VIII.
I did not actually expect to avoid running into DJ Bliss all night at their event, especially not with Dumb and Dumber tag-teaming with me. But I did not think it would happen as soon as we walked into the seizure-inducing warehouse. It was packed wall to wall with ravers, ragers, and cosplayers of all adult ages wearing and waving multicolored glowsticks around. At least a thousand people had to be on the main dance floor, alone, and the building had three stories.
It's been so long since we last shared space that I almost forgot how intense Bliss' Quirk felt to experience in a massive crowd. Just standing at the edge of it, I can tell their Quirk's influence is much stronger now than in the past. But people's Quirks develop in your absence, whether you like it or not. (Ask a parent or pro hero.)
One minute, Kiri and I are at the entrance getting wristbands and lighting our complimentary pre-rolls; Kami's in line for drinks, vibing to DJ Bliss' impeccably curated set. The next, the three of us are wading through a sweaty, stinky moshpit until the other two dumb heroes I came with drift away into their versions of rave fun: Kami was crowd surfing a moshpit playing an air guitar, and Kiri was in a headbanging circle with other heavy metal ragers.
Now, how the fuck?
I end up standing directly under DJ Bliss' sound equipment at the foot of the stage. I'm staring at Bliss, who's wearing barely anything before I can even process what's happening, and it pisses me off how arousing they look from this angle. I'd traded my black tank for a mesh one and my leather jacket for a pink feather boa I snatched off a random idiot right before we walked in, and I'm still maintaining my Wayfarers. (Because I'm not supposed to even be in Japan, remember?)
But now I feel goofy as hell peering up at Bliss looking like Doflamingo. And I'm irritated that I can't move a muscle to dip out. I'm already over this shit!
Like they already knew, Bliss winks at me and takes to the mic, their British accent still adding a cartoonish lilt to their Japanese. At least they're fluent now. "Alright, fam, alright, stoned ragers! We're having the time of our lives tonight because it's FOUR-TWENTY! So let's spark up!" Loud sirens and gunshots reverberate from the speakers. The crowd's cheers nearly split me in half.
Then it hits me: for better or worse, I haven't heard Bliss's voice in five years. It sends chills running through my body.
"Now, if you have a pre-roll, yeah? I want you to lift it in the air for a special guest of mine." The roaring increases as they do what they're told, and I can feel dread sloshing in the pit of my stomach.
"Well, more like a long-lost special friend who's back in Japan just in time for his birthday, can y'know what this silly ol' bloke did? He came to see little ol' me! DJ Bliss, of all people!"
The audience laughs and dismisses the playful self-deprecation. This must be a crowd of 'DJ ' fans because they know— it's best not to take Bliss seriously.
"No, ! You're Mother!"
"Bliss! DJ Bliss, I love you!"
Some dickhead in an oversized rabbit mask behind me shouts, "Bliss! Fuck him! Then fuck me, too!" Then, the worst chant imaginable begins.
"BRING HIM ON STAGE!" And it grows through the crowd, louder, boiling until the warehouse is throbbing from ragers jumping in unison. I'm on high alert for a stampede.
But Bliss is in total control.
Their gaze slinks down at me, and a salacious grin curls up their lip, popping in the lollipop they've been sucking on. They pull the mic from their mouth and shout in my direction, "Watch this!" I roll my eyes, but my body is forced to obey. (I HATE THIS!)
"Aw, what's that? You want me to bring my old lover and friend up on stage?!" The frantic energy surging through the converted shipping yard makes the hairs on my neck bristle. "Well, Alright then. Dynamite! Come on stage, my long-lost mate!" The record scratches and rewinds to a new song. It's hyper-pop and RnB, a nasty mashup of the song playing when we first met.
Gasps rippled through the sea of ravers. When I heard Bliss's siren song calling my pro hero name into the microphone to over five hundred people, all the nitroglycerin in my palms instantly dried up. I could've died right on the spot if the water demon wasn't controlling the fluids in my body. I roll my eyes and think about how stupid I was for agreeing to come. I should've known better!
So much for a quiet return.
My legs began moving independently; I could see Kaminari trying desperately to swim against the moshpit's current to reach me, and I could hear Kirishima screaming at me. "Fuck! Bakugo! Bro! Fight it!"
They knew what was happening. I'd already briefed them on the way here.
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"Okay, you nitwits! Listen up, and don't make me have to repeat myself! This is a matter of life and death, you got it?!" Kiri and Kami eyed each other before looking back at me. We were in the warehouse parking lot, hotboxing in Kiri's car.
"...Okay. It's just your birthday, bro. What's got your boxer briefs all in a bunch?" Kami asked, giggling at my soberness.
"First off, Dumbass. What has Ears told you about Bliss?" His brain short-circuits before he answers.
"Um…I-I think they met a while back at a rock festival where they were both performing. Jiro said DJ was sick on the turntables. I know they've hung out a couple of times in the past year and connected over having musical Quirks… Oh, and that she-"
"They," I corrected.
"Right. My bad. They have a twin sister named Serenity who's the exact opposite, but…"
"What?!" Kiri and I shouted.
"Jiro never said anything about them beyond that."
I'm fuming. "Bitch, why'd you make it sound like it was something serious?"
"I didn't! I'm high! I was thinking…and didn't want you getting mad at me," he whimpered.
"Whatever. Look, Bliss and I have history."
"Well, yeah—we figured that," Kiri cracked.
I scoffed. "Cut it with the sarcasm. This is serious, man. Be serious. It's a really dark and complicated past that I don't talk about outside of therapy."
Kiri's tone was the first to shift. "Oh…shit. Bro. Okay. We're listening."
"Yeah," Kami agreed, leaning forward between the front seats. "We're all ears for real this time."
"Good, because my sobriety hinges on this shit." They nodded.
"And my life." They gagged.
( ◣∀◢)ψ
It's been ages since, but once upon a time, Bliss and I had too many reckless nights to remember. No, like, I literally cannot remember a majority of them. That's how blackout-wasted and loaded we used to get together.
From the first night we met while they were DJing a mutual ex's RnB concert, which turned into a six-month series of euphoric weekend benders of wild sex (together and with other people), drugs, and partying, to the nasty breakup we had a year and a half later, and the toxic on-again-off-again codependence-ship that came from it until the fateful night that led to my exile, I never knew a moment's peace with Bliss.
But it was a hell of a ride down to rock bottom.
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.
For all the fun we had,
for all the fighting we did,
and the irreparable damage we caused in our lives,
you'd think they'd be sick of me by now.
My beautiful, twisted nightmare.
"Kacchan!" Bliss' sultry voice strums a frayed chord in my chest. I stand at the top of the stage steps, praying to a god I don't believe in to save me from this mess.
"I told you not to call me that," I say gruffly. I'm on stage now, standing behind a large speaker. I try my damnedest not to look into the sea of punk rockers losing themselves to Bliss' Quirk for fear of being recorded and going viral on social media.
"Aw, how cute. You're still guarded about your childhood pet name after all this time. Still reserved only for your precious boy toy, eh?" I'm scowling at their smug grin because they know what they're doing. Keep your cool, Katsuki.
"Stop using your Quirk on me, Elizabeth," I grit out my teeth. They're the only person I don't raise my voice at. I can't. It's complicated.
"Oh, no, sweetheart! We don't deadname, 'kay? Besides, you know heroes only like their aliases to be used publicly…"
Bliss was the furthest thing from a hero. Then again, so am I.
"Oh—I didn't know. My bad-"
"Ah, poo! Kacchan, You're no fun, you're no fun anymore! You used to make me work for an apology," they pout like the fuckin' brat they are, and I glower. "But I can still work for it," they say, licking their lips in a way that sends riptides through my lower body. I cringe internally, knowing their intentions, but I stand my ground. Bliss is a slick siren, not one to back down once their line is hooked. But I can't go back down that sinking ship with them. Recovery has been a pain in the ass, as is. I can't go back to rehab.
"Bliss. Please." (I'm trying my best not to rage, but damn, do they push me to the edge! Why the fuck did I let those two idiots talk me into this?) Bliss' ocean-blue eyes are fixed on me, studying me with a brooding gaze I do not miss being caught under. It feels like being drifted out to sea just to be drowned by a tsunami.
"Ugh," they groan, disgusted. "You really have changed, Kacchi." Flicking their mermaid-finned hand fan in my direction, Bliss' other Quirk wafts in the air. Their signature turquoise wavecrest materializes above my head. A refreshing sea breeze blows in my face, and the blissful daze lifts.
"If you'd just been patient another minute or so, my siren song would've worn off anyway. You're still more resistant to it than anyone else. You just used to put up more of a fight."
"I don't care, Bliss." When we first met, I was so drawn to them that it felt like puppet strings controlled my body. "I'm getting off this stage," I say, finally looking out at the hordes of people moshing and raving, realizing they look puppeteered, too. Bliss follows my glare and dismisses the scene with a flick of their wrist.
"Oh, don't worry about them, darling. They have no idea you're up here." Bliss changes the heavy bass music to a thumping techno beat that switches the reckless revelry to an energetic pulse. The waning glowsticks recharged with vigor. They're in the 'Blissful State,' and so is the siren DJ. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see their ornately decorated long nails scratching the turntables, and I allow my glancing eye to linger...then wander.
I wish I hadn't.
Since I've been gone, Bliss's svelte physique has only refined into a curvy sculpture of pure muscle. Their skin, their polished face, naturally the color of warm sand, is tanned and glistens under the moving lights. They've shaved half of their head and fishtail-braided the rest of their glittery purple mane down past their fat ass, adorning it with gold-plated fishbone combs. Strings of pearls dangle from their hair, neck, and ears like teardrops. Their deep eyes…that alluring shade of cerulean blue…plunge me into their ocean floor of lust and passion. I feel my insides liquifying again.
DAMMITTTT! This is a fucking disaster.
Everything between us has changed, but for one thing: Bliss is still the sexiest bitch I've ever laid eyes on, and they still turn me on. (Okay, so, two.)
I turn around and entirely focus on them, admiring how they move to the music. As they dance fluidly, swaying their hips to the songs they made, the fish scales running up their sides glimmer a silvery rainbow like a disco ball. The light spectrum bounces off the strobe lights and then off of the erratic partygoers' heads, and my mind flashes back to those nonstop parties doing lines and swapping blowjobs in Tokyo nightclubs and the endless nights fucking their brains out as their smooth skin shimmered in the dark.
"You've made some upgrades to your Quirk, I see." And your body, and your hair, and your face, and your...
"Ha! You're not the only one who's been busy changing up their look, y'know," they tease, poking a slender finger through one of my gauges.
My face is flushing, I know. "Hm. The music still sounds good." I try to avert my gaze, but our eyes lock anyway, and that dangerous shiver returns.
"Kiss me," they whisper in my mouth, their full lips in a seductive pucker. That fucking mouth…
"No."
Bliss bursts out laughing. "My my, Kacchi. You've been delivered from temptation, I see."
But I haven't. The second I saw Bliss, everything within me reacted like I'd tripped a live wire. It's been five years, and still, my first thought was to rip the fishnet stockings off their shapely legs and finish where we left off before everything between us burned to hell.
If I could call what Bliss and I had all those years ago love—which I do not—I would say they're the closest I've ever come to loving someone who wasn't Deku.
"Kacchi, it's been so long! Where have you been hiding, babe?!" They're teasing with my collar. "I love the neck tattoo, babe. It's...dangerous."
I shrug them off. "I haven't been hiding. I've just been avoiding you."
"Oosh! Sick burn, explosion boy!" They giggle. "Almost like the one you gave me s–HEY! Who's fucking with the groove?" Their head snaps to face the crowd.
I spot Kaminari powering up an indiscriminate shock so loud it pops the sound system. But it also succeeds in knocking half the crowd out and shocking Kirishima out of Bliss' spell. They rush to the stage and flank me, panting and scowling.
"Aw, that's nice. I see you brought backup. But to a rave, Kacchi? Tsk. I expected more trust from you," they tease, twirling a new lollipop in their mouth. Thanks to the generators, the sound system cuts back on. And so does the party...
"Shut up. These are my friends." I say begrudgingly. "This rave was their dumb idea."
"Oooh…so you brought more fish to the sea for me-"
"DON'T YOU DARE," I bare my fangs, shoving my boys behind me.
"Ah, I'm kidding! You know I like to play." They wink, and I push us back a step. "And I know it's your birthday in a few hours. Care to introduce us?"
"Not really," I gruff.
"Hi! I'm Kaminari! The ladies call me Killa Kam. And you are…WOW." Bliss blushes. "B-E-A-U-T-"
"You idiot! Show some respect for Ears!" I slap him upside his head.
"Ears?" Bliss lights up. "Oh, you mean Earphone Jack?! Are you Denki? EJ's partner?" Kami smiles wide while nursing the knot forming on his head.
"Yup! That's my Jiro Jack!" He says, returning to his beaming pride over his famous and very committed girlfriend.
"That's sick as fuck! It's a pleasure to meet you, Denki! Jiro is the homie, and they've told me a lot about you!"
"I'm sure they lied," I say under my breath. Bliss yanks Kami in for a warm embrace, and it takes a lot of my breathwork coaching not to rip them apart—both out of fear for Denki's lack of will and... (Okay, fine!) A sliver of jealousy that they were touching. (Yes, I do hate myself, thank you for asking.)
I separate them after I see Kami not-so-subtly nestling his head in Bliss' cleavage.
"You're a sick fuck, you know that? I'm telling Jiro on you!" I whack him again.
"The name's Kirishima. Hi," Kirishima breaks through us and puts his hand out for Bliss. They study each other and smile when their eyes meet.
"Hi, Kirishima. I know who you are," Bliss coos, shaking his hand with too much enthusiasm if you ask me. Kiri and I exchange clueless glances.
"You do?"
"You do?" I echo.
"I do," Bliss nods. "You're Red Riot, correct?"
"Oh! Yes, I am!" His rigid muscle flex. I've never seen Kirishima blush so hard that his crimson hair turned light pink. Ugh, my friends are fucking pussies. I told them not to fall for Bliss' flirty tricks. I lean over his shoulder to whisper in his ear.
"You disgust me." He shrugs as Bliss continues serenading him with compliments.
"Plus, Pinky's a proper friend of EJ's and an incredible break dancer. You've got to tell her I want her to choreograph my next music video."
"Broooo! Seriously?! No way! I will! She's gonna love that! I can't wait to tell her." He's pumping the air before his body turns to stone. "Wait, how do you…"
Bliss nods and smiles. "I've hung out with her and Jiro a couple times in the studio. She's punk as fuck, too."
"She's the coolest, isn't she?" He gushes. A tinge of envy grips me, hearing my boys brag about their partners while in healthy, stable, long-term relationships. Fuck.
I want that.
"The coolest," Bliss tenderly agrees before their eyes slink back to me. "Here," they turn to their DJ table and hand me three all-access passes, pointing backstage. "Take these to Tanjiro at the foot of the stairs. He's the one with the watery eyes. He'll take you boys backstage to my green room and treat you like the great explosion murder god you are, my hot birthday boy," they wink. I stare at the passes like the plague.
"I'm not taking these." This is how it begins with Bliss. You accept, they exploit.
"Aw, come on, Kacchi! I'm so happy to see your devilish face in the flesh again! And on your birthday, no less! Let Bliss please you, sugar."
"No, Bliss. I said I'm good-" It's not Bliss' Quirk I've been trying to avoid...
"Right! Come on, Katsuki! Let's not be rude to our host!" Kami joins in begging, but Kiri remains silent.
"You know you want to." Bliss' eyes darken, peering into my depths. They place a long fingernail on my lip, and I'm instantly transported back into that sunken place where only Bliss and I exist. It's their hold on me, on my carnal natures, my anger, regret, rage. It's the fear they broil in my heart that makes me addicted to them, the drugs, and the ecstasy of our abusive, codependent relationship until I reach the bottom of the bottle. I snatch the lanyards out of Bliss' hand.
It's not Bliss' Quirk.
It's this
craving
desire,
This heat embroiling my chest
pressing up against my skin—
It's this tortuous delight
of pain
of pleasure
of not knowing the difference
between heaven and hell.
But it's the knowing
that I've been trying to avoid.
Bliss was my angel of death.
And this is another level of hell.
( ◣∀◢)ψ
Bliss knows about Deku because we met when my heart was gnashing its teeth on regret. I'd fought him in my flat the night he finally told me he was in a relationship and love and went on a bender to lick my wounds. His voice when he told me the truth echoed in my drunken mind with the same earnestness to Todoroki I overheard years ago. But I look back and realize I no longer think I blacked out and raged because Deku was with Shoto (his fuckass summer fling with Shinso when we were still at UA pissed me the fuck off, too); it was that it wasn't me. Again, I was too afraid to do the scary thing for my heart.
Deku hadn't spoken to me for weeks, and I was wallowing—afraid it would stretch into months, and my heart began hurting in a new way.
I'd found myself at a concert alone. An old fling from Korea was on tour and performing in Tokyo and Osaka. They'd invited me to both nights, but K-RnB wasn't my thing, so I didn't want to go. But after thirty screened calls and a slew of ignored texts to Deku, I said fuck it.
I arrived at the packed concert venue late, but DJ Bliss was the first person I saw. They mesmerized the swooning audience on stage, making people sob, scream, and jizz themselves to reach the stage, and my old friend still hadn't gone on to perform yet. But before I knew it, I was soaring past them to get on that stage. (What, Bakugo?! Did you seriously use your Quirk to hop on a concert stage during a performance? You bet your sweet ass I did.)
An hour later, we were fucking on their tour bus.
In the middle of giving them Casamigos-fueled backshots, I made a grave mistake.
"Ah, fuck! Izuku…!"
Bliss craned their head back at me, their plaited braid tightly wound around my fist. I froze, realizing what I'd said.
"Who's Izuku, Dynamite?" My eye twitched.
"Oh-I…uh…sorry about that-" My throat was beginning to close up. Their eyes swirled into an alluring whirlpool of curiosity.
"Is that the name of a former lover?" Bliss licked their lips enticingly. "Are you fucking me and fantasizing about an ex, young pro hero?" I held my position, stunned, my brain melting wax. Fucking them was feeling so good that I lost myself. You fucking dumbass!
"It-It's not like that," I tripped over my words. "I…I wasn't thinking about anyone but you. It-It slipped out," I nervously admitted. How the fuck is this shrimp making me this damn nervous?!
"Mmhmm…" Bliss slipped off my dick and spun around to get a better look at me. Their balmy hand cupped my chin, the magnetism in their voice pulling me in like a fish on a line. "Aw, don't look so depressed, Dynamite! I can be…what name did you say? Oh right! I can be Izuku for the night." Their tongue flicked the tip of mine, and I could feel myself becoming undone. "Would you like that?" They patiently asked. Their low, sultry voice made me get hard again.
It was such a genuine question that I didn't know how to answer them in words. But I did kiss them, and I did fuck them with all the passion and frustration I had pent up for Deku. That night, I fucked Bliss' ass silly and learned about their second Quirk:
Kink.
I closed my eyes to regain focus on my strokes. Then, I opened them to see Deku's face, immediately scrambling out of Bliss' body.
"Oi! What the fuck is going on?!" Bliss cocked their head to the side, puzzled.
"What? You don't like what you see?"
"No!"
"Why? It's what your heart desires, is it not?" They innocently asked, switching back to their original face. And what a stunning face it was.
I paused and thought for a second about how Quirks could manifest. Eyeing Bliss with suspicion, "Your Quirk did this?" A smug grin curled the corners of their lips, but they said nothing; they just pulled me in to inhale my lips. As we kissed, I forgot all about how put off I was by their face shifting that, surprisingly, Deku was nowhere on my mind.
"So, are you going to finish fucking Izuku, silly, or are you going to keep wasting my time?" Bliss said. They sounded annoyed but slowly wrapped their long legs around my middle and slid me back inside. "For this to work, you cannot break eye contact, okay, Dynamite?"
I didn't break eye contact while stroking Bliss in missionary after that. I couldn't. I had to see Deku's facial expressions as if he were truly there.
Enjoying me, enjoying him.
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.
I'm not gonna lie, that shit was unnerving the first few times, but after a while…
"So, this is Izuku, huh…" Bliss said thoughtfully, their eyes scanning the screen after we finished another round. I showed them my lock screen. It was a candid picture Uraraka took of us back at UA. We're standing side-by-side in our school uniforms. We must've been laughing about something because Deku and I were smiling at the ground. Blushing.
"Yeah, but this picture is like, three years old now. He doesn't look this young and scrawny anymore." I chuckled at my joke, "Not that useless." We were covered in post-coital residue and tangled my bedsheets. The same bed Deku had held me in months prior. Bliss was the first person back in my space since the night we fought.
"Hm. Cute." They passed me back my phone. "I mean, he's rather plain-looking, but you two look adorable together." I turned scarlet. "So…"
I grunted. "What…?"
"Who do you see when you fuck me as him. The boy on your phone screen or the man you know now?" A pang struck my chest. Why did they have to ask me that?
I looked away. "I'd rather not say…" My heart squeezed under my pecs.
Bliss yawned, unbothered. "Well, it doesn't matter anyway, I suppose. I can't see it, anyway, and I definitely don't care when you're inside me." They pressed their lips against mine. "Look, I've been having a bloody good time with you, Katsuki. And I don't want it to end so soon. Do you?" Bliss softly asked, their pooling eyes giving me a once-over. Their upper-crust European accent exposed a new sincerity, and sparks tickled my gut. This was Bliss's vulnerability.
And I was on the verge of falling for them.
Bliss broke our kiss and cleared their throat like a spell was broken. "So! Shall we do some sand and get back to it?" 'Sand' was what Bliss called coke. I nodded, and we did.
Again, and again, and again, and again...
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The jealousy started soon after they met.
It was about a year into our quasi-relationship. We weren't just fucking, and we weren't dating anyone else, but we were still having surface-level fun. So once I got my footing working at Vestiges, the agency, and the bar, and everyone had gotten comfortable enough, we tried going on a couple of couple dates with Deku and Shoto.
But it was difficult.
"I don't want you calling me Kacchan anymore." We'd just gotten back from a couple's dinner with them and Tits and Four-Eyes.
"And why the fuck not?" They threw my car key on the counter and grabbed a bottle of water, downing it like a parched fish.
"Because…" I thought I could keep up with the lovers' circle. Because now that I was occupying my heart, mind, and time with Bliss, I thought it would be enough to distract me and wash away the muck and grime of everything else I truly wanted.
"Because, what, Kacchan?" Bliss spat in my face as they approached me daringly. "Is it because you think your precious Izuku is going to find out you've been using his special nickname for you to fuck me?"
"No," I said flatly, backing up to keep the peace. "It just doesn't feel right."
"Oh? Since when?"
"Since you started saying it even when we're not…" I was sick to my stomach over what I was about to say. "...Role-playing BKDK." Bliss snarled and spat on the floor. It's dark out, and only the table lamp is on, but I can see them in the dim lighting very well. Their eyes widened, registering what I was referring to.
Dinner had been an awkward mess because every damn time Deku called me 'Kacchan,' Bliss was right on his ass parroting the name, too. And it wasn't the first time.
"Hey, Kacchan, can you please pass the salt?" He'd innocently ask or mention something specific like, "Kacchan, do you remember the name of our kindergarten teacher?" Then Bliss would come right behind for the next five minutes: "Kacchan, can you... Kacchan, remember... Kacchan told me this... and Kacchan does that..."
It became so gratingly annoying to the group dynamic that at one point, Shoto asked, confused, if we'd grown up together, too. And the worst part was, I couldn't blame the Icy Hot airhead for asking.
Bliss froze. "Wait. Wait...wait. Did that bother you at dinner?"
"Yes," I ground out.
"Why? Because your favorite twink was there?"
"Yes- wait, no. He is not my twink!"
"But you wish he was." Bliss was baiting me. "Aw, poor Kacchan! He can't fuck the boy of his dreams, so he settles for a bad bitch out of his league." They began downing their second bottle of water.
"Hey! I never said that! And don't get ahead of yourself, Elizabeth. You'll never be out of my league."
Something snapped in them when I said that. I instantly wished I could take it back. A splash of water soaked my face as the glass bottle clattered to the ground and rolled away.
"So what?!" They shrieked, morphing their face into his. "You're just going to switch up on me then?! I thought you liked me when I looked like this. I thought this face made you horny to see! Made you cum for me!"
"STOP DOING THAT!" The windows rattled thanks to my voice. The only perk of living in a top-floor penthouse is having no neighbors. I'd hate for anyone to hear Dynamite the Pro Hero shout like this over a lover's quarrel.
"Why?" Bliss' voice was hushed but demanding. Their face melted into Deku's trademark pout, nailing his watery eyes. My knees buckled. "It's never been a problem before, Kacchan. In fact, you fuck me even harder when I'm wearing this face, you know?"
"Shuuut up," I growled. I was trying to control my breathing and my temper but failing to do either. Deku-no, Bliss's lips slowly grazed my neck, breathing a steady warm air current up and down my carotid artery. My will was beginning to unravel, and my body was overheating. I bit down on my bottom lip. Bliss' Deku voice tickled my eardrums.
"It makes cumming harder all over your dick even more satisfying. You know why?" I grit my teeth, waiting for the indicting blow. But it doesn't come. I grabbed them by the wrists. My voice was even. Calm.
"Look. It's wrong, Bliss. I know that now. So, I'm asking you nicely-"
"Nicely?" Bliss cackled. Then, I remembered the flip side of a siren—the banshee. "What the fuck is asking me nicely going to do, Kacchan?" They smashed me up against the glass wall separating my living room from my bedroom and pinned me in place. The glass splintered in the center of my back but didn't shatter. "HUH? What ever shall you do if I don't stop calling you 'Kacchan,' KACCHAN?"
It was a reflex I wish I didn't have. But my mind dissociated from my body, and I grabbed their throat. Immediately, Deku's face dissolved back into Bliss.
Their perfect, fucking scared face.
"I SAID STOP CALLING ME THAT. YOU ARE NOT HIM. YOU NEVER WILL BE HIM. SO, ENOUGH!"
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Then, the fateful night that changed everything…
"Bliss! What the fuck?!" My throat was raw from screaming. My body trembled as everything I witnessed began to click into place. And on fire. This was bad. No. It was so fucked up, it terrified me. I shook their limp body, foam bubbling out the corner of their mouth. "Bliss, no! Please, don't do this, Bliss! You can't do this to me, Elizabeth! I don't need this bullshit right now!"
…I found out Bliss had a third Quirk. And it was a devastating revelation.
As we fought, I wondered how we got here. Why things between us always had to go from raging fun to raging mad like this.
And now Deku's life was on the line.
Before the fatal blow that shattered everything in my life, Bliss's oversized, screeching voice pierced the night sky. "You shouldn't have left me, Dynamite! You should've picked me! This is on you!"
Words that would haunt me throughout several rehab stints and countless psychotherapy sessions with my psychiatrist for years to come.
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The three of us find our way backstage. The opulent blue-green room looks like we're swimming under the sea. Tanjiro nods as he shuts the door behind us, but not before sizing me up.
"You got a problem?" I growl, but he just slams the door in my face.
"Do you know him?" Kiri asks, looking at the door.
"No." I shove my hands in my Best Jeanist jeans pockets.
"Woah…cool! I feel like we're inside of a fishbowl!" Kaminari marvels, strolling around and checking out the posh setup. It's stocked with everything a rockstar DJ would need for a good time. "Bakubaby, you shouldn't gatekeep your rich and famous friends away from us like this!"
"Denki! Wait a minute!" Kiri stretches out his hand but drops it in defeat. He glances back at me, concern etching his face. "Hey, man. You okay?" I turn my attention to my friend, still reeling from my reunion with Bliss.
"Hm? Yeah," I tell him, snapping out of an emotional daze. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me."
"You sure, bro? I know you said Bliss was a siren, but you ain't tell us DJ Bliss had such a powerful Quirk! I almost lost all sense of control on the dance floor. Their DJing had me in a trance! And you were on stage, in the eye of the storm...I can't imagine." He shakes his head in mystified horror. I chuckle a little at that, grateful for Kirishima's caring heart even if I don't show it.
"I said it's cool. Bliss's Quirk doesn't work on me in the same way."
"Ah, is that so? So you didn't feel any of those gnarly mood swing waves crashing down your brain and body?"
"No," I chuckle. "Bliss has a different effect on me." The look in his eyes tells me he doesn't really understand what I mean, but in a way, that's a good thing.
I'd told my boys enough to keep them on guard. "Never lower your defenses in there. You got it?!" But that was all I told them. No one else needed to know just how sinister the siren DJ could be.
"But, I gotta say, brother. They're charming and bad as hell. I can see why you wanted to stay far away. They look like the type to ruin your life just for the plot and say, 'Thanks for the memories.' Sorry we failed you, man." Kami looks at me like he'd just failed a rescue mission.
"Don't fucking pity me-"
I hear their sensual tenor and feel their hot breath against my neck before registering their presence. It's sleek and tempting, and I feel my feet slipping underwater. A lollipop is shoved in my mouth.
Damn, I let my guard down.
"Hi, Kacchi... Did you miss me?"
a/n: it's pride month and i thought, ooh! this would be a great time to introduce the baddest bitch, Bliss! Bliss is my first OC(!) in the mha universe, the only one in this story. go beyond! the writing process: okay! so now you've met the baddest bitch, Bliss. the agent of seduction and scheming chaos in our story, and Kacchan's love life! Bliss quite literally came to my subconscious as I was writing ch. 3; I did not intend to create them or for them to have whatever this is they've got going on with Bakugo. which is a perfect character marker of my OC: Bliss does whatever Bliss wants.
Bliss is an intersex agender heteromorph siren who can use their siren song powers and beauty to hypnotize anyone they desire within a one-mile radius with their voice and music to control the mood and people in any space. so basically, everything a mythological siren can do, Bliss can do better, but their main Quirk is face/shape-shifting to lure whoever they desire into submission (...more on that later on...). lastly, their "day job" is as a world-renowned DJ, and while i don't want to give out too much of their nuances just yet, it's important to know that they're auDHD (autistic and have ADHD), a recovering user, and Kacchan's primary (past) fuck buddy. and i'll tell you a life update that's something Bakugo doesn't even know yet: Bliss now moonlights performing drag and reading books to kids in children's hospitals. (๑✧ ³✧) (▀U ▀-͠)
(special thanks to bragi132 for being the first reviews and comments! i appreciate your thoughts.) would love to know how y'all are feeling about Bliss and their introduction to the story. any thoughts or predictions about how things will go in the green room? i'd love to read your comments and thoughts on this chapter :)
I hope reading this was PLUS ULTRA!
[I don't own the rights to MHA.]
~BKG OUT~ ( ◣∀◢)ψ
psst! next chapter is slated for a mid-June release.