.
Bakugou was oblivious to the fuss that he was causing, even without meaning to. He carried on treating everyone the same, even if he now had four seemingly non-exhaustive shadows following him everywhere.
He sat down for lunch and Izuku was beside him, walked down the halls and Todoroki would find an excuse to walk beside him. They would need to pair up for sparing in class and before Bakugou could take a step, Kirishima was on him wanting to fight. Bakugou liked training with his best friend, but a bit of variety was always good. He'd even walked into the kitchen early one morning to find Denki cooking him breakfast.
The other blonde had cheerfully pushed the plate of pancakes into his hands and left before Bakugou could even respond. Kirishima had walked in a moment later and Bakugou had gifted him the plate.
"You look hungry" he'd muttered before shoving the plate of food into Kirishima's unsuspecting hands.
The red head had smiled at Bakugou like he hung the moon and stars, but the blonde didn't even notice, already on his way out the door.
Denki walked back in a few minutes later, letting out an indignant squawk as he found Kirishima eating the breakfast he'd prepared.
The blonde tried to snatch the plate away, "I made that for Bakugou, not you!"
"Well too bad, because he gave it to me" Kirishima smirked back, causing Denki to scowl darkly.
The kitchen had started to fill with other classmates looking for breakfast by this stage.
"Everyone knows Bakugou doesn't eat breakfast before his run" Mina put in as she pushed passed Todoroki to get to the fridge. "What's going on with you lot lately, anyway?"
There was a lot of blushing and mumbled words, causing Mina and Jirou to share a look.
Iida spoke up with a small grin. "We had a conversation the other day about what Bakugou is hiding under those baggy pants and it seems that some of us haven't been able to move past it" he gave a significant look at Kirishima, Todoroki, Denki and Izuku. Todoroki looked impassive but Kirishima, Denki and Izuku started to blush.
"Oookaay" Jirou said with a laugh, "Just don't do anything that's going to set our little bomb off."
Most of the class settled around the large table or flicked on the TV to eat. It was there day off and it wasn't unusual to find a group relaxing in the communal area.
When Bakugou arrived back from his run flushed and sweaty, he caught the eye of nearly everyone in the room. Now that it had been pointed out to them, the whole class noticed the old grey pants Bakugou was wearing. These were even worse than his normal pants, as they were obviously well worn and only used to work out in.
"What the fuck are you looking at?" the blonde scowled as he took in the speculative looks of the class on him. He made to make his way through to the lift, but before he could move small hands grabbed either side of his pants and yanked them down.
He stood completely still, shock coursing through him. Mina's laugh was frozen on her face in surprise as everyone in the room got their fill of Bakugou's never before seen legs. Firm muscles and pale skin were exposed and as Kirishima's eyes trailed up he let out a gasp of pain at how quickly all his blood rushed to his cock.
Because there stood Bakugou Katsuki in soft pink panties. White lace rimmed the edges and a small butterfly sat at the front right over a small bulge that Kirishima found hard to believe was Bakugou's dick, given its small stature.
"Oh, fucking hell" Denki groaned.
Izuku's eyes were as round as saucers and even Todoroki's normally stoic face had morphed into surprise.
"WHAT THE FUCK, MINA!?" Bakugou roared eyes alight with rage. The pink haired teen could do nothing but splutter, because whatever she thought would happen, this wasn't it.
Bakugou swung around in his fury and Mina instinctively moved back a few paces, self-preservation instincts kicking in. But before Bakugou could do anything, he'd fallen to the ground with a painful thump, legs twisted in his lowered pants.
Denki watched the scene with hooded eyes and decided that next time he went out he would buy a present for Mina. He didn't even care that he was sitting in a room full of people, his dick felt like it was going to explode! He pushed the palm of his hand into it harshly, trying to relieve the pressure, eyes never leaving the vision that was Bakugou Katsuki's arse waving in front of him. It was so round, and plump encased in pink cotton and white lace. The panties had started to ride up and Denki would have given anything to be able to pull them down with his teeth.
Bakugou's hands sizzled and popped, a handprint burnt into the wood floor as the teen rolled back over and yanked his pants up with a growl. His face burned bright red and even though it's twisted in anger Izuku can tell he's embarrassed, that he feels vulnerable. Everyone is waiting for the explosion, for threats of death to be heaped upon their heads, but instead Bakugou just stomps off, leaving a stunned silence behind.
It's a few moments before anyone speaks.
"I can't believe it… Bakugou… in lace panties…"
"Why was he wearing panties though?" Sero wondered.
Unsurprisingly its Denki who responds.
"Who cares why! That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life" the blonde groaned, while several heads nodded in agreement.
"Kachaan, in panties" Izuku's brain seemed to be melting. "I need to go" the green-eyed teen yelped, jumping to his feet and hurrying from the room, a prominent bulge obvious in his pants.
"Yeah… I have homework to do" Kirishima said nonchalantly, not even bothering with the lift and hurrying for the stairs.
Todoroki and Denki didn't even bother with an excuse, both just hopping up and walking out of the room.
"Bakugou better watch his back" Jirou said with a laugh.
"You mean his ass" Mina giggled, causing everyone else left in the room to burst into laughter.