A/N: Just did some simple research for this. You could probably see these yokai coming, if you knew that was today's prompt. Oh well. I did look at other yokai, and kinda liked them, but at the same time, I didn't quite know how to romanticize the relationship between a half sea serpent and a fox, or a ghost out for vengeance and a fox, or a practically naked man who kills you with his hair and drinks you blood and a fox. Warning for humans getting squished and non-descriptive eating of said humans. Mentions of alcohol as well and drunk make outs. Not going past that, because doing the do while drunk or high is fucking stupid and possibly illegal, I have to check. Anyway, let's begin!

Kirishima's POV

"Fucking asshole," I scoffed, picking at my teeth with the most recent meal's sharpened femur. "There's legends that say an oni's lair up here. Does anyone listen? No! Does anyone go back after coming up here? No! So they should take the fucking hint,"

"What you mumbling about over there, Red?"

I turned to a tree, and saw an ash blond fox poking it's head out of the tree.

"Well hello to you too," I mumbled, throwing the bone somewhere towards the nearby village.

Maybe they'll see it and run away this time.

"So, what's up, li'l kitsune? Seen anything new or worth noting?" I asked.

The fox shifted into the pointy haired boy I knew, hopping down from the tree.

I had to crouch down a little to be eye to eye with the 5' 7" creature.

"Well, I grew my second tail in recently," he said, visibly fighting a proud grin off his face.

"Whoa, really?!"

He did a quick turn, and sure enough, a second tail had sprouted.

"176 years and it's finally in!"

"Congratulations, man!" I gave him a grin. "So proud of you! This means you're a chiko now, right?"

"Sure as hell!"

"Wait, I always forget. Are you a zenko or a nogitsune?"

"Nogitsune. This is my highest rank, so I can't become a spirit. Just get to stay here!"

He seemed... oddly happy about that.

Must've noticed my confusion, because he said "The most powerful kitsune, Tamamo no Mae was only a chiko, and he was the most powerful kitsune ever! I'm gonna beat him one day, and become even more powerful!"

His eyes were sparkling, fangs reared as he continued speaking.

I couldn't entirely hear what he was saying though, because I was too busy noticing bigger changes to his physique.

Before today, he looked much younger. Like he was maybe fifteen.

Obviously, he wasn't. He was 173, and I'm 178, so it balances out.

But now, he looks older. Like, twenty-one.

Stubble sat on his chin, he was definitely more muscular, and his fur looked softer. Like it was cleaned.

Even his robes looked classier.

What confused me, though, was the bag on him.

"Yo, Bakugou? What happened to you?"

"Huh?! Whaddya mean?! I became a chiko! The hell you think?! Were you even listening?!" he yelled.

"I was, I was! You just... look... older,"

He looked even happier than before when I said that.

He used to remind me of a little fox pup or kit or whatever the hell... but now?

Now he looks like he would've grown up to be one hell of a heartthrob, if he was human.

"What's your deal? I get a leaf stuck in one of my tails?" He asked, trying to turn around and grab his tails.

Yet, his grasp was a little too short.

So he began to basically run around in circles, like a dog trying to catch it's tail.

And I laughed like it's owner who was recording the whole thing to show her friends over a glass of wine.

"OI, QUIT YER FUCKING LAUGHING!" he yelled like an angry little Irishman, making me laugh even harder. "IF THERE'S SOMETHING ON ME, JUST FUCKING GRAB IT!"

"Nothing's on you, dude. Cool it," I chuckled, wiping a tear from my eye.

"Stupid fucking seven foot tall bastard-- I WILL GNAW ON YOUR DAMN SHINS!" Bakugou yelled at me.

"And I could very well kill you amd eat you, if I was hungry enough," I said, limply gesturing to my spiked club.

Bakugou shuddered and rolled his eyes.

Before he could release a snarky remark, he paused, ears twitching.

"Hear something?" I whispered.

"Human," he mumbled.

"Go hide in my lair, and I'll split with ya?" I offered as the man in front of me became a two tailed fox.

A brief nod was all I got as confirmation before he ran into my lair.

"Excuse me, sir?"

I turned around, looking at three men and a woman.

The men were holding spears.

"Have you seen an oni around here?"

"Christ, humans are stupid," I sighed, picking up my club. "Three, two, one,"

The club made a nasty squelch when the four humans were smashed underneath it.

A few more hits, and they looked more like tender meat than humans.

"Oi, Bakugou,"

The fox came out as I rested my bloody club against the mouth of the cave, leading to my lair.

"Three men and a woman. Tonight, we eat like kings,"

"Really," Bakugou laughed, opening the bag I mentioned.

He pulled out two bottles of unmarked alcohol.

"Wanna get drunk?"

I grinned at the small fox.

"You know me so well,"

•••

We were fucking plastered.

Bakugou had taken off his robes in a way that covered his lower half, but his top half was on full display.

Alcohol dripped from his mouth, to his chin, all the way down his torso, and into parts that the robes covered.

The woman and one of the men were entirely eaten, the bones in a pile in my lair. Half of another man was on the table as we ate and drank.

"And they asked if I'd seen an oni! A seven foot tall dude with horns, fangs, and barely dressed! Humanity is fucked," I slurred, taking a solid bite into an arm.

"Wow, sounds pretty," Bakugou paused to hiccup. "Pretty stupid,"

"Very,"

We just sat there, staring at each other, and I felt myself begin to burn up from more than just the alcohol.

Bakugou got up from his spot across from me and walked up to me, straddling my waist.

It was a little sobering.

"W-wait... Bak--"

"Listen here, you stupid fucking oni," he hissed, jabbing a clawed finger at my chest. "I'm only gonna say this once, so you better not miss it. I fucking love you. You and your stupid hair and fangs and smile and personality and all that shit. You're fucking amazing and I wanna be yours, so lemme kiss you,"

My drunk brain could comprehend a solid half of that, but the only thing I could think about was the last four words.

So, instead of logically thinking this through, I pressed my lips to his.

Arms wrapping around my neck as I placed my hands on his small hips, the kiss was a little less chaste and more on the sinful side.

Nothing crazy, but when Bakugou pulled back, he had to readjust his robes.

"Finish this later?"

"Yeah,"

A/N: Wowie, I got one out before 23:00??? Whoa! Stay safe and healthy! - Septic / Spark