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“It isn’t fair.” Shoto plopped down on the bench next to him and Bakugou had to suppress the urge to let loose an explosion in his face. He knew what was coming and he was sick and tired of it. 

“Get the fuck out of my face, half and half.” Bakugou growled, curling his hands into fists and trying to suppress the crackling glowing between the seams of his fingers. 

Shoto of course didn’t. He sat there, staring out at the open arena where they were practicing, watching a green bolt of lighting descend from the sky like Thor’s wrath and shake the very ground with just the force of his fist. Bakugou flicked a look at Shoto, really looking at him, feeling his stomach clench and churn at what he found, what he always found. The stupid twinkle in his eyes that was kept under lock and key, buried under the impassive mask of his face. But Bakugou had gotten good at reading the idiot who always seemed to find the blonde whenever he needed to vent his feelings about the nerd in question.

Deku. The fucking root of all evil.

Bakugou huffed, leaning forward to rest forearms on knees as he turned his gaze lazy and bored to watch the nerd fight Shindo. The other boy didn’t stand a fucking chance. 

They’d been doing these joint school practices ever since the debacle that was the fight against the League. It was supposed to make them stronger and more adept in working in groups. Bakugou repressed the urge to snort. Fucking load of bullshit. All these extras from the nameless hero schools around Japan couldn’t keep up with the top three of UA’s graduating class. Shoto, Bakugou and Deku the fucker.

Shindo’s scream could be heard a mile away as Deku made the earth roil again. Case in point. Bakugou shook his head but his eyes barely strayed from where Deku was speeding around the makeshift battlefield. His eyes were always on the nerd.

“It isn’t fair.” Shoto repeated and Bakugou felt his eye twitch again. “I wanted to train with him.”

“Fucking perv.” Bakugou grumbled, reaching for the water bottle by his feet to take a swig.

“Not like that.” Shoto sighed. 

“Then like what?”

“I just wanted to be in his presence. Be near him. Being near him is like....” Shoto trailed off on a sigh. 

Basking in the sunlight . Bakugou finished for him in his own mind, gaze back on the green haired hero as the match drew to a close. 

“You ever going to tell him?” Bakugou said soft, under his breath. “Or you just gonna stare at him from the sidelines for the rest of forever?” 

There wasn’t an answer for a beat then two. Bakugou watched as Deku landed soft on his feet, running up to a visibly limping Shindo to make sure he was ok. Always considerate, always with a smile on his angelic face. The blonde swallowed, mouth dry as he watched the nerd’s face crinkle, light seeming to exude from his pores. He was covered in scars and older now, hair in an undercut, more styled even after the mess of battle but he was still Deku. Bakugou felt his shoulder twitch, eyes closing as he physically tried to brush the thoughts away. 

“Probably forever.” Shoto finally sighed, blissfully pulling Bakugou out of his thoughts.

“Then you’re a fucking moron.” Bakugou said simply, taking another swig from his water bottle as he stood, stretching and popping his joints. 

Shoto knew his thoughts on the matter, knew that Bakugou had urged him to just spit out his feelings already. Just fucking say it half and half! He’d basically yelled at one point when Shoto had waxed poetic for too long followed by an explosion to his face for good measure. But Shoto had kept his lips sealed. 

“We’re up.” Bakugou sighed, rolling his shoulders as he walked towards the battlefield and a waving Deku.

“Yeah,” he heard Shoto come to a stand behind him, not needing to look to know, “we are.”

~~~

“Fucking be quiet.” Bakugou huffed as he maneuvered him, bending the man at the waist, slamming his hips against his ass to bury himself to the hilt. He bit his own lip until he tasted metallic blood to hold in his groan. Fuck would he ever not be so tight? 

“P-please,” the man, bent beneath him, ass jerked high in the air so Bakugou could pound into him, begged in whispers. 

“I said, shut up .” Bakugou growled low, hands gripping soft skin tight as he fucked into the man’s ass, eyes rolling at the wet shlick-shlick sound that filled the closet. The pace was already fast and hard and bruising as he used him with reckless abandon.

Searching to erase the myriad of thoughts that would only leave his head in the heat of a quick fuck.

~~~

Bakugou chewed slow on the curry as he watched Deku talk to Shoto in rambling words. Deku always spoke with his hands when he got excited, waving them around with quirk laced speed as he bounced on his feet. His green hair waved in the wind he himself created when he laughed and spoke hurriedly about whatever it was he spoke to Shoto about. 

And Shoto was in heaven. His eyes gazed up at Deku with that adoring twinkle, head resting in his hand, enraptured. Every time the nerd laughed he swore he saw tiny hearts bloom in Shoto’s eyes.

“Dude, dude!” He heard Kirishima call out before the crack of wood filled his ears. Glancing down he cursed as he tossed his spoon away. “I was trying to warn you geez.”

“It’s fine, I’m not even hungry dammit.” Bakugou sat back in his chair, arms crossed over a broad chest. “Wasn’t spicy enough.” He grumbled. A lie. He’d brought this from home and his mom never skimped on the spice but his appetite had shriveled to nothing at the display. 

“You know if I didn’t know better, I’d say you liked the nerd.”

“Fuck off shitty hair.” Bakugou snapped back. “Shoto likes the nerd.” He waved a hand before crossing it over his chest again at the two sitting at a table not far from them. 

“Really?” Kirishima glanced at the two before looking back at Bakugou, biting down on his sandwich and munching slow. “Doesn’t look like it.” He said around a mouthful of food.

“Fucking don’t talk with your mouth full, doofus.” Bakugou growled, “disgusting.”

“I’m just saying,” Kirishima said, making a show of swallowing as he reached for his soda. “Doesn’t look like Shoto likes Izuku at all.”

“You really can’t see how he’s making goo goo eyes at Deku? Seriously?”

“Goo goo eyes? Dude he’s just sitting there impassive, staring at Izuku.” 

“You’re fucking blind.” Bakugou made to grab his half empty bowl and his unbroken utensils. 

“Well if he does like Izuku then good for them. They both deserve to be happy.” Bakugou threw him a look, Kirishima shrugging at the fire in his ruby eyes. “I’m just saying, since you don’t like him and you definitely don’t want Izuku, then at least they can be happy together.”

“Yeah.” Bakugou ground his teeth, pushing his chair back with a screech loud enough to draw eyes to him from across the cafeteria. “Hope they’re fucking happy together.” He stomped off, missing the way Kirishima threw him a knowing look over his shoulder.

~~~

The only way to keep him quiet was to slant his mouth over his and bury his tongue in the wet heat of his mouth. Smashed against the wall, thigh snaked between two thick thighs and rutting up into the man’s clothed erection he swore he knew bliss. Bakugou swallowed his moans as if they were nectar from the gods, never getting enough. 

The air was still crisp outside, barely warming up as spring bloomed but that didn’t matter here, hidden in the small room where their body heat had made the air heavy with sweat and arousal. It didn’t matter who they were or what they needed to do. The only thing that mattered was how desperate Bakugou was for the man writhing and grinding his cock against his thigh like a desperate slut to moan his name. Over and over. He couldn’t get fucking enough.

“That’s it baby, that’s it.” Bakugou crooned as he sucked a kiss just under the man’s ear where he could hide the little hockey marking him as Bakugou’s. “Don’t stop, keep grinding your hips for me.” He pressed up, giving the man more friction as he felt his throat vibrate under his lips when the man keened at Bakugou for more. 

His begging was delicious, an aphrodisiac that melted his brain. Just the thought of having the man cum in his pants while rutting on his thigh. The thought that he’d have to cover his shame until he could go change, knowing that Bakugou did that to him was enough to have his fire red eyes rolling up into his skull. 

“I-I want, please , why are you-“ Bakugou cut him off with lips to his. Not so much to quiet the words that he knew would flow from his lips but more to drink up the pleas. He wanted every word to coat the back of his tongue. 

“Cause I want to, so shut the fuck up and cum like the desperate whore you are.” Bakugou hissed, pulling away just enough from kiss swollen lips to breathe the command against his mouth. 

His lips curled into a devilish smile as he felt the man arch up and freeze, feeling the pulse of the man’s cock as he came all over himself. He laughed as he heard strangled groans and dove back in to swallow up every sound as the man rode his orgasm out on Bakugou’s thigh, uncaring of how he kept moving his hips over and over to prolong his pleasure.

~~~

“Half and half, I swear to god.” Bakugou groaned as he flopped back on the roof of their dorms. It was late. Late as fuck. He should have been asleep but had gotten a rare bout of insomnia and had decided to come up to the roof to stare at the stars for a bit. 

“I thought I heard you leave your room.”

“Fucking demon, how did you hear my door? The rooms are sound proof and fuck I was quiet.”

“Call it the trauma I guess.” Shoto said deadpanned, coming to sit cross legged next to Bakugou.

“Fucking Todoroki bullshit.” Bakugou grumbled but didn’t move to sit up from his starfish position. He laid there quiet, knowing Shoto was going to start talking sooner or later. He stared up at the black expanse of the sky, counting tiny dots of light to keep his eye from twitching and to keep himself from screaming. 

“I’m going to tell him.” Shoto finally breathed and Bakugou’s heart lurched. 

“Finally.” He said through the clench in his chest. 

“Tomorrow morning. We have training together...I’m going to say something when we’re done.” He spoke as if in confession, soft and hesitant. As if the words themselves had power. Bakugou frowned up at the sky. He’d never understood that bullshit about confessing sins. Seemed as if speaking sins into the universe could be catastrophic. 

His phone buzzed and he sighed, tugging it out of his pocket to check the notifications. An eyebrow raised as he turned to glance Shoto who was busy staring up at the sky with a look of tentative joy on his face. Bakugou watched him for a second, his own face unreadable, fingers hovering over the keyboard.

“Wonder what he’ll say.” Shoto breathed. Bakugou took his own breath, glancing at the keyboard as he typed out a response to the text he’d gotten.

“Probably that he likes you too.” Bakugou grunted, earning him a laugh from Shoto.

“Doubt it.” Shoto sighed. “Pretty sure he likes you, you know.” Bakugou froze but Shoto didn’t catch it. “You both were friends when you were little and the way he looks at you sometimes-“

“I don’t like him.” Bakugou said in a hurry, “and even if I did, I hurt him too badly.” 

“In any case,” Shoto watched him stand, a small smile on his face. “Maybe he says yes to me and maybe he doesn’t. It’ll just be nice to air out my feelings.” Bakugou gave him a noncommittal grunt.

“Gonna go get some sleep, half and half. You should too.”

“In a minute.” Shoto sighed as Bakugou made his way with shuffling feet.

“Take your time.” Bakugou called back as he pushed open the door and walked down the dark staircase. He twirled his phone between his fingers, glancing at the screen when it buzzed in his hand. He sighed, shaking his head.

He made to go to his room, he swore he did but he made a beeline for the room that sat on the other side of his, between his and Todoroki’s.

Izuku’s room. 

His eyes were blank as he stood there for a second, glancing back and around, finding no one near him. Shoto was probably still daydreaming up on the roof, staring at the stars. Bakugou huffed as he reached out, turning the door knob he knew would be unlocked and pushing into a room dark as hell.

“Kacchan?” A voice called out tentatively and with the light cascading in from the lit hallway he could see the green eyes that had and would always be his downfall.

“Yeah.” He said soft as he stepped inside. “It’s me.” He closed the door behind him with a final click. 

It didn’t take much for his eyes to adjust to the darkness. All the battle prep and his hero training having made him easily adjustable to any terrain, including darkness. So when Izuku moved towards him, hands already sliding up his chest over the tank top he wore to sleep to wind behind his neck and tug him down, he saw it with near crystal clear clarity. 

And down he went, easily, to crash lips onto his. Always easy for Izuku. Always ready to touch and grope and swallow down every one of his cries. Bakugou was his twin star, their orbits pulling and tugging at each other. He knew what Izuku needed, when he needed it. How he needed it. 

“Now, now please. I just need him out of my head. Please.” Izuku tugged his own shirt off and Bakugou got distracted by the expanse of milky white skin covered in scars of every size. A universe for his hands, his fingers, his tongue to explore if only, if only .

“Kacchan please.” Izuku begged when Bakugou chanced a touch reverent across Izuku’s chest.

Of course not. Bakugou growled low, a rattle of pain in his chest as he ripped his own shirt off and reached for Izuku’s throat.

“Needy fucking slut.” He hissed as he backed Izuku straight into the bed with his hand on his throat, reveling in the strangled noise Izuku made. He whirled the hero around and bent him into the mattress, shivering at the way Izuku moaned and went easy oh so easily for him. A part of him mourned, wanting to taste and touch and love every inch of Izuku’s skin, his back now presented for him to look but never, never to have. “Is this what you want?” Bakugou leaned over, taking what he could get, feeling his own arousal twitch in his pants. “This why you texted me at one in the morning like a desperate cum slut.”

“Yes,” Izuku hissed, arching his back and rubbing back on Bakugou’s erection. “God please, please ! Kacchan!” 

He chuckled as he gripped Izuku’s sweatpants and tugged, eyes widening as he saw the little plug sat prim in his prepped little hole. He had to take a breath to stop himself from groaning. Of course he was prepped. He always was. He always needed things fast and hard and now, now, now . Bakugou tugged at the plug, pulling it out without preamble and tossing it, tamping down the part that had wanted to prep him with his fingers and tongue, had wanted to have Izuku all laid out like a meal for him. He’d take what he could get and this, this would have to be enough.

“Prepped and ready like my perfect little whore.” Bakugou laughed as he let his palm crackle, letting it slap hard against Izuku’s exposed ass. Loud and violent, it tore a moan out of Izuku’s mouth. 

Distantly he thought he heard a click, Bakugou glanced up but only found darkness. A grin sharp as demon claws split his face. He only knew greed and need and the knowledge of never having Izuku as his.

“Moan louder slut if you want it so badly.” Bakugou crooned. Izuku froze, squirming underneath him as Bakugou undid the drawstring of his sweatpants, tugging it down to release his own cock palming at it as he dribbled pre over his hand. 

“B-but,” Izuku cried out loud as another spank hit across his other cheek, painting his ass in red hand prints. A primal part in Bakugou’s brain crowed at the marks. His all his. “You always want me to be quiet!” Izuku blurted out.

“And now I don’t. Now I wanna hear you moaning for me in your own bed, slut.” Bakugou’s words dripped venom and it only made Izuku whimper more and wiggle back against him. “What’s the matter?” His voice was smoke as he leaned over Izuku, crowding him into the bed. Izuku might be more powerful but a sadistic, vain part of Bakugou hummed at how much bigger he was than the green haired hero. “Don’t want to get fucked?” He reached around, sliding his hand between the mattress and Izuku’s body to wrap around his cock. He laughed at the strangled squeak and the drawn out groan that escaped him when Bakugou gave him a cursory tug. “Tell me you don’t want this then, I-zu-ku.” He punctuated each syllable with a flick of his wrist, pressing in his head just the way he liked it until Izuku was shivering and keening.

“Please,” he finally broke.

“Louder,” Bakugou was a demon in his ear.

“Please!” He screamed, voice cracking, “fuck me Kacchan!” 

“Good boy.” He leaned back, reaching into the pocket of his sweatpants and pulling out a condom to roll on. “Always such a good boy for me, Izuku.” Izuku groaned underneath him as he felt Bakugou press of Bakugou’s cock against his prepped hole. “Always tight and ready for me, fuck.” He groaned as he sank in slow, feeling Izuku’s ass clenched around him as he did. 

“Oh god! Kacchan! Kacch- ah !” Izuku’s voice broke as Bakugou rammed into him, deep enough that he swore he’d feel a bulge if he could just wrap his hand around Izuku’s front. He wanted so badly to flip him on his back, hike his thighs up and fuck him so slow that Izuku would cry like the cry baby he was for Bakugou to give him more. Bakugou wanted to fuck him so badly on his own terms but he couldn’t. He couldn’t and it hurt so he turned the hurt into blinding white hot need as he fucked Izuku fast and rough, ripping screams loud enough to be heard through the walls of the dorms.

“That’s it.” He praised, sweat trickling down his temples. “Just like that.” He pulled Izuku’s hips higher, fucking down and grinding straight into Izuku’s prostate, reveling at the way Izuku scrabbled at the sheets and wailed. He could hear the sniffles in Izuku’s voice, knew he was crying even if he could see his pretty tears and fuck that only made Bakugou’s control snap as he felt Izuku cum on a scream so loud he went silent as he painted his sheets white. 

“Fuck,” Bakugou cried out as he buried himself in Izuku’s heat feeling him clench around him, milking his orgasm dry as he slumped over him, putting his weight in his forearm as he shivered down from his high. 

“You’re squashing me.” Izuku said, a tiny giggle escaping him. Bakugou cursed, rolling off him after he had pulled out and chucked the used condom into the trash can. 

“You’re fucking cum drunk.” He sighed, flipping onto his back and hiding his face behind his arms.

“Mmm probably.” Izuku shoved at him. “Thank you.”

“Any fucking time.” Bakugou shot back, grumbling to hide the hurt in his voice. That’s all he was to the nerd anyways. A fucking booty call at a moments notice. 

“I just...” Deku sighed. “Just needed to stop thinking about Shoto you know? Cause he just...he’ll never-“ 

Bakugou sat up with a sigh, hiking up his sweatpants and grimacing, already planning to take a shower. Fuck he needed one. The high was drifting away on a cloud and now he just felt...dirty. His sins catching up to him. 

“Baku-“

“Just shut up. You fucking talk too much. Fuck. You and half and half were made for each other.” He bit his lip hard, refusing to look at Deku as he rummaged around the floor, grabbing at his discarded tank top. He didn’t need to see the way his green eyes lit up at that. Didn’t need to see the absolute love that lived there for someone that wasn’t him. 

“You think?”

Bakugou didn’t answer as he tugged his shirt on. The material felt rough against his skin. Rough and foreign and fuck he needed to scrub himself clean. 

“See you later nerd.” He threw over his back as he reached for the door. He didn’t look back into the darkness as he pulled open the door just an inch, letting light blind him.

“Yeah, see ya Kacchan.” 

~~~

Shoto was staring at him with a blank face, hands folded on the table as he watched Deku chirp at Bakugou about some battle plan or some training exercise. Bakugou sipped his water slow and steady as he stared back. 

Both their faces were impassive, betraying none of the absolute rage that ate both of them alive. If they’d been anywhere else the earth would have been cracked open, raw and bleeding from the force of their blows but here, surrounded by their friends, they could only stare at each other, silent. 

“Deku,” Bakugou interrupted. “You have training with half and half today?” He asked low and soft.

“What?” Deku stuttered to a halt. “Oh! Oh no, he um, he cancelled really late last umm....night.” Bakugou caught a flash of pink cheeks and he had to hide the dirty grin on his lips behind a sip of water. The nerd stuttered but went back to chirping about training and how he’d train with Shoto later. 

Bakugou’s eyes slid back to Shoto as he finished his water bottle, a myriad of emotions curling in his belly as he watched the fire and ice user stand, grabbing his untouched soba and turning his back on the duo.

Bakugou mused, watching him go. He thought to himself maybe the root of all evil had never been Deku after all.