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    He stretched himself out a little more, his leg bumping against Aizawa’s. It seemed he thought he could do better, pushing himself up to crawl towards Aizawa so his hand could graze the older man’s arm.
    He leaned forward until Aizawa could feel the heat pouring from him. “Bet you’ve thought about it,” Bakugou said, starting a conversation they certainly weren’t having before. His words were a little sluggish, but he pressed on. “Bet you’ve wondered what it would be like to fuck me.” He had gotten so close his mouth was brushing against Aizawa’s ear.

    Aizawa’s hand snapped out and he grabbed Bakugou’s wrist to stop him from advancing any further, his own eyes narrowing. “You’re drunk,” he said in a flat voice.

    Bakugou just laughed, and instead of pulling away, he pressed closer, fingers curling around the fabric of Aizawa’s shirt. “So what if I am?” His mouth had moved from Aizawa’s ear, closer to his mouth. “Doesn’t make it any less true.”

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    04 Aug 2026

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    The urge to piss in his best friend's drinks is the kind of thing a normal person would fight tooth and nail against. Maybe see a therapist about. Aizawa is a different piece of shit altogether and copes selfishly by making it worse. Fraught with tension, delusional with desire, heavy with denial; Aizawa lies to himself through the teeth about it. Calls it situational awareness training. A fucked up exercise to see how many times Mic will fail to notice his actions.

    It turns out the answer is a lot.

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    03 Aug 2026

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    14 Jul 2026

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    Katsuki Bakugou was many things, but he was not a liar. Sure, some would consider him arrogant. Confident to a fault. A bit of an asshole on a good day. But he was not a liar. He had spent the better part of his first year only saving the fucking world, and he thought that should count for something, but apparently many others thought otherwise.

    And yet, people still had the audacity to say he was lying when he said he was receiving strangely overly sexual text messages at random times during the day.

    Bakugou was perplexed to say the least, but rather than block the number, he had made it his number one goal to figure out who this person was. Without a war raging, and only his studies and becoming the number one hero to focus on, Bakugou needed a little excitement in his life anyways. He rolled onto his stomach, legs crossed in the air behind him, and gripped the phone with both hands.

    [Unknown Number | September 17 @ 12:05AM:] Been thinking about burying my cock down your throat to listen to the pretty sounds you'd make while you choked, if nothing more than to stop you from running your mouth all the time.

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    14 Jul 2026

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    Shinsou only hesitated for the briefest of moments before he turned and met Aizawa’s eyes with some uncertain, vulnerable thing. Aizawa was not willing to give anything away. He kept his arms crossed, gaze locked on Shinsou, face as neutral as he could muster, even as Shinsou walked towards him.

    “Eraserhead,” he spoke his hero name so softly and Aizawa’s throat bobbed. A hand came up, before he could second guess himself, and Shinsou brushed his lips along Aizawa’s, a soft, unsure little gesture. It was barely a press of skin upon skin, like he was almost afraid he’d be shoved back. Instead, Aizawa stood there, stock still, unable to take his wide eyes off Shinsou’s face, even as he pulled back.

    “I-” Shinsou started, but Yamada seemed hell-bent on ensuring he wouldn’t get the chance.

    He stepped up to the pair of them and slid a hand onto Aizawa’s chest, his fingers grazing the edges of his scarf. “Shouta likes when you nibble his bottom lip.” His hand moved higher and he gripped Aizawa’s stubbled jaw and turned his head so he could kiss him fully with zero hesitation.

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