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The first thing Kirishima noticed when Midoriya barges into his room is the ears above his head, flopped in fear. Bakugo halts beside him, turning his head in excruciatingly slow motion to glare at the intruder.

Kirishima had seen Midoriya covered in blood. He had seen him performing a childish dance to entertain Eri. He had seen him in his lowest.

He had never seen him with bunny ears.

The guy lifts a hand, "Oh hey, I was just-"

"What the fuck're you barging in here for?!" Bakugo yells, "You have fucking hands! Fuckin' use them! Shit!" The pencil Bakugo was holding snaps in half.

"Woah." Is all Kirishima said. Amazed at how every sentence contains a profanity.

You'd think after the war these two would get along, he was so wrong.

He shifts his attention back to the ears above Midoriya's head, now up and alert. "Your ears look real, dude, they move!"

Midoriya stares at him as if he was acknowledging him just now. "Oh, it was a quirk accident. It is very real."

Bakugo grunts as if he already knew, "well fuck off, I'm tutoring this dumbass." He points to Kirishima who scratches his head.

Midoriya sighs, Kirishima heard Bakugo's brow twitch audibly.

"I can't," Midoriya says, dragging the last syllable as he steps closer into the room. Kirishima blinked.

The bunny ears were one thing. The tail was.. a lot.

There was a fluffy white tail behind him, decorated with stickers, and remains of hastily removed ribbons. Midoriya though, he looked deeply offended by it's existence.

He continues, "They keep bombarding me with questions!"

Bakugo snorts. "Gee, I wonder why."

Midoriya ignores him. "I don't know if it's the quirk's side effect but the heavy attention is uncomfortable. I thought of hiding in my room but I also thought they too would parade over there, especially the girls. They were trying to—" his ears flopped flat. "Decorate me."

Kirishima bit the inside of his cheek.

"So I escaped through the stairwell and somehow I ended up in this floor and I thought oh, Kirishima would be in your room right now, you know, because you're always there and either way, I thought it's better to be with Kirishima anyways, so," Kirishima and Bakugo stares at Midoriya as he goes in his usual muttering combined with vague motions of his hands, he also notices the squeak in his voice that was not there before.

"Deku get to the point."

Midoriya continues with a sigh, "I don't mean to distu-"

The table rattles as Bakugo slams both of his hands and Midoriya squeaks for real. "Okay! We fucking get it!" He barked. "Spit it out, what're you really here for. Because it's obviously not just for a damn room."

Kirishima sees a new expression of frustration blossoming on Midoriya's face. A flash of irritation crossed his eyes. "Well, obviously not you." Kirishima almost swallows his tongue.

Bakugo scoffs before he stalks over, gritting his teeth. "What the fuck did you just say to me."

The room instantly shrank.

"Oh no." Kirishima mutters.

He looks between the two, neither of them seems to be backing down, actually, both of them looks like they're ready to go down. He inhales sharply as the two exchanges heated stares.

"Okay!" He exlaims. "No murder today!" He claps both of his hands. Midoriya isn't giving in, normally he would be apologizing profusely by now, instead, he fixes his glare on Kirishima. Both of them looks annoyed actually. Kirishima is midly uncomfortable. "Anyways, does Mr. Aizawa know?"

Bakugo huffs behind him and crosses his arms, grumbling something under his breath, something along the lines of, "fucking idiots," and Kirishima for once wishes he didn't shut up, because now he's just talking to himself with two silent dudes.

Midoriya takes some time to answer, looking up at him and twitching his nose. Kirishima continues, "Well I guess his quirk didn't.. work? Because it has to be activated on the quirk user, right? Or maybe it would, I don't know." Midoriya continued to stare at him. Kirishima laughs awkwardly, "Uh, you don't feel any pain do you?"

Midoriya didn't answer.

Yeah this is somehow worse than fighting villains. The fact that Midoriya has bunny ears were not helping.

Kirishima grins sheepishly, thumbing at the seams of his shirt, Bakugo suddenly seems interested in this, unhelpfully quiet. "W-well!" He stammers. Kirishima is very social alright? He can talk to villains and the villains will fall in love with him on the spot, but right now, he loses his train of thoughts when he sees a Midoriya with bunny ears.

Kirishima is only human.

"Okay, this is gonna sound weird."

Midoriya's ear twitches.

"Really, really weird.."

The tail twitches too.

Bakugo groaned. "Kirishima."

"Do they feel like actual bunny ears?" He finally breathes.

Midoriya stared at him.

Bakugo stared at him.

Kirishima wishes he hadn't intervened, even if it would cost him his room that he decorated with effort. He wants to die.

Then to his suprise, Midoriya's face softened, just a little.

"I don't know," He says. "I can't exactly feel them."

"You don't?"

Midoriya hums.

Beside him Bakugo groans. He looks at Midoriya, then to Kirishima, then to Midoriya again.

"No."

Kirishima turns his head. "No?"

"Nope."

"Katsuki?"

"Whatever weird shit is happening here," He says, already heading for the door. "I'm not participating."

The door slid open. "Katsuki—"

"Absolutely not."

The door slams shut.

Kirishima stares at the wood, dumbfounded.

Midoriya releases the breath he was holding. And weirdly enough, he doesn't look relaxed. Kirishima stares at him and blinks.

If anything, he looked more restless.

Then he suddenly moves.

He walks, slowly circling Kirishima.

"Hey?" Midoriya didn't answer. He just completed a full lap around him. Tail turned high, ears pinned back.

Then he slowly moves again. "Uh," Kirishima gulps, turning to keep in view.

Now, he doesn't know what the hell just happened in the last 15 seconds but he assumes that Midoriya is moving entirely on bunny instincts. Because Midoriya obviously does not act like this. What caused it though? He doesn't know.

"What's going on?" He asks, hands on his hips like he's talking to a child. Midoriya's nose twitch rapidly. No answer, another step closer.

"Listen dude," Midoriya froze. "If you attack me-"

Midoriya lunges.

Kirishima lands on the floor with a yelp, his head and spine meeting the floor with a thud. Before he could recover, Midoriya was all over him. Pinning both his wrist with one strong hand.

Kirishima's breath left his lungs. Because wow.

Midoriya is so ridiculously strong. That's not new, but he doesn't particularly learn that fact while pinned on his back.

"Okay, that hurt." He wheezed, Midoriya didn't answer. Kirishima's eyes squeezed close to prepare for a punch, or a bunny kick, or something quirk related. His brain supplied a fourth possibility, a kiss. But he immediately facepalms internally, because in no universe—

A low grunt interrupted the thought. Kirishima opens an eye and what he sees, he's not prepared for.

Midoriya is so close.

His green curls tickles Kirishima's forehead.

Eyes blown wide and unfocused. The bunny ears stood rigidly upright. Kirishima stares, slightly mesmerized. He could count his freckles in this distance. One.. two..

They gawk at each other for one confused second. "Um—"

Then Midoriya dived forward. Pain instantly flashed through Kirishima's neck.

The shock washing through him made his toes curl. "Ow—!" He gasps. His body jerks. It wasn't exactly painful, just enough to make his pulse jump and his jaw go slack.

His body responds by angling his head, giving him access, which is stupid because now it seems to spur Midoriya on. "Oh come on." He groans weakly. Midoriya grunts against his skin.

Weirdly enough, it didn't threaten him. A heat pools in his gut. The grunt was mildly interested, and the realization makes Kirishima's face burn.

This sudden turn of events makes an embarrassing voice in him to find this new character of Midoriya fascinating but a major voice of him is disappointed, because this is absolutely not Midoriya.

Midoriya is thoughtful, careful, and wouldn't bite someone, unless he asked for permission, nonetheless, there was never any situation where he had bitten someone. This is Midoriya moving because of the quirk. Kirishima tries not to sulk about that.

Midoriya nose brushed his shoulder, then he moves further down.

"Dude." His nose tickles his chest. "..Dude." He sniffs his body in a way that tickles and Kirishima is left utterly gasping for air.

Breathlessly, he attempts to speak in a weak voice, "Dude! Dude, what are you—doing." He squirmed, "Are you—" He stops himself when Midoriya suddenly lifts his head to look at him, every ounce of his attention fell on Kirishima.

The effect was immediate.

He's so gone, his pupils are so dilated that the usual brightness of it disappeared, his bottom lip glistens with some blood—his blood—and for the first time ever since meeting Midoriya, Kirishima felt unsettled. Like he's being hunted. Which is hilarious actually, since bunnies are prey species, but Midoriya looks like he'll eat him alive.

Wait. He'll eat him alive.

Midoriya licks his lips.

The room felt very small in that moment, and every voice in Kirishima's brain screams at him to crawl away but his wrist does not budge in Midoriya's strong grasp, and his body trembles at any attempt to do so.

The room felt very dangerous.

And it's ridiculous because this is Midoriya he's talking about. Midoriya who apologizes to furnitures after bumping on them, Midoriya who cries during movies, Midoriya who spent a full hour looking a lost kid's parent.

And yet—

His breath shakes at the mere thought of Midoriya eating him because that possibility seems very real.

He felt like a cold of bucket of water was poured down on him. In this scenario, he's his meal. No, no no—he must get out of his hold. Right now. Preferably in the next three seconds.

His body squirms against Midoriya's raw, and unyielding hold. The boy bares his teeth as he moves his hips to straddle his thigh. And Kirishima hisses when Midoriya's nails scrape against his wrists when he strengthens his grip.

Kirishima suddenly remembered the circling, the pouncing, the bite. And when Midoriya licked his blood off his lips.

"Midoriya?" He calls, voice croaking, but Midoriya—who ever since going on bunny instincts, has been alert and has been paying attention to his every movement has interestingly—ignored him, only showing that he heard him by the twitch of his left ear. He was choosing to ignore him, the little shit.

Kirishima's stomach dropped. "Okay." He inhales shakily. "Nope."

The bunny ears flicked. Midoriya's eyes fixed on his neck again. His nails scrape his wrist that it started to probably draw blood. Midoriya relaxed slightly, like he realizes what he's about to do.

Oh no.

Kirishima gulps audibly and prays to every God he knows, Jesus, Allah, Buddha, All Might, whoever's listening, my ancestors and Crimson Riot, if you're watching this right now, dear Holy Father, O Allah, please don't let him eat me. May You take pity in me pretty please for I am in hell of a danger right now. I don't know what sins I've done but I will atone to it with a manly spirit from now on. Don't let me die, please? You won't do that to me, right—

He flinches when there's a knock on the door, and he opens his eyes which he didn't know were closed, at the same time Midoriya halts, nose and ears twitching as he rose up.

"Hey Midoriya!"

It was Kaminari's voice.

"Kacchan told me you're in here!"

If Kirishima focuses, he can hear that there are lots of muffled voices behind the door too, muttering something.

Kirishima looks up and takes advantage of Midoriya's stunned silence to harden his wrists a little—sorry bro—and the boy expectedly winces, Kirishima uses this time to kick his hardened legs out and squabble out of his hold.

Kaminari, like the (not) awesome guy he is—who doesn't knock before opening a door—slams the door open. Just in time for him to see Midoriya face planted on the floor, a grabby hand extended with Kirishima sitting up in front of him.

"Woah." Kirishima says. He thanks Kaminari, because he must be the god who heard his prayers, and for the first time, he was grateful that Kaminari doesn't knock before opening a door. He turns his head to them, a bunch of girls are behind him, all of them carrying various accessories.

"What happened?" It was Hagakure who spoke up, staring at the scene.

Kirishima scratches the back of his neck. Yep, this must look so wrong to them. "He uhh- he bit me and-"

"Oh my gosh his hand!" It was Uraraka this time, rushing inside to crouch in front of Midoriya's pathetically lying form. "It's scraped.." She mumbles at the same time Mina points to his shoulder, "Guys I think he bit him-"

All the girls notice too, causing a ruckus. "Rush him to Recovery Girl!" they all say, and it's clear that it's not Kirishima they're referring to because they run past him and gather over Midoriya. That kinda hurt. Oh well, atleast Mina spoke up.

Kirishima stares dumbfounded, aside from the others ignoring him, Midoriya is not moving.

Scarily still.

So uncharacteristic, so different to the guy he was seconds ago. He fears that he hurt him too much, but his quirk just scraped him, Midoriya is strong. He's okay right? But nonetheless, it's scary watching him so still.

"Guys wait, he just bit me earlier, he might be out of it, so- he—"

The words die in his throat when Midoriya slowly sits up and groans.

The light on his face came back and he laughs softly. Like nothing happened.

"Sorry guys, it was nothing," he smiled with that signature smile of his.

Kirishima stares, jaw slack. He feels the moment go still like those fucking indian dramas he sees on the internet, because it was not nothing at all?!

"I'm fine, don't worry."

With his words, everyone releases a sigh, "You scared us! We don't know the extent of that quirk yet." Uraraka exclaimed. Midoriya laughs with them.

Somehow, this Midoriya is much scarier than the last one. Kirishima tries to rearrange his jaw to go back to normal.

He's shocked. So shocked.

Much shocked than when he found out that bananas doesn't grow on trees. Even he himself was deluded into thinking that what happened earlier was not real. But no, he still feels the bite, the warmth of his body above him.

It was real. And his heart thumps loudly.

Midoriya shifts his attention back at him as everyone crowd behind him, decorating his tail and ears, Kirishima flinches. "You're.. you're okay right?"

Kirishima stammers, mouth opening and closing like a fish, "Y-yeah? I mean—what, haha—what. What just happened dude?"

Midoriya grins, his eyes crinkle. "I don't know either! But thank you for snapping me out of it."

Kirishima exhales, "I really thought you were gonna maul me."

Kaminari snickers beside him, asking Midoriya loudly of what the heck they're talking about.

The rest of the day goes like that, everyone in class was enamoured by Midoriya's cuteness, now intensified with the quirk. Even the Bakugo Katsuki stares at him for too long and becomes so irritated he kicked the nearest wall.

Of course the earlier accident weren't ignored and Aizawa called him for further investigation. Or something. He forgot what he said and was just happy he got dragged off math class.

"What was he like?" He asks with his arms crossed, they're just outside the classroom, sky so blue and bright, so the mood isn't that heavy and Kirishima scratches the back of his neck and smiles up at his teacher.

"I thought he was gonna maul me!" He grins, all sunshine and rainbows, oblivious to the grim expression on Aizawa's face.

The man stares plainly with horror in his voice. "..And you're okay with that?"

Kirishima nods, tugging his collar to show a bite mark just on the part where his neck meets his shoulder, it's pretty red. Aizawa narrows his eyes. "You didn't use your hardening." He states, as a matter of fact.

Kirishima blinks up at him, "Oh, I didn't want to hurt him. I used it to escape his hold though! It was pretty tough getting pinned down."

The man's eyes widened slightly, "He pinned you down—" He repeats in an exhausted voice. Midoriya, kind student Midoriya who would do no harm pinned a student and bit them til they bled. Aizawa pinches the bridge of his nose. "Okay, I'll give you permission to when he attacks again. We don't know how that quirk works, and we have limited information on these type of transformation quirks. What we know for now is that it'll last for just a couple of days."

Kirishima is silent. He can only imagine Midoriya's smile, now missing some front teeth. All because he used his hardening. What a horror.

"Right now, you're the only person he attacked." He switches to his teacher, mentor voice. "Think about what triggered it."

Kirishima thought for a bit, bringing a finger to his chin. "Oh I.. honestly don't know. Him and Katsuki were about to go off with each other and then I moved between them to stop them, then he went silent. Do what you got with that information, I guess." He shrugs.

The man hums thoughtfully for a brief second and nods, "Alright," he tucks his hands inside his pockets and gestures to the classroom with a nod of his head, "Go back now then, kid. I'm impressed that your grades are improving, but that isn't an excuse to slack off. Anyway, thanks for cooperating."

Kirishima nods eagerly at him, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up. "No probs teach!"

Bunny Midoriya is like this: he stomps his right foot whenever he's impatiently waiting for something or is anxious. And it's so cute that not only is he affected by the quirk on a physical level, but on levels like this too: his ears indicate his emotions and attentiveness, and his tail signals his interest.

One time Kirishima excused himself in class to go to the bathroom, and ever since he left, Midoriya has been impatiently stomping his foot at his absence, only when he came back did he stop, tail pointed high. Jirou notices this and grins.

They don't know how affected Midoriya is by the bunny attributes, because his teeth aren't bunny-shaped, he still eats carrots like normal, and his jumps aren't that high. So Kirishima himself stated that he did some research on bunnies. Kaminari did too, and Bakugo scolded them for studying bullshits but not on their upcoming quiz. Aside from the foot stomping, ears twitching, and the squeaks in his voice, everyone thinks he's normal pretty much.

But Midoriya thinks he's very much not.

It was intense when he pounced Kirishima the first time and he doesn't want to do it again, but there's that silent tug inside of him. An itch. And he doesn't really want to entertain that.

He's used to weird quirk side effects, to things going wrong in ways he can't explain because he chose this field, and he wanted to. Being a hero, that's a normal part of it. He adapts, and moves on, simple. But this.. it's different.

He's too aware.

The gym is loud in his ears: the shouted instructions, parried blows, sparring, shoes gliding off the floor, sharp cracks of impacts—probably Kacchan based off the wild cackling—but it all feels distant. Like his body is automatically tuning it out, like it's happening behind glass.

What he can't tune out is what's happening closer.

A brush of fabric when someone passes too near, a slide of bare skin against each other, the warmth moving away too quickly and lingering for too long, and a heavy presence behind him when he turns his back to throw a spinning back kick. It's distracting.

"Midoriya! Focus!"

He huffs a breath, "Yes! Sorry!"

He startles, ears jerking when he almost misses a strike, the blow leaving behind a cool trail against his left cheek and feeling it longer than it should. Too slow. He knows better than to slack off because of a weird quirk side effect.

He steps back into his stance, but something feels wrong. He's off-balance. Body weighing somewhere he hasn't even decided to agree on, leaning towards something that isn't there.

Or someone.

It's probably a delayed quirk reaction. He hasn't felt like this until that.. incident with Kirishima happened that early morning. That's probably what triggered it. Sensory sensitivity, a heightened awareness, maybe. He could weaponize it in battle. That would explain why—

A hand claps him on his shoulder.

"Dude, you good?"

Midoriya almost jumps out of his skin, he feels his annoying tail spring up again. He turns his head eyes wide—and it's just Kirishima. Grin like always and looks completely normal, completely fine. He thought he attacked him again and came back to normal but Kirishima looks completely fine. The hand on his shoulder is heavy on its warmth.

It lingers.

The warmth flows through his shoulder to his arm, he feels the soft texture of his palm—much softer in contrast compared to his hardened body when activated—even through the thick fabrics of his shirt. Too warm. An itch spreads through him.

Midoriya stares a second too long, he notices when he sees Kirishima's eyebrow rises, grin faltering. "Midoriya?"

"Oh um sorry!" He says, voice high. "Did I hurt you?" He asks immediately, too quickly, moving away too far, out of reach and out of whatever that was. Nearly trips over his own feet at doing so. Yep. Smooth like butter, that's him.

Kirishima opens his mouth but Midoriya speaks, "Sorry it's the quirk! Yeah—probably." He scratches his head. "I'll figure it out!"

"You didn't hurt me man, no worries! You're fine though right?"

Midoriya hums, if he can explain it, he can solve it, just like he always does. It will always be confusing at first, he just have to push past that phase.

"Okay, if you say so. Don't push yourself man."

Midoriya nods. "Right, I won't."

Midoriya absolutely will.

Okay so it's absolutely not sensory sensitivity, or spatial awareness. Midoriya can decide that much after day three of having this quirk.

He noticed where people are in a room without meaning to. Hears when a movie is playing in the common room when he's in the third floor. Can probably smell Satou's cupcakes baking from his room before the oven even decides it's cooked. Some would say it's just rabbit attributes, heightened instincts perhaps. He doesn't know how to turn it off. And it's annoying, distracting.

But he just can't rationalize his way through when that itch grows, insatiable, like his body needs it and aches for it.

Because he notices that there's one person that stands out with the rest.

Maybe he knows why, and he just doesn't want to admit it.

He keeps getting distracted by the smallest things, and his reactions are off for a person quirked with heightened instincts, which doesn’t make sense because usually quirk side effects stabilizes after initial exposures unless there’s a compounding factor to that. And he doesn't know what! Oh, so frustrating.

He's aware of everyone all the time. That's the simplest description. But if it were just like that then he can handle it like he always does, he could always adapt.

But it's not. That's the worst part.

And he doesn't know how to explain it without sounding like—without making it real.

"It's not the same when it's Kirishima."

The words hung heavy in the air. There. He said it, out in the world, and he didn't even realize he'd say it out loud but all the burden in the world suddenly feels light now that he let it out.

Midoriya thunks his head against his table. He should be studying. But all he could think about is the redhead.

He notices that everytime he is close, his awareness of everything is stronger, his world narrowing to just—Kirishima.

But no, it doesn't have to necessarily mean anything.. right? Maybe there's a variable he haven't accounted to yet. It could be his quirk interferring with his. But that's saying Kirishima makes it worse which he doesn't. Because it's.. not bad.

He feels something, it's not something wrong, it's something centered.

Something like hunger.

Midoriya knows what it means.

Suddenly, he remembers what rabbits are famous for, and it's not just for their cuteness.

It's for their.. passionate relationship with each other.

Quirks doesn't necessarily have to be complicated, he always faces them head-on, breaking them into pieces, or something to be explained in scientific terms, but it can be as simple as just natural instincts, and nature. Such as he's a bunny right now and bunnies.. have high sex drives.

That's. That's the most ridiculous answer as to why he's feeling like this, and weirdly enough, it makes sense. But then again, it doesn't mean anything unless he solves this, with Kirishima.

Why is it hot in this room again? Oh there's a tent in my pants, great. It would've been nice if it showed up earlier since it would've been obvious to me what this problem actually is. Thanks.

Midoriya thunks his head against the table once more, harder this time.

Kirishima found Midoriya crouched right at his door late at night, crying. Shoulders visibly shaking, his bunny ears flopped in distress.

It was a friday, and it's one of those days where he can stay up late at night because it's the weekends next day anyways, and he's pumped up enough to do some light jogging near their building, and then showering for 2 hours just because he can, and then rewatching some old girly movie with Mina, Hagakure, Jirou, Kaminari and lastly Ojiro—for some reason—in the common room couch until Iida scolds them for staying up late at night, talking about how they're heroes-to-be who should take care of their bodies, and that a friday night isn't a reason to stay up blah blah blah, and then ends up sitting on the couch himself after getting distracted by Kaminari inviting him over. It's an eventful night.

He decides to sleep on his own room, only to stumble upon the scene laid before him.

"Midoriya?" He walks carefully, crouching beside him. "What happened?"

The boy only sniffs, flinching at his presence. Kirishima's heart broke at the sight, what the hell happened for him to be so sad like this late at night?

He clears his throat, it's unmanly leaving him there but also he's too tired for comfort. So he waits silently, eyelids beginning to become heavy.

Midoriya lifts his head, green bangs covering half of his glistening eyes. "Um, I don't know what's happening to me." He starts, "They said that the quirk wouldn't be that hard to deal with since it's just a transformation quirk. But.. I feel weird."

Kirishima hums, "weird how?"

"Like," he sniffs, "So weird. My body feels sensitive to everyone. There's an itch."

Kirishima notices the blush forming on Midoriya's cheeks, hidden by his arms, but he doesn't quite comprehend what Midoriya said, or why he's blushing.

"Itch? Is it some kind of.. eczema?"

Midoriya grunts. "No."

"Uhh, have you tried scratching it?"

Midoriya turns to face him, and Kirishima sees how his face is pink with tears streaking down his reddened freckled cheeks, and he inhales sharply to stop himself from pinching that adorable face. Midoriya is distressed, focus!

"There's an.. itch. And I probably need you to.. like, satiate it."

Oh.

Okay.

Suddenly, Kirishima's tired brain flares. Memory flashing, remembering those hastily typed google searches of reasons why a bunny pounces, circles, grunts, bites, and is a bunny gonna eat me if he suddenly pounces and bites on my neck? I mean, not me haha. Of course. But. Okay, nevermind. And the results are all the same—

"I need it, Kirishima." Midoriya sniffles, leaning into him.

Kirishima's heart thumps.

—Midoriya wants to mate.

Kirishima's eyes widen at the realization. The gears in his head still spinning.

"Y-you.." His face heats up, leaning away as he realizes their sudden close proximity. His heart is still thundering inside his chest, can Midoriya hear it?

He gulps, "You should, uhh, tell.. someone about this?" he stammers, playing it cool. He doesn't know if Midoriya is in his normal state of mind, and he's probably delirious because of the quirk.

Yeah, that's it.

There's no way Midoriya would think like that about him. It would make sense if it was Ochako, or Todoroki, or even Katsuki, but him?

Midoriya's eyes wet with tears lock into his. His damp eyelashes flutter as they blink, and his bunny ears twitch when he leans in closer.

"But I.. I need you now, Kirishima." Midoriya lets out a sob that tugs Kirishima's heart, "I dunno what's happening either. But I feel like.. I need you.." He continues, voice barely above a whisper, sending shivers down Kirishima's spine.

Kirishima wants to shut Midoriya up, he shouldn't say those words because it's dangerous. His heart hammers in his chest, going wild at the confession.

But noo. No, no, no, he's delirious. Definitely. Midoriya wouldn't talk to him like this normally. He's even slurring his speech. Kirishima has to do the manly thing and call Aizawa, or even anyone.

"Midoriya, I think, um, I should call someone? Just-" He tries to back away carefully but Midoriya's hand shoots out and grasps at his wrist.

"Don't leave me." He says.

Kirishima's resolve crumbles completely.

He breathes in a little sharply that it stabs, "Okay-" he clears his throat, "I-I'll stay, don't worry! But uh, let's get you inside, okay?"

Midoriya nods, flopped ears following the movement adorably. So Kirishima helps him up gently and they stumble into his room. Midoriya is still sniffling as Kirishima locks the door—just in case—and guides Midoriya onto the bed and they sit down.

They were silent for a bit, both not knowing how to start. And both are great conversationalist, by the way.

Midoriya opens his mouth first but Kirishima speaks, "Um, why are you outside my room?" Great icebreaker Kirishima. Now Midoriya flinches at his tone. He did sound like the mean girl in the movie.

"Shit, sorry, I didn't mean it like that!" He waves his hands, "It's just, uhh, if you wanted to talk to me next time I'm not around, you're free to come inside my room! Since it's you know, cold outside."

Midoriya lightly giggles, "It's fine. I was just.. I don't know. I couldn't stop the itch and next thing I know, I was outside your room. Then I felt.. emotional, I guess. I cried when I thought you were already sleeping, and it's kind of funny now that I think about it."

Midoriya seems a bit more coherent now, and Kirishima feels his worry dissipate for the elephant in the room.

"Do you know why, or what? The itch?" He says intelligently.

Midoriya's face heats up at the mention, his eyes darting to somewhere distant. "Um. I know it sounds strange coming from me, but I don't know." He explains. "I feel weird when I'm close to you. It's not.. bad." He mumbles.

Kirishima nods in understanding. He already knows in himself that he wants to help. His eyes still widen and he feels his heart thump again. And he still has to be comfortable with the fact that Midoriya is experiencing some serious bunny urges. Whatever.

He clears his throat, "I think I know what's happening Midoriya.." he says, avoiding eye contact, "I've actually researched about it earlier, and um. These, uh, s-symptoms? means uh.." he keeps stumbling over his words when his eyes keep flicking onto Midoriya's pleading ones, his face is gradually beginning to heat up.

"You know what it means Kirishima?"

"Your bunny side wants to m-mark territory.. or something." He says, voice trembling.

Midoriya's head snaps up, eyes wide, "Mark territory?"

Kirishima hesitates. He already chose the wrong choice of words, and now he's unsure how to explain it properly. He thinks, and comes up short. Okay, he's not a kid anymore, he can say the word s-s-s-s-s-sex..

"It means, uh, you might.. need some physical contact." He says. He facepalms internally.

Midoriya blinks, the realization dawning on him. "You think so?"

Kirishima's heart thumps wildly, unable to look at the man. When he does so, the thumping stops. Only for it to come back triple the intensity. He has to think carefully about his next words and decides on a, "I'll help you." His voice doesn't waver this time.

Midoriya's face lights up, "Really? Thank you then," he says, voice strong.

Kirishima nods, hand reaching out to gently touch Midoriya's shoulder. "So, I-I'll," His breath hitches. "I'll make you feel better now."

Midoriya nods.

He rubs a shoulder first with his left hand, the other reaching out to touch his head, fingers brushing down his scalp and Midoriya hums, eyes closing as he lets out a soft sigh.

As they sit there, Kirishima felt a rush of calmness wash over him, despite his heart still thumping wild. He gently pets Midoriya's hair, feeling the softness of his bunny ears. He strokes them with a finger and feels them flutter against his touch. "Is.. this okay?"

Midoriya hums, eyes still closed. "Mhmm.. it's nice."

Midoriya grabs the hand touching his shoulder and intertwines their fingers, placing their hands down on the bed as Kirishima rubs his thumb in circles. He smiles softly, maybe this is what Midoriya actually needed.

His nails rakes over Midoriya's ears, and they shake visibly now. His breath hitches at the sight, they feel like the feathers inside pillows, even though they're fur. Are they even fur actually? What if they're hair? Human hair?

"Tha's good." Midoriya slurs, face looking sleepy, and Kirishima chuckles.

"Are you drooping off, dude?" He says, still stroking his hair. Fingers brushing through green curls. The texture is not the same. Maybe they're.. pubes.. okay, no. Midoriya is hit with a bunny quirk, of course it'll be fur, it would be ridiculous if it's pubes that's on his ears. Kirishima's mind wanders.

Midoriya hums as he opens his eyes. Looking at Kirishima's focused face, unaware that he's looking as he plays with his ears. His eyes doesn't look that tired anymore, instead they look curious and mildly happy at the idea that he's helping his friend by petting him.

Midoriya feels the itch grow stronger.

His head drops slowly and they land atop of Kirishima's shoulder who flinches at the contact. The heat of his shoulder spreads through his forehead. His bunny ears brush softly against Kirishima's human ones. The hand stroking his hair went still mid-air, and Midoriya feels his racing heart, the one he's been hearing so loudly since earlier and hasn't stopped.

"Kirishima," He mutters, he knows the boy heard him by the inhale he took. Kirishima is right. He needs physical contact, that's what the itch is about. That's what's distracting him.

"I think.. I think I know what I need now."

He hears his wild pulse, his beating heart, the blood rushing to his face, and Kirishima's stuttered breaths. He hears it all. He can't believe he has to overthink about it, it's this simple. And he wants it so much.

"W-what do you need?" Kirishima says, trying to keep it cool by stroking Midoriya's back. His fingers are trembling a little bit. Midoriya has to steel his own heart.

Just being this close to Kirishima makes his senses flare up like fever. And he thinks being this close to the cause of his problem flushes his rationality down the drain.

"I have a feeling that you know it." He says, shifting his head to face Kirishima's neck, inhaling the scent, his lips touching skin. He notes the essence of soap, and the shampoo Kirishima uses, notes that Kirishima showered before coming to him, probably hung out with a bunch of others before coming to him. They probably watched a movie earlier, the one he heard, when he can only focus on Kirishima's laughter that rings downstairs earlier, before coming to him.

The boy jerks at the feeling and Midoriya just grips their intertwined hand harder. He wants to be selfish and itches to replace that scent with his.

"Please, Kirishima?" He whines under Kirishima's ear, voice pleading. His name rolls off his tongue like honey, rich and thick, like a sweet symphony on his tongue.

The thumping grows louder. He wants to bite the beating pulse, feel it race, taste it.

"You know what I need, right?" Kirishima gulps, Midoriya hears it.

He lifts his head and meets crimson's.

Kirishima's unstyled hair sticks to his forehead, eyes wild and glistening. The skin that hardens regularly looks dewy soft and honey like. His breathing is ragged and his reddened bottom lip quivers when Midoriya shifts his attention on them. The hero that goes sharp and rough on the edges as everyone knows about him, looks fluffy and tender, all because of Midoriya.

The boy nods. "..I know." He whispers, eyes never leaving his. The thumping goes impossibly louder. "And I'll help you."

That's all the confirmation Midoriya needed and he leans in, gaze lingering on Kirishima's lip. He itches to place his own there.

"Can I?"

Kirishima nods timidly, not trusting his voice to speak.

Midoriya is not having it. "Can you please use your words, Kirishima?" He says, voice soft.

Kirishima closes his eyes, cursing under his breath, "Shit, yeah.. yeah, you can."

He gulps when he feels Midoriya slowly lean in and the world stills as he presses their lips together. The hand holding Midoriya's tighten their grip as they stay there.

It's.. soft.

They're just pressing lips, not even a proper kiss, it was hesitant and searching. Like spring breeze, fleeting through the air, a promise of something more. And Kirishima's heart goes haywire.

The kiss lasts for a while when Midoriya breaks it off with a soft smooch.

Kirishima opens his eyes, and sees Midoriya's face, his eyes filled with hunger.

"Is that okay?" He breathes. He hates that his voice is laced with insecurity. But Midoriya smiles at him, and moves to settle between Kirishima's spread legs.

"I've never kissed before." Midoriya confesses, he's not shy about it, in fact he seems confident, laying his vulnerability bare before Kirishima and letting him have it.

Kirishima's eyes go wide at that, and he feels a semblance of control in the situation knowing he has the experience. "I guess I can show you how. Did you.. like it?"

"Yes."

"It's better when you move your lips," Kirishima smiles, sharp teeths showing.

It's him who leans in this time, lifting a hand to hold Midoriya's jaw, and kisses him. He leads him, lips moving gently across his, and using the hand holding his jaw to angle his face. They lock together perfectly.

He pulled away briefly to speak, "You can just follow me, I'll make it feel good." Then captured his lips with more intention than he can admit.

His lips brushed his, a hint of hunger. Then he deepened it. The hand holding his jaw tenderly balled into fist in curly hair as a sudden rush of desire creeped up his nerves.

His eyebrows furrowed in focus when Midoriya eagerly keeps up with him, he feels him actively learn from him when to suck, and how to work open his mouth to kiss properly. He met him with a ferocity that stole his breath. Each gasp a promise—each tug of hair an ownership.

He sucks his bottom lip one last time before he drew back, a thin saliva connecting them and he wipes it off with a thumb.

"Is that okay-"

Midoriya looks crazed, "More," he says and he dove in.

Midoriya surges, pressing their lips together so hard that it pushes Kirishima onto the bed, back hitting the cushions. Kirishima grips his shoulder as Midoriya controls the kiss this time. He should've known that Midoriya will learn fast. Of course he's good at everything, even at kissing.

The hands holding each other breaks off to touch each other's bodies hastily. It's such a harsh contrast to their soft, gentle first and second kiss. They break off the kiss only to breath and gasp before diving back in, smacking sounds fills the quiet of the room. Midoriya uses Kirishima's heartbeats as a leverage on how he feels good, he swipes his tongue and it goes thundering, so he pushes his tongue in and he hears it pound against his ribcage.

He lets out a whine when Kirishima tangles their tongues together, making the kiss messy and wet. The itch doesn't satiate this time, it only grows hungrier. More needy.

His hearing picks up more heartbeats, and he realizes with a gasp that his is racing loudly too. He feels his rib give way for the thumping heart, chest pounding.

Suddenly Kirishima pushes him off with a hand on his mouth, Midoriya goes with a needy whine, looking down at him with glistening eyes.

"Time out," Kirishima lets out, breathing hard. "That was good. Y-you're a good kisser."

"Mowe, Kiwishima." He says, muffled. He tries to lean in again but the hand on his mouth keeps him from doing so. Part of him thought that he should've pinned those resisting wrist like he did the first time, but a major part of him thought that that wasn't exactly a nice idea to entertain. He just hope his kicked-puppy face will do the work.

Kirishima laughs, "You're speaking in caveman now, let's chill for a bit, I think I'll die." He says, rubbing Midoriya's nape as he does so, and the boy exhales out a soft whimper.

"Sorry, I'm just.. this is what I need."

"Mhm," Kirishima hums, looking at the way Midoriya looks at him, eyes begging, brows furrowed, eyes wide and all with his swollen lips formed into a pout. He absolutely cannot resist. He's only human after all.

"All right, I'm good, c'mere."

He brings his head closer to him and Midoriya moans when they kiss for the fourth time.

Bodies colliding as they crash onto each other, lips bruising in a kiss that leaves no room for air. Midoriya feels Kirishima's heart with his, what with their chest touching and all, with no body part distancing. He thinks he can taste his heartbeat through his tongue. So he does, swiping the roof of his mouth and Kirishima lets out a delicious gasp.

It was both hunger and satiety for Midoriya. It was madness, it was teeth clashing, breaths mingled, hair tangled in each other's hands, and just like that, Midoriya's world narrows into this all-consuming moment. He feels his hunger satisfied, and yet, he wants more.

He holds onto him so sweetly as he lose his control. All he can breathe in is Kirishima, and all he can hear are their heartbeats, and it's the only thing that matters at the moment.

He cannot ignore the tightness in his pants, and accidentally pulls at Kirishima's hair only for him to moan into the kiss. Midoriya wants more—more of him, more of this.

He bites his bottom lip albeit a little too harsh and the hand on his nape scratches at the skin, his heart flutters, stomach storming with butterflies. "W-wai- mmph-" Midoriya kisses him more, hands gripping his body like an anchor as he devour him whole.

Kirishima clutches at his shirt, his hair, tugging everywhere so he doesn't fall, even though he's safe under his hold. His scalp stings with Midoriya's grip, and he feels lightheaded with the way his heart palpitates and the way Midoriya kisses him like he's eating him, and it feels—good.

Midoriya grinds his erection against Kirishima's crotch, and both moaned at the feeling, kiss stuttering as their jaws go slack in sync. Midoriya drops his head beside Kirishima as he rolls his hips again, a whimper escaping past his kiss-swollen lips when Kirishima meets him halfway.

"Midoriya," Kirishima breathes, eyes staring dazedly up the ceiling, "Take your pants off."

"Yeah," the man in question whispers, hands on his hips, grabbing the waistband of Kirishima's shorts.

Kirishima feels his face burn as the fabrics of his shorts and boxers bunches at his ankles, kicked away in a blur.

Midoriya's hands were back on his body, scarred hands touching soft skin, exploring rough and sure, like he's marking unknown territory. Kirishima is left with just a shirt, and the embarrassment just grows as Midoriya keeps touching him.

"I meant yours.. but this is fine too."

Midoriya pulled back to look. And he let out a fucking whimper as he stares.

Hands immediately went under his thighs to lift them and spread Kirishima open. His throbbing dick is out and he can't look at Midoriya's face. He can't with how needy Midoriya looks for him. He gulps as his gaze rakes over his lower body.

"You're gonna let me?" Midoriya says in awe, Kirishima isn't looking but he knows that from the voice alone, he is smiling.

Kirishima nods shyly, "Yeah, of course." He says, like it's always been a certainty. Like it's a given fact in the universe that of course he lets Midoriya have him—of course.

He reaches behind his pillows for his lube, the color on his cheek deepens as the bottle is exposed. "..I trust you." And hands it over to him.

He quickly turns over to show himself bare before Midoriya. Huffing into the pillow to hide his embarrassment. He's just helping.. he's just gonna help. And give what Midoriya needs from him.

Nothing at all.

But Midoriya stares at the bottle on his hand like it means more than something. Heavier on his hand than it should be.

"..Kirishima." He starts, but stops himself.

Kirishima huffs a quiet laugh into the pillow. "You're thinking too hard."

Yeah.. he so is.

He wonders what happens after this quirk is gone. Wonders if this means something for their relationship. The line is crossed, and there's no going back. Right now, with Kirishima presenting himself before him, for him.. something snaps in him tight. Desire floods him once, all at once, too much.

Every senses dials up, his instincts telling him to move, to mark, pulling him forward and towards him. Telling him to let go, and let it take over. And that's what scares him.

"I don't want to hurt you." He says.

"You won't. Not gonna let you." Kirishima turns his head, crimson eyes softer than he expects. "Besides, I just said I trust you, didn't I?"

Midoriya's ears drop softly. His body and mind wants to lean into the instinct, but he knows that once he made that decision—or the lack thereof, he won't be someone he recognizes. He knows his breathing is uneven. Turning ragged maybe, looking everywhere but Kirishima, yet his body screams in a way that drowns out everything else—closer closer closer—

"I want this as much as you do." Kirishima whispers into the pillow, voice muffled, and Midoriya hears it loud and clear. Behind the loud thumping in his ears, he hears Kirishima like an oasis. You don't need it as much as I do, he wants to say.

"I don't think I'll be gentle." He replies instead, tone sure.

"I want it."

Kirishima wants it, he says. Easily, like he's just offering Midoriya a book.

Like Midoriya just asked him if he can spot him at the gym. Like Midoriya just asked if he can pet his dog.

Like—like he wants it, quirk or not.

That's the line, Midoriya realizes. Not the act itself, not the physical one—this. Whether he crosses it by himself, or driven by the instincts alone.

And he doesn't quite realizes the exact moment it slips.

One moment he's uncapping the lid, trying to even his breathing by matching the pace of Kirishima's heartbeat, and the next he's leaning onto Kirishima, forehead against nape and listening to the muffled sounds of fingers fucking ass.

"Sorry," he says.

"Ah?"

"For what happened last time.."

"Don't— mhm, don't apologize. Not ya'fault."

He hears it squelch, and the way Kirishima's breathing slowly disintegrate. He's growing impatient. "Can I put it in now?"

Kirishima huffs, interrupted by his own whine when the fingers grazes a spot, "Spread your fingers," Midoriya does and he immediately suppresses a moan. "There. If you—ah—if you do that enough, maybe you can put it in.."

Midoriya does as he's told, he nibbles on Kirishima's exposed skin for the meantime. Adding the third and fourth finger at once when he deems it's stretched enough and Kirishima jerks.

Midoriya can be a little shit sometimes, Kirishima decides. "S-say a warning next time.. "

"...I said I won't be gentle."

"When you're fucking me already, then you- hng!"

Midoriya pouts, "...Sorry." He feels that same spongy spot and decides to jab at it. Kirishima squirms and he has to use his clean hand to hold him by the hip. He experiments and presses there, and Kirishima immediately lets out a moan, back arching.

"What's that?" He asks, spreading his fingers as he teases the spot. He'd be lying if he didn't say that he isn't enjoying rendering Kirishima to this.

"Ngh.. it's.. oh, you know what it is."

Midoriya frowns, he got him. "Uhh-"

"You can put it in." Kirishima says, slightly wiggling his hips. His breathing is already heavy, and he's so, so needy. "Midoriya, put it in-"

Midoriya is easy to talk to.

He quickly pulled out his fingers and lathers the remaining lube on his already exposed cock and immediately breached the rim with with a quiet whimper.

Kirishima whines when Midoriya slowly pushed in, holding him by the hips and hears his groan right next to his ear. Kirishima feels so full. He doesn't know what his dick looks like but it makes him see stars when the boy finally bottoms out. It's painful. But he feels so, so full.

"Thank you, thank you—" Midoriya chants, like he's finally being offered water after being thirsty for a long time.

The pressure is heavy inside him and he feels like he can taste it on his tongue. He wants it on his tongue. Fuck, maybe next time.

"Mm, feels so big."

Midoriya is breathing hard, "Do you like it?" He asks, voice pitchy.

Kirishima just nods, gripping the sheets tighter.

He lets out a strangled moan when Midoriya suddenly thrusts, experimentally, testing the waters. And he gasps against his ear, letting out his own whimpers and squeaks like he's the one being fucked.

"Kirishima," thrust, "I want—" he grips his hips tighter, "shit, I w-want- want to—"

"Yeah," Kirishima gasps, bangs bouncing off his forehead at the intensity of his thrusts, "Take what you want."

Midoriya does.

Kirishima knew something snaps when Midoriya suddenly lifts himself off his back and started thrusting like a maniac. Fucking him not-so-gently like he says he will. It's animalistic if he can describe it. And he can only lay there as Midoriya takes, and takes, and takes.

And even though he's driven by instincts, Kirishima still feels him angling his hips so he can perfectly fuck into his jumble of nerves. Great. It's torture disguised as pleasure. Screaming his own moans into the pillow, the bed moving along with them with quiet creaks, Kirishima lets him take as easily as breathing.

And then he feels it—as quickly as they started, a knot forming low on his stomach, his moans getting high and pitchy, but his hands stayed gripping the sheets like an anchor, as if clutching on is what his body needs more than release.

He feels almost embarrassed that he's finishing so quick. Back arching, his chest digging onto the cushions as Midoriya keeps fucking him. Hands on his body, making sure to leave marks. He wants him to leave marks. Make everybody see. Know what he did to him. And then that thought alone—he cums. Ropes of white landing on the bed and some on his chest, his body twitches and jerks with pleasure and Midoriya just keeps thrusting, hard and deep. Fucking him through his orgasm like he didn't even realize. Like the sudden tightness of his hole is just a treat, and he pounds him, sending Kirishima's body up and down.

With Kirishima's dick still hard, he thought, oh this will be a long night.

"Can't— can't cum anymore..!" Kirishima whines, body flinching everywhere as yet another intense orgasm was forced out of him, vision flickering. The sheets under his grip rips, his hardening rippling through his skin. He can't take it anymore, the pain too overwhelming that he'll probably die this way.. he doesn't know when the line between pain and pleasure blurred.

Midoriya moans, high and pitchy, signalling that he's close too, and Kirishima moans with him, unable to do anything but take it as the thrusts speeds up. At this point, every violent slam of Midoriya's hips makes the skin on his ass blossom with a reddish color. It stings, it hurts. Kirishima shudders.

Midoriya's sweaty forehead meets Kirishima's nape as his thrusts goes faster, animalistic in its pace, whimpering whiny apologies through his skin, a harsh contrast to how unapologetic he's fucking him. He just wants.

His cock going so deep that Kirishima feels it in his throat, his mouth gapes, tongue drooling uncontrollably. Every thrust is like a punch, one that fogs your mind, makes your head spin.

With one final slam, Kirishima's mouth opens wider, yet no sounds come out, his whole body trembles when Midoriya grinds his cock, strings of hot liquid spurting inside of him. Midoriya whimpers as he cums the first time.

"Thank you—" he sobs, tears running hot on the crook of Kirishima's nape, and the fur of his ears brushes his cheek as they tremble, that would've been adorable if Midoriya didn't immediately pull out and slams back in when he calms down. He's still hard. Kirishima throws his head back, back arching, running away from the abuse.

The cum inside him makes everything sloppy and wet, and Kirishima feels embarrassed that those are the sounds coming out of him. He feels it drip down his thighs, and feels some of it going deeper inside. He can't take it anymore, he's so spent.

"You can," Midoriya demands, Kirishima must've said his thoughts aloud, because he feels a rough hand on his weeping cock and his body immediately reacts. He cries, feet kicking out and attempting to close his spread legs in a futile attempt, but he stills as he shakes uncontrollably when his orgasm was ripped out of him. His scream went muffled by the pillows when Midoriya shoved him down to stiffle him.

"Mi.. doriya.." He sobs, body going limp.

Only pants and ragged breaths comes out of him, body rocking up and down as his vision swims. Maybe he'll really die today. And it's because of Midoriya's fucking dick.

The thrusts speeds up, the hands he didn't notice were there on his ass grips tightly, spreading him impossibly wider and Midoriya whines.

"Kirishima.. Kirishima.." He chants, pulling out until only the tip is inside and slams. He stills, cumming while grinding deeper. Kirishima's body jerks and tries to run away from the overwhelming pleasure and pain, but Midoriya just pulls him back, ass flush on his hips.

He pulls out, and watches the cum ooze out of his hole, the abused reddened rim winking at him, ass cheeks bruised. He hums contently and Kirishima thought it's over until his vision swims when Midoriya flips him on his back.

"Sorry, are you okay?" Midoriya asks, emerald meeting crimson's. Kirishima feels the heavy pressure of that gaze alone and he nods dazedly.

He notices the look on his face, his eyes were half-lidded, but still holds that hunger he saw earlier, albeit much intense. He observes that his eyes are glassy with tears. The blush spreads on his cheeks and neck, and the ears are flopped on his head—twitches when he notices the attention on them—he looks so cute. He wants to lift a hand to pet him but his body is too tired to do so.

"Good," says Midoriya, leaning in until their noses brush, he feels his breath as he speaks, "Because.. i think we're not finished yet." And presses their lips together.

Kirishima lets out a surprised noise at his words, he feels the hands on his thighs lift his trembling legs until his knees reach his ears—he didn't even know he was this flexible—the familiar shape of Midoriya's cockhead breaching his rim again. It slides in easily and he whines helplessly into the kiss.

He pushes in slowly, seemingly focusing on kissing Kirishima, licking everywhere inside, flicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth in a way that he knows will make Kirishima shudder.

He breaks the kiss when he bottoms out, a thin line of saliva connecting their lips, and his concentrated eyes focuses on the way Kirishima's face contorts when he grinds inside. Kirishima notes that Midoriya likes grinding it inside. Something to google later.

"Kirishima," he pulls out slowly, letting Kirishima feel each drag, "It feels good right?" And pushes in just as slowly until his balls presses hard on his rim.

Kirishima grits his teeth, "Yes," he breathes. The new pace feels uncomfortable but not unwelcomed, uncomfortable because he knows that Midoriya won't keep this pace for long, sometime later he will go animalistic in his pace again, rendering Kirishima weak. "It feels— good." He mewls at the last syllable when Midoriya grinds right on his prostrate before continuing to push slowly in.

His hands beside his head snaps into fists when Midoriya slams at the last second, pulling out a little only to slam twice as hard, body flinching at the sudden onslaught. Midoriya moans at each thrust.

And then he starts shallowly thrusting in and out, and Kirishima's head spins at the sounds, the squelch of the lube and cum inside of him. The plap plap of each thrust. Midoriya's whimpers.

"Kirishima, you know," Midoriya starts breathlessly, Kirishima doesn't move his gaze but focuses his attention on him, "I've.. been really waiting for this."

Midoriya ducks his head on the crook of Kirishima's neck, bunny ears tickling his ear, he moves his head to the side to give him space. He tries to even his breathing because right now, his heart is thundering against his chest at the sudden confession.

"So I hope you don't mind." He says, pulling out, "If I seem to like this too much.." and slams hard, knocking the wind out of Kirishima.

From then on, his thrusts are fast and deep, Kirishima's legs bounce up and down uselessly from where Midoriya placed them above his shoulders. In this position, he's forced to take it, the new angle reaching impossibly deep. His vision blurs, suddenly the white ceiling is really fucking blurry now when a fresh wave of tears runs down his reddened cheeks as he realizes the implications of those words.

He feels whoozy when Midoriya bites, not quite drawing blood but it hurts enough that makes Kirishima curls his toes. Midoriya whines against his skin, thrusts going back to its animalistic pace, the bed bounces with them at each slam. He digs his head on his shoulder, pressing him against the bed, as if he needs to be closer to Kirishima, as if he's trying to mend them together, as if the space between them hurts him.

Kirishima lets out gasps and little "ah"s from his open mouth, his tongue lolling uncontrollably, he's drooling and he's so messy, but he can't think too long about it because all he's thinking about is how that dick is hammering inside his hole, possibly rearranging his guts. Midoriya fucks like he wants his insides to be imprinted with his dick, and Kirishima's hole happily obliges by remembering every inch, sucking the cock in whenever he pulls out, and making noises like he was born for it.

Kirishima arches his back, a suddenly toe-curling pressure stabs his abdomen, his tummy jerks from his sobs, and in his fifth orgasm, no strings of white came out, and it's painful that his body runs away from nothing, eyes rolling back as he spurts none. He hiccups, but Midoriya makes no move to stop, if anything he just amps his thrusts, and for the first time, Kirishima heard him growl.

One hand detaches from the grip he has on his thighs and finds Kirishima's left hand, intertwining them. Midoriya mutters something against his skin, but Kirishima is too out of it to understand it. Violently fucked that he goes limp in Midoriya's arms, completely undone in his mercy.

Kirishima thinks he might die, and if he had a nickel for every time he thought he might die from sex tonight, he'd have three nickels, which isn't a lot, but it's.. nice that it happened thrice, because he finds that he doesn't mind dying like this. What, with the way he's babbling incoherences like "yes, fuh- feels good, nghmm!" Body rocking up and down with each thrusts like a ragdoll? Yep. He's right where he wants to be.

Midoriya cums for the third time, but he doesn't stop, shoots of his load messes up the bed and sprays everywhere as he continues his assault. He bites his shoulder again, fucking Kirishima into the bed.

Kirishima sobs, body trembling before blacking out.

Kirishima feels like he's in heaven.

Did I fucking die for real.

Well, atleast the feathers touching his skin is so soft, and the kind whispers to his ear are nice to hear. There's rough hands pressing dots on his thighs as a poor attempt in a massage and he's probably laying on a cloud, his face feels warm with the sun kissing it.

Smooch.

"Huh?"

He opens his eyes and sees an angel. An angel with bunny ears.

"Midoriya,"

The man hums, disappearing out of sight to reappear with a bottle of water. Specifically, an All Might edition hydroflask. Hmm, there's a hydroflask in heaven? Might be new updates in heaven. Now that's cool.

He giggles, "Wow, heaven is manly." He says, grabbing the flask with two hands.

He looks at the angel who's wearing an All Might shirt. "Heaven?" The angel says, raising a brow.

He nods, then slows as the room came into view. There's All Might posters and figurines everywhere. He's pretty sure this is not allowed in heaven since it's considered Ideology. Or something—he probably got the name wrong—unless this is not heaven.

"Oh." The realization dawns on him with a gulp.

Midoriya burst into laughter, clutching his stomach. Kirishima just stares unimpressed.

"Not funny. I thought I died because of your—" he stops, cheeks blushing, "your not-so-gentle way."

He looks down as he opens the flask and drinks through the straw and sees that he's wearing his favorite Crimson Riot hoodie and he feels a gentle pressure on his shoulder, he brings a hand and feels gauze pads taped on it.

"It's probably gonna heal in 3 days." Midoriya speaks up, sitting closer to him. His face looks so glowy, and so happy that Kirishima is stunned.

"I'm so—"

"If you say sorry one more time."

Midoriya shuts up.

"Anyway, why are we in your room? Did mine get so, like, dirty that we can't sleep in it?" He jokes, and sees that Midoriya just looks guilty.

He stares. "No way."

Midoriya nods solemnly.

"You- I mean, we kinda tore a hole in the cushions and your sheets need washing. So I did that.. and don't worry! I cleaned everything. Including you, and your clothes, and I just moved you here, figured the bed will be better." He looks unsure, "Unless you don't like it? I'll buy you a new bed. Or if you're uncomfy with me paying, I'll convince Momo to make one and get her a new tea she'll like-"

Kirishima scratches the back of his neck, eyes drifting everywhere hut Midoriya's face, "Nah dude, it's alright. The bed's nice, heavenly actually and it's.." He pauses, "it smells like you."

Midoriya freezes, hands flailing everywhere, "R-really?! I— sorry I'll change the sheets again—!"

"No!" Kirishima blurts, then coughs to his fist. "It's not bad. I mean- just noticeable."

Then there's a beat, a long one.

The air feels different. It's not suffocating or awkward like those teenage morning-after they did something dangerous, just aware. Like both are standing over the edge of something and both are waiting for the other to slip. Neither wanting to slip.

Kirishima exhales, rubbing his neck on where those phantom touches and kisses are still lingering. "Hey, so about last night.."

Midoriya immediately stiffens, ears rigid, and hands clutching on the hem of his All Might shirt. "Um if you're uncomfortable I understand. I should've controlled myself better—the quirk is not an excuse for- all that, and I-"

"Midoriya."

He stops.

Kirishima looks at him properly now, crimson eyes red and steady. "I wasn't comfortable."

Midoriya blinks, like he didn't understand why. "You're not?"

Kirishima nods, "I'll admit it was a lot, yeah, and you were—" he gestures vaguely with his hands, "Intense. But I.. knew it was you. I maybe not understand it, but I don't hate you, never will, and didn't change how I see you, even though you were bunny-brained and stuff."

Midoriya breaks a nervous smile, "That's not a scientific term.. but okay."

"And," Kirishima hesitates, voice quieter now, "You were saying stuff."

Midoriya's smile falters.

Kirishima notices it, "It was pretty vague though." He swallows, "I don't know if it's the quirk talking, or you."

And silence.

Midoriya's gaze lowers, eyes holding something Kirishima doesn't understand. He looks like he's trying to think of something, his face says it all. And he looks... puzzled.

Kirishima huffs, and looks out the window, trying hard not to sulk, "Sorry, you probably don't even remember. It's alright."

"I remember it all."

Kirishima's throat tightens at his words. Head snapping in Midoriya's direction. "You do?"

Midoriya nods, shaky and honest. "The quirk doesn't make things up. It just took away the filters. Made everything louder, and harder to.. ignore."

Kirishima leans forward slightly, "So the thing you said—"

"I meant it." Midoriya blurts it out before he can stop them.

There's that silence again.

It's not awareness anymore, the atmosphere is just full of things left unsaid, waiting to be said. It's sharp, it's more fragile.

Midoriya closes his eyes, "It's not vague, it only has one meaning Kirishima." He gulps, "I wouldn't say it like that, or just like that, or—while—" he flusters, face burning, "You know. But I've liked you for a whi- a long time Kirishima. I just didn't want to mess everything up. It was supposed to be after graduation, you know? And so the quirk happened, and it just— everything spilled out."

Kirishima's heart stopped working for a second.

"A—a long time?" He stutters.

"Halfway through first year." Midoriya said, still not looking up, "You're brave, you're kind and strong, and handsome, and you always want to save everyone while making them feel safe and at the same time you're trying to be better which I think is—" he stops himself, biting his lip. "Sorry, rambling again."

Kirishima stares at him, cheeks getting red by the second.

And then he laughs, chest bubbling with laughter and claps a hand on Midoriya's shoulder.

"Man—" he mutters, removing the hand quickly to run it through his hair. Midoriya misses the warmth. "I thought it was the quirk talking."

Midoriya finally looks up, startled. "What?"

Kirishima shrugs, suddenly feeling sheepish. "I mean, I thought you're just like that because of bunny instincts and stuff. I even looked it up, didn't think you actually meant it."

"I did." Midoriya says immediately.

Kirishima laughs again, nervous. "Huh." Midoriya laying down his feelings so confidently to him makes him say everything so easily.

Then he scratches his cheek with a finger, "I've.. kinda liked you a bit too. That's awesome."

Midoriya's cheeks go red, "Y-you did?"

Kirishima hums, "Mhm. Probably not as long as you though, I just thought it would be nice being with you, kinda thing. Didn't think it was going to be.. you know, this."

Midoriya looks at him like he just rewrote reality. "So, what does that mean?"

Kirishima looks up, "I think it means.." he says slowly, "That we don't forget like none of this ever happened."

Midoriya's breath catches.

"And," Kirishima continues, a crooked smile on his face forming, "We don't blame this on the quirk and figure this thing out properly." He says with an exhale. "And without you going full bunny mode on me." He adds. A small sly grin on his face.

Midoriya's entire face go red. "Sounds good."

Kirishima nods.

There's still a lot to unpack that's for sure. lots of tangled lines still in place. Feelings, boundaries and stuff and whatever the hell just happened between them.

For now though, Kirishima is hopeful.

BONUS >:)

The first sign everyone notices that something was off was not even subtle. And they noticed it too quick.

Well it was persistent. And glaringly obvious.

It was the same day, and Kirishima is in the middle of a conversation about Tomodatchi Life with Kaminari in the common room when he notices it again. That soft padding of feet behind him. It's not disruptive, it's just there. It's consistent.. and loud only to his ears. Not because he's also been hit with a bunny quirk that causes heightened senses or something but because it's watching.

Watching him.

Kaminari squints mid-sentence. "Bro, why does it feel like you've got a side quest following you?"

Kirishima turns and sees a very not suspicious Midoriya halting mid-step.

He sees him way too close, just one lean and Midoriya's chest will be pressing with the back of Kirishima's hoodie. His posture is stiff, eyes wide like a deer caught, if a deer had very noticeable bunny ears twitching on top of his head.

"...'Sup man." Kirishima says slowly.

Midoriya nods.

Doesn't move.

Kirishima should be scared at this point. Midoriya just stays there, staring at him wide eyed, and Kaminari just leans sideways slowly, head peaking over Kirishima's shoulders.

"You good?" Kaminari asks.

"Yep." Midoriya says almost immediately. Eyes never leaving Kirishima.

"...Why are you breathing like that?"

"I'm not."

...He is.

It's very obvious in the quiet of the room when everyone pauses after Midoriya's caught in his weird-following-Kirishima-thing. His inhales are sharp and his exhales slowly dragging. Kaminari narrows his eyes.

Kirishima just rubs the back of his neck, "You, uh, you need something?"

Midoriya looks away for the first time, hesitating.

And then his palms slowly make a move to softly grab the hems of his hoodie and step forwards and then—

Presses his forehead on Kirishima's shoulder.

"WHAT—" Kaminari chokes, pulling out a disbelieving finger, pointing at the two.

"Sorry!" Midoriya blurts but he's not exactly doing anything to move. In fact he just digs his shoulder more, like he just found a goood spot. "I'm just— I'm good! I'll just be here! This is fine."

Kaminari is losing his mind, looking sideways to see if anyone's seeing what he's seeing. "BRO??"

Mina lowers her phone, rising up from her seat on the couch, like this whole thing fuels her entire existence. "It's happening." She says, eyes sparkling. "Oh. My God. Oh my god!"

Kirishima, meanwhile, whole face red as his hair, is frozen in place. Like he wants to push Midoriya away—he does not—but it's only because everytime he shifts, the grip on his hoodie just tightens, like Midoriya will bolt if Kirishima suddenly moves.

"N-nothing's happening!" He shoots back quite late. "It's the- the quirk! He's going through something!"

Jirou hums nonchalantly from the couch. "That something involves using you as a body pillow while standing." She says as a matter of fact. She's not even looking at them how the fuck—

Midoriya whines into his hoodie, and it clicks.

He sighs, not a hint of annoyance. "..You're gonna stick close, huh?"

Midoriya stills, hands curling on the sides of his hoodie. "..Yeah." He admits quietly.

Jirou makes a strangled noise.

Kaminari gasps, hands clutching Jirou's arm. "I can't do this."

Mina just smiles wide, "Shut up, you're witnessing romance."

"No it's not—!" Kirishima starts but falters when Midoriya shifts to press his cheek onto his shoulder, face facing the crook of his neck.

"...Okay maybe a little." He admits.

His ears twitch. A content little hum coming out of him. Deciding that the conversation no longer concerns him and settle into his spot.

Kaminari gasps dramatically, clutching at his chest now.

Mina snickers and pulls out her phone. "Group chat's gonna love this."

"DO NOT—" Kirishima says immediately but just sighs, shaking his head.

Beside him, Midoriya's grip tightens, just a little.