Kirishima blinked open his eyes at the bright sunlight pouring into the room.

What time is it?

He moved to sit up, but felt a heavy weight crushing him into his mattress. Waking up more fully, Kirishima turned his head and took in the boy laying on top of him. His ruffled ash blonde hair tickled Kirishima's nose, and he watched his chest rising and falling slowly. Bakugo's face was pressed into his bare shoulder, and he could feel each tingling, hot exhale from his lips.

He yawned, leaning back into his pillow before attempting to recall the events of last night. His mind still foggy with sleep, it took him a moment before his eyes fluttered wide open.

He remembered.

I fucked Bakugo Katsuki?!?!

The shark toothed boy felt a giddy lightheadedness envelope him. Had that really happened? He must have shifted a bit too much, because he heard Bakugo groan next to him, his crimson sleep glazed eyes slitting open halfway as he squinted at Kirishima. "Fucker, why did you wake me up?" he growled, frustration clear in his drowsy voice.

Kirishima chuckled softly, bringing his hand to gently brush the mess of ash blonde hair off his face. Bakugo's eyes widened slightly at this before he muttered an expletive, blushing and rolling over.

Kirishima cuddled up behind him, letting his body spoon the other boy who was too tired to brush him off. They lay there for another half hour, enjoying each other's body heat before an obnoxious alarm went off on Kirishima's phone.  Kirishima sat up, untangled himself, and stumbled to his feet. Stepping out of bed and already missing the warmth of Bakugo's back.

He looked around a bit before pulling up his boxers from the floor, yanking his phone from their pocket and glancing down at the alarm.

GYM WORKOUT - ARMS AND CORE

The redhead sighed, turning to Bakugo who was still laying down, eyeing him in irritation.

"It's time for my Sunday workout." He chirped meekly, before walking back over to the bed. "Want to join me?"

Bakugo groaned, scrubbing his face with the palms of his hands. He moved to sit up. "Sure, just let me-ah!" His face was twisted in a grimace as he flopped back down on his mattress.

Kirishima felt his heart twist in worry. Bakugo snapped up at him. "Fucker, my ass hurts, did you have to go so hard?!"

"Hey, you asked for it, man!"

Bakugo groaned, attempting to sit up again before resigning to his fate and laying flat on the mattress. It was then that the secondary alarm on Kirishima's phone went off, warning him to wake up.

"I can skip the workout if you want me to stay here." He smiled down at the groaning blonde.

"Fuck no. I'm not some weakling, you need to work out. Go pump iron or whatever, I'll get up eventually."

"Are you sure Bakugo? I can-"

"For fucks sake Eijiro, your dick's been up my ass, you can call me Katsuki." Bakugo growled, closing his eyes.

"Oh! Right, Katsuki, I can stay if-"

"JUST GO IDIOT!" Bakugo roared, hurling a pillow at Kirishima's head. He laughed as he made his hasty retreat to the school gym, stopping first at his room to grab his gym clothes and toiletries.

What a guy. He sighed internally, his mind like a bowl of hot, gooey, jelly, as he made his way towards the gym.

~~~

[Trigger Warning - Violence]

Kirishima stripped off his sweat soaked shirt and rummaged through his locker for his deodorant. After waking up, he had decided to use the cardio wing of the school's gym. Thoroughly tired, Kirishima at last located his deodorant stick and tucked it into his shower bag. He glanced down at his phone for a moment. He had a few messages from Mina inviting him to hang out, as well as some texts from Bakugo. His heart buzzed excitedly, Bakugo was texting him! Hopefully he feels better now!

He unlocked his phone, scrolling to see what Bakugo had said.

Bakugo: We need to talk
Bakugo: Where are you?

Kirishima felt a cold feeling in the pit of his stomach. What was going on? Had he gone too far last night? Surely Bakugo would have said something to him if he didn't like what he was doing.

He typed a quick response into his phone before double checking his bag. He stepped towards the showers, his towel slung over his shoulder. He was thankful that it was still the weekend so he didn't have to worry about rushing his shower. Many UA students still went home over the weekend.

"Hey, look over here Ky-san, it's the faggot from the video."

"Excuse me?" Kirishima uttered in a low tone as he whipped around to face the voice behind him. There was an older looking, stocky, ginger smirking and leaning against the wall of lockers.

"You're right," A lanky black and purple haired boy snickered. "It's the explodo-bitch's boy toy."

Kirishima set his bag down, glaring furiously at the two.
"What the hell are you two talking about?"

"Don't tell me you haven't seen your own video, shark bait." The ginger laughed sharply and Kirishima felt icy claws of horror squeezing and ripping at his heart. How could people outside of class 1-A have seen the video?

"You were pretty pathetic. Makes me wonder how a pansy like you ended up in the hero course at all," The smaller, darker haired boy chortled and the two stepped closer to Kirishima.

Kirishima was speechless, instead staring angrily at the two intruders, willing them to leave.

The burly ginger let out a string of obnoxious moans, "Oh Bakugooo, touch me there, oooh!" Both boys erupted into laughter, they were now uncomfortably close to Kirishima.

"Shut up. You don't know what happened, so stop fucking around."
Kirishima's tone was deadly and low as he moved backwards towards the showers.

"Though.." he saw a glint in the eyes of the taller boy. "If there were.. an accident.. I suppose a spot in class 1-A would have to open up."

Kirishima didn't like where this was going. He felt his body hardening, preparing for the fight he knew was sure to come.

The smaller, multi hued boy grinned, cracking his knuckles. "I'd love a shot at the hero course slot. How much do you think you can take, boy toy?"

Kirishima swung out at the smaller one, fury boiling his blood. He had hardened his arms and was surprised when the boy dodged, raising his hands and shooting straps of leather from what had seemed like callouses on his palms.

Kirishima grunted as the leather wrapped his arms tightly to his chest.

I should be able to get out of this! Why isn't it breaking when I tear at it? What is this shit made of?

"Like my belts? They're so similar to that tape guy, I was surprised he would get in and I wouldn't, what with us placing so closely." The lanky kid sneered, shoving Kirishima to the ground. Kirishima had hardened his entire body at this point, leaving a sizable dent on the tile flooring.

"You're not quite hero material," Kirishima snapped up at him as he struggled in the tight binding. Grunting, he rolled himself to his side, bracing his legs on the wall in an attempt to sit up. A swift kick to his ribs knocked the air out of him, leaving him sputtering and gasping for air.

What? I know I'm using my quirk! How did I feel that kick so strongly?

The ginger looked down at him, a nasty sneer painting his features. "Can you guess my quirk, fag?"

Kirishima spit at his feet, struggling to pull himself off the ground. He received another kick to his stomach and Kirishima struggled to keep a straight face.

"I can deactivate a quirk as soon as I touch the quirk-holder. It's especially useful against shielding quirks like yours."

Kirishima couldn't help the grunt that forced its way through his lips as the boy's foot slammed into him again. Hardening his legs, he kicked out, trying to knock the bigger boy off his feet. Instead he was grabbed roughly by the hair, his scalp screaming in agony as he was lifted to his knees. Kirishima bit his lip, not wanting to make any noise to encourage the violence. He knew he was stuck in a bad situation, and began to rub his rock hard forearms against the binding to try and wear it to a breaking point. This was to no avail as a brutal punch sent his head whipping back. He let out a cry of pain as he was barraged with a flurry of kicks and punches. He curled into himself, trying to protect what he could, blood streaming down his chin and filling his mouth with a bitter metallic taste.

"Stop. Please." Kirishima's eyesight was beginning to get blurry as he was slammed back into the shower wall, sputtering and groaning in pain. Tears were sliding down his face and the laughter and taunting of the boys made him hate every fiber of his being.

Please. Please make it stop. I'm so weak. I can't breathe.

Kirishima's entire body was burning with an overwhelming ache, and he couldn't stop the grunts and gasps of pain that escaped his lips. The boys loomed mockingly overhead, shouting slurs and insults.

He felt his vision going black before hearing a familiar rage filled voice.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO MY KIRISHIMA?"