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“I’m coming over tonight,” Bakugou grumbles into his phone as soon as he answers a call.
A sigh comes from the other line. Bakugou knows it well enough to know it’s out of amusement rather than exhaustion. “I was just calling to let you know I’m working late today.”
“I’ll have dinner waiting, then.”
“You don’t have a key to my place. How will you get in?”
“I’ll find a way.” Bakugou grins when he hears the other man laugh softly.
“Alright. I’ll see you later, then.”
“See ya, Sho.”
Bakugou hangs up, already in a better mood after confirming his evening plans with his boyfriend. But as he turns around the corner and into the agency break room, the smile on his face instantly transforms into a scowl.
A gaggle of his coworkers and former classmates– and okay, his goddamn friends –are all staring at him, mouths agape.
“What?” he snaps as he stomps over to the refrigerator to grab his bento.
“Dude,” Kirishima is manly enough to break the silence. “ Sho ?”
Bakugou freezes from where he’s turning on the tea kettle. Shit .
He takes a deep, steadying breath before he turns around. “You heard that?” He jerks his head to indicate the hallway where he’d just taken the call.
Everyone nods.
Bakugou jabs a finger at them all. “Well, if you got shit to say, then say it,” he seethes. “It ain’t a secret that Sho and I are together–”
“You’re official?” Midoriya squeaks in delight, his face lighting up.
“We didn’t fuckin’ make a press release or whatever the fuck ‘cause we knew you all would get all weird about it,” Bakugou presses on, glaring at them. “So if you got shit to say, then fuckin’ say it.”
There’s a heavy silence. And then everyone is mobbing Bakugou, hugging him and kissing him and offering their congratulations.
“Get off!” he roars.
“Blasty, we’re so happy for you both!” Ashido cooes. “It’s a surprise, but I can totally see how you two would be good together.”
“Yeah dude!” Kaminari playfully punches him in the arm and gracefully dodges when Katsuki tries to punch him back for real.
“Congrats,” Sero adds with a strained smile.
Finally they all let him go and before Bakugou can grab his food and escape to the building rooftop where he can eat in peace, Kirishima drapes an arm over his shoulder. “Hey, we should all go out for drinks after work to celebrate. We’d love to hear all about how you got together.”
“Nothin’ to tell. He’s hot as fuck, I’m hot as fuck. He’s a badass hero, I’m a badass hero.”
“So romantic, Kacchan,” Midoriya giggles.
“Well, we won’t press you for details, bro,” Kirishima assures him. “But I’d like us all to hang out outside of work anyway, y’know? It’s been a while.”
“Fine,” Bakugou grumbles. “Now leave me the fuck alone.” He stomps out, pretending not to hear when they all start gushing over the news about his relationship.
Just as he enters the stairwell, an elevator opens and Todoroki emerges. He walks into the breakroom and is immediately accosted by his friends with knowing smiles and relentless questions.
“When did you first get together?”
“Is it serious?”
“When d’you think Katsuki will pop the question?”
Todoroki tilts his head. “Question? What question?”
“Y’all, back up, let the man breathe,” Ashido giggles. “You hungry, Sho ?”
Todoroki blinks at her, bewildered. “Um. Yes, thanks. I was just going to get something from the vending machine.”
“Er, actually,” Sero speaks up sheepishly. “I ended up making too much curry last night, so you can have my leftovers if you want? It’s in the glass container in the fridge.”
“Oh. Thanks very much, Hanta,” Todoroki smiles warmly.
“You just missed Kacchan,” Midoriya says helpfully.
“Oh,” Todoroki answers. “Did he want to see me, or–?”
“Of course he does!” Kaminari says.
“Okay,” Todoroki repeats. “I’ll go see if he’s upstairs, I guess.”
On the rooftop, Bakugou is angrily biting into onigiri. His eye mask is pushed up so his hair is out of his face. He turns and glares when he hears Todoroki approach. “What the fuck do you want, Icy Hot?”
Todoroki shrugs, but sits down beside him and opens the lunch Sero gave him. “They said you wanted to see me?”
“Tch. Probably to try and get some stupid gossip, more like.”
Todoroki raises an eyebrow. “Gossip?”
“Don’t wanna talk about it,” Bakukgou grunts, stabbing a piece of chicken with his chopsticks.
“Alright,” Todoroki says with a shrug before he takes a bite of curry.
They eat their lunch in comfortable silence, enjoying the warm weather.
***
After work, Bakugou somehow survives a couple rounds of drinks with his moronic friends– the ones who aren’t still working, that is –before he finally slips out of the pub unnoticed. Pulling on his facemask and baseball cap, he boards a subway train after grabbing a couple of ingredients from a local grocery store.
He gets off the train a few stops later and walks to a modest apartment complex. He takes a quick look around before using his quirk to launch himself upward until he lands quietly on one of the balconies. He unlocks the sliding glass door using the universal key Hatsume had given to him for missions– and yes, technically he shouldn’t use his work tech in his personal life, but he wants to do something nice for his goddamn boyfriend, alright?
He places the groceries on the kitchen counter and fills the food bowl for Sakura, the pink-hued calico cat. She slinks over to Bakugou for pets before she begins eating her dinner.
Bakugou shakes his head when he opens the cabinets and fridge, annoyed at how sparse they are. But for the moment, he concentrates on making the best goddamn bibimbap the world has ever tasted.
He’s just about finished when he hears the front door open and close.
“I’m home,” Aizawa’s gravelly voice comes from the entryway.
Bakugou puts down what he’s doing and he has to control himself not to run down the hallway– though he can’t help the goofy half-smile, half-smirk that appears on his face.
“Welcome home,” he grumbles back, pulling the slightly taller man into his arms.
“Smells good,” Aizawa comments.
“Mmm,” Bakugou hums vaguely and kisses him gently, closing his eyes as he feels the familiar black stubble rub against his cheeks.
“Food will get cold,” Aizawa says, though he’s the one who goes in for another kiss– this time deepening it.
Bakugou can already feel himself get hard, but like the hero he is he breaks the kiss and drags Aizawa to the kitchen so he can eat what is likely his first full meal of the day.
Aizawa ties up his long silky black hair into a loose bun before he washes his hands in the sink. “So how’d you break into my apartment?”
“Didn’t break in,” Bakugou smirks again and flashes the key.
Aizawa rolls his eyes but he’s too tired to reprimand him properly. “Thanks,” he says instead, when Bakugou hands him his bowl.
They quietly tell each other about their day as they eat, and after, Bakugou wraps his arms around Aizawa’s torso as he washes the dishes. “Don’t leave marks,” Aizawa warns, though he angles his head so Bakugou has better access.
“Wear a turtleneck,” Bakugou counters, sucking at his pale skin.
Aizawa gives up on cleaning the kitchen and turns around in Bakugou’s arms. Their lips crash together, both eager in a way that would have been embarrassing if it wasn’t completely mutual. They barely make it to the bedroom, and they’re already naked by the time they flop onto Aizawa’s incredibly comfortable king-size bed; Aizawa is a simple man, but he does take sleep very seriously.
Bakugou lays on top of Aizawa, thrilled when he elicits breathless moans from his former sensei; even if this probably is their hundredth time fucking, it never gets old. They exchange lazy kisses, smiling against each other’s lips as they catch their breath. Then Aizawa is flipping them so Bakugou is on his back, his legs on Aizawa’s shoulders. Aizawa gives one warning lick to his muscular thigh before diving in and eating him out like he hasn’t just eaten a hearty dinner.
Bakugou can’t help but whine, and he grabs onto Aizawa’s hair, effectively ruining his messy bun as his hair tie comes loose and drops somewhere amongst the messy sheets, instantly forgotten. Bakugou’s back arches as he reaches his first orgasm, and Aizawa nips his thigh again before crawling up his body until they can kiss once more.
“Shouta,” Bakugou says breathlessly.
“Katsuki,” Aizawa answers back quietly. “Are you tired?”
Bakugou’s eyes snap open, red eyes ablaze. “Tch. You wish, old man. You gonna fuck me, or not?”
“What’s the magic word?” Aizawa asks, but he’s already lining himself up.
“Please, asshole.”
Aizawa smirks down on him and presses forward.
Bakugou’s mouth opens with a silent moan, eyes squeezing shut again. When Aizawa’s fully inside, he kisses Bakugou’s stomach, his chest, up his neck and then finally his lips graze Bakugou’s. “You alright?”
Bakugou nods. “Please,” he says, this time earnest and a little desperate. “Fuck me, please.”
Aizawa sets a steady, unrelenting pace immediately, and Bakugou grips onto his arms while he wraps his legs around his waist. Every once in a while Aizawa pauses his thrusts to grind hard into Bakugou, who moans and babbles every time.
“Come in me, Sho,” Bakugou begs.
“Anything you want,” Aizawa says breathlessly. He hunches over him, taking Bakugou’s leaking cock in his hand and stroking it in time with his thrusts.
Bakugou comes with a shout. Aizawa’s thrusts become erratic and soon he follows after, coming as Bakugou babbles some more nonsensical praise.
They lay tangled together, sweaty and boneless. “Stay the night,” Aizawa whispers.
“What, you think I wanna waddle home with your come in my ass? Tch.”
“Shower?”
“Bath.”
After they get cleaned up, they fall asleep almost as soon as they lay down again, wrapped in each other’s strong, soft arms.
***
Aizawa feels incredibly well-rested for once, and he even wakes up early enough to shave before he heads to U.A. Rather, Bakugou wakes them both up and then forces Aizawa to sit on the counter while he takes a razor to his neck and face. They kiss each other goodbye– Aizawa gives him a key to his apartment so he doesn’t need to stoop to steal equipment from the agency –and then they both go to work.
Shinsou is a guest instructor for Aizawa’s homeroom class this year. While they watch their students spar, Shinsou nudges him. “Hey. Two more of your old students have gotten together. Have you heard?”
Aizawa’s expression doesn’t change as he notices one of his students learning how to adapt her quirk to a strong opponent. “Hmm. Has Sero finally confessed to Todoroki?”
“Huh? No. I mean you’ve got one person right. But it’s Todoroki and Bakugou who are dating.”
Aizawa’s expression is still unchanged, though his body tenses. “Ah.”
“Random, huh?”
Aizawa shrugs. “None of my business.” And it isn’t, really. He and Bakugou are a much more random pairing, and it’s not like they ever defined what they were to each other. Aizawa never had cared about that sort of thing, anyway, though he’d be lying if he pretends he isn’t… affected , learning that the inevitable had happened– that their little fling was just that, that Bakugou was finally pursuing someone his own age.
He feels a migraine coming on, and he curses himself for not bringing his ratty old yellow sleeping bag so he could shut out the world for just a little bit in between classes.
***
God dammit. Couldn’t Bakugou have one lunch break to himself?
Luckily, the only other person in the breakroom today was the nerd. Worst case scenario, Bakugou would tune him out while Izuku babbles on about whatever latest theory he had.
“Sup, dickhead,” Bakugou greets him as he strides over to the fridge. When he gets no response, he turns around and narrows his eyes. “You’re weirdly fucking quiet today.”
Beyond that, Midoriya is staring at him– specifically, at his neck. “You didn’t have that yesterday.”
“Huh?” Bakugou brings a hand up to his throat, and feels the love bite that Aizawa left last night. Bastard. “Oh. Yeah. Well, whatever. Don’t be a prude, asshole.”
“Shouto covered the night shift yesterday.”
Bakugou raises an eyebrow. “So?”
“So he slept at the agency. He didn’t go home.”
“Again, why the hell are you telling me this?”
“Kacchan,” Midoriya says, eerily calm, even as he slowly rises from his chair with clenched fists. “You’re my best friend, Kacchan.”
“Uh, yeah. You too, dweeb.”
Before he can react, Midoriya activates his quirk and uses Black Whip to pin Katsuki to the wall.
“Shouto is my best friend, too.”
“What the fuck?” Bakugou shouts as he struggles to break free. He spots his lunch where it spilled on the ground. “God dammit, what is your problem ?”
“My problem is that you have a hickey that you clearly didn’t get from Shouto,” Midoriya says fiercely.
“Again, what the fuck , Deku? Why would I have a hickey from Icy Hot?”
“Because you’re together, Kacchan!” Midoriya seethes. “And I won’t stand by and watch you cheat on him! I don’t want him to get hurt!”
“You’re fuckin’ insane!” Bakkugou bellows back, explosions erupting from his hands. “I literally just told you all yesterday that I was with Sho–” He cuts off as he understands. “Oh, for fuck’s sake. When I said Sho , I meant. Shouta. As in Aizawa Shouta. As in…”
Midoriya gasps. “Sensei?”
Bakugou cringes. “Yeah. I mean we just got together last year, but–”
“Last year?” Midoriya shrieks. “How did I not notice?”
“Dunno,” Bakugou snaps. “Mind letting me down now?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry Kacchan.”
***
It takes way too fucking long to explain to the nerd how and why he’s fucking their former sensei, but at least the nerd has the tact to apologize and promises to relay the message to their other dumbass friends. And, Bakugou begrudgingly admits to himself, it is nice that the nerd was so supportive of him upon learning the truth.
The rest of Bakugou’s workday is uneventful, but by the time it’s over he’s exhausted. His only reprieve is when he receives a text from Aizawa, asking him to come over again.
“Hey Sho,” Bakugou calls out as he shucks off his shoes in the doorway.
“Hey. In the kitchen.”
Bakugou frowns, disappointed that he hasn’t been greeted with a hug and a kiss.
Aizawa is just standing in the kitchen, his arms crossed, when Bakugou enters. He doesn’t reciprocate when Bakugou kisses him.
“What’s wrong?” Bakugou asks, scowling.
“Nothing,” Aizawa says with a small smile. “I guess I just wanted to let you know you’re off the hook. No hard feelings.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I knew this would be a temporary… arrangement,” Aizawa shrugs.
“Temporary…” Bakugou repeats, staring until his eyes flicker with understanding. “You… Are you breaking up with me?”
“Letting you off the hook,” Aizawa corrects.
“I…” Suddenly Bakugou’s mouth feels very dry, and his vision is blurry. “I…” He feels his chest heave as he tries to breathe, but for some reason it’s like no oxygen is reaching his brain, because Aizawa is ending things, and Bakugou has always suspected that maybe he never taken him seriously, but at the same time Shouta has been so kind and fun and loving and oh god Bakugou doesn’t know how he can deal with someone so important just walking out of his life like it means nothing –
“Oh, sweetheart…” Bakugou vaguely hears Aizawa’s voice hovering above him. When did Bakugo sink to the floor? “Sweetheart,” Aizawa repeats, his voice closer this time as he kneels next to him and rubs his back. “You just need to breathe, okay? Breathe with me…”
He gently grabs one of Bakugou’s hands and brings it to his own chest so he can mimic the rise and fall of each breath. When Bakugou is breathing normally, Aizawa hugs him close. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Bakugou hates how tears are leaking incessantly down his face, how whiny his voice sounds. “You don’t want me anymore?”
“No, no– I want you,” Aizawa assures him, kissing the top of his head. “I– well, I know you’re dating Todoroki and I didn’t want to be in the way–”
Bakugou chokes out a loud half-laugh, half-sob. “God dammit. I’m not dating Icy Hot. I’m only dating you. I only want to be with you .”
Aizawa kisses him on the temple. “I only want you, too.”
“Good,” Bakugou says, and finally hugs him back. He only just realizes that Aizawa has been crying, too, when he presses his wet face against Bakugou’s neck. “I love you, you know?”
Aizawa gasps, and pulls back to frame Katsuki’s face with his gentle, calloused fingers. “I love you too.”
“Good,” Bakugou says, and leans in for a kiss.
***
It’s a long night of talking and making love and simply just holding each other, but Bakugou feels oddly rejuvenated by the time he gets to work. He stops by the breakroom to put his lunch in the fridge, and is greeted by a startled Sero making coffee.
“Oh h-hey, Baku,” he says with a nervous laugh.
Bakugou narrows his eyes. “Why are you acting so weird, Tape Face?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“You’re acting like you’re scared of me or somethin’,” Bakugo jabs him in the chest. “Even though you should be, you never acted scared of me before. What gives?”
“Nothing! I swear!”
Bakugou glares at him for a few moments. “Deku hasn’t talked to you yet, has he?”
“What? I mean, no I haven’t talked to him in a while. Why?”
“Why?” Bakugou repeats with a gruff laugh. “Because unlike what everyone assumed, I’m not dating your precious little Icy Hot, idiot. So you better go fuckin’ tell him how you feel already before we all die of old age.”
“You’re… not…?” Sero asks, his eyebrows raised.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,” Bakugou growls.
“So then… when you were on the phone with someone called Sho… who was it?”
Bakugou shoves him. “I’ll tell you if you fuckin’ go talk to Icy Hot! Goddamn.”
Sero nods, then smiles. “Okay, man. Thanks!” He rushes off, calling over his shoulder. “Wish me luck.”
Bakugou rolls his eyes. “Why the hell would you need luck with something that will obviously work?” he yells after him.
Bakugou’s phone buzzes with a text from Aizawa. He grins as he reads it, typing his reply as he gets ready for patrol.
***
“So you’re fucking our sensei? Damn !” Kaminari laughs and slaps Bakugou on the back, causing his beer to spill a little. “That’s kind of hot.”
“Shut. Up.” Bakugou growls through gritted teeth, gripping the already torn-up vinyl bar booth in which they’re all sitting.
“It is hot,” Ashido agrees, sighing. “I mean, he was hot when we were in school, but now? He’s somehow even hotter .”
Bakugou chugs his beer and flags the bartender to order another.
“True,” Kirishima stares into the distance wistfully. “The man was an important part of me realizing that I was bi.”
“I’m way too sober for this,” Bakugou grumbles.
“You’re fucking our sensei ,” Kaminari says again, this time with a hysterical giggle. “ Dude .”
And now the whole table is laughing at Bakugou– everyone except for Sero and Todoroki, who are making out in the corner– and playfully catcalling him and calling him a graverobber. Bakugou feels like he might not be able to hold back from exploding them all to hell until his phone vibrates with a text.
Sho: hey i’m going to sleep soon. could you pick up some food for sakura on your way home if the store’s still open?
Sho: have fun. love you.
And Bakugou doesn’t care that everyone is still teasing him, especially now that he’s grinning widely with an obvious blush on his cheeks, because when he goes home, Sho will be there.