Yes, My King

Posted originally on the Archive of Our Own at http://archiveofourown.org/works/61972459.

Rating: Explicit
Archive Warnings: Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con, Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Category: M/M
Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero
Academia (Anime & Manga)
Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou
Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Masaru,
Bakugou Mitsuki, Kaminari Denki, Jirou Kyouka, Ashido Mina, Uraraka
Ochako, Todoroki Shouto, Yaoyorozu Momo, Satou Rikidou
Additional Tags: Dark Midoriya Izuku, Demon/Human Relationships, Evil Midoriya
Izuku, Top Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, Angry
Bakugou Katsuki, Bottom Bakugou Katsuki, Alternate Universe -
Modern Setting, Forced Feminization, Forced Orgasm, Forced
Relationship, Forced Marriage, Brainwashing, Disturbing Themes, Top
Kirishima Eijirou, Protective Kirishima Eijirou, Kidnapping, Abduction,
Sexual Slavery, Master/Slave, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rough Sex,
Rough Kissing, Rough Oral Sex, Mind Manipulation, Emotional
Manipulation, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Possessive Behavior,
Possessive Sex, Obsession, Obsessive Behavior, Crying Bakugou
Katsuki, Deku is Satan, Submissive Bakugou Katsuki, Submission,
Mpreg, Forced Pregnancy, Male Lactation, Lactation Kink, Begging
Bakugou Katsuki, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Psychological Horror,
Horror, Mind Control, Gaslighting, Threats of Violence, Death Threats,
Semi-Public Sex, Temporary Amnesia, Fucky Deku, Insanity
Language: English
Stats: Published: 2025-01-05 Updated: 2025-02-11 Words: 28,428 Chapters:
6/?
 Yes, My King
by DeviantWriter

Summary

A king cannot stand alone. He needs his queen to balance him.

This was an undeniable truth.

Whether he wanted to or not, Izuku knew Katsuki Bakugou would become an extraordinary
queen.

[DARK FIC. READ WITH CAUTION]

Notes

this idea has been in my head for weeks and it was between Drarry and BakuDeku...

Sorry Bakugo!

This will be a dark fic so please heed the tag warnings, please.
 Prologue

A king cannot stand alone. He needs his queen to balance him.

This was an undeniable truth.

A queen's beauty was a marvel, the kind that would stir envy in all who laid eyes upon her.

It was the queen's role to stand beside her king, offering unwavering support.

A queen was there to lift her king when he stumbled, to guide him back when he lost his way,
and to yield to his authority in moments of command.

It was also the queens sacred duty to service her king. To warm his bed. To spread her legs
and offer a warmth she knows would comfort her king. She had to be ready and willing at all
times.

Even if she herself resisted the notion, she would come to understand that her place was
inevitable. It was a role she would one day embrace, whether willingly or not.

The king's arm, resting leisurely on the throne's armrest, shifted as he raised it with deliberate
grace. He rested his chin on the back of his knuckles, his gaze sharp and thoughtful. With an
air of quiet sophistication, he crossed one leg over the other, exuding effortless authority.

His green eyes lingered, lazily sweeping over the scene before him, their vivid hue betraying
a sharpness hidden beneath the calm facade.

Before him danced a bright flame, its flickering light hovering just across from his throne. It
was one of the few sources illuminating the vast expanse of his dim castle, casting shadows
that whispered of its ancient grandeur. The only other sounds that echoed through the air,
besides the flickering of the flames, were the faint whispers of the many souls that had
become unfortunate beings bound to serve him for all eternity.

Yet the king’s gaze remained fixed solely on the flame, his attention unwavering. It offered
more than just light

A faint glimmer of interest sparked in the king’s eyes as his gaze settled on the figure
revealed by the glow.

Silken strands of golden hair framed a face so strikingly fair it seemed as though an angel had
descended from the very heights of heaven. An angel waiting to be corrupted.

Crimson eyes, as vivid as the blood spilled by those unfortunate enough to fall into the king's
grasp, locked with the gaze of the one walking beside him. Their hair mirrored the hue of
those very eyes, an unspoken bond in its fiery brilliance. The eyes burned with an unyielding
defiance, shimmering fiercely in the flickering light of the flame. A resilience radiated from
them, one that would be as difficult to break as it would be exhilarating to conquer.

A mouth that appeared to spew a surprisingly large amount of obscene language, with lips
that were meant to be wrapped around a king’s cock.

A subtle grin, almost imperceptible, began to play at the corners of the king’s lips as he
murmured the name of the figure illuminated by the flame.

The name that belonged to his future queen.

“Katsuki...Bakugou”
 Chapter 2
Chapter Notes

This chapter took way longer than it should have, but I LOVE it and I know you guys
will as well. I love the dynamic I did here, love the ships and I LOVE Deku in this.

Hope you enjoy!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

“Hey, Katsuki!”

The sharp clang of the bell above the bakery door echoed through the quiet space, pulling
Katsuki Bakugou's attention away from the oversized cake he’d been focused on. His red
eyes shifted to the doorway, narrowing slightly as he saw a petite brunette bounding in with a
wide smile. Trailing behind her was a tall man with striking half-red, half-white hair, his
mismatched eyes scanning the glass display case as if studying its contents for an exam.

“Yo,” Katsuki offered, his version of a greeting, as the brunette sauntered up to the counter
with the enthusiasm of someone who had clearly received good news.

“You could at least pretend to be happy to see me,” Ochako Uraraka teased, crossing her
arms but unable to hide her grin. “Did you get my text?”

Katsuki’s brow furrowed in mild confusion before he shrugged. “Thought I felt my phone
vibrate.”

Uraraka’s puffed cheeks became even rounder as she huffed in annoyance. The man behind
her, Shouto Todoroki, finally tore his attention from the sweets to glance at Katsuki, his
expression as neutral as always but his voice tinged with mild incredulity.

“You felt your phone vibrate and didn’t check it? What if Uraraka had an emergency?”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, the disbelief written all over Todoroki’s face making him snicker.
“Nothing gets past you, huh, half-and-half?”

Uraraka giggled behind her hand, but the effort to stifle it failed spectacularly. “Come on,
Shouto, Katsuki’s just teasing,” she reassured him, though she couldn’t hide the amusement
in her voice. Todoroki, ever earnest, only narrowed his eyes slightly at the blond.

“Anyway!” Uraraka’s tone turned chipper again as she shifted her focus back to Katsuki,
hands on her hips and a sparkle of excitement in her eyes. “Did you really not check your
phone, Katsuki?”
“Obviously not,” he said, lifting his flour-covered hands as though they were reason enough.
“What’s the big deal? You’re here now, so just tell me.”

Uraraka sighed but quickly broke into an excited giggle, bouncing on her heels like a kid
about to open a long-awaited gift. “I got a promotion!” she finally burst out, spreading her
arms wide as if she’d just announced a lottery win.

Katsuki raised a brow, his scowl softening into something that almost resembled a smile.
“Huh? Really?”

Uraraka bobbed her head eagerly, her energy infectious. “Yes! I’m so excited, but it’s gonna
be tough—important clients, stuffy outfits, back-to-back meetings. I’m going to miss being
carefree.” She pouted for a second before perking up again. “That’s why I texted you! I
wanted us to go out and celebrate!”

Katsuki’s grin grew, albeit faintly. He’d known Uraraka long enough to understand how
much this moment meant to her. She’d worked tirelessly to get to this point, always striving
to help her family and prove herself in her field.

“Fine,” he said, wiping his hands on a towel. “Let me finish up here.”

“Satou!” Katsuki called toward the back. A muscular man emerged, carrying a mixing bowl
in his arms.

“Yeah?”

“You got this? I’m heading out.”

Satou glanced around the empty bakery and gave a nod. “Yeah, I’ve got it. Thanks for staying
late.”

“No big deal,” Katsuki replied before heading to the sink to clean up. Minutes later, he
rejoined Uraraka and Todoroki, his apron left behind as the three exited the bakery into the
cool evening air.

“This is going to be so fun!” Uraraka cheered as she practically skipped ahead. “It’s always a
good time when we’re together—especially when Shouto’s busy with work and Katsuki isn’t
glued to Kir~i~shi~ma!”

Katsuki’s ears turned pink at the sing-song mention of his boyfriend’s name. He glared at her,
his voice rising. “I’m not always with him!”

“He totally is,” Uraraka whispered to Todoroki, who nodded solemnly as if they were co-
conspirators in a grand scheme.

“Ugh, you two shitheads are so annoying!” Katsuki barked, marching ahead of them with his
hands shoved into his pockets. His irritation was short-lived, though, as he pulled out his
phone and quickly sent a message to Kirishima: Going out to celebrate with the idiots. Have
fun at work, idiot. Love you.
“Wait up for us, Katsuki!” Uraraka’s voice called out. “Shouto’s car is just up ahead, and I’m
ready to get this weekend started!”

Katsuki pocketed his phone and slowed his pace, letting the pair catch up. They were
annoying, sure, but they were his friends—two of the most unexpected people to worm their
way into his life and stay there.

Not that he’d ever admit it out loud.

Ejirou Kirishima smiled as he glanced at the text from his boyfriend, Katsuki. The message
was short, direct, and very Katsuki : "Going out to celebrate with the idiots. Have fun at
work, idiot. Love you."

After firing off a quick reply— "Have a great time too, love you!" —Kirishima pocketed his
phone. He took a deep breath and turned his attention to the window in their living room.
More specifically, to the vase perched on its wide sill. He rushed over and lifted it.

Kirishima swallowed thickly and placed the vase back, ensuring it concealed the small red
box holding what he considered the biggest decision of his life. His hand lingered for a
moment, brushing the rim of the vase before his attention shifted to the picture frame sitting
beside it.

He picked it up, a soft smile spreading across his face as he traced the edge of the glass with
his thumb. The photo was from their high school graduation—a moment frozen in time. As
expected, Katsuki looked like he’d rather be anywhere else but there, his signature scowl
firmly in place. Beside him, Kirishima stood beaming, an arm draped over Katsuki’s
shoulders in an unmistakable show of friendship and pride.

Kirishima chuckled softly, noticing his bold, spiked red hair in the picture. He’d been so self-
conscious about trying the new hairstyle back then, thinking it was too over-the-top or
ridiculous. Almost everyone had teased him about it. Everyone except Katsuki.

Katsuki had looked at him with his usual bluntness and said, "If it’s manly to you, who cares
what they think? Do it."

That memory brought a wave of warmth over him. It wasn’t just the support in that moment
—it was everything Katsuki represented to him. Strength, authenticity, and a raw
determination that inspired Kirishima to be his truest self. It was just one of the many reasons
he’d fallen so deeply in love with him.

Setting the picture back down, Kirishima’s smile turned wistful. He thought about how far
they’d come since their freshman year of highschool. When they first met, Katsuki had been
loud, abrasive, and nearly impossible to approach. Kirishima had written him off as “just a
difficult guy” until a mutual friend dared him to spend more time with him.

At the time, it had seemed like a joke. But that dare turned out to be one of the best decisions
Kirishima had ever made.
Through late-night study sessions, shared meals, and the occasional argument, Kirishima
discovered the layers beneath Katsuki’s harsh exterior. He wasn’t just the aggressive,
temperamental person everyone else saw. He was loyal, fiercely protective, and quietly
thoughtful in ways most people never noticed.

And Kirishima noticed everything.

He sighed and stepped back, giving the vase one last glance before heading toward the door.
“Yeah,” he murmured to himself. “I’ll do it when the time’s right.”

He adjusted the strap of his bag, glanced at the clock, and cursed under his breath. "Crap, I’m
gonna miss the train."

He dashed out of the shared apartment and sprinted toward the subway station. As a personal
trainer, most of his sessions were held in a rented studio, but occasionally, he accommodated
clients who preferred in-home lessons. Today’s session was with one such client—at a place
quite far from his usual route.

Fortunately, he managed to catch his train just in time. Climbing aboard, he sank into an
empty seat, feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket. Pulling it out, he smiled at the caller ID
before answering with a cheerful, “What’s up!”

“Bored. I’m out shopping with Momo and Jirou,” Mina Ashido’s familiar voice chimed
through the line. Kirishima could tell from her tone that she was desperately trying to pass
the time. “You working today?”

“Yeah,” he replied, chuckling. “Heading to a client’s house right now.”

Her exaggerated groan made him laugh even harder. “Ugh, I was hoping you’d be free. I got
my hopes up when Jirou wanted to hang out, but I should’ve known better. Momo’s about to
pop any second now, so obviously their idea of fun is shopping for baby stuff. I don't even
want to think about how they're going to act when their baby shower happens...”

Despite her tone, Kirishima knew Mina was secretly enjoying herself. The two of them,
along with Katsuki, had stayed close friends with Momo and Jirou since high school. While
Momo and Jirou were also high school sweethearts, they’d tied the knot far sooner than
Kirishima and Katsuki—a fact Mina never failed to bring up during their conversations.

At first, her teasing used to make him anxious. But over time, he’d grown adept at tuning it
out until she got bored and shifted topics. Today, however, her tone cut through sharply.

“Okay, seriously, what’s up with you? You sound distracted,” she said, a note of concern
creeping into her voice. “Still thinking about the ring?”

Kirishima stiffened, glancing around the crowded subway car. “What? No! I mean… maybe,”
he admitted, scratching the back of his neck.

Her laughter was soft but knowing. “Eiji, come on.” She called him by her own personal
nickname she gave him during high school, “You’ve had that ring for months. Just propose
already!”

“I’m not ready,” he blurted, the words rushing out before he could stop them.

“Then why’d you buy it?” she asked gently, her teasing replaced with genuine curiosity.

Kirishima let out a heavy sigh, his gaze dropping to his lap. He fidgeted with a loose thread
on his sweats. “I don’t know… Having it just feels right. Like, it reminds me how much I
love him and how serious I am about us. And honestly? I’m proud of how far we’ve come.
People used to tell me I could do better, that Katsuki was too much work, too rough around
the edges. But we’ve made it work. It’s real. It’s… right.”

The line went quiet for a moment, and he wondered if the call had dropped. “Mina?” he
asked hesitantly.

“I’m here,” she replied, her voice unusually forced. “I’m just... I believe in you two.
Katsuki’s lucky to have you.”

Her words brought a bashful smile to his face, and his chest felt a little lighter. “Thanks,
Mina. That means a lot.”

As the train slowed to his stop, he ended the call with a quick goodbye and, on impulse,
pulled out his phone again. Without giving himself time to second-guess, he typed out a short
text to Katsuki: Be safe.

A few moments later, his phone buzzed with a reply. It was a photo of Katsuki sitting at a
table with Uraraka and Todoroki. Katsuki scowled at the camera, Todoroki wore a faint
smile, and Uraraka grinned brightly, flashing a peace sign. Beneath the image, the caption
read: Of course he’s safe with us!

Kirishima laughed, picturing Katsuki grumbling as the photo was taken. Sliding his phone
back into his pocket, he stepped off the train, his heart feeling lighter and fuller than before.

The bar was alive with noise; laughter, chatter, the occasional clink of glasses. Katsuki sat at
a small table with Todoroki and Uraraka, his phone in hand. A rare, subtle smile tugged at his
lips as he read the text from Kirishima. He could picture the big idiot’s goofy grin as he sent
it, and despite himself, Katsuki’s chest warmed. He was pulled out of his thoughts by
Uraraka’s enthusiastic cheer.

“Another round!” she declared, slamming her empty glass on the table.

“You might want to slow down,” Todoroki said calmly, his mismatched eyes glancing at her
reddening face.

Katsuki smirked, tucking his phone into his pocket. “He’s right. You’re looking a little
cooked, Round Cheeks.”

Uraraka waved them off, her voice slurring just slightly. “I got promoted, okay? A big-deal
position. Starting in a few days, I have to be a total stick in the mud. So right now, I just
wanna let loose.”

Katsuki arched his brow. “Good for you, I guess, but take it easy. No point in getting excited
if you wind up getting alcohol poisoning.”

Uraraka groaned, throwing a crumpled napkin at him. “Yeah, yeah Mom.” She narrowed her
eyes, then turned to Katsuki, noticing his phone light up again with another text. “You know,
I’m envious of you.” It seemed like the alcohol was starting to get the better of her, “You’ve
got true love. That beats a promotion any day.”

Todoroki nodded thoughtfully. “I’d trade all my money for that. Having someone that loves
and cares about you so much has to be better, right?” He eyed the drunk woman.

“Right!” Uraraka chimed in loudly, causing a few nearby tables to shoot her side-eyes.
“That’s why Katsuki loves working at the bakery so much! He gets to make Kirishima all
those delicious sweets. Just like an ideal wife!”

Katsuki, now thoroughly embarrassed, muttered, “Shut the hell up,” before excusing himself
to the bar. He had to get away from them before they managed to make him blush. Though he
agreed with them. Despite having the credentials to find a better-paying job, Katsuki enjoyed
the bakery because it was a hobby he had always secretly enjoyed when he was younger.
Being with Kirishima who encouraged that hobby led to him seeking employment. It was
nice being with someone who just wanted you to be happy.

He reached the counter and quietly requested a strong drink. As the bartender began
preparing his order, Uraraka suddenly appeared at his side, despite Todoroki’s earlier
warning. She gave him a cheeky grin and leaned in closer.

“I’m not getting you a drink,” Katsuki growled, narrowing his eyes at her.

She ignored him, her tone mischievous. “Don’t look now, but there’s a cute guy checking you
out.”

“What?” Katsuki snapped, instinctively turning his head away, ignoring Uraraka’s annoyed
huff. “I told you not to look!”

Across the bar, a man with a cool, confident grin and a freckled face met Katsuki’s gaze. His
emerald eyes gleamed, shining with something Katsuki couldn’t quite place—something that
made his stomach twist uncomfortably. Something he didn’t like.

Uraraka giggled. “He’s been watching you since you sat down. Like, really watching you.”

Katsuki grunted in disgust, his brow furrowing as he shifted his focus to the strange man.
“You got something you wanna say?” he barked, his voice low and harsh. Katsuki was never
one to hold his tongue when he felt uncomfortable or annoyed.

The man’s calm demeanor didn’t waver, if anything, he seemed amused. He casually gestured
to the bartender, who had been preparing Katsuki’s drink, catching his attention. Then, with a
faint tilt of his chin, the man added, “Anything they want, put it on my tab.” Katsuki and
Uraraka had spoken in near unison once he said this.

Katsuki sneered. “No thanks.”

Uraraka, perked up. “Free drink? Yes, please!”

The man strolled over confidently, and despite his dorky appearance, Katsuki couldn’t help
but notice the shockingly toned muscles beneath his clothes. Once he reached Katsuki, he
extended a hand with a friendly smile.

“My name is Izuku.”

Katsuki glared at the outstretched hand but didn’t move to take it. “Don’t care,” he muttered
before spinning on his heel and walking back to the table. Uraraka, on the other hand, had
already begun introducing herself excitedly to Izuku, who didn’t seem the least bit offended
by Katsuki’s cold response.

Todoroki raised an eyebrow when Katsuki sat down. “Who was that?”

“Some creep,” Katsuki muttered, crossing his arms.

Todoroki frowned, his gaze flicking to Uraraka, who was still animatedly talking to Izuku. “I
don’t like leaving her alone with strangers when she's that intoxicated. But I have to head out
—family thing. Can you keep an eye on her?”

“I’m not her damn babysitter,” Katsuki snapped, but at Todoroki’s pointed look, he sighed.
“Fine.”

As Todoroki left, Katsuki begrudgingly made his way back toward Uraraka and Izuku.
Despite just meeting, the two were already chatting like old friends. Izuku was easygoing and
engaging, while Uraraka’s warmth naturally drew people in. It helped that Uraraka was so
friendly, but Katsuki remained quiet, arms crossed, a scowl firmly in place.

Izuku, however, stayed polite as time passed, his demeanor never slipping. But Katsuki had
already made up his mind: he was a complete freak. Every time Uraraka would try to include
Katsuki in the conversation, Katsuki couldn’t help but notice how Izuku’s eyes never once
left him—not once. It was like a predator eying it's prey and finding the right time to pounce.

He didn’t want to ruin Uraraka’s night, but it was getting harder to ignore him. Those green
eyes…

They made his skin crawl.

Eventually, Uraraka had drunk enough that she could barely stand, and Katsuki knew it was
time to call it a night. Pulling out his phone, he quickly ordered a ride share, deciding it’d be
easier to just take her with him to save time.

He struggled to get her upright, muttering curses under his breath as she swayed unsteadily.
That’s when Izuku stepped in to help. With a calm, steady hand, he gently steadied Uraraka,
his smile polite.

“I’ve got this side,” he said softly, glancing at Katsuki.

“Don’t need your help,” Katsuki growled, but Izuku ignored him, steadying Uraraka until the
car arrived.

They stood in awkward silence, Katsuki glaring while Izuku simply smiled at him.

Finally, Katsuki snapped, “Stop fucking looking at me like that. You’ve been doing it this
whole time and it’s fucking creepy.”

Izuku’s voice was soft but steady. “It’s hard not to. I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as
you.”

Katsuki froze, his surprise at the sudden compliment quickly shifting to irritation. The words
hung in the air, sharp and biting, before he snarled, "I’ve got a boyfriend, asshole." His voice
low and cutting, clearly made to make it clear where he stood.

Izuku’s grin widened, his next words simple, yet cryptic enough to send a chill down
Katsuki’s spine. “That’s fine.”

Before Katsuki could respond, the ride share he had requested finally arrived. Shooting one
last harsh glare at Izuku, Katsuki carefully helped Uraraka into the car and slammed the door
shut. Without so much as a goodbye, he climbed into the other side. As the driver began to
pull away, Katsuki leaned back in his seat and stared out the rear window.

He caught one final glimpse of Izuku; calm, cool, and watching them with that same
unnerving smile.

“Fucking freak…” Katsuki muttered under his breath, his voice low and venomous.

Relieved that he’d managed to get through the ordeal without causing a scene, he let out a
quiet sigh, feeling a strange sense of finality. And even better, knowing he’d never have to
see Izuku again.

He turned his attention to Uraraka, wanting to push the memory of the man from his mind.
He gave her a small, genuine smile as he watched her giggle happily to herself, completely
oblivious to the tension lingering in the air.

At least the night hadn’t been a total let down.

It was late when Kirishima unlocked the door to their apartment, a small wave of relief
washing over him as he stepped inside. The low hum of the TV filled the quiet, dark space.
He found Katsuki sprawled on the couch, a blanket draped over his lap as he watched the
screen in front of him with a bored expression. Once he noticed Kirishima’s confused
expression, he turned back to the TV.
“Uraraka is going to crash here tonight.” He started, making Kirishima chuckle. He shut the
door behind him.

“Figures. She’s lucky you didn’t just toss her on the floor.”

“Tch. That doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

Laughing softly, Kirishima kicked off his shoes and made a beeline for the bathroom. “Gonna
shower real quick. Don’t fall asleep on me!”

By the time he emerged, towel-drying his damp hair, Katsuki hadn’t moved. He looked
relaxed, his sharp features softened in the dim light of the room. Kirishima grinned as he
flopped onto the couch, draping an arm around his boyfriend and pulling him close. Moments
like this were rare, Katsuki’s walls down, his natural gruffness giving way to a quiet warmth.

Kirishima pressed a kiss to Katsuki’s temple. “I love this,” he murmured. “You, me, just like
this.”

Katsuki huffed, but there was no bite behind it. “You’re such a sap.”

“Yep, and you love it.”

Kirishima rested his head on Katsuki’s shoulder, running his fingers along the hem of
Katsuki’s shirt. “So, how was your night?”

“Fine,” Katsuki replied, his tone nonchalant, though Kirishima could sense there was more.
“Until some creep hit on me.”

Kirishima snorted. “That’s not exactly news. You’re hot. People notice.”

“This was different,” Katsuki said, sitting up slightly. His voice dropped, serious now. “Guy
just gave off a weird vibe right off the bat. Told him I was taken, and he just smirked and
said, ‘That’s fine.’”

Kirishima blinked, then grinned mischievously. “So, does that mean you’re suggesting a
threesome?”

Katsuki shot him a glare that could’ve melted steel. “Shut the hell up.”

“Relax, I’m kidding,” Kirishima said, laughing as he held up his hands in mock surrender.
“It’s not a big deal. You’ll never see him again, right?”

Katsuki didn’t reply immediately. Instead, he leaned forward and wrapped his arms tightly
around Kirishima, burying his face in his boyfriend’s chest. His voice was low, almost a
whisper. “Yeah. I know.”

Kirishima’s heart squeezed at the uncharacteristic vulnerability. These moments of raw,

unguarded emotion was why he loved Katsuki so much. It was the side of him no one else
got to see, the one that trusted Kirishima completely. He silently tilted Katsuki’s chin up,
their eyes meeting in the dim light, and kissed him deeply.
The kiss quickly escalated, Katsuki’s hands sliding up Kirishima’s back as he shifted to pin
him against the couch. Kirishima smiled against his lips, breathless. “ Uraraka is in the room
right next to us. She might wake up.”

“I don’t give a fuck,” Katsuki muttered, his lips brushing against Kirishima’s neck. “Even if
she did, She’s too drunk to notice. She’d probably think we were wrestling or something,”

Kirishima hesitated for a split second, his heart pounding, not entirely feeling reassured. But
before he could pull away, Katsuki’s hands were already on his waist, pulling him closer. In
that moment, all coherent thoughts melted away as Katsuki climbed on top of his lap as he
pulled out the other man’s cock.

“Y-You don’t waste any time…” Kirishima chuckled as he felt Katsuki teasingly rub this tip
of his dick against his lubricated hole. It seemed the blond had been prepared beforehand.
Katsuki didn’t respond, his gaze darkened with desire. His cheeks flushed red with lust, and a
slow, suggestive smile tugged at his lips. The smile soon shifted into a barely audible gasp as
he felt his entrance slowly spread open, bit by bit, as Kirishima slid inside.

As Katsuki bounced on his lap, their arms wrapped around one another and lost in each
other's eyes, passion consuming every ounce of restraint, leaving only the heat between them.

It wasn’t until Kirishima froze, hearing a faint noise from the bedroom, that reality snapped
back. “Wait, I think she’s—”

“Keep going,” Katsuki ordered, his voice firm but quiet. “And keep your damn voice down.”

Kirishima swallowed hard, cheeks flushed, and nodded. They pulled a blanket over
themselves for some semblance of modesty, though it did little to muffle their movements.
Katsuki smirked, his confidence unshaken, and Kirishima found himself helpless against him
once again.

Even as his mind raced with the absurdity of the situation, he couldn’t deny the electric
intensity between them. Katsuki’s unwavering gaze held him captive, and for a moment,
nothing else mattered.

So absorbed in each other, they failed to notice a shadow quietly slip into their bedroom,
gently closing the door behind it.

The dim glow in Katsuki and Kirishima’s room cast a soft, warm hue over the space.
Uraraka, still visibly drunk, lay sprawled across the large bed. A thick comforter had been
gently draped over her by Katsuki, making sure she’d be comfortable for the night. A glass of
water sat neatly on the nightstand beside her, just in case she woke up and needed it.

But though she stirred slightly, she made no move to leave the room. Instead, she shifted,
snuggling her face into whatever she had been laying on—something solid, warm, and
definitely not a pillow.
She gazed up at the figure she was curled against, her expression soft and serene—more
trance-like than truly drunk. A gentle smile spread across her face, as if the warmth of
whoever she was resting on had lulled her into a peaceful haze.

“And then—hic—I told him, ‘Katsuki, you’re too intense, but, like, that’s what makes you
you, you know?’” she giggled, waving her hand dramatically as if recounting the most
profound statement in the world.

Izuku, calm and composed, gently stroked Uraraka’s hair, his fingers threading softly through
her soft brown locks. He had come to learn that the human was an integral part of Katsuki's
life and concluded that she would come to be pivotal in his plans. His emerald eyes, however,
were distant and unfocused, as his mind wandered elsewhere. He had no fear of Uraraka
alerting the other inhabitants of his presence—at least not in the state he had placed her in
once he arrived in their home. Even if someone were to walk in, he wouldn’t be concerned.
His power was all he needed. It had already been working, making the drunken woman
unconsciously spill so many interesting facts about Katsuki.

He tuned in and out of her slurred words, catching fragments of conversations about Katsuki:
his temper, his strength, his unwavering confidence, his love for cooking and baking, even
the more embarrassing moments from his childhood. Each tidbit was more revealing than the
last, painting a picture that Izuku found increasingly fascinating.

A small, contented smile tugged at Izuku’s lips. His mind, though, was elsewhere, replaying
every moment he’d spent watching Katsuki earlier that night. The way he scowled at him, his
fiery glare, the sharpness of his movements,it was all so… magnetic.

“He’s beautiful,” Izuku murmured to himself, his voice barely audible. His thumb brushed
absently along Uraraka’s temple as he stared ahead. “Aggressive. Intense. Everything about
him is captivating.” He blew out a content sigh.

“I wonder how I should go about making him mine.”

Uraraka’s head lolled to the side, her expression trancelike as she chimed in, her voice
dreamy. “You should have fun,” she slurred. “Life’s short, ‘n fun’s important. Katsuki...
Katsuki’s so much fun.”

Izuku’s smile deepened, his eyes darkening with an almost predatory glint. “You’re right. I
should have fun.” He tilted his head, considering the possibilities, his voice soft yet laced
with something far more dangerous. “I’m going to have so much fun making him mine.”

Uraraka giggled, her intoxicated state making her oblivious to the weight of his words.
“That’s... that’s the spirit!”

Izuku’s hand stilled for a moment, his smile widening as he gazed down at her. “Yes,” he
whispered, more to himself than to her. “It’s going to be perfect.”

As Uraraka mumbled incoherently, Izuku’s gaze shifted, growing colder, sharper. His
thoughts were no longer on the girl in his lap, but on Katsuki, and the thrill of what was to
come.
 He would need to tread carefully from here out. His idea of fun was worlds apart from what
humans considered fun.

Still...

Maybe driving Katsuki to the edge of insanity would only make it that much more exciting.

Chapter End Notes

TodoBakuOcho! I really like all three of them so made them a trio, haha

I ship Jirou and Momo like crazy so did that.

Deku is fucking crazy. He's the devil. He can do whatever he wants but he's gonna do
this most crazy shit because he knows he can. Damn
 Chapter 3
Chapter Notes

This chapter is insane and the beginning of Bakugou's worst nightmare.

Forgot to mention but Baku, Kiri, Todo, Ocha and any other U.A students introduced are
in their early 20s

Enjoy!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Katsuki’s low chuckle filled the kitchen as Uraraka emerged, her steps slow and her face
etched with the unmistakable agony of a hangover. Her hair was disheveled, sticking out at
odd angles, and her eyes were half-closed, dark smudges beneath them giving away her lack
of rest. She pressed a hand to her temple, wincing as she muttered, "Ugh, my head..."

Katsuki smirked, leaning casually against the counter with a mug of coffee in his hand. His
crimson eyes gleamed with amusement as he watched her shuffle toward the couch. “Not
surprised,” he said with a scoff. “You drank enough last night where I almost thought you
would die. Thought you were trying to win some kind of record.”

Uraraka groaned in response, too weary to defend herself. She flopped onto the couch with an
exaggerated sigh, rubbing her temples as she mumbled, “Coffee?”

“Already made it,” he said. Without hesitation, he walked over to her. Sitting down beside
her on the couch, he handed her a steaming mug, steam curling lazily from the hot liquid
inside.

He stifled a quiet laugh when she took it, her fingers barely wrapping around the handle, her
usual energy nowhere to be found. With a weak smile, she managed a soft “Thanks.”

As she sipped the coffee with slow, deliberate gulps, she glanced around the room.
“Kirishima here?”

“Nope. Out on his morning run,” Katsuki replied, his tone indifferent.

Uraraka hesitated, her fingers curling around the mug. She then glanced at Katsuki with a
mischievous grin, “Did you… tell him about Izuku?”

Katsuki tensed slightly, his expression darkening. What a way to start his morning by
bringing up the freak from last night, “Yeah. Told him.”
A heavy sigh escaped her lips, and she sank further into the couch cushions. “God, he was so
cute... I must’ve looked like such an idiot, drunk out of my mind like that. How
embarrassing.”

“You’re lucky I dragged your sorry ass here before you did something even dumber,” Katsuki
muttered, his smirk sharpening. “Not like that one time in college…”

“Don’t bring that up,” Uraraka snapped, her cheeks flushed with irritation. The memory he
mentioned wasn’t just a bad memory, it was the night she’d been dared to kiss the campus
pervert, Mineta. She may have been a little drunk at the time, but the next day’s reminders
were enough to make her practically beg Katsuki to never speak of it again. “I don’t need a
reminder, thanks.”

She slumped beside him, staring at the ceiling as a comfortable silence fell between them. A
moment later, a sly smile tugged at her lips. “You know, I had this amazing dream last night.”

“I don’t wanna hear about your wet dreams.” Katsuki sipped from his drink, his expression
neutral, though he could feel Uraraka’s gaze on him. She frowned, disbelief written all over
her face.

“That’s not what I’m talking about!” she exclaimed, huffing in frustration. “I mean… I had a
dream that I was sleeping on Izuku’s lap…”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but Uraraka didn’t notice. She continued, lost in thought, her voice
softening. “He ran his fingers through my hair… and his smile…” A dreamy smile tugged at
her lips.

“I wish I could have gotten his number..” She pouted.

“I would have deleted it if you did.” Katsuki said.

Uraraka chuckled, her voice softer now. “Anyway, sorry about hogging the bed. I feel bad
you and Kirishima had to crash out here.” She glanced at the blanket that had been folded up
and placed on the floor.

Katsuki leaned back, crossing his arms with a smirk. “Don’t worry. We didn’t do much
sleeping.”

It took the woman a few moments to figure out what he meant. Uraraka’s eyes widened, and
she sat bolt upright, nearly spilling her coffee. “What?! Gross!” she exclaimed, looking
horrified as Katsuki laughed hysterically.

Feeling the dull ache of her hangover begin to fade after an hour, Uraraka finally decided it
was time to leave. She mumbled her thanks to Katsuki as she shuffled out the door, her usual
energy replaced with sluggish movements. Katsuki watched her go without much ceremony,
closing the door behind her before turning his attention to the cluttered living space.
“Guess I can use this time to clean,” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his spiky
blond hair.

He started with the living room, gathering empty mugs and discarded blankets. After tidying
up there, he moved to the bedroom, where Uraraka had slept the night before. As he pulled
the sheets from the bed, preparing to toss them into the wash, something caught his eye. A
single strand of green hair stood out starkly against the white fabric. Katsuki froze, staring at
it for a moment.

“Gross…,” he muttered under his breath, brushing the hair off and continuing his work. He
didn’t think much of it, Uraraka had been practically clinging onto the guy all night, after all.

He bundled the sheets and comforter together, hauling them to the laundry room. As he
loaded the washing machine, the front door opened, and Kirishima’s voice called out.

“I’m back!”

Katsuki glanced up, his expression softening slightly as Kirishima entered, a light sheen of
sweat glistening on his skin from his morning run. They met halfway for a quick kiss before
Kirishima looked around.

“Uraraka gone?” he asked, kicking off his sneakers by the door.

“Yeah,” Katsuki said with a smirk. “She almost had a heart attack when I told her that we
fucked on the couch last night.”

Kirishima let out a booming laugh, shaking his head. “Man, you’re terrible.”

“Eh, she deserved it,” Katsuki replied with a shrug, heading back toward the bedroom.

Kirishima followed him, casually chatting about his run until his gaze landed on a specific
corner of the room. His eyes widened when he realized Katsuki was tidying up near the spot
where he’d hidden the engagement ring box.

“Whoa, whoa, wait!” Kirishima yelped, startling Katsuki.

“What?” Katsuki turned sharply, his brow furrowed in confusion.

“Nothing!” Kirishima quickly laughed, waving it off. “Just thought I saw a spider or
something. You know how much I love those.”

The lie was so lame and awful that Kirishima didn’t even believe it himself. He honestly
didn’t think Katsuki would fall for something so obvious.

To his surprise, Katsuki gave him a skeptical glance but, with a slight shrug, turned away and
moved toward another part of the room. As soon as Katsuki’s back was turned, Kirishima
quickly darted toward the corner, his fingers reaching out to carefully retrieve the small box.
Holding it in his hand, he furrowed his brow, realizing he needed to find a more secure hiding
spot.
With Katsuki distracted, Kirishima slipped into the kitchen and tucked the box away in a new
temporary location behind the toaster oven, his heart pounding slightly at the close call.

“Hey, you wanna run some errands with me this afternoon?” Katsuki’s voice called from the
other room. “Figured we’re both free, so might as well knock some crap off the list.”

“Uh, sure!” Kirishima replied, stepping out with a grin.

Katsuki raised a brow at him, noticing his slightly frazzled expression. “What were you
doing?”

“Just, uh, getting ready,” Kirishima said, brushing past him toward the bathroom.

Katsuki shook his head, muttering, “Weirdo,” before returning to his cleaning.

As Kirishima closed the door behind him, he let out a quiet sigh of relief, a small smile
playing on his lips.

A few hours into Katsuki’s Saturday began with a mix of routine and mild annoyance, just
the way he liked it. He and Kirishima walked into Satou’s bakery to pick up Katsuki’s
paycheck, the sweet scent of freshly baked goods filling the air. Unlike the night before, the
place was bustling. It was filled with diners enjoying their sweets, children giggling in delight
along with teens taking pictures to post online. It took a moment for Sato to spot them, but
when he did, his face lit up in a wide, genuine smile. He greeted them warmly, his eyes
gleaming as he handed Katsuki the envelope with his usual cheer.

“Thanks again for staying late last night, Bakugo. Everything you prepped from yesterday
has been flying off the shelves, as usual.” A faint blush crept onto Katsuki’s cheeks at the
praise, and Sato smiled warmly as he continued, “Couldn’t have managed without you.” He
then slid a small box of assorted sweets across the counter. “These are on the house, as a little
extra thanks!”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t mention it,” Katsuki muttered, taking the box with a nod of thanks.

Kirishima peered inside, his grin widening. “Whoa, these look amazing! Thanks, man!”

“Enjoy,” Satou replied with a chuckle as they left the shop.

Their next stop was Katsuki’s parents’ house, a trip Katsuki made with mixed feelings. He
liked seeing his parents,most of the time anyway, but these visits often came with a side of
relentless teasing, courtesy of Katsuki’s mother; Mitsuki.

As soon as they arrived, Mitsuki’s voice rang out. “Katsuki! You didn’t tell me you were
bringing my future son-in-law!”

Kirishima laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. It always brought a smile to his face when
the woman referred to him as such, “Hey, Mitsuki.”
“Yeah, yeah, we’re here. Don’t make a big deal out of it,” Katsuki grumbled, pushing past her
with the box of sweets.

They sat in the living room, sharing the treats as Mitsuki and Masaru asked about their week.
The atmosphere was light until Mitsuki leaned forward with a mischievous grin.

Katsuki had been mentally preparing himself for this.

“So, when are you two getting married? It’s about time, don’t you think?”

It was a question she asked almost every time he and Kirishima visited.

Katsuki’s jaw clenched, and he shot her an annoyed glare. “None of your business, hag.”

“Oh, come on,” she teased, ignoring his tone. “You’ve been together for years, Katsuki.
You’re not getting any younger, and Kirishima’s a catch. You should be grateful he puts up
with your temper.”

Kirishima laughed awkwardly, used to the banter. “It’s okay, Mitsuki. We’ll take that step
whenever Katsuki’s ready.”

Mitsuki’s grin widened. “See? He’s so patient with you. You really should realize how lucky
you are and just settle down already.”

“Fuck this. We’re leaving,” Katsuki growled, standing abruptly. He grabbed Kirishima by the
arm, who sighed, as he was practically dragged toward the door.

Mitsuki called after them, still laughing. “You know I’m right, Katsuki!” Followed by his
father wishing them a good night and to get home safe.

Once outside, Katsuki scowled. “Damn hag. She never knows when to shut the fuck up and
mind her own business.”

Kirishima chuckled, his crimson eyes glinting with amusement. “She means well, you know.”

“Whatever,” Katsuki muttered. “That’s all I had planned for today. You got what you want to
do?”

Kirishima shook his head. “Not really. What about you?”

“Todoroki and I had plans to meet up at the gym,” Katsuki replied. “Thought I’d just get my
usual time in, but now I gotta work extra hard to get rid of the headache from dealing with
my mom.”

Kirishima glanced at him curiously. “Is it just the teasing, or are you mad she brought up
marriage?”

Katsuki sighed, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “I hate it when people act like I’m on
some kind of deadline, not just my mom. Just ‘cause Momo and Jirou tied the knot right outta
college doesn’t mean I gotta follow their lead. I’ll settle down when I’m good and ready.”
He then smiled softly at Kirishima, allowing a glimpse of that vulnerable side of him, one
that he didn’t show to anyone else. “Also… thanks for saying we’ll talk about it when I’m
ready. I appreciate it.”

“Of course!” Kirishima chirped, “Anything to make you happy!”

Katsuki gave him a small nod, his expression softening for a moment before returning to its
usual gruffness. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get all sappy on me.”

Kirishima laughed, giving him a playful punch on the arm. “Alright, I’m heading back to take
it easy. Have fun at the gym.”

“Later,” Katsuki grunted, turning toward the direction of the gym as Kirishima headed home.

As Katsuki walked, he felt the lingering tension from the visit fade slightly. A good workout
with Todoroki would clear his head and maybe, just maybe, give him some clarity about the
future.

The clang of weights and rhythmic hum of treadmills filled the gym as Katsuki grunted
through another set of deadlifts. His muscles burned, but his frustration was sharper, spurred
by his mother’s words from earlier. He slammed the barbell back onto the rack with a loud
clang, drawing a few glances from nearby gym-goers.

“Tch, mind your business,” Katsuki muttered under his breath, wiping sweat from his
forehead.

Across from him, Todoroki was calmly adjusting the resistance on a rowing machine, his
expression as serene as ever. He glanced over at Katsuki’s display of frustration.

“You’re unusually agitated,” Todoroki remarked in his even tone. “Did Kirishima do
something?”

Katsuki shot him a glare. “Why the hell would it be Kirishima?”

“Just a guess.” Todoroki's voice remained neutral, his mismatched eyes watching as Katsuki
began another round of heavy lifts, his movements fueled by irritation.

Katsuki dropped the weights again with an audible crash, prompting Todoroki to rise from his
machine and approach. “You’re going to break something. Either the equipment or yourself.
Calm down.”

“I’m fine!” Katsuki snapped before letting out a frustrated sigh. After a moment, he glanced
at Todoroki, realizing he could talk to him without judgment.

“You ever think it’s weird about me not wanting to get married to Kirishima?” Katsuki asked
abruptly, crossing his arms.

Todoroki raised an eyebrow. It wasn’t every day that Katsuki voluntarily opened up about
personal matters. “Not weird, I suppose. But why are you asking?”
Katsuki hesitated, looking down at his hands. “It’s just… my mom. She’s always naggin’ me
about when I’m gonna settle down with Kirishima. Like, I want to be with him, but I don’t
see the point of marriage. It’s just a damn rock and some paper. Doesn’t change anything.”

Todoroki listened, his expression thoughtful. “I’m probably not the best person to ask. I’ve
never been in a relationship. I never found the time to date…."

Katsuki frowned, annoyed at the lack of useful advice. “Then why the hell am I even—”

“But,” Todoroki interrupted, “if you want my opinion, I think marriage is less about the ring
or the paper and more about the promise behind it. It’s a way of telling the person you love
that you’re committed to them forever. Kirishima loves you, it’s obvious to anyone who sees
you two together and knows you both. Marriage isn’t about changing anything. It’s about
solidifying what’s already there.”

Katsuki was silent for a moment, staring at the floor. Finally, he muttered, “I already know I
want to be with him forever.”

Todoroki tilted his head slightly. “Then maybe the issue isn’t marriage. Maybe the issue is
you.”

Katsuki bristled, about to retort and ask what he meant, but his phone buzzed in his gym bag,
cutting him off. He grabbed it, seeing Uraraka’s name on the screen. “What the hell does she
want now?”

He swiped to answer. “Yo. You feeling better?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine,” Uraraka replied hastily. “Listen, are you free later this evening?”

Katsuki blinked, confused by her urgency. “Uh, yeah? Why?”

“I want to go on a double date. You and Kirishima with me and… someone I’ve been talking
to,” she said quickly.

“Double date?” Katsuki repeated, narrowing his eyes. “You’ve been talking to someone?”

“Yep! I’ll text you the time and place,” she said cheerfully, ignoring his confusion. “Thanks,
Katsuki! Gotta go!” And with that, she hung up.

Katsuki stared at the phone, his brow furrowed.

“Something wrong?” Todoroki asked, noticing the look on his face.

“Uraraka just invited me and Kirishima on a double date tonight,” Katsuki said, his tone
skeptical. “Said she’s been talking to someone...I didn’t even know she was seeing anyone.”

Todoroki's eyes narrowed slightly. “She hasn’t dated anyone since Iida, and that was back at
U A. She’s never mentioned anything about talking to someone.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Katsuki muttered. “If she was seeing someone, she would’ve
said something to us by now, right?”

“Maybe she’s been hiding it,” Todoroki offered, though his voice was tinged with doubt.

“Doesn’t seem like her,” Katsuki replied. “She’s not the type to keep something like that
quiet.”

Todoroki crossed his arms. “Maybe it’s a prank?” He suggested though he didn't seem
certain.

“Maybe.” Katsuki sighed, running a hand through his damp hair. “Guess I’ll go and find out.”

Todoroki gave a small nod. “Good idea. Keep an open mind, though.”

“Whatever,” Katsuki grumbled, returning to his workout.

The rest of their session passed in silence, though Katsuki’s mind wasn’t on his sets. His
thoughts kept circling back to Uraraka’s unexpected call and the nagging feeling that
something didn’t add up.

How was he just now learning about this?

When Katsuki stepped into the apartment, the faint hum of the air conditioner and the soft
rise and fall of Kirishima’s breathing greeted him. Kirishima was sprawled out on the couch,
his crimson hair fanned over the cushions, one arm dangling off the edge. Katsuki smirked at
the sight. It was almost too easy.

He approached quietly, leaned over Kirishima’s face, and pinched his nose shut.

Kirishima’s eyes shot open, his body jolting as he struggled to breathe. “Wha—! Katsuki!” he
sputtered, sitting upright and rubbing his nose.

“Time to get up, lazy ass,” Katsuki said, arms crossed, his grin unapologetic.

Kirishima blinked the sleep out of his eyes. “Get up for what….” His eyes widened when he
noticed that the sun had already set, “Damn, how long have I been out!”

“Don’t know,” Katsuki said, tossing a water bottle at him. “We’re going on a double date.”

Kirishima caught the bottle midair, his eyebrows raising. “Double date? With who?”

“With Uraraka and some guy she’s apparently been talking to,” Katsuki replied, the
skepticism thick in his voice.

Kirishima’s face lit up with surprise and then delight. “No way! That’s great! Good for her,
it’s about time she started seeing someone again.”
“Yeah, sure,” Katsuki muttered, frowning. “Except she hasn’t mentioned anyone in years,
and now outta nowhere, she’s inviting us to meet this mystery guy? Something feels off.”

Kirishima chuckled, leaning back against the couch. “You’re overthinking it. You’re like a
brother to her, so it’s normal you’re feeling a little protective.”

Katsuki glared at him. “I’m not overthinking anything. It doesn’t make sense. If she’s been
talking to someone, why not tell me?”

“Well,” Kirishima began, scratching the back of his neck, “you’re not exactly the easiest guy
to approach about stuff like that. Maybe she was nervous about introducing him to you. You
can be… uh…”

“What?” Katsuki snapped.

“Aggressive,” Kirishima said, though his grin betrayed his amusement. “I mean, come on.
Not everyone wants to deal with your scary ass right away.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Then why not tell Todoroki?”

Kirishima laughed. “Shouto? Really? You know how socially awkward he is. She probably
wants to ease the guy into things before throwing him at someone who stares silently like
he’s analyzing your entire soul. In some crazy way, you're the warm-up round.”

Katsuki scowled, unconvinced. “Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”

“Look,” Kirishima said, leaning forward with a grin, “if this guy turns out to be a jerk, you
can kick his ass and tell him to stay away from her. She’ll be mad, but she’ll get over it.
You’d rather she be mad at you than end up with someone who’s no good, right?”

“Tch. Damn right,” Katsuki muttered, crossing his arms.

Kirishima reached over and ruffled his hair. “There’s the Katsuki I know. Protective but with
a heart of gold.”

“Cut it out,” Katsuki growled, batting his hand away. But the corner of his mouth twitched
upward.

Kirishima leaned in and kissed Katsuki on the cheek. “She’ll appreciate it. You’ll see.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki grumbled, his ears tinged pink. “Now go get ready. We’re leaving
soon.”

“Alright, but I’m taking a shower first,” Kirishima said, standing and stretching.

“I’m coming with you,” Katsuki said, already pulling off his shirt.

Kirishima raised an eyebrow, his face flushing slightly. “Uh, are you sure? I was kinda
thinking—”
“Relax, idiot,” Katsuki interrupted, rolling his eyes. “It’s just a shower. No funny business.
We’ve got places to be.”

Kirishima hesitated but eventually relented with a grin. “Alright, but if you can’t behave,
you’re sitting out the next one.”

Katsuki smirked, following him to the bathroom. “Trust me, I’ve got self-control. You, on the
other hand…”

Kirishima laughed as they disappeared into the hallway, their easy banter lightening the
tension Katsuki had been carrying.

Katsuki adjusted his collar as he and Kirishima strode into the opulent restaurant. The soft
glow of chandeliers bathed the dining area in a warm golden hue, and the air smelled faintly
of truffle and expensive wine. Kirishima tugged at his sleeve, glancing nervously at his
watch.

“Man, I think we’re late,” Kirishima muttered, his face tinged with a slight flush that had
nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with Katsuki giving him a blow job
as soon as they were both naked in the shower.

Katsuki smirked, his hands shoved into his pockets. “We’re not late. We’ve got plenty of
time. Chill out.”

Kirishima sighed, eyeing the lavish décor. “This place is insane. Uraraka’s date must be
loaded to take us here.”

“He better be, since he’s footing the bill,” Katsuki said nonchalantly.

Kirishima’s eyes widened. “Wait, what? Seriously?”

“Yeah. She said that he’d cover us since it was last minute.” Katsuki replied, leading the way
to the host stand.

After giving the reservation details, the host, dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, informed
them they were the first to arrive. They were escorted to a table near the center of the
restaurant, a prime spot surrounded by other well-dressed patrons.

As they sat, Kirishima picked up the menu and let out a low whistle. “Look at this stuff. I
can’t even pronounce half of it. Think they’ve got something normal like a steak?”

Katsuki ignored him, his jaw tight. His foot tapped restlessly under the table, and his crimson
eyes scanned the room.

“Relax,” Kirishima said gently, nudging him. “You’re gonna scare the guy off before we even
meet him.”

“Tch. I’ll relax when I know this isn’t some creep stringing her along,” Katsuki muttered, but
he leaned back slightly, trying to ease the tension in his shoulders. Kirishima couldn’t blame
his boyfriend for his behavior. He’d known the woman for years, along with Todoroki, ever
since their freshman year of college. At this point, they were practically family.

A few minutes later, Uraraka arrived, her cheeks flushed and her eyes sparkling. She wore an
elegant dress that complimented her figure, her hair styled with an effortlessness that looked
anything but.

“Sorry, I’m late!” she said, sliding into the seat across from Katsuki. “Traffic was insane.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Kirishima said with a grin. “Besides, you look great! Feeling better
after last night?”

Uraraka laughed. “Yeah, I just needed a good nap and a shower. Thanks for asking.”

Katsuki cut in, his tone sharp. “Where’s your date?”

She gave him a pointed look. “Nice to see you too, Katsuki. He’s with the valet. And could
you at least try to be nice tonight?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Katsuki retorted. “And why haven’t you mentioned this guy
before?”

Uraraka leaned in, lowering her voice. “Because I knew you’d act like this. Look, just be
cool, okay? He’s really nice to me and he's sweet…not to mention really strong and rich,”
Katsuki shook his head at the last word, but Uraraka ignored it and continued, “He’s also a
dork and doesn’t mind when I act weird, I totally lucked out! So be nice.”

Before Katsuki could press her further, a hand rested lightly on her shoulder. All eyes turned
to the figure standing behind her.

“Deku, we were just talking about you,” Uraraka said warmly, looking up with a smile.

Katsuki’s blood instantly ran cold.

Standing there, in an immaculately tailored suit that didn’t quite mask his awkward stance,
was the man from last night: Izuku.

“Good things, I hope,” Izuku said, his tone light as he smiled at the table. He extended a hand
to Kirishima first. “Ochako calls me Deku but my name’s Izuku. It’s nice to meet you both.”

Kirishima stood, shaking his hand. “Eijiro Kirishima. Likewise!” He motioned to Katsuki.
“And this is Katsuki Bakugo—”

Izuku turned his attention to Katsuki, his smile as polite as ever. “Katsuki. Ochako’s told me
a lot about you.”

For a moment, Katsuki froze, his hand hovering awkwardly before finally shaking Izuku’s.
His grip was firm, but his mind was reeling.

Uraraka and Kirishima exchanged confused glances at Katsuki’s uncharacteristic silence.

“Uh, yeah,” Katsuki managed, his voice low and stiff.

What the fuck was going on?

Izuku smiled, oblivious to the tension. “Ochako says you’ve known each other forever.”

“Since college,” Uraraka added. “But Kirishima’s known him way longer than I have.”

Izuku chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “I guess I’ve got a lot of catching up to do to
get us to that level, huh?” He turned to Uraraka. “I just hope I don’t mess it up. I’d like to
stick around for a while.”

He added the last part with a sheepish grin, causing Uraraka to laugh. “You’re such a dork,
Deku.”

Kirishima laughed too, but his smile faded when he caught the look on Katsuki’s face, an
expression of complete disbelief and uncertainty, lurking just beneath the surface.

The table buzzed with chatter and laughter as Kirishima and Uraraka worked to keep the
atmosphere light. Uraraka recounted a humorous story from her work, her eyes sparkling as
she gestured animatedly. Kirishima, ever the supportive friend, added his own playful
comments, drawing a soft chuckle from Izuku.

But Katsuki continued to sit silently, his fork idly poking at his food. His usual sharp remarks
were absent, replaced by a simmering tension that even the most oblivious person could
sense. His crimson eyes darted between Uraraka and Izuku, his jaw clenched tightly. Izuku
had been acting differently. The man he had the misfortune of encountering the night before
wasn’t there. Instead, the Izuku before him now seemed like a complete dork. The confidence
that had once radiated from him had been replaced by a sheepishness, something more nerdy
and awkward.

Finally relenting to her friend’s unusual silence, Uraraka caught his expression and tilted her
head in concern. “Katsuki, you okay?”

He didn’t look at her, his voice gruff as he muttered, “Yeah, I’m fine.”

Kirishima, seated beside him, gave his arm a light nudge. “You sure? You’ve barely said a
word all dinner.”

“Tch. I’m fine,” Katsuki snapped, though his tone lacked its usual bite.

Katsuki finally looked up, locking eyes with Uraraka. “I need to talk to you for a sec,
outside,” he said gruffly, pushing back his chair and standing.

Uraraka blinked in surprise. “What? Now?”

“Yeah.” Katsuki’s gaze then fixed on Izuku, and his tone left no room for argument.
Rising from her seat, confused, Uraraka followed Katsuki toward the back of the restaurant,
leaving Kirishima and Izuku sitting in uneasy silence.

Izuku, picking up on the tension, hesitated before speaking. "I-I hope I didn’t do anything to
make Katsuki upset—”

Kirishima chuckled awkwardly, though his own worry was evident. “Nah, he’s just... Katsuki.
He’s probably just being protective of Ochako. You’re doing great, though,” he added, trying
to sound encouraging.

Still, his gaze lingered in the direction Katsuki and Uraraka had gone, a gnawing sense of
unease settling in his chest.

Katsuki leaned against the wall, arms crossed tightly over his chest, his jaw set in frustration.
Uraraka stood across from him, her brows furrowed in confusion. “Katsuki, what’s your
problem tonight?” she asked, her voice softer than usual, tinged with genuine concern.

“You’re seriously asking me that?” he shot back, narrowing his eyes. “Are you fucking with
me, Uraraka?”

“What?” she blinked, clearly caught off guard. It was rare for him to show such hostility
towards her, “What are you even talking about?”

“I’m talking about the fact that we both met this guy last night at the bar!” Katsuki hissed, his
voice low but intense.

Uraraka tilted her head, confused, before letting out a nervous laugh. “What are you talking
about? No, we didn’t. I remember last night just fine...Well enough anyway to know I didn’t
meet Deku there.”

“Yeah?” Katsuki stepped closer, his eyes burning with conviction. “Remember this morning?
Remember how you were talking about wishing you got that guy’s fucking number, right?
The one with the green hair? That was him! And now, not even a full day later, you’re telling
me you’ve been talking to him for weeks? That you’ve got some kind of history?” Katsuki
shook his head, “None of that shit adds up, Uraraka. It doesn’t make any damn sense!”

Uraraka stared at him, her confusion growing. “Katsuki, I don’t know what to tell you,” she
said, pulling out her phone. “Look…these are our texts. They go back weeks. And here—”
She swiped to her photos app, showing him several pictures of herself and Izuku together,
smiling and carefree. “These were from last weekend.”

Katsuki’s eyes darted between the screen and her face, his stomach twisting into knots. This
didn’t make sense. He knew what he saw, knew what happened last night. He wasn’t drunk
enough to hallucinate it all. But now, seeing the evidence right in front of him, his certainty
began to waver.

“I...I don’t get it,” he muttered, more to himself than to her. “This doesn’t make sense. None
of this makes sense.”
“Katsuki,” Uraraka said gently, placing a hand on his arm. Her tone shifted, serious but
pleading. “You’re one of my best friends. I was so excited to finally introduce you to
someone I really like, and now you’re making this so uncomfortable. Please... just be happy
for me, okay?”

He looked at her, taking in her rare, solemn expression. The bubbly, cheerful Uraraka he
knew wasn’t here right now. This was someone hurt, someone vulnerable. As much as every
fiber of his being screamed that something was wrong, he couldn’t bring himself to ruin her
night any further.

With a heavy sigh, he relented. “Fine. Whatever. I’m sorry,” he said gruffly.

She smiled softly, relieved. “Thank you.”

The two returned to the table, Katsuki’s face stoic as he approached. Kirishima immediately
noticed something was off. “Everything okay?” he asked, his tone light but concerned.

“Yeah,” Katsuki muttered, before turning to Izuku. “Look... sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t
have been such an ass.” He didn’t mean a single word.

Izuku smiled nervously, scratching the back of his head. “I-It’s okay. I just want everyone to
have a good time...”

Soon the atmosphere began to relax, the tension easing bit by bit. Uraraka, eager to lighten
the mood further, suggested getting drinks at the bar. She looped an arm through Kirishima’s
and pulled him along laughing as he stated how impressed he was that she was able to
stomach alcohol after last night.

That left Katsuki alone with Izuku.

Katsuki sat stiffly, his gaze boring into the table until Izuku broke the silence. “I hope I didn’t
do anything to upset you. I know how much Ochako means to you. All I want to do, since
meeting her is make her happy...”

Katsuki’s eyes snapped up, locking onto Izuku with a sharp intensity. “Cut the shit,” he said
bluntly.

Izuku blinked, startled. “I... I don’t know what you mean.”

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Katsuki growled. “We met last night. At the bar. I know it was
you. Freckles. Green hair. Creepy-ass vibe. I’d never forget.”

Izuku’s face paled, his eyes wide with confusion, or fear. Katsuki didn’t give a fuck,
“Katsuki, this is the first time we’ve met. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bullshit!” Katsuki snapped, his voice rising enough to draw a few curious glances from
nearby tables.
“Katsuki!” Uraraka’s voice cut through the tension as she and Kirishima returned. She looked
between him and Izuku, alarmed. “What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” Katsuki muttered, already heading for the exit. He was getting pissed off and
didn’t think he’d be able to keep his mouth shut any longer. He could hear Kirishima quickly
following, pulling out his phone to order a rideshare for the both of them.

“What the hell happened?” Kirishima asked as they waited outside.

Katsuki opened his mouth to answer, but stopped when Uraraka appeared, her face a mixture
of anger and disappointment.

“I’m sorry,” he lied quickly, cutting her off before she could speak. “I don’t know what came
over me. I shouldn’t have interrogated him like that. Especially after you had just asked me
not to.” He hoped it would be enough to not leave her angry at him.

Uraraka’s expression softened slightly at his apology. “Thank you,” she said quietly. “But
Katsuki, you need to get over whatever this is. I just want you to be happy for me, okay?”

He nodded stiffly, unwilling to say more.

Izuku appeared moments later, offering to drive them home since they’d all come out for his
and Uraraka’s date. Katsuki hesitated, but one look at Uraraka’s hopeful expression made
him grit his teeth and agree.

As they climbed into the car, Katsuki couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling crawling up his spine.
Something was wrong. He didn’t know what, but he was determined to find out.

The car was sleek and expensive, the kind of vehicle that turned heads. Kirishima couldn’t
help but whistle in admiration as he climbed into the backseat. “Man, I didn’t peg you as the
kind of guy to drive something like this, Izuku,” he said with a laugh.

Izuku smiled warmly through the rearview mirror. “I’ve been fortunate,” he replied.

Katsuki, sitting silently in the back seat beside Kirishima, stared out the window, his jaw
tight. Something about Izuku’s presence set him on edge, and he wasn’t sure if it was the man
himself or the lingering unease from before he stormed out of the restaurant.

As they pulled up to the apartment complex Katsuki and Kirishima shared, Izuku shifted in
his seat. “Hey, Katsuki,” he said, his tone calm but oddly firm. “Would you mind if I had a
word with you? Alone.”

Katsuki’s instinct was to say no, but Uraraka, already stepping out of the car, turned to him
with a soft smile. “It’s fine, Katsuki come up here and take my seat” she said. “I’ll just go
inside with Kirishima. I forgot something in their apartment anyway.” Her eyes held that
familiar look of quiet encouragement, the kind that always made it impossible for him to
refuse.
“Fine,” Katsuki muttered, reluctantly climbing out of the car and occupying her seat once she
and Kirishima left.

It was silent for a few moments before Izuku spoke, his voice low, no longer holding the
whiny tone it held during dinner, “You know, Katsuki, I wasn’t planning to make this so...
complicated.”

Katsuki turned to him, frowning. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

Izuku smiled faintly, his expression unreadable. “I’ll get straight to the point. I was just
planning on taking you away the moment I laid eyes on you last night, but Ochako was
right…” He turned slowly at Katsuki, a strange glint in those emerald eyes, “You are fun,
Katsuki.”

“What?” Katsuki’s confusion deepened, his stomach twisting as he sat up defensively. Taking
him away? What the hell was he talking about and when had he spoken to Uraraka about
him?

“You know what makes a relationship work?,” Izuku asked, ignoring Katsuki’s reaction,
“Balance. Equal footing. That’s why I’m going to allow you a choice.”

Before Katsuki could respond, Izuku suddenly leaned over the center console, crowding into
his space. Katsuki found himself pressed against the door, his breath caught in his chest.
Izuku’s hand came up, gently gripping his jaw with unnerving confidence. Katsuki struggled
to escape. The other man's grip had been abnormally strong.

“W-What the fuck are you doing?” Katsuki growled, though his voice wavered. He grabbed
at Izuku's wrist, trying to yank his arm away, but it hadn't even phase the other.

Izuku’s smile widened, that same unsettling grin from the bar now only inches from
Katsuki’s face. “It’s simple, really. You can leave with me, right now. Walk away from
everyone you care about, and this all becomes easier. Or...” He trailed off, his eyes gleaming
with something dark and dangerous. “You can stay and make it harder for not only yourself…
but everyone you love and care for. Either way, you'll be leaving with me no matter your
decision.”

Katsuki’s pulse raced. “Are you threatening me?” he spat.

Izuku tilted his head, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “You’re breathtaking, Katsuki, but
dense. Call it what you will. But this is your final chance. Leave with me, or... I’ll make sure
the people you love suffer for it.”

Katsuki’s eyes burned with anger, though fear prickled at the edges of his resolve. “Go to
hell.”

Izuku chuckled softly, his tone almost amused. “Wrong answer,” he murmured. As Katsuki
shifted, ready to push him away, Izuku leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper.
“I’ll save Kirishima for last.”
The words froze Katsuki in place. “What did you fucking say?” he shouted, but Izuku didn’t
elaborate. Instead, he leaned back, his composure as calm as ever.

“You should enjoy the time you have left with him,” Izuku said.

A knock on the window startled Katsuki. He turned to see Uraraka standing there, her
concerned expression visible through the glass.

Before he could move, Izuku grabbed his arm, pulling him close once more. He whispered,
his voice devoid of the warmth it held earlier. “If you say anything, I’ll kill them both. Right
here. Right now.”

Katsuki’s breath hitched as he met Izuku’s eyes.

They were cold, empty, and utterly terrifying.

He nodded stiffly, too shaken to respond or even risk the chance of him committing to his
sudden threat.

Izuku rolled down the window, his expression transforming into one of warm reassurance.
“We were just wrapping up,” he said smoothly. “Had a nice little chat.” That warm smile that
Katsuki knew was complete bullshit spread across his lips as he spoke.

“I have faith that Katsuki and I are going to be great friends from here on out!”

Katsuki practically bolted from the car the moment he got the chance. Uraraka called after
him, but he ignored her. His heart raced as he headed straight for the apartment.

Inside, Kirishima caught up to him, his face etched with concern. “Hey, man, what’s going
on? Are you okay?”

Katsuki didn’t answer. Instead, he pulled Kirishima into a tight hug, burying his face in the
crook of his boyfriend’s shoulder.

“Katsuki?” Kirishima asked softly, hesitating as he felt the blond trembling against him.
“What happened?”

“Shut up,” Katsuki muttered, his voice strained.

Kirishima fell silent, his worry only growing as he held him. Katsuki didn’t speak again, his
thoughts consumed by the image of Izuku’s soulless expression. The man’s words had been
so insane, that they couldn’t be real.

But yet if they weren’t real…

His arms tightened around Kirishima.

Why did he feel absolutely terrified?

Chapter End Notes

Shit, I'm scared and I'm the one who wrote this!

Hope you all enjoyed it!

 Chapter 4
Chapter Notes

Hope you all enjoy this one!

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Kirishima stood in the doorway, his brows furrowed with concern as he hesitated before
speaking. “Hey, are you sure you don’t want me to call out of work?” His voice was soft,
trying not to set Katsuki off more than he already seemed.

Katsuki, sitting hunched on the couch with his phone gripped tightly in his hand, snapped his
head up. “I said I’m fine!” he barked, his voice sharp enough to cut through the tension
already hanging thick in the room. Kirishima didn’t flinch, but the worry in his eyes
deepened. He wanted to push, to insist, but Katsuki was like a live wire right now.

Instead, Kirishima pulled himself away from the door and placed a reassuring hand on
Katsuki’s shoulder. “I love you,” he said, his voice steady and filled with warmth. “I’ll be
back soon, okay? Call me if you need anything.”

Katsuki didn’t look up. His eyes stayed glued to the glowing screen of his phone as he
muttered, “Yeah, whatever.” The dismissal stung, but Kirishima said nothing more. He
quietly slipped out, leaving Katsuki to drown in his own spiraling thoughts.

The moment the door clicked shut, Katsuki exhaled sharply and returned to his frantic
scrolling. His thumb skimmed over search results, his chest tightening with each failure to
find what he was looking for. “Izuku…” he muttered under his breath, his frustration
mounting. No last name. No concrete details. Just the memories of that night clawing at the
edges of his sanity, making his search feel like trying to catch smoke.

It had been a single, surreal weekend, yet it felt like it had shattered the foundation of
Katsuki’s life. Just days ago, he’d been sitting on the couch with Uraraka, helping her nurse
her hangover and laughing at her drunken antics. Everything had been normal, until it wasn’t.
Until Uraraka introduced her to a new ‘boyfriend’ she’d never mentioned before. Until that
boyfriend, Izuku, transformed from awkward and unassuming to something Katsuki could
only describe as chilling.

Katsuki couldn’t forget the way Izuku’s green eyes had bored into him during that double
date, his soft smile twisting into something grotesque as he casually threatened not just
Katsuki, but the people he loved after they had finished dinner that night. Normally, Katsuki
would have knocked the bastard out cold. But something had stopped him. Izuku hadn’t just
been threatening, he’d been terrifying. And Katsuki hated that. Hated how his own fear made
him freeze, made him feel powerless in a way he hadn’t since he was a kid.
Every time Katsuki replayed Izuku’s words in his head, he tried to convince himself it was all
nonsense, the ramblings of a lunatic. Yet, no matter how hard he tried, a voice in the back of
his mind whispered that it was all too real. The threat to kidnap him, to kill Kirishima and
Uraraka. It felt too deliberate, too calculated. It was the kind of darkness Katsuki had never
encountered before, and it was eating away at him.

Desperate, Katsuki had finally done something he never thought he’d resort to. He took a
deep breath as he messed around on his phone. He had to call the police. The thought of
someone like Izuku lurking around Uraraka, someone who could flip so effortlessly from
charming to psychotic, was too much. Katsuki wouldn’t take the risk. Not with her life and
especially not with Kirishima’s.

His thumb hovered over the call button as he dialed, his heart pounding in his chest. Nine.
One. His breathing quickened. His vision blurred slightly as a sudden, strange dizziness
washed over him.

The moment he tapped the last one, a sharp, snapping sound echoed in the room. Katsuki
froze. For a split second, the air felt heavy, oppressive, like the weight of the world had just
collapsed onto his shoulders.

Then, everything went black.

As Kirishima stepped off the train, the weight of the past few hours hung heavily over him.
His mind had been consumed with thoughts of Katsuki. The worry had seeped into his focus,
dulling his usual sharpness during his session with his client. Thankfully, his client hadn’t
picked up on his distraction, but Kirishima couldn’t shake the lingering unease.

He couldn’t stop thinking about the end of the double date. How Katsuki had been in his
arms, trembling violently, like he had seen something so profoundly disturbing it had shaken
him to his core.

Kirishima had asked nothing, held him close, waiting. But even now, days later, Katsuki
hadn’t spoken a word about what had happened. Still, Kirishima was able to deduce that
Izuku had to have been the reason.

What had Izuku done? What was it about him that made Katsuki so uncomfortable, so on
edge? Kirishima had tried to pry subtly, but every time he brought it up, Katsuki clamped his
mouth shut, his eyes hardening. He knew Katsuki cared deeply about Uraraka. He always
had. But the fear Kirishima had seen in Katsuki’s eyes… it had felt different, deeper.

A frustrated sigh escaped Kirishima as he pushed through the apartment door, already bracing
himself to see Katsuki, tapping away at his phone just like he had been before he left. Maybe
texting Uraraka to get more info out of the guy, or Shouto to gossip about Izuku

But instead, his breath hitched when his eyes scanned the room. It wasn’t Katsuki sitting at
the table or sprawled out on the couch like Kirishima had anticipated.

It was worse. Much worse.

“Katsuki!

Katsuki’s eyes fluttered open to the sound of his name being called, loud and frantic.

“Katsuki! Katsuki, wake up!” Kirishima’s voice was tinged with panic, his hands gripping
Katsuki’s shoulders as he shook him gently. Blinking against the harsh light that poured from
the ceiling, Katsuki groaned, his head pounding and his limbs feeling like lead.

“Kirishima?” he rasped, his throat dry and voice weak.

Kirishima let out a shaky breath, relief washing over his face as he practically collapsed
beside Katsuki. “Oh, thank god. You scared the shit out of me! I thought—” His voice broke
off, and he ran a hand through his hair, visibly trying to calm himself. “I thought something
terrible happened. I almost had a heart attack, man.”

Katsuki sat up slowly, wincing at the dull ache in his head. He looked around, his
surroundings blurry for a moment before sharpening into focus. He was still in their living
room, lying awkwardly on the floor. “What happened?” he asked, his voice laced with
confusion.

“I don’t know,” Kirishima replied, his brow creased with worry. “I came home and found you
passed out on the floor. You weren’t moving, and I couldn’t wake you up at first.”

Katsuki stared at him, the words not fully registering. “I... passed out?” he repeated, more to
himself than to Kirishima. He couldn’t remember anything that had led to it happening.

“Yeah,” Kirishima confirmed, his words dripping with concern. “You were out cold. Katsuki,
we need to get you to the hospital. This isn’t normal.”

Katsuki shook his head, his usual stubbornness kicking in despite the lingering haze clouding
his thoughts. “I’m fine. I don’t need to go to a damn hospital.”

“Katsuki—”

“I said I’m fine,” he snapped.

Kirishima hesitated, clearly torn between respecting Katsuki’s decision and pushing to make
sure he was okay. Finally, he relented with a reluctant sigh. “Okay... but if you feel even a
little worse, we’re going. No arguments.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki muttered, brushing him off. Kirishima didn’t look convinced but stood
anyway, gently pulling Katsuki to his feet and helping him to their bedroom.

After settling Katsuki onto the bed, Kirishima left the room, promising to bring back some
water. Katsuki leaned back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts racing.
Why the hell had he passed out? He didn’t feel sick, and there’d been no warning signs.

Before he could piece it together, Kirishima returned, a glass of water in one hand and
Katsuki’s phone in the other. He handed them both over, his expression soft but tinged with
concern. “Here,” he said quietly, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Katsuki took the phone, glancing at the screen as he sipped the water to soothe his dry throat.
His heart skipped a beat when he saw the open call log. There it was—911, dialed but not
connected. He stared at it, his mind struggling to reconcile why it was there. He didn’t
remember making the call, let alone why he would’ve needed to.

“Katsuki,” Kirishima’s voice broke through his thoughts, and before Katsuki could react,
Kirishima leaned in, wrapping him in a tight embrace. “Don’t ever scare me like that again,
okay?” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “I thought I’d lost you.”

Katsuki hesitated, his hands hovering awkwardly in the air before resting on Kirishima’s
back. “Yeah... sorry,” he mumbled, the words automatic and lacking conviction.

His mind was elsewhere, replaying the events of the day over and over, searching for answers
that wouldn’t come. Why had he passed out? Why was 911 dialed on his phone? And why
did he feel like he was missing something vital, like a shadow lurking just beyond his reach?

Kirishima paced the kitchen, his thoughts a whirlwind of worry and frustration as he moved
mechanically between the counter and the stove. The rhythmic chopping of vegetables and
the simmering of broth should’ve been soothing, but the knot in his chest refused to loosen.
The image of Katsuki lying unconscious on the floor earlier in the day kept replaying in his
mind, each pass dredging up fresh waves of fear.

The sound of sizzling brought Kirishima back to the present. He reached for the handle of the
pan, intending to stir, but yelped loudly and pulled back when a sharp pain shot through his
hand. The handle had grown hot without him realizing it, the metal burning his palm. “Damn
it,” he muttered, rushing to the sink and running warm water over the reddened skin. He
clenched his jaw, glaring at the faucet as if it were to blame. How had he let himself get so
distracted?

The sound of approaching footsteps made him glance over his shoulder. Katsuki stood in the
entry way, his expression sharp despite the lingering pallor in his cheeks. “What the hell
happened?” Katsuki demanded, his tone brimming with both irritation and concern.

“It’s nothing,” Kirishima replied quickly, turning off the water and shaking his hand dry.
“Shouldn’t you be in bed? You’re supposed to be resting.”

Katsuki scowled, his fiery personality bubbling back to the surface. “I’m not some fucking
weakling who needs to be babied,” he snapped.

Kirishima turned to face him fully, crossing his arms. “I found you unconscious. Forgive me
if I’m a little worried for your wellbeing.”

Their gazes locked, a silent battle of wills, until the tension was broken by a sharp knock at
the door. Both turned their heads toward the sound, Katsuki’s scowl deepening. Without
another word, he turned his back to Kirishima and headed for the door.
Katsuki opened it and was surprised to find Uraraka standing on the other side, a bright smile
on her face. “Hey, Katsuki!” she greeted, her cheerful tone a stark contrast to the heavy
atmosphere inside. “I hope I’m not interrupting or anything. I just wanted to check on you.”

Katsuki blinked, clearly taken aback. “What are you doing here?” he asked, his tone more
gruff than he intended.

“I was worried,” she admitted, her smile softening. “After the other night, I wanted to make
sure you were okay. Sorry for showing up unannounced.”

Kirishima appeared in the doorway behind Katsuki, waving off her apology. “It’s no
problem,” he said, his voice warm despite the stress etched on his face. “Honestly, it’s
probably a good thing you’re here.”

Kirishima stepped aside, gesturing for her to come in. “I’m making dinner,” he added.
“You’re more than welcome to stay.”

Uraraka hesitated for a moment, then nodded gratefully. “Thanks, Kirishima. I’d like that.”

As she stepped inside, Katsuki shut the door behind her, his brows furrowing slightly as he
regarded her. He wasn’t sure how to feel about her sudden visit. Why was she worried about
him? All that had happened was that they had gone out to dinner with her creepy new
boyfriend

Kirishima, meanwhile, returned to the kitchen, picking up where he left off with the meal. He
glanced over his shoulder, watching as Uraraka and Katsuki settled into the living room.
Uraraka was already chatting away, her voice light and easy, while Katsuki listened with his
usual guarded expression.

Kirishima turned back to the stove, stirring the pot with a renewed sense of purpose. For now,
at least, Katsuki was distracted.

Katsuki leaned back against the couch, his arms crossed as Uraraka sat across from him. She
watched him with a mixture of concern and hesitation, her hands resting on her knees. “So,”
she began softly, her tone careful. “Are you okay?”

Katsuki groaned, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling. “Why does everyone keep
asking me that? I’m fine!”

Uraraka’s brow furrowed, her worry deepening. “That doesn’t sound fine,” she said, leaning
forward slightly. “What’s going on, Katsuki?”

Her persistence grated on him, but before he could stop himself, he muttered, “Kirishima
found me passed out on the floor earlier.”

The moment the words left his mouth, Katsuki regretted them. Uraraka’s eyes widened, and
her concern shifted into full-blown alarm. “What? Are you serious? How did that happen?”

“I don’t know!” Katsuki snapped, the frustration in his voice aimed more at himself than her.
“I don’t remember anything.”
The air between them grew heavy with tension. Uraraka’s usual cheeriness faded into
something more subdued, her gaze dropping to the floor. Her silence stretched
uncomfortably, and Katsuki frowned. “What’s with you now?” he asked, his tone sharp but
laced with curiosity.

Uraraka hesitated, then spoke, her voice quiet but steady. “I can’t help but think... maybe this
is my fault.”

Katsuki blinked, surprised by her confession. “What the hell are you talking about?”

She sighed, clasping her hands together nervously. “I mean... introducing Deku to you guys. I
didn’t say anything about him before because I was scared it would change things between
us, between me, you, and Shouto. You’re both my best friends, and I didn’t want anything to
ruin that. But now I feel like it’s caused more problems than anything else.”

Katsuki stared at her, her words echoing in his head. He didn’t know how to respond at first,
but seeing the guilt in her eyes, he felt a pang of frustration. “That’s not it,” he said gruffly. “I
want you to be happy with someone. Just... not Deku.”

Uraraka’s head snapped up, her brow furrowing in confusion and frustration. “Why can’t it
be Deku? I thought you and he had come to some sort of understanding…” Her voice
wavered with disbelief, as though struggling to make sense of the situation.

Katsuki opened his mouth, his expression one of genuine confusion. “Understanding? What
are you talking about?” His brows knitted together, his mind racing to make sense of her
words, but nothing clicked.

Now it was Uraraka’s turn to look bewildered. “You and Deku… after he gave you and
Kirishima a ride home, you stayed in the car to talk with him. You ran out afterward, but
Izuku said you’d come to some sort of understanding… Katsuki?” She trailed off, her eyes
narrowing as she studied the blank look on his face.

The confusion deepened on Katsuki’s features. He tried to recall the events she described, but
everything felt hazy, like it had happened to someone else. It all seemed out of reach, slipping
through his fingers.

“Katsuki…” Uraraka said softly, concern creeping into her voice. “Are you… are you sure
you’re okay?”

The tension in the room was palpable and before Katsuki could reply to her, Kirishima’s
voice cut through it. “Hey,” he said from the doorway, holding up his phone. “I’m out of
some ingredients, so I’m gonna run to the store real quick.” He paused, sensing the awkward
atmosphere but choosing to ignore it. “I’ll be back soon.”

Uraraka stood up abruptly. “I’ll go with you,” she said, her sudden cheerfulness catching both
men off guard.

“You don’t have to,” Kirishima began, but Uraraka waved him off.
“I want to,” she said with a smile, turning to Katsuki. “I’m gonna help Kirishima make
something special for you. A soup that’ll make you feel better!”

Katsuki scowled. “I’m not sick!” he snapped, but he quickly realized she was trying to ease
the tension. Her bright expression softened his frustration, and he reluctantly muttered, “Fine.
Whatever.”

Kirishima looked between the two, relieved the tension seemed to have broken. “Alright,” he
said, smiling at Katsuki. “We’ll be back in a bit. Don’t get into trouble while we’re gone.”

Uraraka grinned, adding, “And stay on the couch! No more scaring us, okay?”

As the door closed behind them, Katsuki sat alone in the quiet living room, the echoes of the
conversation still rattling in his mind. He leaned back, staring at the door they’d exited
through, and let out a heavy sigh. He hated feeling like this, like everything was spiraling out
of control and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

The room was quiet after Kirishima and Uraraka left, save for whatever was simmering on
the stove.

Katsuki’s thumb hovered over the screen of his phone, staring at the 911 call he hadn’t
completed. He didn’t remember why he’d even thought to make the call along with what
Uraraka had been talking about. The lingering sense of unease gnawed at him. Something
about it all felt... wrong.

A knock at the door broke the silence. Katsuki frowned, standing and heading toward it. For
a moment, he thought Kirishima might have forgotten his keys, but when he opened the door,
it wasn’t his boyfriend or Uraraka.

It was Izuku.

“Hey, Katsuki!” Izuku’s cheerful tone and wide smile sent a chill down Katsuki’s spine.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Katsuki growled, his grip tightening on the door.

Izuku’s grin didn’t waver as he stepped inside, ignoring Katsuki’s annoyed glare. “I wanted
to check on you and make sure you were fine,” he said casually. “Since…well, last time we
saw each other, things didn’t end so great. You ran away in such a hurry, after all.”

“What are you talking about?” Katsuki snapped, crossing his arms. Uraraka had said the
same thing...'“Ran away’?” He scoffed, clearly amused that the other would think he’d do
such a thing, “As if I’d run away from a loser like—”

Katsuki froze as Izuku’s expression shifted, from confusion to a flicker of realization crossing
his face.

“Oh,” Izuku muttered, more to himself than Katsuki. “I forgot to restore your memory.” His
eyes went to Katsuki, “You don’t remember a single thing after dinner, huh?”
Katsuki took a step back, his confusion turning to unease. “Restore my…what the hell are
you talking about?!”

Izuku gave him an apologetic grin, “Sorry about that, I bet all of this is really confusing for
you right now…I’ll fix that, don’t worry.” The smile hadn’t left his lips as he raised his hand
and snapped his fingers.

The sound echoed unnaturally, reverberating through the room and Katsuki’s head. Pain
lanced through his skull and he let out a sharp gasp. He doubled over, clutching his head as a
flood of memories surged forward. Memories of Izuku’s cold smile. His unbreakable hold on
Katsuki’s jaw. The threats to both Kirishima and Uraraka’s lives along with the many other
people Katsuki care for. How he had wanted to call the police…It all came rushing back to
him, leaving the man nauseated.

Katsuki sent a sharp glare at Izuku as the other man crouched down to his level. The way he
looked so smug made Katsuki want to lunge out and attack him, but he was unable to find the
strength to do so.

“Do you remember now?” Izuku asked, his voice calm and almost amused.

Izuku stood up as Katsuki staggered upright. His breath came in shallow gasps. “What...
What the hell did you do to me?” It had been completely surreal. How had he forgotten such
important memories?

Izuku’s grin widened. It was clear he enjoyed the confusion he was inflicting onto Katsuki,
“I’ll explain but first…,” he said, gesturing to the couch. “Sit with me.”

Katsuki hesitated, his instincts screaming at him to throw Izuku out of his apartment. But the
sharp ache in his head and the weight of those resurfaced memories kept him rooted. He
wasn’t sure what the crazy bastard would do if he tried. With a scowl, he sat on one end of
the couch, clearly wanting to be as far from Izuku as possible.

Izuku, however, closed the gap effortlessly, laying his head on Katsuki’s lap as if it were a
throne. He flashed Katsuki a wink right before he grabbed the remote to the television, so
casually as if he’s done it many times before. Katsuki shoved at him, but Izuku didn’t budge,
his body unnaturally heavy.

“Get off me, fucker,” Katsuki snarled.

Izuku ignored him, flipping through the channels on the TV until he landed on a live
broadcast of a vibrant, bustling family event. The screen was alive with energy, filled with
adults laughing and chatting, children running between food stalls, trying out different
attractions and rides. The atmosphere was bright, joyful, and carefree.

“So let me start this off by saying this,” Izuku said, his eyes fixed on the screen. “Never try to
call the police on me again.”

Katsuki scoffed, his glare burning into Izuku. “What are you scared of? Getting caught?”
Izuku chuckled softly. “No. Even if I did it wouldn’t matter. It’s not my sake I'm warning you
for,” he said, his tone light but laced with menace. “But yours.”

Katsuki frowned, his confusion mounting. “The hell does that mean?”

Izuku didn’t answer. Instead, he snapped his fingers.

The room was suffocating in its silence, broken only by the static hum of the television. Then
came the scream, a bloodcurdling, gut-wrenching wail that tore through the stillness. The
camera jolted, swinging wildly to reveal a child sprawled lifelessly on the ground, their pallid
face illuminated by the neon lights of a carnival. Parents hovered over the small body, their
anguished cries drowning the distant carnival music. Vendors and families scattered in chaos,
their horrified shrieks echoing like a symphony of despair.

Katsuki froze. His breath hitched. “What the fuck...” he muttered, his voice trembling. His
wide eyes flickered between the TV and the figure laying on him.

Izuku’s grin stretched wider, unhinged and predatory. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” he whispered, his
tone almost reverent. He didn’t look at the screen, his gaze was locked on Katsuki, drinking
in every flicker of fear that played across the blond’s face.

“This... this can’t be real,” Katsuki stammered, his stomach churning as the scene unfolded,
the cries piercing through Katsuki’s soul.

“Oh, still in denial?” Izuku cooed, tilting his head. His emerald eyes gleamed with something
otherworldly. He snapped his fingers, the sharp sound slicing through the air. Another scream
erupted from the TV, another collapse, another life snuffed out. The cycle repeated, each snap
a death knell.

Katsuki’s chest heaved as his mind spiraled, unable to reconcile the carnage on the screen
with Izuku. “F-Fucking stop it!” he shouted, his voice cracking under the weight of
desperation.

Izuku chuckled softly, the sound unnervingly calm amidst the chaos.

“What the hell are you?!” Katsuki bellowed, his fists clenching as his body trembled with
rage and fear.

Izuku threw his head back and laughed, a bone-chilling sound that made the hair on Katsuki’s
neck stand on end. He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye as his laughter subsided, then
he sat up and leaned forward, their faces mere inches apart.

“If I told you now,” Izuku murmured, his voice dropping to a whisper, “you’d lose what little
sanity you have left.”

The weight of his words pressed down on Katsuki like a vice. Izuku’s eyes gleamed,
predatory and possessive, as though he could see straight through him. He reached out,
gripping Katsuki’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing the blond to meet his gaze.
“But that’s not what matters,” Izuku continued, his tone turning light, almost cheerful. “What
matters are the rules you’re about to follow from now on.” His thumb brushed against
Katsuki’s bottom lip, sending a shiver down his spine.

“I can’t have you running your mouth,” Izuku said softly, his smile darkening. “I don’t care
about the lives I take, but you do... don’t you?”

Katsuki’s throat tightened as the screams from the TV blared louder, an orchestra of torment.
Swallowing his pride, his terror, and the disgust twisting in his gut, he nodded. It was the
only option.

“That’s a good boy,” Izuku purred, releasing his grip. He raised one finger. “Rule one: no
more interfering with me and Ochako. It was entertaining at first, but I can already tell it's
going to become boring if I allow it. Keep it up, and I might just end up killing her.”

Rage flared in Katsuki, but before he could lash out, Izuku had him pinned, his face pressed
into the couch, arms wrenched behind his back. Katsuki struggled, growling in frustration,
but Izuku’s grip was unyielding.

“Rule two,” Izuku whispered, his breath hot against Katsuki’s ear, “when I tell you to do
something, you obey. No questions, no hesitation.” With a sudden pull, Izuku maneuvered
Katsuki onto his lap, straddling him with ease. Katsuki’s face burned with a mix of fury and
humiliation as Izuku’s arms caged him in.

“It’s simple. I tell you to jump, you jump. I tell you to talk, you talk.” His hold on Katsuki
grew tighter, “And if I tell you to leave Kirishima behind and come to me,” Izuku murmured,
his lips brushing against Katsuki’s ear, “you’ll come to me. Or he dies.”

Katsuki’s breath hitched, his anger melting into dread. Izuku leaned back, studying Katsuki’s
face with a maddening calmness. “Rule three: never question what you see. Accept it. Fight
it, and you’ll only make things worse, for everyone.”

Izuku’s smile faltered, his expression hardening into something dangerous. “I mean it,
Katsuki. Cross me, and the deaths you saw tonight will pale in comparison to what I’m
capable of.”

Katsuki’s silence hung heavy in the room. Izuku, satisfied, leaned back and grinned, a serene,
almost childlike expression that sent chills down Katsuki’s spine.

“Follow those rules for now,” Izuku said brightly, “If you do, I think it’ll be a fantastic start to
what you and I will eventually grow into!”

“Why?” Katsuki croaked, his voice barely audible.

Izuku arched his brow. “Why what?”

“Why me! Why are you doing this to me!?”

For a moment, Izuku seemed to ponder the question. Then, with unsettling speed, he flipped
Katsuki onto his back, pinning him effortlessly. His smirk returned, sharp and hungry.
“Why?” he repeated, "That's an easy one!" He leaned in close until their noses almost
touched. His voice dropped to a whisper. “I'm doing this because I want you, Katsuki. Every
king needs his queen. And you... you’ll make a magnificent queen." Katsuki’s eyes widened
at the word.

Queen?

Izuku’s hand caressed Katsuki’s cheek with an unsettling tenderness, his eyes glittering with
unspoken promises. “Besides, you chose this” he whispered. “I gave you the option to just
leave with me, but you refused. From here on out, anything that leads to the deaths of all your
loved ones will be due to your actions.”

The door creaked open suddenly, pulling Katsuki from his spiraling thoughts. He jumped,
heart pounding, as if he’d been caught in the middle of something he couldn’t explain. His
gaze snapped to the doorway, and his breath caught in his throat.

It was Uraraka and Kirishima, returning from the store, the arms laden with plastic grocery
bags. The moment their eyes landed on him, confusion and concern flickered across their
faces.

“Katsuki?” Uraraka’s voice softened, eyes widening as she took in his pale, drawn
expression. “Are you okay? You look—”

Katsuki barely registered the words as his eyes darted past them, toward the TV still blaring
the news report. His stomach twisted, nausea rolling through him. The screen flickered with
more images, children, families, lifeless bodies sprawled across the ground, surrounded by
chaos. The sounds of screaming continued to echo, haunting and relentless.

“What... What?” Kirishima’s voice trembled, his brow furrowing deeply as he took in the
sight of the carnage. He stepped closer, his gaze locking on the screen, his face paling just as
Katsuki’s had.

Uraraka gasped, a hand flying to her mouth as she registered the same horrifying images. Her
eyes darted between Katsuki and the screen, the color draining from her face. “Katsuki…
What is this? These—these deaths...”

Katsuki could feel it then, the cold realization creeping over him. The room felt heavy,
suffocating, and as he shifted his gaze back to the space beside him, his heart thudded with
terror.

Izuku was gone. There was no sign of him, no shadow, no smirk. Just an eerie stillness where
he should have been.

Suddenly, it hit him. The terror, the chaos, the impossible cruelty, it wasn’t just some sick
trick. It was real.

This wasn’t some cruel game.

This was power, dark, absolute, and terrifying.

 Katsuki’s mind spun, the weight of it all crashing down. He clenched his fists, trying to shake
off the paralysis. They were dealing with someone, no, something far beyond what they could
understand.

And Izuku…

Izuku wasn’t human. He was something far worse.

And somehow Katsuki had become his conquest to make his no matter what.

Chapter End Notes

Warning here: From here out, the story will cross some triggering zones. I'll leave
warnings at the beginning of the chapters, but be cautious from here. If you don't like,
don't read. As simple as that.

If you're here for the journey....oh boy, lol/

 Chapter 5
Chapter Notes

Ugh, sorry this one took so long to come out. Still trying to figure out how often I want
to drop chapters. Aiming for weekly, but for now, still unsure.

Hope you enjoy!

See the end of the chapter for more notes

The table outside the cafe where everyone was currently sitting was thick with tension, the
weight of the recent events pressing down on everyone like an unshakable fog. Hangouts like
this were a weekly thing since highschool, the air always light and welcoming.

This was the first time where they all sat, completely speechless.

Denki, Sero, and Mina sat close together, their voices hushed but urgent as they discussed
what had happened. The deaths. The senselessness of it all. The sheer abnormality behind it .

“I was there,” Denki said, his voice uncharacteristically serious. His usual lighthearted energy
had been replaced by something uneasy, something haunted. “With Shinsou and others. I
just... I just remember being evacuated, told that the festival was done for the night.”

Mina frowned, leaning in slightly as if hoping proximity would make his memories clearer.
“Did you see anything? Anyone suspicious?”

Denki shook his head, his fists clenching and eyes narrowing as he tried to piece things
together. “I was too far away to say if someone was stabbed or anything like that,” he
admitted. “But... I passed by one of the bodies. It didn't seem like anything had happened to
it. It was just lying there… eyes wide open.”

Sero stiffened. “Alive?”

Denki hesitated. “It looked like they were,” he said finally, voice dipping into something
barely above a whisper. “But they weren’t.” He grabbed at his arm, a feeble attempt to stop
his quivering, "I've never seen a dead body before but if they looked like that...I hope I never
see one again."

A hushed silence fell over them again. Denki's statement had been similar to what other
witnesses had claimed; the casualties had no injuries, no sign of temper. It had just been as if
they had just collapsed, their life just slipping from them with no explanation.

Mina shuddered, arms wrapping around herself as if trying to ward off the chill creeping up
her spine. “Oh my God,” she murmured. “That sounds like something straight outta a horror
movie...that can't be possible…right?” She searched the table, hoping someone would offer
an explanation, but just like her, everyone was just as perplexed.

Almost everyone.

Kirishima swallowed hard, his usually bright and reassuring presence dimmed by the horror
of it all. He turned his gaze to Katsuki, who had been silent this whole time, staring at
nothing in particular. His face was pale, and there was a tightness around his mouth that made
Kirishima uneasy.

Kirishima reached out, rubbing Katsuki’s back in a small gesture of comfort. “I get it, man,”
he said softly. “This is shaking all of us.”

Katsuki didn’t respond. He didn’t even move. He just sat there, frozen, stomach churning
violently as his mind replayed the horrors he couldn’t erase. Because he knew. He knew why
it had happened. He was the reason it had happened. Indirectly, maybe, but that didn’t make
the weight of it any lighter.

Izuku.

Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut, but it did nothing to block out the images seared into his
brain. The way Izuku had just snuffed them out, as if their life had been nothing more than an
insignificant annoyance. With a snap of his fingers, life had been erased. People who had
done nothing wrong. People who had just wanted to enjoy a night out, to laugh, to live.

All those people and a fucking kid on top of it—

‘You chose this.’ Izuku's cruel words echoed in his mind too loudly.

Katsuki lurched to his feet, the nausea hitting him all at once. His stomach twisted violently,
and before anyone could react, he rushed out of the room, barely making it to the nearest
trash can before throwing up.

Kirishima was the first to follow, his own heart hammering with concern. “Katsuki—”

Katsuki wiped his mouth, breathing ragged, and cut him off before he could say anything
else. “I’m going on a walk.”

Kirishima hesitated. “Want me to come with you?”

Katsuki shook his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, “I need to be alone.”

Kirishima watched him for a long moment, then nodded reluctantly. “Okay,” he said, voice
quiet. “Just... be careful.”

Katsuki didn’t respond. He just turned and walked off, disappearing down the street as
Kirishima stood there, watching after him with an aching sense of helplessness.

When Kirishima returned to the others, they immediately turned to him.

“Is he okay?” Sero asked, frowning.

Kirishima exhaled slowly. “It’s nothing,” he said, though the words felt heavy on his tongue.
“This whole thing just has him shaken.”

Denki and Sero exchanged glances, uneasy.

“It’s weird seeing Bakugou so worked up over something like this, I mean…it's weird what
happened, but the way he's acting, you think he'd had a hand at it or something.” Denki
admitted. He suddenly covered his mouth, a worried expression on his face as he followed he
statement with, “You don't think he did this....right?”

It was silent for a few moments until Sero crossed his arms and lifted a brow.

"You're an idiot sometimes, you know..." Denki lifted his arms in mock defense against Sero's
jab. Though he looked annoyed by the inappropriate suggestion, Kirishima could still admire
his effort to keep things lighthearted.

Still…

Why was Katsuki so worked up? Had he known one of the casualties? Or was he just
overwhelmed by the sheer strangeness of it all? Kirishima sat there, turning over the
possibilities, trying to pinpoint the reason behind his boyfriend’s sudden shift in mood.

As Denki and Sero bickered over the cause of the mysterious deaths, Mina remained silent.
Her gaze never left Kirishima, filled with worry and… longing.

It was a look that went unnoticed by everyone at the table.

Still… someone had seen it.

Someone miles away.

“Deku!”

Izuku blinked, snapping out of his thoughts as Uraraka’s voice finally registered. She was
pouting at him, leaning over their shared booth with a forkful of strawberry cake held out for
him to taste.

“You spaced out again,” she huffed, nudging the fork toward him.

“Oh, sorry,” he murmured before leaning in to take a bite. The moment the sweetness hit his
tongue, he let out a soft groan of satisfaction. Uraraka beamed at his reaction, pulling back
with a delighted smile.

"I'm happy you liked it!" she chirped, stabbing her fork into a ripe strawberry nestled in the
thick frosting. She lifted it, gazing at it in appreciation. “I’m so glad I brought you here. I was
craving something sweet pretty bad. Strawberry cake is my favorite, and it taste even better
when Katsuki makes them!”
“Oh, Katsuki made this cake?” Izuku asked, his smile widening as Uraraka nodded. She
glanced over her shoulder toward the bakery’s display counter.

"Isn't that right, Sato?" she asked. "Katsuki always makes the cakes?"

Sato, who had been busy assembling macaroons, looked up only briefly before nodding, his
attention still on his work. "Bakugou pretty much handles the cakes, cupcakes, and pies.
Never would've guessed such a tough guy could make something so sweet."

"That's because Katsuki's the sweetest person out there... if you're patient!" Uraraka teased,
sharing a light laugh with Sato.

Izuku returned his gaze to the cake, scooping up a piece and eyeing it with a content smile.

“I think this might end up being my favorite flavor too.”

He wondered if Katsuki would be sweeter once he got a taste of the man. What would be the
sweetest? Maybe the sounds he would make once Izuku claimed his body? Or maybe the
expression on his face as he succumbed to a pleasure that only Izuku would be able to
provide him.

He sighed. Waiting would grow to become torturous.

But the patience would make it worth it all at the end.

Uraraka nodded in agreement, popping a strawberry into her mouth. As she chewed, she eyed
Izuku curiously. “Anyway, Deku… what were you just thinking about?” she asked. Izuku
blinked, giving her a puzzled look. She continued, “I mean, you were staring off for a
while…”

She didn’t want to bring up the deaths from the festival, not wanting to ruin the mood, but
she couldn’t help but wonder if that was what had been on his mind. Katsuki had been
similarly distracted lately, after all. Maybe Izuku was feeling the same way.

“Well, since you're asking…” A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes as a smirk curled on
his lips.

"Tell me something interesting about Mina Ashido."

The question came out of nowhere, and Uraraka, who hadn’t mentioned Mina since meeting
Izuku, answered too easily, almost as if she’d been prepared.

"Katsuki… used to tell me how she had a thing for Kirishima back in high school," Uraraka
replied automatically, her tone softening as a familiar, trance-like expression crossed her face.
"And every once in a while… he’ll mention how even to this day...she's upset that
Kirishima… picked him over her…”

Izuku’s smile only widened as Uraraka continued, effortlessly spilling all sorts of intriguing
details about Mina, the kind of gossip that felt almost like a hidden treasure to him.
Ever since he had given Katsuki his rules, Izuku had been watching him from a distance,
ensuring he followed them. It had only been a couple of days, and Katsuki had been perfectly
obedient, sticking to the terms. But today Izuku couldn’t help but notice the way the pink-
haired woman shot the blond glares, her eyes filled with some form of yearning for
Kirishima.

Izuku found it far too interesting to ignore.

Uraraka’s casual revelation of Mina’s unrequited feelings, influenced by Izuku’s own

curiosity, had only confirmed his suspicions.

“That’s enough, Ochako.” Izuku’s voice cut through the conversation, and, as if on cue,
Uraraka fell silent. Without missing a beat, she shifted the conversation to other events,
completely unaware of what she had just revealed.

Izuku propped his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his hand as he lifted the piece of
cake to his mouth, his thoughts drifting elsewhere.

An idea was forming.

An idea that would make this little game between him and Katsuki far more entertaining.

Katsuki walked with no particular destination in mind. His thoughts churned, unable to shake
the image of Izuku from his head. The way he had threatened him, exuding power, the casual
way he had set his "rules" for Katsuki.

His eyes.

His smile.

His touch.

The way he had called him "Queen."

Katsuki had no idea what the hell that even meant, and he had no intention of finding out.
Izuku made his skin crawl, and worse, he made Katsuki feel powerless. It was infuriating. He
hated not knowing what to do against such a little fucker like Izuku.

Izuku was shorter than him, a little less toned, and yet, Katsuki knew firsthand how strong he
really was. The way he had pinned him down, held him there effortlessly. It wasn’t just some
trick. It wasn’t luck. Izuku had power, real power, like something straight out of a comic
book. And getting his ass kicked wouldn't be enough to stop him.

There had to be something. Some way to make him go away, to put an end to this nightmare.

Because Izuku couldn't be invincible. He couldn't be untouchable.

Could he?
Kirishima sat outside his door with Mina, anxiously checking his phone for any updates from
Katsuki. Although Kirishima insisted she didn't have to, Mina practically forced him to allow
her to stay by his side, saying she wouldn’t leave him alone knowing how upset he was. He
had sent multiple messages asking where he was, but there had been no response.

Mina sighed, watching him. “You’re gonna drive yourself crazy if you keep that up.”

Kirishima exhaled sharply. “I can’t help it,” he admitted, his voice tinged with frustration.
“He’s been acting so weird since this weekend. It’s throwing me off.”

He clenched his phone, staring at the screen. “Katsuki is always so sure, so certain. But now?
He’s the complete opposite. That has to mean something’s wrong, but he won’t tell me what.
It’s just... frustrating.” He knew Katsuki would hate it if he found out Kirishima had been
speaking this way about him, but the guy had been at his breaking point.

Mina placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. “You just need to be patient. He’ll come to
you when he’s ready. And if you ever need to vent, you can always talk to me.” She gave him
a warm smile, “You know that, Eji.”

Kirishima gave her a grateful smile. “Thanks, Mina.”

Their eyes met, and Mina’s touch lingered longer than necessary. She hesitated, wanting to
say something more, but Kirishima’s phone suddenly rang. He jumped, heart leaping,
thinking it was Katsuki.

It wasn’t.

His excitement deflated instantly. He sighed, muttering, “I’ll just wait inside.”

He turned to Mina. “Wanna come in?”

She shook her head, the fleeting confidence she had brewing had vanished instantly, “Nah, I
gotta head home.”

Kirishima nodded. “Alright. Thanks again, Mina.”

He stepped inside, and as Mina walked off, only after shooting a glance at the front door, a
shadow behind her wavered slightly, almost unnaturally.

Kirishima entered the house, fingers typing on his phone screen until he looked up and froze.

Katsuki was already inside, sitting alone in the dark.

Relief flooded Kirishima for a split second before his eyes landed on the TV screen. A news
report was airing, displaying the faces of each victim who had died. The screen shifted to
different family members, each being interviewed as they shared heartwarming moments,
tears streaming down their faces.
It hit even harder when the camera focused on two young parents, holding a picture frame of
their child, a young girl. Her face filled with a wide, innocent smile.

Kirishima swallowed hard and turned on the light, walking silently to Katsuki’s side. He
placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling the faint tremors running through him. When Katsuki
didn’t respond, Kirishima pulled back slightly, shifting to get a better look at his face. He was
taken aback by the sight before him.

Katsuki was crying. Silent, tear-streaked, shoulders shaking as the grief overwhelmed him.

Without a second thought, Kirishima pulled Katsuki into a tight hug, holding him close. That
simple action was all it took for Katsuki to grip him tightly. The redhead didn’t mind at all.
Instead, he gently rubbed Katsuki's back, offering the support his lover needed more than
anything in that moment.

“It’s okay,” Kirishima murmured, his voice low and soothing. “You haven’t done anything
wrong, Katsuki.”

“Ejirou…”

Kirishima’s eyes widened when he heard his first name. Katsuki only ever used it when he
was serious about something.

He gently pulled away and saw the red, tear-filled eyes looking up at him. Katsuki’s mouth
trembled, as if he wanted to say something but couldn’t find the words.

“Katsuki, what’s wrong?” Kirishima asked softly. He watched as Katsuki's lips moved, about
to speak, before he exhaled a defeated sigh.

Kirishima’s heart ached, but he smiled gently as Katsuki buried his face against his shirt, still
not ready to open up. Understanding, Kirishima continued rubbing his back, offering quiet
comfort. He reassured him that everything would be okay. They stayed together on the couch,
Kirishima switching the channel to something—anything—that wasn’t related to the festival.

Katsuki stayed silent for the rest of the night, the words heavy on his chest but trapped inside.
He desperately wanted to tell Kirishima that he had been wrong.

He wanted to confess that it was his fault. But he wouldn't risk Kirishima’s life.

Everything felt wrong.

Completely, devastatingly wrong.

And he had no idea how to make it right.

Mina walked home, taking the long route to be alone with her thoughts. The night had
already fallen, but she didn’t mind. What weighed on her mind was something she couldn’t
share with her friends.
Her thoughts were consumed by Kirishima. She couldn’t shake the image of the pain on his
face, the way he looked so lost, so torn. And it was all because of Katsuki.

Always Katsuki.

She hated seeing Kirishima like this. She hated that Katsuki was the one causing him pain.
Even after all these years, Mina could see that the hot-headed blond still hadn’t changed. He
was still rude, still brash, and never seemed to consider how his actions affected Kirishima.

It wasn’t fair.

She couldn’t understand what Kirishima saw in him. How could he have fallen in love with
Katsuki, especially when Mina had always been there?

Mina wished she could take Katsuki’s place. She wished she could be the one to make
Kirishima happy.

And make sure he never wore that hurt expression again.

A sigh left her lips as she walked, eyes downcast.

And then—

Before she could react, shadows wrapped around her, yanking her into an alley. A hand
clamped over her mouth, silencing the scream before it could leave her lips.

She was unable to move, lying paralyzed on the cold ground that was littered with trash. She
tried to scream again, but no sound came out. Terror coiled in her stomach as she heard
footsteps approaching. Was this it? Would she be murdered? Worse?

Then, to her shock, she saw someone she hadn't expected standing above her.

What was his name again?

Izuku?

Her mind reeled. That was Ochako’s new boyfriend. Mina had yet to properly meet him, but
she had seen the pictures of him on the other woman's social media.

What was he doing here?

She tried to speak but like her screams, nothing came out.

She watched as Izuku merely smiled and shook his head. “It’s pointless to try screaming.”

Dread pooled in her veins. How had he known she couldn't talk? Was he behind this? And if
so, how?

Struggling against the paralysis, she froze entirely when he spoke again.
 “You harbor unsaid feelings for Kirishima.”

Her breath caught. How—how could he know that?

Izuku crouched, his eerie gaze locking onto her. He titled his head to the side, a blank
expression on his face.

Mina could only stare back at him, wondering what he would do to her. Her heart raced and
she could feel a cold sweat run down the side of her temple.

Suddenly, a strange, icy sensation seeped into her skull, something unnatural and invasive.
Something strange was happening inside her head.

So many horrific, violent thoughts bombarded her mind. Twisted, guttural cries of fear and
pain. Visions of torment that could only belong in the darkest corners of Hell…

Her head drooped against the cold pavement, her body twitching unnaturally. Her eyes rolled
back, and drool seeped from her mouth. Izuku’s fingers—somehow—had phased into her
mind, probing through every thought, every memory, humming as he sifted through the
chaotic swirl of emotions within her.

It was just as Uraraka had described earlier that day. Her long-held love for Kirishima, dating
back to middle school. Her jealousy of Katsuki. Her secret hope that one day, Kirishima
would leave Katsuki, that he might choose her instead.

Izuku’s frown deepened, his fingers pausing.

It seemed some of her many fantasies he had ventured into took a darker turn.

A turn that ended with Katsuki’s death.

Oh, Izuku wouldn’t tolerate this. The thought of such violence aimed at his beloved…

He had planned to have some fun, but now, he would have to teach her a lesson too.

Izuku withdrew his hand, gently cradling her head as he lifted her stiff body with ease. If she
had any awareness, she would have seen the pitch-black sclera in his eyes, the darkness
overtaking the former white.

A cruel smile curled on his lips as her eyes slowly focused on him.

“Would you like me to help your true self come out of your shell?” he asked, his voice eerily
calm.

Mina tried to scream as an incomprehensible pain overtook, but no sound escaped her lips.

Chapter End Notes

Oh fuck
 Chapter 6
Chapter Notes

Hi! This chapter was originally MUCH longer so I had to cut it. Thankfully I'll have the
next part out quicker than this one.

Hope you all enjoy this ❤️

See the end of the chapter for more notes

Work was always slow on weekday afternoons. Adults were working, kids were in school. It
was the perfect time to prep desserts for anyone who just wanted to walk in and pick
something up quickly.

At least, that’s what Katsuki would be doing if he weren’t so preoccupied with checking his
messages.

Katsuki sat hunched over his phone, his fingers hovering over the screen as he scrolled
absentmindedly, his face etched with a solemn expression. He was scrolling through
messages from Uraraka that had been coming in for days—messages asking if he was free to
hang out, if he was doing alright, if everything was okay with him. None of which he had
replied to. His mind kept drifting, though, lost in a sea of thoughts. He had been purposely
avoiding Uraraka, and though it left him feeling guilty, he couldn't risk running into Izuku.

For the first time in his life, Katsuki felt completely at a loss. He didn’t know how to handle
Izuku. The guy had already proven that he had powers that Katsuki was powerless to stop,
and the news was a constant reminder of what will happen if he tried.

But being the stubborn man he was, Katsuki couldn’t just give up, especially against
someone as irritating as Izuku.

Everyone had a weakness. Even Izuku.

He just had to figure out what it was before someone else got hurt. Or worse… before
someone was killed.

Suddenly, the jingle of the doorbell cut through his thoughts, pulling him back into the
present. Katsuki looked up from his phone, blinking as Jirou stepped into the shop. It had
been a while since he had last seen her. While Momo had always been busy with her work
and had little time to see everyone, Jirou had been the opposite—always around to keep
Denki in check or be the other sane person when Katsuki wasn’t around. But as each month
passed, it had become a rarity to see either woman nowadays. No one gave them any grief,
especially after seeing how excited the normally reserved woman had been as she prepared
for the arrival of her and Momo’s baby.

Judging by the look on her face today, however, it didn’t seem like that excitement was
around anymore.

"Hey," Jirou greeted, her voice sluggish. Katsuki watched as she trudged toward the display
case, her dark eyes scanning the assortment of cakes.

Katsuki noticed right away that she was exhausted. She was dressed in a black t-shirt and
grey sweatpants, her posture slumped as if each step took a heavy toll on her. Jirou usually
had a calm, collected energy, but today, she was drained, her voice lethargic.

"What's with you?" Katsuki asked, eyeing her with curiosity.

Jirou sighed, running a hand through her disheveled hair. "Lack of sleep... Momo’s got me on
this crazy routine, preparing in case her water breaks." She paused, shaking her head. "She’s
got me practicing all sorts of drills so we won’t panic when it happens. But other than that,
I’m fine," she added with an appreciative grin.

She then dismissed his concern with a wave of her hand. "Anyway, I didn’t mean to come in
here and bore you with that…" Her attention returned to the cakes lined up. "You think you
can whip something up for me?" She glanced up at him. "Preferably for this weekend? I
know it’s a bit last minute, and you probably already have orders lined up…"

“I can make this one exception.” He already had a notepad and pen in hand. He ignored her
smile and asked, “Any reason why you don’t just pick out one of the pre-made cakes?”

“Uh, yeah, actually…” Jirou straightened up and pulled a plain, white envelope from her
pocket. Once she handed it to Katsuki, he gazed at it with confusion until she continued. “I
was hoping you’d make us a gender reveal cake.”

Katsuki raised an eyebrow in surprise. He had been expecting something extravagant, given
Momo’s taste. Of all the confections he had made, this would be the first gender reveal cake.

“Momo and I agreed on asking you to make it…” Jirou scratched her chin sheepishly as a shy
blush appeared on her cheeks. “We thought it’d be more special, y’know? It’s just going to be
a close friends and family thing anyway…”

“Well, who else would you ask?” Katsuki scoffed. Anything he made was bound to be the
best of the best. Sato was just barely above him, but as if he'd ever admit that to anyone.

Already used to his personality, Jirou merely smiled at him once again.

“That reminds me…” She reached into her pocket again, this time pulling out an envelope
with intricate designs and fancy handwriting. “This is the invite for the baby shower…” She
laughed as Katsuki looked at the envelope in disbelief. “Yeah, that was Momo’s idea. She
made them herself. I suggested just texting everyone, but, well, y’know how Momo is.” As
she said this, a dreamy smile fell on her lips. It was clear that she loved the woman very
much, and it left Katsuki wondering if he made the same dopey expression whenever he
spoke about Kirishima.

Fuck, he hoped not.

Katsuki glanced at the envelope but didn’t open it. "Kirishima and I will be there," he
confirmed. He had already figured they would, but this was just a reminder that they had to
get a gift the next chance they got.

“Can’t wait to see you there…” Jirou smiled, but then her tone shifted. Her eyes went
downcast, not looking at anything in particular, a hint of unease flickering in her gaze.

"Have you... heard from Mina lately?" she suddenly asked, her words almost hesitant, as if
unsure how to phrase it.

Katsuki’s chest tightened. The mention of Mina stirred irritation in him that he thought he
had long since outgrown.

"No, she and I aren't close enough for me to keep tabs on her." He replied, doing his best to
keep his voice steady.

He had known Mina since high school. When they first met, she had been one of the few
people unafraid to approach him casually, no doubt feeling brave enough because of a certain
redhead. They were amicable, acquaintances at most. However, after he made it official with
Kirishima, whatever “friendship” they had disappeared overnight. She had become more
distant, ignoring Katsuki outright, even if he were in the same room as her. A part of Katsuki
couldn’t blame her. She had known Kirishima longer, and he was sure that, for her, feelings
that had been brewing since middle school had no choice but to cease once she realized they
would never be reciprocated. Years later, not much had changed. She’d greet him with a fake
smile and say goodbye with the same smile, never going as far as to talk to him or delve into
any serious conversation like she did with anyone else. Katsuki didn’t care. It was clear she
still felt something towards him, and because of that, Katsuki was in no rush to entertain the
idea of them being friends—something Kirishima desperately wanted, bless his oblivious
heart.

Jirou's lips tightened, a frown creasing her forehead. "Damn, I’m worried about her. She’s
been acting... strange. Really strange."

Katsuki scoffed, though his curiosity got the better of him at the look in Jirou’s eyes. "What’s
wrong?" Mina had always been a bit out there, after all, so it couldn't have been that weird.
He wanted to believe it, but he was starting to get a bad feeling.

"She's been acting so....different lately," Jirou muttered, glancing around as if to make sure no
one else had entered the bakery. She flicked her hand around, trying to find a better word.
"Obscene? I don’t know... She’s just been acting fucking weird. It’s like she woke up one
morning, decided that being a total raging bitch is something people strive to be, and since
then, she’s just been so gross especially when it comes to….” She quickly glanced at Katsuki
earning a confused look. Instead Jirou shook her head, “Nevermind…”
Katsuki's grip tightened on the counter as he listened to Jirou ramble. Mina had always been
a bit out there. She was the kind of person who didn’t care for boundaries. But this was
different. Jirou was scared. Mina was one of her closest friends, so it was clear that
something had to be off enough to leave her feeling so on edge.

It was silent for a moment until Jirou exhaled, her shoulders slumping as if the weight of her
words had drained the last of her energy. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to hold you up. I just thought
you should know. If you hear anything or... talk to her or even see her, just—"

"I’ll keep an eye out," Katsuki interrupted. He didn’t care much for Mina, but he knew Jirou
did, and he knew Kirishima did as well. For their sake, he’d share any updates he got, if he
got any.

She gave a tired nod and turned to leave, mumbling her thanks before disappearing through
the door. Katsuki stood in silence for a moment, watching her go. Then he glanced at the
envelope with the gender reveal. He didn’t want to think about Mina or the unease gnawing
at him. He needed to focus on the cake instead. It would help take his mind off Mina and
Uraraka for the next couple of hours, and he was happy for the short respite. Placing the
envelope on the counter behind him and washing his hands, his movements became
mechanical as he began to prepare the batter Jirou had requested. Once the batter was ready,
he opened the letter with the gender inside, a smirk creeping onto his face as he read the
gender labeled inside.

As Katsuki set to work on the cake, secretly excited by it, he wondered how two people as
different as Momo and Jirou could create such a life together. It seemed so easy for them.
After graduating college, Momo knew she wanted a family, and Jirou had embraced it. In
such swiftness, they were moving forward. He envied their certainty. He envied their
simplicity.

For Katsuki, commitment felt like a constant weight on his chest—something he couldn’t
shake, no matter how hard he tried. It had been thrown at him numerous times by his parents
and his friends. Thankfully, Kirishima had been understanding, patiently waiting for him to
initiate that. It was one of the many things he loved about the other man. It made their
relationship so simple. So peaceful...

Until Izuku forced himself into his life.

“Every king needs his queen. And you... you’ll make a magnificent queen.”

Katsuki’s movements came to a halt as the words rang in his mind.

“I don’t care about the lives I take, but you do... don’t you?”

His gaze was downcast.

“I mean it, Katsuki. Cross me, and the deaths you saw tonight will pale in comparison to
what I’m capable of.”
Why did that maniac suddenly pop into his head? It had been days since he had last seen
Izuku. Though it was wishful thinking, he wanted to enjoy the peace of not having him
around.

Even though he was certain that peace was only temporary.

Katsuki finished the cake and packed up his things, ready to leave the bakery. After wishing
Sato a good night, Katsuki glanced down at the invitation Jirou had handed him earlier. As he
ripped it open, chuckling at the thought of Momo getting annoyed by his actions, he read the
contents of the invitation which included the date and location. He recognized her
handwriting instantly, and his face softened at the words. It was clear she had put a large
amount of care into making the invitations—enough that it left Katsuki feeling slightly guilty
for the way he had opened it.

He’d make it up to her. He would buy her the best baby shower gift, one that would be
superior to what everyone else would bring—

"Kacchan~"

A sudden pressure over his eyes made him come to an immediate halt. A soft, sing-song
voice filled his ears.

He knew that voice all too well. Katsuki spun around, heart pounding, and saw Izuku
grinning at him, his eyes sparkling with that maddening cheerfulness as he held his hands up,
mouthing ‘Surprise.”

A sheepish smile fell on his lips as he saw Katsuki’s reaction and his hands lowered. "Ah,
sorry. I guess I came too late," he said, looking genuinely disappointed. "I was hoping to try a
new cake that Kacchan made."

Katsuki’s hackles immediately rose. "What did you just call me?" His tone was sharp and
threatening, laced with a mix of irritation and confusion.

Izuku just tilted his head, seemingly unfazed. "Kacchan? Ochako calls me ‘Deku’. She finds
it to be endearing. I thought it’d be nice if I had a nickname for you." He smiled at Katsuki
again, “So I've decided on ‘Kacchan’. It fits you. Something sweet for my future queen.”

Katsuki could feel his anger bubbling up. "You don't get to call me shit, you—" He stopped
himself, the words on the tip of his tongue, but instead, he clenched his fists. People around
them started to gaze their direction at the two, drawn in by Katsuki’s loud voice. Last thing
he needed was to rile Izuku up and get more randoms swept up into his insanity. For now, the
best move was to just shut his mouth.

As if he had read his mind Izuku smirked. He put his arms behind his back and gazed at
Katsuki, “What's with that face, Kacchan? Aren't you happy to see me? I'm here for a good
reason, nothing bad. I mean…” He stepped forward until he was close enough to grip
Katsuki's chin with a gentle hold. The blond glared at him, but it didn't stir Izuku, “You’ve
been so good lately, that I figured you deserve a reward."
The casual tone, the way Izuku was speaking to him as if he were some child, Katsuki
couldn’t take it. As much as he had wanted to throw a punch, he knew it would be suicide.
Still, he'd be damned if he just stood there and took it.

"I don't give a fuck about a reward, okay?" he snarled. "Just leave me the hell alone. You've
been doing a great job at that."

But Izuku didn’t budge. His eyes flickered briefly with something darker before he spoke
again, this time with a dangerous calmness. "Don’t be rude. Just hear me out—"

Katsuki didn't stay to listen. The asshole had already made it impossible for him to be around
Uraraka without constantly having to fear for her life on the off chance he made a mistake.
As far as Katsuki was concerned, the further away he was from Izuku, the safer Uraraka was
for the time being until he had some plan that could get rid of Izuku permanently.

Just as he had already turned his back to Izuku, he felt sudddn tug at his wrist. Izuku had
grabbed him roughly and pulled him back towards him. His smile had been replaced with a
displeased scowl. In an instant, Katsuki found himself locked in a stare with Izuku, the shift
in Izuku’s demeanor sending a wave of cold dread down his spine. Izuku’s eyes were sharp
now, piercing Katsuki’s very core.

"Didn’t I tell you to hear me out?"

Katsuki froze. His body went tense and he suddenly started to…shake?

This bastard actually had him shaking in fear.

He wanted it to stop, but the sudden shift in Izuku's tone triggered something deep within
Katsuki. He recognized it all too well—the subtle change, the dark edge creeping into his
voice. It reminded him of that night, when Izuku had threatened Uraraka and Kirishima. For a
moment, his instincts screamed at him to fight, to run, to do anything to escape the
overwhelming dread that clamped down on him. But his body refused to move.

“F-Fuck..." Katsuki gritted his teeth as Izuku’s grip tightened painfully around his wrist. The
sharp jolt of pain shot through him, making his body tense. Was that his bone he heard
creaking? His breath hitched, the pressure of Izuku’s hold making it harder to focus.

Once the pained hiss escaped his lips, Katsuki hadn’t noticed the shift in Izuku’s expression.
The coldness in his eyes melted away, replaced by something almost… apologetic. In an
instant, he released his grip on Katsuki’s wrist. Katsuki, still reeling from the pain, rubbed his
wrist, trying to soothe the lingering ache. He glanced at Izuku, confusion flickering across his
face as he tried to make sense of the sudden change.

"Sorry," Izuku muttered, his voice quiet and strained. He flexed his hand, looking visibly
uncomfortable, as if the realization of having caused pain to Katsuki unsettled him. His gaze
flickered briefly to the wrist he had just held, then back to Katsuki. "I’m still not used to my
strength in this form."
Katsuki’s mind raced, but before he could fully process Izuku’s words, he felt the warmth of
Izuku’s hand gently return to his wrist. Izuku had moved closer, subtly positioning himself
between Katsuki and the crowd, as if to shield him from the watchful eyes of passersby. Just
as Katsuki felt the urge to shove him away, a soft, green glow began to emanate from Izuku’s
palm. Katsuki’s pain started to fade almost immediately. He watched, mesmerized, as the
light seeped into his skin, the discomfort from his wrist gradually fading into nothingness.

When Izuku finally pulled his hand away, Katsuki glanced down at his wrist, still processing
what had just happened. The pain was gone, completely. He flexed his hand, testing it. No
lingering ache. It was like the injury had never existed at all.

Katsuki stared at Izuku, a mixture of awe and frustration stirring within him. The guy seemed
to have an endless array of abilities, each more baffling than the last.

Izuku’s voice cut through Katsuki’s thoughts, pulling him back to reality. "I apologize for
that, Kacchan." He turned to see the seriousness etched on Izuku’s face, a rare intensity in his
gaze. "I never meant to harm you. It’s never my intention to bring you any sort of pain.
Consider that the only time it will ever happen."

Katsuki opened his mouth, ready to scoff and call it all bullshit, but the sincerity in Izuku’s
eyes made him hesitate. There was no hint of mockery or manipulation. Izuku seemed
genuinely remorseful.

"Yeah, sure." Katsuki rolled his eyes, the irritation still bubbling beneath his skin, but he
couldn’t quite bring himself to argue. "Whatever."

Izuku’s smile returned the moment Katsuki uttered the words, and he took a step back, his
gaze settling on him with that same unsettling calm. "To show my appreciation for you
gracefully accepting my apology, I’ve decided to offer you another reward."

Katsuki raised a brow, confusion flickering across his face. "And what’s that?"

Izuku extended his hand toward him, an offer that only added to the growing tension.

"Come with me."

Katsuki’s irritation flared hotter. All he wanted was to go home, to wait for Kirishima, and to
forget about this whole mess. But a nagging feeling gnawed at him, warning that if he didn’t
go with Izuku now, things would only escalate. It would make everything worse.

Izuku’s gaze softened, but the underlying look, that annoying look that meant he knew more
than he was letting on remained, "It’ll be worth it, Kacchan," he said quietly, his voice gentle
but carrying an undeniable weight. "Trust me."

Katsuki gritted his teeth, fighting the surge of unease in his chest. "Fine," he snapped, his
voice rough with barely contained frustration. "But you better not be fucking with me."

As Katsuki reluctantly followed him down the street toward his car, a sinking feeling took
root in his stomach. He couldn’t shake the feeling that he was walking right into something
he’d regret.

Katsuki clenched his jaw, the urge to lash out at Izuku growing with every word that spilled
from his mouth. His patience was running thin, and the irritation boiling in his veins was
almost unbearable.

Izuku continued as though oblivious to Katsuki's simmering anger. “So many interesting
meals. It's like that restaurant we went to. Even then, I wasn’t sure what I’d get, but here, it’s
so much more difficult. So many options to eat, and even more drinks to choose from. Maybe
I’ll just order one of everything and figure out what I like the most. Or perhaps I can go back
and ask the cooks what they recommend…”

The waitress, standing awkwardly nearby, looked more than a little exasperated. She was
doing her best to hide her frustration, but it was clear she was ready for this bizarre scene to
end. Even the other patrons at nearby tables had started turning their attention toward them,
clearly curious about the strange mutterings coming from their table.

Katsuki couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ugh!” Katsuki growled, frustration boiling over. With swift hands, he snatched the menu
from Izuku’s grasp, his irritation clear in every movement.

“Can you just surprise us? We don't care.” he demanded, thrusting both menus at the
waitress. To his relief, she didn’t seem to mind the abrupt change, giving him a thankful nod
and promising to be back with their order soon.

Izuku’s grin only widened, his eyes glinting with that unnervingly knowing look. “That’s
exactly what I’d expect from my queen!” he said, his voice full of that twisted adoration.
“Someone who can take initiative. Someone who can speak for me when I can’t. You’re
perfect, Kaachan. There’s so much about you that I can’t wait to learn. It's so exciting!”

Katsuki’s frown deepened as he focused his attention back on Izuku. Izuku’s words were too
much. It was full of that unnerving affection that was artificial. Izuku didn't know Katsuki,
yet the way he spoke of him was as if he had been head over heels for him his entire life.He
forced himself to ignore it ebbing discomfort, opting to cross his arms and scowl. Still, try as
he might on wanting to remain in control of his emotions, his mind raced with the unsettling
reality of just who he was sitting across from.

“Just get on with what you want from me.” He demanded. The sooner Izuku did, the faster
Katsuki could get away before the food was brought to them. The last thing he needed was
for the psycho to think they were on anything remotely similar as a date.

“You don’t like wasting time, I like that." Izuku’s grin stretched wider, a playful gleam
dancing in his eyes as he studied Katsuki. He raised his hand, holding up two fingers, clearly
enjoying the shift in Katsuki’s demeanor when red eyes laid on the digits.

"For being so good these last few days, and me making up for hurting you, I’ve decided to
give you two answers to any questions you may have for me." Izuku’s grin widened further,
clearly relishing the moment as Katsuki froze at the offer.

Two questions. Two answers. It seemed simple enough and almost too good to be true, but
with someone like Izuku, the implications were far more complicated. Still, this may end up
being his only opportunity to get some sort of understanding about the twisted mess he was
now in. Maybe even help him come up with some sort of idea to put an end to it.

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed as he carefully chose his next set of words. "I can ask you...
anything?" he asked.

“Anything!” Izuku chirped, a look of genuine sympathy crossing his face. "I can't imagine
how frustrating it must be for you to know all that's happening and all you can do is stand
there, powerless..." His face then shifted into a smug expression as he saw the pain flicker in
Katsuki's eyes. His chin rested on the palm of his hand. It was clear he was enjoying the
discomfort he was causing for Katsuki.

"Especially knowing all the blame falls on your shoulders. Giving you some clarity is the
least I can do for you."

Katsuki's glare deepened, the rage simmering just beneath the surface. What he wouldn’t give
to wipe that smug smile off Izuku’s face and put him in his place.

But he held back, forcing himself to breathe through the anger and clenching his fists against
his thighs. Getting mad at Izuku would only escalate things, and right now, his goal was to
get through this, to get answers and then get away from him.

He already had one question that's been on his mind anyway.

Katsuki glanced up, ready to speak but halted just as he heard Izuku sigh in contentment. A
smile full of adoration, that same unsettling grin that had been present the first time Katsuki
had met him now laid on the man's lips. It was a smile that would have left someone feeling
flattered, but it only managed to make Katsuki feel the exact opposite. It had been a reminder
for him of the twisted obsession festering beneath Izuku's surface.

"You truly are remarkable, Kacchan…I know one should never want to see their other suffer,
but you…” Izuku chuckled softly, the sound sending a shiver down Katsuki’s spine.

“You carry it so beautifully.”

Katsuki had to force himself not to react to how utterly deranged that sounded. The madness
in Izuku’s words hung in the air like a suffocating cloud, but Katsuki couldn’t let it consume
him. Instead, he seized the chance to shift the subject away from him and over to a question
that had been weighing on his mind since their double date.

“Do you plan on hurting…Uraraka?” He’d missed her terribly, and the guilt gnawed at him.
He needed to know she was safe, even if asking that question meant acknowledging the
madness in front of him. Until he got Izuku away from her, Katsuki’s priority was her well-
being, and he wouldn’t let Izuku’s twisted game stand in the way of that.
Izuku appeared momentarily stunned, but then a warm smile crept onto his lips.

“How sweet. The care you have for her is astounding. I would’ve answered any question you
had about me, but instead, you choose to make sure she’s—”

“Just answer the damn question,” Katsuki growled, cutting him off sharply.

“Of course.” Izuku didn’t seem at all bothered by the interruption. “To put it simply, I have
no intentions of harming Ochako. There's no gain for me by doing so. She provides me with
all sorts of information about you, things I’d prefer to hear from you directly, but she’s the
next best option. As long as you continue to follow my rules, she will remain safe.”

The way Izuku answered reminded Katsuki too much of when he’d promised not to hurt him
nearly an hour ago. Though the doubt still lingered, Katsuki had managed to find some truth
in his words. If Izuku had wanted Uraraka dead, he could’ve done it by now. The thought
sent a cold chill down his spine, knowing the monster was near her, but at least she had
proven useful enough to remain untouched.

Unlike the countless others who had unknowingly fallen victim to his wrath.

Izuku’s voice returned, smooth, as he praised Katsuki for his selflessness. “Such a sweet
queen you’ll be. Showing such compassion for those…”

Katsuki’s eyes locked onto Izuku, his stomach twisting. “You’ll make that up for me in my
stead when I’m unable to provide it, once the time comes.” The words were ominous, like a
cruel promise.

“Now, what is your next question?”

This one was even easier than the previous one.

"Why do you call me ‘queen’?" Queen. Queen. Queen. It had burrowed into his mind,
unshakable. Izuku seemed so fixated on this title. Was he part of some kind of twisted
monarchy? If he was, why would he want Katsuki? He was a nobody, just another person in a
world trying to get on with their life. What had made him so special in Izuku’s eyes for him
to constantly call him this? Delusional as Izuku seemed, there had to be a reason behind it.

"Ah, I've been expecting that one," Izuku murmured, his eyelids lowering as a knowing
gleam flickered in his eyes. "Unable to shake the fact that you’re meant to be my queen?"

Katsuki didn’t flinch under Izuku’s predatory gaze. His frown deepened, unwavering as he
silently waited for the answer. The weight of Izuku’s words hung in the air, but Katsuki
wasn’t about to show weakness. He wanted the truth, and he wasn’t going to back down.

"I call you that because it is your destiny, Katsuki. You were born to be my queen," he
murmured, his voice laced with fervor. He leaned in even closer, his palms pressing against
his chin as he grinned, eyes burning with obsession. "From the very moment you entered this
world, your fate had already been decided that you'll stand by my side. You were made to be
everything I ever needed in a partner; unwavering loyalty, complete obedience, providing me
with indescribable pleasure and so much more...Every part of you, from the way you carry
yourself to how you won’t let anyone speak down to you, to the way you put others before
yourself. It's exactly what I wanted in a partner. It all screams that you were crafted for me.
And I'm going to sound repetitive for saying this, but only because I really want you to
understand—you're more than beautiful. You’re beyond stunning. A gem crafted for me to
preserve and keep pristine for years to come. No one in this world can handle what you are,
Katsuki. You were made for a king... you were made for me. And to honor the privilege of
being the one meant for you, to return the everlasting joy and pleasure you will bring into my
life for eternity, I will treat you as you deserve, like the divine, untouchable creation you are,
made for a god like me. By the time you willingly lay in my arms like you are meant to
be...you'll already have gone mad from the devotion I'll provide you with."

Katsuki’s hands trembled with the urge to strike, his chest tight with revulsion at the words
that had spilled from Izuku's lips.

"From the very moment you entered this world, your fate had already been decided that you'll
stand by my side."

Izuku's voice was too soft, too intimate, as if each word was a touch. The realization hit him
like a shockwave: Izuku wasn’t just obsessed with him, he was enthralled, convinced that
their connection was something far beyond normal. Something predestined, even.

“You were made to be everything I ever needed in a partner; unwavering loyalty, complete
obedience…”

Katsuki’s throat tightened as if the words were squeezing the life out of him. Loyalty?
Obedience? That wasn’t him. It couldn’t be. He wasn’t some puppet to bend to anyone’s will,
let alone Izuku’s. His blood boiled at the thought of being reduced to nothing more than a
servant to Izuku’s disturbing fantasies.

"I... I wasn't born to be yours." His voice wavered, the edges of his defiance crumbling under
the weight of the fear that was clawing at him from the inside. He wished he could say more.
Every ounce of his pride screamed for him to tell Izuku he was fucking crazy. It wasn’t just
Izuku's words; it was the way he said them, the calm certainty in his tone that made it seem
like he was the only one who truly understood what was going on. The very thought of being
destined for something so grotesque, so suffocating, made Katsuki’s blood run cold.

"You were," Izuku answered firmly, his voice leaving no room for debate. "I had hoped you'd
be excited once you laid your eyes on me the first time we met, but I suppose nothing can
ever be that simple." He scratched his chin, a sheepish grin tugging at his lips. "It’ll take
longer than I anticipated, but I’ll have you fully devoted to me before you know it." Izuku’s
words dripped with a quiet cruelty, slipping from his lips so casually, as though the idea of
Katsuki becoming utterly dependent on him was as natural and effortless as discussing the
weather.

The table fell into an uncomfortable silence, with Izuku simply gazing at Katsuki, his eyes
prying, that dopey smile still plastered on his face as Katsuki processed what he had just
heard.
"Hi! Sorry for the wait!" The waitress interrupted, setting down plates in front of them. The
dish was piled high with some kind of meat and vegetables, but Katsuki couldn’t bring
himself to care enough to figure out what it was. His stomach churned with unease, making
the idea of eating feel like an impossible task.

"Thank you!" Izuku said cheerfully, offering a polite smile to the waitress. She hesitated,
noticing Katsuki’s downtrodden expression. Her eyes softened with concern as she asked, "Is
the food okay?"

Izuku’s tone shifted instantly, low and commanding. "You can leave now." He raised his fork
to his mouth, chewing with obvious delight as the waitress quickly obeyed his command and
stepped away.

Groaning in satisfaction as he savored the taste, Izuku’s gaze returned to Katsuki, who was
still nervously watching the retreating waitress. It had been scary to witness firsthand how
swiftly Izuku's power worked on people, "You should really eat before it gets cold," he said,
his voice overly casual, but with an edge of insistence. "It’s so good!"

Katsuki turned his gaze at him. His fingers curled against the bottom of his jacket.

“I have another question.” He murmured.

"Kacchan, I only allowed you two questions, remember?" Izuku tilted his head, his
expression one of playful disbelief, as though Katsuki had broken some unspoken rule.

Katsuki’s gaze dropped. He had known it wouldn’t be that easy to just ask whatever he
wanted, but it had been impossible for him to shake the feeling that he was being toyed with.
When would the next chance come for Izuku to offer—

“Unless…”

Katsuki’s eyes snapped back up, and he caught the smug smirk creeping onto Izuku’s face.

“Unless what?” Katsuki’s gut twisted with the familiar sense of dread. He already knew he’d
regret asking, but maybe, just maybe, it wouldn’t be something insane.

Izuku lifted his fork to his mouth, his cheerful smile widening.

“Ask me nicely!” he chimed.

A few moments of silence passed, the quiet between Katsuki and Izuku only broken by the
soft hum of other diners chatting and enjoying their meals around them.

“Huh?” Katsuki was taken aback, completely flabbergasted. He’d been expecting something
far more twisted, considering how off the rails Izuku had been up until now. As much as he
hated the idea of begging, especially to the man who had threatened him, if a simple “please”
was all Izuku wanted, maybe he could swallow his pride just this once.

“Fine.” Katsuki rolled his eyes at Izuku, his irritation still simmering beneath the surface, but
he forced out the words, watching Izuku’s excited smile as he said, “Can you… please
answer another one of my questions?”

A vein in Katsuki’s forehead nearly burst when Izuku shook his head, his dopey smile never
fading.

“Do better, Kacchan. It's simple.” He pressed a finger against his temple, “You are my queen
after all.” He had put heavy emphasis on the two words and it only took Katsuki a second to
realize where he was getting.

“"I-I’m not doing that!” Katsuki exclaimed, his face flushing red with a mixture of anger and
embarrassment. Izuku just shrugged, nonchalantly returning to his meal.

“Then I guess you don't have anything else you want to ask me,” Izuku replied, his tone light.
Katsuki's blush remained, but his frustration deepened. His fist clenched so tightly his nails
nearly broke the skin, the pressure building up inside him.

Taking a deep breath, he stared dead into Izuku's eyes, his pride threatening to tear him apart.

“Can you please answer one of my questions…” His face turned an even deeper shade of red,
the humiliation surging through him. “...My king?”

Izuku paused mid-bite, the air between them thickening with tension. Silence settled once
again, and Katsuki felt like he might explode from the mix of rage and embarrassment
swirling in his chest. He knew, deep down, that it was exactly what Izuku had wanted him to
say. He hadn’t just said that ridiculous phrase for no reason. Izuku better speak up now, or
Katsuki might lose it completely—

“Another time.” Izuku's response was instant, his gaze blank.

Katsuki’s patience snapped. He glared at Izuku, slamming his hands down on the table.

“What—Hey!” He was on his feet in an instant, watching Izuku make a beeline for the front
of the restaurant without another word.

Katsuki didn’t hesitate. Ignoring the curious eyes of the other diners, he followed quickly
behind, but by the time he reached the front, all he found was a frazzled-looking hostess.

“Did some guy with green hair just rush out of here?” He demanded, barely holding back his
frustration. The hostess took a moment to collect herself before slowly turning to face him.

“U-Um, yes…” She glanced nervously at her hands, and Katsuki followed her gaze. She was
holding a stack of bills, a large amount from what he could see. “Your friend had just paid for
your meal—”

Katsuki didn’t wait to hear more. He pushed past her, scanning the area with a sharp eye. No
sign of Izuku, no sign of his car.

Katsuki groaned, the irritation building up in his chest. Not only had he been forced to beg
like an idiot, but now he hadn’t even gotten anything out of it. And Izuku had vanished
without a trace.
As frustrating as it was, though, Katsuki couldn’t deny that there was a small upside to the
whole ordeal. Despite the humiliation and irritation, at least some good had come out of this
sudden interruption.

No one ended up dead this time and Uraraka was safe and would continue to be so as long as
Katsuki didn't aggravate Izuku it seemed. For her, he would do it and for everyone else, he
would figure out how to get rid of Izuku. He just had to play it smart and not let the dork get
in his head like he already had for the last few days. It would only be a matter of time until
Izuku showed up again under some weird excuse. When that day comes, Katsuki will be
ready and he'll do everything he can to get as much information out of the freak.

Hopefully he would be able to before anyone else got hurt.

Izuku had never encountered a situation quite like this before, but he had enough self-
awareness to recognize the danger he would have inflicted had he remained at the restaurant.
He knew if he stayed any longer, things would have spiraled out of control quickly. A literal
massacre would have unfolded, and that was the last thing he wanted for Katsuki. As much as
he craved what was rightfully his, he couldn't risk putting Katsuki through that, not when the
boy had been so good. Katsuki deserved to be cherished, pampered, and treated with care
when they finally consummated their love.

Not surrounded by dead bodies all brought down by Izuku’s hands and ruining what was
meant to be the greatest moment of both of their existence.

His back against the alley wall and he bit his lip to hold back his desperate pants.

He couldn’t forget the way those crimson eyes had looked at him earlier. They had been
nervous, full of so much uncertainty. It was as if they were silently informing Izuku that they
needed him to guide them, to help the owner of those beautiful jewels come to understand his
place.

“My king?”

Emerald eyes lowered to the front of his jeans. His cock jutting against the annoying
material, wanting nothing more but to be released and encased by that warmth that Katsuki’s
delicious mouth would provide.

“My king?”

Katsuki’s voice had sounded so different, softer and more vulnerable than Izuku could ever
imagine. It made Izuku's pulse quicken, and for a moment, he almost lost control of himself.
It took him what little willpower he had to not leave the filthy alley find Katsuki and claim
that perfectly, sculpted body.

It had just been another confirmation that Katsuki had truly been created for him. No human
had ever managed to come close to shattering the careful control Izuku had over himself like
Katsuki had. It was as though Katsuki had unknowingly handed over a piece of himself, and
in that moment, Izuku felt more possessive than ever.
“My king?”

Izuku was his king, yes, and soon, he would become so much more.

He would be his everything. His master. His world.

And eventually his god.

Katsuki—no, Kacchan.

Izuku blew out a soft, excited laugh, nearly breathless.

The human still had a long way to go until, but Izuku was certain about one thing: He was
going to immensely enjoy fucking his Kacchan into submission.

“Hm?” Katsuki’s mind, still reeling from the day’s events, was interrupted when he noticed
Kirishima frantically tapping on his phone.

“Busy?” Kirishima felt Katsuki wrap his arms around him and rest his cheek against his.

“Oh, welcome home!” Katsuki hummed in appreciation as he felt a quick kiss on his cheek.
His gaze lingered on Kirishima’s phone, which he immediately shut off, clearly not wanting
Katsuki to see it. All Katsuki managed to catch was “Answer!” and “What are you doing!?”

“It’s nothing, just sending a message.” Katsuki pulled away, noticing how tense Kirishima
sounded.

“Is that all?” Katsuki pressed. He crossed his arms and raised a brow when Kirishima
nodded, “Okay.” He wouldn't press. It probably was something work related anyway, no real
reason to push.

“I promise, it’s nothing.” Kirishima turned his whole body on the couch, lounging back with
a smile. “Tell me about your day. How was work?”

“It was okay.” Katsuki lied. Last thing he would do was stress the poor guy even more than
he already had, “Just completed some orders and refilled our walk in case….oh and this.”
Katsuki dug into his jacket pocket and pulled out Momo’s envelope. He had almost forgotten
all about it.

“No way!” Kirishima must have already known its contents. He grabbed it and opened it
enthusiastically, “Some of the others told me they got theirs. I can't believe Momo went all
out on these.”

“We need to get them a gift.” Katsuki said, removing his jacket and shoes, “Maybe
tomorrow? I'll be off early.”

“Sounds like a plan! You don't mind if I invite Denki, right? He's in the same boat as us right
now.”
“I don't care.” Katsuki grabbed Kirishima’s hand and tugged on it.

“What's up?” Kirishima arched his brow, but he was already on his feet.

“Come with me, idiot.” Kirshima smirked as Katsuki led him to the bathroom, “I want to take
a shower.”

“You don't need me for that, Katsuki?”

“You're right.” Katsuki grinned, ‘I need you to fuck me instead.”

“Where's this coming from?” Kirishima asked, already pulling his shirt off.

“I just feel like it.” It was true. After being forced to sit through Izuku's rambling, Katsuki
wanted to be fucked by the person who he actually loved.

He flipped the light switch on, and pulled Kirishima in with him, “Now shut up already and
take off your pants.”

“Sure…” The redhead had rolled his eyes, but he just couldn't bring himself to press after
seeing the perfect combination of annoyed red eyes and flustered pink cheeks.

Katsuki cracked an eye open as he heard Kirishima’s phone vibrate. The other man had been
meal-prepping for the week and had clearly forgotten about it. Katsuki reached over, grabbed
the phone, and sat up, ready to get out of bed and bring it to Kirishima—until he saw one of
the texts:

[Mina: STOP IGNORING ME AND ANSWER THE FUCKING PHONE!?!? - 11:12 PM]

Katsuki raised a brow. He settled back in the bed as he frowned at the message. Yeah, he
knew Kirishima was close friends with Mina…but who the fuck was she to talk to him like
that? Katsuki had half a mind to call and confront the woman for her aggressive message, but
as Katsuki sneaked into Kirishima’s messages with her, his eyes widened at the sight of
others from earlier that day.

[Mina: Please don't ignore me…I just want to see a picture of it 😊 - 5:13 PM]
[Mina: It can't only be for Bakugou, right? - 5:14 PM]

[Mina: We all know how much of a slut he is, I mean, have you noticed how often he's
around Denki whenever we're all together? Always eye fucking him? - 5:14 PM]

[Mina: Don't you ever notice me eye fucking you? Eji 👀 - 5:15 PM]
🤭
[Mina: I mean, can you blame me? All I can think about is your cock in my mouth
can even get it harder than Bakugou - 5:16 PM]
🤤. I bet I
[Mina: Want proof? - 5:16 PM]
What followed after was an attached image of Mina deep throating a large realistic dildo, her
eyes wet and red. It looked like she was about to hurl from taking it too deep.

“What the fuck….” Katsuki was hunched over now as he scrolled through the messages. It
had been hours worth of just disturbing stuff consistenly all going on about how much she
wanted to fuck Kirishima and how she do so much better than Katsuki.

Yeah fucking right.

For some reason he didn't feel as surprised as he should be due to what Jirou had said earlier
that day.

Looking back at Kirishima’s phone, he saw that Kirishima never responded to her. As he
scrolled through, her messages had gone from vile to damn near threatening. No wonder he
had been swift to hide his phone away from Katsuki. He definitely wanted to beat the girl's
ass for thinking she could talk to Kirishima that way….

Though, he doubted Kirishima would appreciate it.

With a groan he got to his feet and made his way to leave the bedroom. As he scratched the
back of his head, slightly still tired from waking up, Katsuki turned the corner ready to ask
Kirishima what as going on—

“Ejiiii~ Please let me in!”

Katsuki paused. He watched as Kirishima stood at the front of the door, trying desperately to
force Mina out.

Wait.

Katsuki took a confused step towards Kirishima.

What was Mina doing at their apartment this late?

“Mina, you need to stop!” Katsuki wasn’t used to hearing Kirishima raise his voice like that,
so he jumped at the sudden volume. “Go home, please! I don’t want to have to call the police
—”

“Eji, Eji! Don't be like that!” Kirishima had to shove the door harder to close it as Mina
struggled to force her way inside. Her arms stretched past him, desperately reaching for
anything to grab, “I just want you to impale my fucking insides with your fat cock!”

“What?” Kirishima glanced over his shoulder when he heard Katsuki’s confused voice. At
first glance, it almost seemed funny to the blond, hearing what Mina had just said, but then he
saw the terrified expression on Kirishima’s face, and that's what let Katsuki to realize how
serious and batshit insane this situation truly was.

Once he saw Katsuki open his mouth, he frantically shook his head.
 'Go back!' Kirishima mouthed to him, urgently trying to keep him away from Mina, but it
was too late.

“Is that Bakugou!” She said his name with utter disgust. Suddenly, the arms that had forced
their way in began to flail around wildly, “LET ME IN!” She screamed, “LET ME IN SO I
CAN FUCKING SLIT HIS THROAT AND WE CAN FUCK ON HIS DYING CORPSE!”

Katsuki froze at the words, his body going completely still. She sounded absolutely deranged.
He watched as Kirishima managed to push her arms out and slammed the door shut. After
quickly locking it, he pressed his back against the door. Soon, the banging mixed in with her
screaming.

“HE CAN WATCH WHILE YOU FUCKING CUM IN ME, EJI~ THE LAST THING
HE'LL SEE IS YOU FUCKING ME INTO INSANITY AS I GO CRAZY FOR YOUR
COCK! OPEN THE DOOR, EJI! OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE
FUCKING DOOR!!!!”

“Katsuki! Call the police!” Kirishima shouted, but Katsuki remained frozen, unmoving.

Seeing the shock on his boyfriend’s face, Kirishima rushed from the door and into their room,
no doubt scrambling for his phone. It only took a few seconds before Katsuki could hear
Kirishima requesting the police for a disturbance.

But Katsuki didn’t seem to hear any of it, his focus never leaving the relentless pounding on
the front door.

“EJI~ KATSUKI ISN'T GOOD FOR YOU! JUST LET ME FUCKING IN ALREADY SO I
CAN PROVE IT LET ME JUST FUCKING KILL HIM. EJIIIIII~!

Chapter End Notes

I REALLY enjoy horror.

Deku is my favorite one to write. He's so crazy that I feel free on what I can make him
do. In this story, he doesn't care about anyone but Bakugou and I try really hard to make
it known.

Next chapter real definitely show it

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