(Side A)

Katsuki was pissed today. It had been three weeks since that night he fucked that weak green haired human. Three long and agonizing weeks and he found his mind wandering back to the human. The curls of his hair, the lithe curves of his body, soft skin, that cute voice, and the way it called out to him.

"Dammit!" He slammed his fist into the marble wall of the gods' castle, the wall cracking under his force. 'I am a god, dammit! I will not have feelings for some farmer's boy!' Katsuki took his fist from the wall, the crack immediately filling themselves back in and repaired the damage. If it wasn't for this feature, the castle would surely be broken into rubble by now.

Stomping down the hall, he approaching the door to the main hall and flung it open. "OCHACO!"

He screeched into the large room, and two pairs of eyes turned to Katsuki. "Oh, it's just Katsuki. Hahh, you frightened me!" A woman's voice said. She sat at a table next to a window, with cards on the table and a blue-haired man sitting across from her. Was that Go Fish?

"Ochaco, you motherfucker, we need to talk right now." Katsuki demanded as he stomped towards the two. The brown-haired woman, Ochaco, simply raised an eyebrow in his direction before turning her attention back to the cards in her hands. "Can this wait? Tenya and I are in the middle of something." She said in a boring tone, as spending eternity with Katsuki made one somewhat accustomed to his constant tantrums. Katsuki approached Ochaco as she sat in her chair. Grabbing onto the side of the back of the chair, he spun her sitting form around to face him, cards still in her hand.

"No, it cannot. We're talking right now about you're doing." Katuski lowered himself a bit to look Ochaco in the eyes, left hand on the back of the chair, and his right hand pointing an accusing finger at her. "Katsuki! Every time I see you, I am shocked with your deplorable behavior! Show some respect, she is the eldest!" The blue haired man shouted at him, laying his cards face down on the table to stand up out of his chair.

"This doesn't concern you, Tenya." Katsuki said through clenched teeth. "Well? What is it? Come on, spit it out!" Ochaco prodded him, now resting her own cards on the table as well. "You know, about that green-haired human, I want you t-"

"Whoa, okay, stop. Who?" Ochaco cut him off, raising a right hand up. "You know! That human! I know you fuckin' spied on me you piece of shit! That's why you used The Pull on me!" Katsuki yelled, pushing the chair back slightly as he stood up to put his hands on his hips, his white robe wrapped around his hips, showing off his chest, and looking impeccable as always. "Pfft, that's what this is about? A human? Katsuki, I don't spy on you. You're not that great where I'd want to know what you're doing every waking hour." Ochaco said laughing at him under her breath. "Don't get too involved in your own hype, Katsuki."

"But I'm me!" Katsuki shouted and slammed his fist on the table. Ochaco was using her words to toy with him and piss him off again. There was a reason they never spent time together, and this was one of them. That, and that Ochaco was far too kind to humans, always listening to what they wanted and trying to please them while they did nothing for her. Which is exactly why Katsuki gave less than a fuck about who the hell prayed to him.

"Regardless, you like this human, yes? Why don't you got talk to him." Ochaco suggested. "Fuck no! That would be humiliating!" Katsuki barked back. Tenya placed a hand on his hip. "Ahh, another victim of The Passion, I take it? You had sex with him then left, didn't you? Is that why you won't just go see him, because you feel the need to keep playing up this sexual phantom act?" Tenya prodded. Ochaco and he have played this song and dance before, knowing that if they just helped Katsuki with whatever this week's issue was, the sooner he'd leave them in peace.

"Yes, exactly!" Katsuki agreed, something didn't sit right with him to visit one of his one night stands again after he left. No human ever got that kind of special treatment. "Well, the way I see it," Ochaco began, "Is you have two options here. You can, A) do nothing or B) go see him. And we all know what he would say if he were here." Ochaco stood up, raised a hand and placed it on Katsuki's shoulder.

"Go after him, Young Katsuki!" Ochaco said in a deep voice, imitating the taller, yet younger god. "Oh, that's Yoshinori, right?" Tenya said, looking to derail Katsuki on his quest for opinion on what to do regarding his romance issues. Tenya liked messing with Katsuki only a little bit. "You got it!" Ochaco said cheerily. "You are so good at impressions, Ochaco." Tenya said, nodding his head. "Okay, okay, who's this?" Ochaco crossed her arms over her chest, pressing her lips in a thin frown and furrowing her brow slightly. "Hmph'". She sighed out, turning her head away from the two. "Ah, that's Shouto!" Tenya said, and Ochaco jump up in excitment. "Yeah!" Katsuki rolled his eyes and kicked the leg of the table, making it scoot across the floor slightly. "Listen, you two are real fuckin' cute and all, but can focus for one goddam minute?" Ochaco heaved out a sigh. "Katsuki, you're so boring! But fine. Like I said, I didn't use The Pull on you, you're just in loooove!" She sang out, covering her mouth as she giggled.

"I am not." Katsuki growled, giving the table another good kick. Tenya rolled his eyes, baffled how someone could have the energy to act this angry all the time. "Okay, so what did you want us to do about your problem?" Tenya asked, walking around his end of the table to approch the Katsuki. "I wanted you two to fix my goddam problem is what!" He yelled out, slamming both palms on the table.

"Well, if he's giving you so much trouble, why don't you go down there and show him what fore, huh? Tell him you won't be made a fool by his charms!" Ochaco encouraged, sneaking a wink to Tenya, conveying that they would be here all day with him trying to fix this issue of his if they didn't redirect his attention to something else. "Yeah, you're right, who does that bitch think he is?! He's not so great!" Katsuki said, nodding his head at Ochacho.

"Yeah, you'll go down there and say, 'I am a god, respect me human!'"

"Yeah!"

"You're The God of The Passion, and you won't be taken lightly!"

"Yeah!"

Ochaco pumped her fists in the air. "Who are you?!"

"Katsuki!"

"Aaaand what is your title?!"

"Motherfucking God of The Passion!" Katsuki shouted, small explosions setting off around his body.

"And what are you gonna do?!"

"I'M GONNA FUCK HIM UP!"

"Fuck yeah!" Katsuki and Ochacho both started yelling and screaming in unison, when Katsuki grabbed the edges of the table and flipped it over, cards flying all over the floor. Ochaco followed suit and grabbed her chair and chucked it across the wide, empty, marble white room.

Still screaming and hollering, Katsuki ran out the large, white front door and down the stone pathway and jumped down back to earth.

With eyebrows raised, Tenya scanned the mess the two gods had made, Ochacho still panting from shouting and, by extension, hyping herself up. Standing straight and placing her hands on her hips, she looked confidently at the door Katsuki had left out of. "Our talks are nice." She commented. "Yes, that was certainly... Something?" Tenya struggled to find the words to describe the situation he just witnessed.

"Yeah, but it got him to leave, didn't it?" She said, shrugging. Lifting a hand towards the chair she threw, she swiped her hand threw the hair, altering the gravity affecting the chair and making it fall back to her. It skidded to a halt at her feet. "I suppose, but now I'm worried he's going to hurt, or worse, kill that human he was going on about." Tenya said as he lifted the table back onto its' legs. "I don't think he would. Katsuki barks a lot, but I think he's mostly harmless. He's only killed humans who were horribly disrespectful to him or those who actively picked a fight. The only thing I think this human is guilty of is being too cute for Katsuki soft, school-boy heart."

"Yeah, I guess so." Tenya bent over to start picking up some of the cards that had fallen to the floor, and Ochaco joined him. "Wait, what were we playing again?" Ochaco asked, cards filling her left hand. "I think its' called Old Maid?" Tenya offered. They shrugged at each other and continued cleaning up after Katsuki's mess.

(Side B)

Izuku bustled around his workshop, a small little hut all to his own. Here he was, twenty years old, fresh out of apprenticeship, and he had a little store to call his own. Since he was fourteen he had worked a few other students his age to learn how to work metal and bend it into swords and armor. He had never been very athletic, nor did he have the soul of the warrior, and was exempt from joining the army. He wanted a trade to help his mother and he earn enough to live comfortably, and blacksmith seemed like the obvious choice.

While he always prayed for peace, he felt like he should always contribute in someway in protecting his city, his home, his mother and friends. While he enjoyed his job, he was sure that money would not come so quickly. He just opened shop, today his first day owning his own shop, and was fresh out of his apprenticeship. Only displaying and advertising his wares would draw in customers and their shiny coins. Izuku sighed, promising himself that he would tell his mother to cook less food for him and to save it. He was sure they would need it later.

The bell above the door to his dinky little shop rang, and Izuku greeted as his friend Tsuyu walked in. "Good morning, Tsuyu!" Izuku said proudly, his hands gripping his workshop table trying to stop himself from grinning too wide. "Good morning, Izuku. Finally opening up today?" She said as she slinked in. Tsuyu had always been long kind of scraggly, and was always good with anything involving water. She was always able to hold her breath for a long time underwater, and always brought in a lot of fish when she went fishing. Rumor was that God Iida and God Kaminari had blessed her when she was a child, always giving her gentle and clear waters for most times when she went to sea. She had been hired as a pearl hunter a few years back, and made good money for herself.

"Yup! What do you think? Cool, huh?" Izuku said excitedly. Tsuyu wandered around a bit, peering over at some of his tools.

"Yeah, I guess it's kinda cool."

"I know right?! I can't believe I've finally made it here. Gosh, I'm so excited. I'm going to be making some knives and daggers, maybe some short swords, to have on display until I can afford to buy more materials." Izuku chatted away, his heart bumping in his chest with his excitement. "I'm glad to see you cheerier, Izuku, you were very upset after the festival. I'm glad you seem to be getting over what happened." She said, fiddling with the handle of hammer. "Yeah... But, you know, that was my choice, I just didn't choose the right person. I guess I wasn't prepared to meet people who ditch partners like that, you know?" Izuku said, leaning against the table. "But I don't regret it, it was just a poor outcome."

"That's quite the positive mindset, are you sure you're okay?" Tsuyu asked. Standing straight, Izuku breathed in deep, then sighed. "Yeah, I think I'm okay. Anyway, you stopping by before work?" He asked, wanting to shift the conversation, not feeling too comfortable with giving out details regarding getting fucked then ditched. "Yes, I am. And I was wanting to put in an order for you as well, if that's okay."

"Of course it is! W-What are you wanting?" Izuku said, his mood already elevating. "I'd like a new shucking knife, the one I'm using is getting pretty old, and I decided a change of wardrobe is required." She said, taking out the knife, still wrapped in its' leather. Izuku took it from her and unwrapped it, inspecting it closely. It did seem a bit old, a little dull, but that could be sharpened. He wanted to tell Tsuyu that she didn't reallyneed to replace it, but he knew she knew that, and Izuku knew not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

"Thank you, I would be honored if you were my first customer! Did you want one still about this size?" He asked, and Tsuyu brought a finger up to the corner of her mouth in thought. "Hmm, perhaps just a tad longer, maybe half an inch? Other than that, everything else is fine." Izuku took detailed measurements of the blade, handle, and weight before giving it back to Tsuyu so she could be on her way. "Alright, it'll be three silver pieces upfront, then three once it's done. Is that fine?" He asked, and Tsuyu began to rummage around in the pouch tied to her hip.

"That's fine, you know I'm pretty loaded, Izuku, don't be afraid to up charge a little." She said as dropped the coins into Izuku's palms. "Oh, I don't think I could do that, especially since I'm brand new. I think I might actually get haggled to lower prices, in fact! Isn't that outrageous?!" Izuku said, his face turning that into one of disbelief. He was not about to get robbed in his first shop! "Stay strong, Izuku, stay strong." She nodded knowingly. "Well, I have to skedaddle now. I'll see you later." Tsuyu said, leaving the shop as Izuku waved her out.

Once alone in the shop again, he drew in a deep breath, "Alright, let's go." He said to himself, walking to the forge and tossing in a few logs and starting a fire. While the small flames slowly rose to engulf the dried wood on top, Izuku went to the drawer which contained his blocks of smelted iron. He inspected each one separately, finally deciding on the one he thought the best. He set the block down on his counter next to the chest-high forge. Using a prod, he poked the logs a bit, encouraging the flames to grow higher. Before he could throw another log, he heard the door open, and he turned to greet whoever had entered his shop. His eyes grew wide when he saw who entered. "There you are."

It was him, that man from three weeks ago who he shared his first time with then left him. "Ah, y-you're..." Izuku tightened his lips together in a thin line. "What do you want?" He said, turning his attention back to the forge and throwing another log on. He heard the door slam shut and heavy footsteps moved towards him. "Hey, you shouldn't be back here. Leave, please!" He demanded, the blond man stepped behind the customer counter and zero'd in on Izuku. "You are in no position to order me around, mortal! I've come here to tell you one thing, and you're going to shut the FUCK up and listen."

"Sir, you need to leave! I-If you don't, I'll be forced to-"

"Oh, please, go right on ahead and tell me. I don't think you're in any position to talk back to me, human." The blonde approached him, reaching just a few inches taller than him. Izuku swallowed thickly as he backed away from the blonde man, and prepared to push the other away. As soon as he lifted his arms to push the other away from him and out of his shop (he didn't need this guy ruining his reputation before it began!) the familiar hot fog engulfed his mind and brought Izuku to his knees. His palms slapped flat against the cold floor in an attempt to keep himself up.

The man above him let out a whistle, "Wow, I've never seen it work this fast before! Damn!" He said, kneeling down on one knee to Izuku's eyes. He lifted his head up shakily, staring into the eyes glaring at him in amusement. Izuku could have sworn they were brown before. "So listen, shit stain, I don't have much of a patience, so you're just going to agree to whatever I say, alright?"

"Y-Yes." Izuku cursed himself for speaking before his slogged mind could catch up. "Good boy. Now, I don't know what kind of trickery you've used, but I have decided to give you the priceless privilege of courting me."

"Y... Y... hahh, fuck, you." Izuku managed to spit out at the blonde, whose smirking face quickly turned to a scowl. "Fucking ungrateful bitch! Do you know who you're talking to?! I am a god, and you will show me some damn respect. Thinking you'll skate away with weak-ass prayers and kissing my feet and groveling like the bitch human you are!" Katsuki yelled and pushed Izuku onto his back and straddled his chest, the blonde's knees resting near each ear.

He reached down and grabbed Izuku by the cheeks with his right hand, squeezing his cheeks together, forcing the other's lips to pucker slightly. "With this power, it should be obvious who I am. I want you to look me in the damn eye and tell me who the fuck I am. I know you're not completed fucked up in the brain right now, so do your best, shitty human." Izuku glared up at the other, trying to move his legs and arms but couldn't, the feeling akin to having all your limbs fall asleep.

Blinking the fog away from his eyes and trying to look at anything other than the man towering over him, when it suddenly clicked. Through the thick of the fog, he realized, this power according to legend was controlled by...

"Bah... God Bakugou...?" Izuku whispered out loud before he could stop himself. The man-Bakugou- smirked down at him in approval. "Nice of you to finally catch up, I knew you weren't a complete piss for brains." Bakugou taunted, and Izuku was torn between pushing him off and running to hide or to punch him. He had heard of The Passion, a power that God Bakugou commanded over, the ability to muddle one's thoughts, to make them crave another person, letting attraction spark between two humans. In his unfortunate case, however, it seemed like Bakugou liked to use it on Izuku to make him more obedient, The Passion dulling most feelings other than those sweet, nervous feelings making him feel like a boy in love for the first time again. And the fact that it was working so well on him must have meant that he was still attracted to his god. Maybe not emotionally, but defiantly sexually. Izuku groaned at this unfortunate revelation.

"Oh, please, no, just... Just leave me alone." Izuku begged, arms and legs still putty, and blinking pitifully up to his god. Bakugou smirked at him and lowered Izuku's head back to the floor gently, and patted his cheek once it rested still. "Yeah, you're feeling pretty fucked, aren't you?" Bakugou lessened The Passion's grip over Izuku, and the green-haired man began to stir underneath him.

"But you're mine now, I'm going to take whatever I damn well please!" Bakugou shifted his body and began kissing Izuku with ferociously, teeth clacking together, the blonde's hands grabbing at Izuku's shoulders and scraping lines down his chest with his fingernails. With The Passion still having a hold of him, Izuku unwillingly reciprocated, using what control he did have over his arms to curl his finger's through Bakugou's hair.

Izuku weakly gripped Bakugou's hair and pushed his the other's head to the side, separating the twos' mouths from each other long enough for Izuku to bite down on his tongue hard, hoping the shock would get him to have control over his own body again. With teeth biting down onto his tongue, white hot pain spread though, and a cold sweat ran through Izuku, chasing the fog from his limps to his fingertips, and escaping his mind. Once freed from the god's mental hold over him, he pushed Bakugou over and off of him with both hands. "You motherfucking FUCK!" The god shouted at him, as Izuku scrambled off of the floor.

Feet sliding against the floor, Izuku pulled himself up using the edge of the counter, his fingers curling around the first object he could use as a weapon. It was a hammer. Maybe not a knife, but at least he could bludgeon the god if it came to that. Izuku backed himself up against the counter, hands holding the hammer as he outstretched his arms, pointing it at the absolutely livid god.

"HAH?! How fucking dare you! You forget your goddamn place, human! I will make you regret this!" Bakugou shouted, standing and approaching the shaking Izuku, who still held the hammer out in defense. Bakugou's fiery eyes stared into Izuku, and The Passion took it's grip over Izuku again. "N-No, please..." He begged quietly, his fingers letting the hammer slip and hit the ground with a thud. The Passion forced Izuku to his knees again as Bakugou approached him.

Once the god approached him, Izuku looked up at him with a reddened face, hot tears streaming down his face as he whimpered. "H-H-Have mercy on me, B-Bakugou... Not like t-this, please..." Bakugou smirked down at the curly haired boy, enjoying the power he could so easily wield over humans. They were all so weak. He grabbed Izuku by the hair and jerked his head back, eliciting a cry from the one below. How Bakugou wanted to defile him right here, right now. To hear those moans and cries that have plagued him for weeks. To finally be able to claim this human and make him his.

But... He hesitated. Something was wrong with him. He knew that he could take whatever he wanted, that he should, but something in his gut made him want to stop. Bakugou released all holds of The Passion, but the human still kneeled before him, still crying silently, as Bakugou stood over him, hand still fisted in his hair. Bakugou released his grip in Izuku's hair, sighing, and moved his hand to cup Izuku's cheek. His thumb rubbed against the tear stains on his cheeks as Izuku stared at him with wide eyes. Bakugou glared down at him, huffed out an agitated sigh and turned on his heel and made his way to the door.

Izuku sat frozen in shock as he heard the door open and close. He finally slumped over against the wall, his nerves still buzzing and the realization of what he had done finally suck deep into his stomach. He knew that he was only spared due to the fickle nature of a god. He knew he should have groveled, to have been honored that a god such as Bakugou chose him to be consistently romantically affiliated with.

"I'm going to die at the young age of twenty..." He whispered to himself, knowing that his blatant disrespect and rejection of a god would be going to have him killed. He had slept with that god, weeks ago, but now... Izuku wasn't too sure. He felt like he should be wanting to have relations with the god, just out of respect and his role as a human, but he couldn't shake the feeling that now, he didn't want God Bakugou like this.

Standing on shaking legs, Izuku stood to make his way to the front door, to switch the shop's sign from 'open' to 'now closed'.