Second chapter is here! I hope you all enjoy. I've been loving reading any comments or reviews left, so thank you very much there will probably be one or two more chapters left after this one.

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Chapter 2

Bakugou felt like his face was on fire as he hurried back to his room, rage boiled in his chest, who the fuck did Mina think she was!? Pulling his pants down in front of nearly the whole class. He'd fucking kill her! He made it into his room, where he promptly slammed the door shut and locked it. Finally in the safety of his own room, he felt all the anger and rage melt away so that all he was left with was humiliation and fear. He threw his bag across his room, before sinking down onto his bed. He gripped his hair painfully, pulling at the short blonde strands and wishing that the last 10 minutes hadn't happened. He'd always been so careful, made sure that no one had gotten even a hint of his secret and in one foul swoop it was out there.

His friends had looked so disgusted too, Denki had even sworn! He never did that. They wouldn't understand, wouldn't get how he enjoyed the feeling of something soft and delicate against his skin. He had to be strong all the time, he was going to be the number 1 hero, dammit! His quirk, while amazing was not always easy to handle, burning, blistering hands and aching sore muscles, he needed that part of himself that could relax, that could enjoy the feeling of silk on his skin that reminded him that not everything was hard and painful, that he was not always hard and painful.

He let out a deep sigh, walking to his cupboard and pulling out a soft silk nighty in a deep green colour. Another secret he had worked hard to keep hidden. He pulled off his work out clothes and pulled on the nighty. He would've preferred a shower but there was no way he was leaving his room tonight. Bakugou ran his hand over the soft material, feeling himself calm slightly.

Who cares if his friends left him after this, Bakugou thought angrily as he climbed into bed and pulled out the book he was currently reading. He'd been fine on his own before and he would be fine on his own again. He resolutely ignored the way his eyes burned, angrily pushing away the tears that threatened to spill.

Kirishima was on a mission. He'd woken up early and set off for Midoriya's room. It was Sunday and he knew most people enjoyed sleeping in today, but he was past caring at this point. After he'd made it back to his room the day before, not even bothering to remove his pants before he shoved his hand in and gripped his dick tightly. It had only taken a few minutes of desperate stroking before he'd blown into his pants. Face pink and breath shuddering as he came down from the high. Once some of his blood had returned to his brain, he realised what a massive fucking deal it would be for Bakugou to have his secret revealed like that, against his will, to the whole class. He was angry at himself for his role in everything and determined to try to make it up to the other teen. He had stayed up late, thinking and planning. The red head had been friends with Bakugou long enough to know that he wouldn't be coping well with this, but it wouldn't do any good to try and talk to him straight up about it, that was more likely to get a blast to your face then anything.

So here he was hurrying to Midoriya's room. He knocked quickly and was surprised to find the green haired teen already up and dressed when the door flung open a few seconds later.

"Kirishima" Izuku gasped. "We have to help Kacchan!"

"I know" Kirishima said seriously as he made his way in and shut the door behind him.

"I feel terrible" the other teen sniffled. "People don't realise that Kacchan is actually very sensitive."

Kirishima nodded in understanding. "I was thinking, we need to talk to everyone in the class, make sure no one tells anyone else or teases Bakugou about this. He won't show it, but it will really hurt him if someone does."

"That sounds like a good idea. Let's split up, we'll cover more ground that way" Izuku said, already opening the door.

Kirishima let out a sigh of relief, glad Midoriya had grasped the seriousness of the situation already and was willing to help.

"I'll do my floor, you do yours and we will meet in the middle."

Midoriya nodded a look of determination on his face as they split up for the morning.

They met on level three 30 minutes later, green eyes meeting red.

"Everyone's been great so far" Kirishima said with a sigh of relief. "Mina is really upset with herself and worried that Bakugou may literally kill her."

Izuku chuckled, "I'd say that's a well-founded fear."

"I'm honestly surprised he didn't do it last night."

"Alright, lets finish this then how about we go downstairs for some breakfast?" Izuku said cheerily.

They worked their way down the hall methodically, ignoring all the scowls they got for the early wake up calls, thankful that everyone agreed to pretend the whole thing didn't happen. No one wanted to hurt Bakugou, especially over something so personal.

After they had sworn Jirou to secrecy they headed down for breakfast. It was still early and even though they had effectively woken up the whole dorm, the kitchen and communal area were empty. Now that one worry had been settled Kirishima couldn't help the way his thoughts flitted back to Bakugou, back to Bakugou in panties. Soft pink, cotton panties.

"Do you think he wears them every day?" Izuku asked quietly as he pulled out a bowl and grabbed some cereal from the cupboard.

Kirishima glanced at the other, obviously his thoughts had gone in the same direction.

"I'd say so."

Izuku started to mumble beside him, "I wonder what colours he wears, I hope he wears silk, Kacchan would look amazing in silk. Black silk would contrast so beautifully against his pale skin. I wonder if he wears other things, his ass would look great in a thong."

Kirishima let out a low groan, his dick rapidly filling at the images Izuku was painting.

"Izuku, you're mumbling" Kirishima said, startling the other teen out of his musings.

"O-Oh sorry!"

"Bakugou would look incredible in black silk though" Kirishima agreed quietly.

Bakugou woke up late the next morning, not so unusual seeing as how he had been up most of the night worrying. He'd tossed and turned, not falling asleep until the early hours of the morning. He contemplated staying in his room for the day but ultimately decided against it. Fuck that, he is Bakugou Katsuki, he wasn't a fucking coward. He contemplated chucking on a pair of boxers instead of his panties, he held both in his hands lost in thought before throwing the boxers into his drawer, he would need the comfort if today was going to be as shit as he feared. Besides it didn't matter what he wore now, everyone would assume he was wearing panties anyway. He pulled out one of his favourites, a pair of sheer white panties, loving the way they felt as he pulled them up his thighs. Normally he would have been for a run or something this morning, but he decided to give himself the day off. He just wasn't feeling it.

His heart pounded as he left his room, looking around to see if anyone was in the hall, thankfully it was deserted. The lift was similarly empty, and it wasn't until he stepped out into the communal common area that he heard the first signs of life. People talking and sound blaring from the TV.

Heart pounding, he took a deep breath fixed his patented scowl on his face and walked out. Kirishima, Deku, Jirou and Momo were spread out around the couches watching some kind of movie on TV. He tensed up, waiting for the teasing to start, waiting for the questioning to start, but nothing came.

"Hey, Bakubro!" Kirishima said with a bright smile. Bakugou could tell from years of friendship that it was slightly strained, but he didn't comment. "Come join us" the red head said, patting the seat next to him.

"Can't Shitty Hair, need some breakfast" Bakugou grunted, heading for the kitchen and missing the eyes that followed his exit.

The kitchen was similarly busy. Denki, Todoroki and Mina all preparing something to eat. He hesitated for a minute, not because he was scared, he just didn't like being too close to so many extras.

"Bakugou!" Denki cried out, happy to see him. "I made you some breakfast, here you go" the other blonde said, handing over a plate of diced fruit with yogurt and nuts on the side. It looked delicious.

"Ah, thanks" Bakugou said quietly, now thoroughly confused by the lack of comments about yesterday's incident. Had it actually happened or was it just some fever dream he had conjured up. He might've been tempted to blame it on some horrible nightmare if it wasn't for the fact that he hadn't gotten any sleep last night. Mina's guilty expression was also a dead giveaway. However, if they weren't going to bring it up, he sure as hell wasn't going to. He spun on his heel without so much as a nod to his pink friend, walking back into the lounge room and taking a seat between Kirishima and Deku. Like he was going to forgive that pink bitch so quickly.

He felt his shoulders slowly relax as time went on and no brought up what had happened the day before. He finished his breakfast and only elbowed Kirishima twice before letting him wrap his arm around his shoulders.

He might've put the whole thing out of his mind if a package hadn't been delivered to his dorm a few days later. He hesitantly took the large box back to his room, locking the door before opening the lid. He flushed hotly when he realised that the whole thing was filled with underwear and lingerie, bra's and nighties and even a super soft grey cotton robe. His hands traced over the different pieces gently, reverently. Enjoying the different textures as he pulled out different items to get a closer look.

Who could have sent these too him? Obviously, someone who was aware of his predilection. But why now? No one had mentioned a thing, yet here he stood with dozens of new things for him to wear. He felt flush with anticipation at trying them all on.

At the very bottom he found a note, it was short and typed and gave no indication to the sender.

Dear Bakugou,

We are a small group who wants to spoil you with nothing but the best. This is our first gift to you; we hope you enjoy wearing them as much as we enjoyed picking them out for you. We wish to remain anonymous at the moment but, if you would like to chat add yourself to the discord server using the link below. Hope to talk to you soon.

Yours…

Bakugou felt his breath hitch as he read the note, someone, more then one someone, had sent these to him as a present. What was he even supposed to do with that!? Was it sweet or super creepy? What the fuck did they expect from him? It was obviously people from his class, was it just a sick joke? Made to humiliate him when he thought he was safe? His stomach clenched at the thought.

He hesitantly pulled out his phone, opened the discord ap and typed in the link. He could see that there were four others in the server, but he had no way of figuring out who they were. He took a deep breath and started typing…

Hello?