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get-shiggy-with-it · 4 years ago

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Ch. 3

18+ MINORS DNI

Pairing: Shigaraki x Dabi (just this part), Tomura Shigaraki x fem!reader (very brief and vague reference to Dabi x Hawks)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: smut and feels, it's literally just smut, blow jobs, friends(?) with benefits, blow jobs, anal fingering, light degradation (both for shigs and reader), could maybe be interpreted as slight dubcon, dirty talk, slutty dabi, dabi is an asshole, so is tomura, reader has gender neutral pronouns, I'm keeping it fem cause Shigs hates women and calls them that

Ch. 1 | Ch. 2 | Ch. 3 | Ch. 4 | Ch. 5 | Ch. 6

Summary: In which the boys share in some good ole roommate bonding activities and Tomura has a blow job induced epiphany.

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Taglist: @dillybuggg (shoot me an ask if you want to be tagged and make sure to check my rules!)

Dabi’s mouth was wet and so fucking warm as he swallowed around Tomura’s dick.

“Oh fuck…” he groaned as Dabi hummed around his length and did that thing where he flicked the ball of his tongue ring over Tomura’s slit.

Bright blue eyes stared up through deceptively long lashes, smirking at the way Tomura drooled as he got his soul sucked out the tip of dick. The mattress underneath him creaked despite the negligible weight of both their bodies. Dabi settled on his stomach between Tomura’s pale thighs leaving fingerprint bruises in soft flesh.

They did this sometimes, though he wasn’t quite sure when exactly it started. Dabi had been his randomly assigned roommate freshman year and he grew so used to living with him that the two of them had just silently, yet mutually agreed not to fuck something up that wasn’t broken. They both berated each other for their strange and somewhat disgusting habits—Dabi would say that Tomura was a gross shut-in creep who needed a fucking shower and Tomura called Dabi out on his slutty pastimes and obsession with piercing the hell out of every available inch of skin.

And sometimes they sucked each other off.

It was overall not a terrible arrangement—Dabi got his fill of dick and Tomura could no longer be made fun of for being completely inexperienced. Plus, as much as he was loathe to admit, Dabi was really fucking good at oral. Like, demonically good. He’d been going down on Tomura for so long now too that he’d learned all the things that had him spilling onto that pierced tongue in minutes.

Tomura jerked from his thoughts when two, lube slicked fingers prodding at his ass.

“Dabi, what the fuck are you—” he protested, wiggling his scrawny hips up the bed and inadvertently letting his cock slip out of the inviting heat between his roommate’s lips.

He couldn’t see much other than the shaking mop of black hair and pale hands with chipped black nail polish digging into his legs, yanking him back.

“Shut up freak,” Dabi slurred, words slick with spit and Tomura’s precum. Dabi said it tasted like battery acid, but it never stopped him from guzzling it like he did with cheap whiskey and cigarettes on the weekends. “I know you like it.”

He did like it, but Tomura wasn’t about to contribute to the fucking evil grin Dabi was giving him as he circled the tight ring of muscle, slipping in a finger to the first knuckle.

Tomura’s head flopped back on the pillows as he bit back a low moan, “Fuck off.”

“If you say so,” Dabi shoved his finger in roughly, squeezing a second in behind it and letting Tomura bask in the burn of being stretched too quickly before ripping his hands away.

“No!” Tomura wailed pretty fucking shamelessly and grabbed the retreating wrist, placing Dabi’s tatted hand back on his dick that throbbed and leaked painfully.

“Dude, what’s gotten the fuck into you?” his roommate asked, smirking still, but pumping Tomura's cock loosely nonetheless. “Our walls are thin as hell, you know I can hear you jerkin' it in here every night, and now you’re practically begging for me to suck you off. Usually I gotta come to you.”

He was infuriatingly right again.

Tomura had indeed asked for him to do this, which was definitely out of character for him. Most of the time when they ended up in this position, it was because Dabi spent hours hounding him about it or just fucking dropped to his knees and whipped Tomura’s cock out in the middle of a movie night or snuck into his room while Tomura was gaming and swallowed him whole just to laugh at the way his online friends reacted to the noises.

He’s just been so pent up lately, and you insisting on fucking touching his arm or sitting on the floor between his feet at League meetings was really not helping it.

“I don’t know,” Tomura lied, both to Dabi and himself in the hopes that the head of black hair would just go back to bobbing on his dick like he so desperately needed it to.

“Bro, I have fucked with enough people to know when they’re wishing I was someone else,” Dabi scoffed and ran a blessedly hot tongue from base to tip and suckled softly at the blush pink head before pulling back with a wet pop. “So who is it?”

“I’m not fucking thinking about anyone,” Tomura hissed, fisting Dabi’s spiky, black locks and thrusting into his mouth till he felt the contractions of Dabi gagging around his length. “Usually you're jumping at the chance to get dick in your mouth, so why does it matter?”

Dabi pulled back, wiping the silvery string of spit leaking past his lips away and scowling as his fingers ghosted over Tomura’s balls and sank back into his pliant ass.

“Seriously creep, I’m five seconds away from ghosting and you can fuck your hand like the sad little bitch you are. So tell me their name or I’m walking right now.”

Tomura huffed as he felt Dabi’s long, rough fingers pulled from him again and the heat of his mouth growing farther away.

“Ugh fine, it’s that bitch I’ve been working on the English thing with.”

Dabi made a face like his brain was buffering.

“Seriously?” he asked, mouth gaping in a way that had Tomura even more furious his dick wasn’t buried in it.

“Yes!” he shouted and grabbed Dabi’s cheeks in both hands, sinking past his waiting lips and practically purring when he felt them close around the base as his long tongue massaged the shaft. “Oh god yes…”

Dabi rolled his eyes, managing to look smug even with a cock stretching his lips taught against the piercings. He used to try and tease Tomura about how small his dick was, but it was hard to believe him. Especially with how he choked sometimes when Tomura got rough with him despite his boasts of lacking a gag reflex. Not to mention how he looked now, jaw probably aching with the stretch and loving every second of it.

Tomura lazily bucked his hips up and whined high when the fingers in his ass curled and thrust against that fucking spot he hadn’t known was there until Dabi found it for him.

The pleased sound he made tapered off into a growl though, when his roommate with questionable benefits pulled off again to run his slutty fucking mouth.

“Tell me about it,” he mumbled, kitten licking at Tomura’s cock and running the ball of his piercing through the slit again. Tomura gulped when he pulled it back into his mouth to swallow the bead of precum he’d collected. “I’ve seen your fucking paramour around before, pretty serious about school though. And kinda out of your league too, not gonna lie. So, what would you do if your cute little partner was here instead?”

Tomura bristled at the insult but couldn’t keep his pissed off look when Dabi went back to sucking his cock like a pro and curling those fucking fingers against his prostate. When he did speak, he blushed hard at the way his voice cracked and sounded like he was crying.

“I don’t fucking—holy shit—know,” he gasped and Dabi hummed both to egg him on and to get a whole new wave of precum gushing out of Tomura’s dick.

“C’mon man,” Dabi groaned, and Tomura distinctly heard the sound of a pants zipper and felt Dabi’s hips canting against the sheets.

That fucking masochistic whore. He would get off to Tomura dirty talking about someone else while he sucked his dick.

He considered stopping the whole thing right there, but then Dabi was sinking a third finger into his ass and thrusting hard while he hallowed his cheeks around Tomura’s cock and sucked—

“Tits!” Tomura cried and covered his burning, red cheeks with his hands. “I want to put my fucking face in them and taste them in my mouth. Sometimes I can see the outline of their nipples when we’re working and the air conditioning comes on and I want to suck on them so fucking bad I can’t think about anything else the whole night.”

Once he got started, Tomura found the words just spilled from him like a dam had burst. Dabi, the depraved bastard, groaned loud and ground his pierced dick harder against the mattress as he continued to deepthroat Tomura’s cock and fuck his ass at that perfect angle.

“Sometimes when they drag me to their stupid club I lose the rounds cause I—oh god, oh fuck—just imagine them in my lap, sitting on my cock and fucking writhing and squeezing me while we face off. Such a fucking—Dabi more!—stereotypical try-hard, bitch but I want to be inside them so fucking bad,” he felt actual tears stinging the raw corners of his eyes when Dabi sped up on his dick.

Tomura scrapped his nails against Dabi’s scalp, holding on for dear life as his breathing became even more ragged than usual. His friend’s cruelty streak reared its ugly head as Dabi sensed the tensing of Tomura’s balls and the clench of his tight ass and slowed down a fraction, keeping him teetering on the edge of an explosively pleasurable release.

“Fucking asshole,” he growled, but didn’t dare try to fuck Dabi’s face lest he make good on his threat to leave Tomura high and dry. “I just—shit, ah, don’t stop—they talk to me sometimes and I just wanna suck their tongue into my mouth so they shut up and I need to hear them fucking falling apart or using that stupid, stuck up teacher voice on me and fucking my ass—Dabi Fuck—is that what you wanted to hear?”

Dabi, because he got off on being a little shit, gave him one last delicious swallow before pulling back and fisting Tomura’s sopping wet cock. The fingers had stopped thrusting and were now pressed hard against his prostate, sending shocks through his body and making him twitch violently as his blood rushed with endorphins. He never stopped grinding his own dick against Tomura’s cotton sheets the whole time.

“You got it bad huh, don’t ya creep,” he mused, letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips and keep his palm slick. “That’s the most I’ve ever heard you talk about fucking anything, much less another actual person.”

“No I fucking don’t, “ Tomura writhed against the pillows, giving in to the undeniable urge to simultaneously fuck up into Dabi’s hand and ride his fingers.

“Who knew you were such a desperate whore, falling for the first person to show you a modicum of attention,” Dabi jeered and squeezed the tip of his dick hard, listening to Tomura let out a choked sob. “I’m actually kinda proud of you, bro. My little incel baby’s growing up.”

Dabi cooed at Tomura, sinking sharp teeth deep into the meat of his thigh and sucking a bruise into the flesh.

“You’re the one—nghh—getting off on it,” Tomura clapped back but didn’t bother denying it again.

There was a sense of dread growing in his gut alongside the mounting pleasure of his orgasm that Dabi was currently holding hostage. Dabi may have had a dickish personality just as massive as the actual dick that was currently painting his comforter in stains, but he knew Tomura.

And he did, admittedly have much more experience with these types of things.

“Fuck yeah I am,” Dabi grunted. “Last time I let you return the favor you bit my fucking cock. I gotta get off somehow.”

“Don’t say rude shit to me and I won’t bite you.”

“Watch it, Tomura,” Dabi huffed and nipped at his thigh again. “You should be thanking me for my services.”

“Not if you’re gonna keep running your mouth instead of sucking me off,” he tried to sound intimidating but he was well and truly wrecked and couldn’t find the energy to give his words an edge.

“You should ask them out,” Dabi continued, ignoring the failed attempts at banter. “Bring ‘em over or some shit. Maybe then if I lock down that blonde piece of ass I’ve been talking to, we’ll both have much more interesting things to go down on.”

“Your whore ass is the one always jumping me, don’t act like it’s a fucking chore,” Tomura groaned as Dabi started licking at his cock again, pressing sloppy, half kisses on the tip as he jerked it in his fist.

“Not my fault I get bored sometimes,” he replied and closed his eyes as Tomura clenched particularly hard around Dabi’s relentless fingers. “But seriously, you should go for it. I’d kill to find out if you’re just as bad at eating pussy as you are sucking dick.”

“Fuck y—” Tomura started to say when Dabi reared up till they were chest to chest and their foreheads knocked together.

“I fucking will if you don’t shut up, creep, and I think it’d be so much better if you handed your fucking virginity to that pretty little partner bitch instead,” he said and stunned Tomura into silence when he licked into his mouth.

Dabi had kissed him before, but Tomura could count the number of occasions on one hand and almost all had been when his punk ass roommate was drunk as hell and in his feels about some tortured past. But Dabi’s eyes were bright and lucid now, blinking down at Tomura as he dragged their tongues together, flooding his mouth with the faint taste of cigarettes and jizz.

Their cocks brushed together too, the stimulation making Tomura whine into Dabi’s lips, who dropped a merciful hand down, taking them both in his fist and began pumping.

He didn’t stop as he pulled back, grinning down at Tomura like a fucking maniac—all shitty tattoos and silver piercings. The little barbels that stuck through Dabi’s nipples brushed against his own and made him moan at the cool metal and hot skin on his sensitive chest. Tomura was fucking sensitive everywhere, as Dabi had helped him discover, probably from a lifetime of being touched more by cheap sweatshirts than human hands.

“Now,” Dabi grunted as he thrust loosely against Tomura’s cock and his own fist before pulling away to settle back between his legs. “Shut up and cum down my throat—gotta give your virgin ass a refresher on mind shattering orgasms, so you know if that bitch is any good or not.”

Tomura’s tongue was halfway around a witty comeback when Dabi swallowed him to the hilt once again and started working his ass even harder. He really fucked hoped the neighbors were not home to hear him get his shit rocked at 2pm on a fucking Tuesday, cause Dabi might have been flunking out of his classes but he’d get a goddamn A plus for sucking dick.

The hand on his thigh, spreading him open, migrated to his hip so that Tomura could snap his legs shut hard around Dabi’s ring littered ears as he guided Tomura to grind down on his hand. The pressure in his gut built up exponentially higher now that Dabi wasn’t trying to hold him on the edge of climax. It took an embarrassingly short amount of time for him to acquiesce to Dabi’s request, as he tightened up in a full body clench before gripping Dabi’s hair and spilling rope after rope of hot, sticky release straight onto his roommate’s tongue.

Dabi, the fucking slut, made a show of swallowing every drop that spilled from Tomura’s abused cock, milking his prostate the whole time and only letting Tomura slip from his mouth when he was soft and finally spent.

The fingers in his ass remained though, still for the most part and slowly dipping in and out every so often. Tomura whimpered and clenched but was somewhat thankful for the remaining feeling of fullness.

“So, did you really mean all that?” Dabi asked with his signature smirk. “You really want your group project partner to cockwarm you and fuck your tight little ass?”

“Fuck off,” Tomura scowled and smacked Dabi hard across the face with an errant pillow.

Dabi yanked it from his grasp and tossed his ammunition onto the floor. “Hey, it’s not actually too bad in here,” he wiggled his fingers for emphasis which elicited an embarrassingly high gasp from Tomura, “give ‘em my number if you need a reference for asshole tightness.”

“Get the fuck out of my ass and my room,” Tomura kicked at Dabi’s back as it shook with laughter that lacked it’s usual jeering bite.

“What? Saving the cuddles for your new S/O?” he shot back, nuzzling his cum and spit covered face into Tomura’s neck.

With their chests pressed together, Tomura could feel the cooling, sticky remnants of Dabi’s own release coating his stomach. He squirmed against the sensation and pushed at the offending chest until his friend flopped down onto the scant space left between the mattress and the wall.

“Ew,” Tomura ran a finger through the mess Dabi had left smeared on him. “I’m taking a fucking shower.”

“God, finally!” Dabi exclaimed, throwing his hands in the air and producing a cigarette from god knows where. He let the paper rest between his lips unlit. “I should have thought about getting you fucked out on the reg earlier, creep, if it’ll stop you smelling like ass.”

Tomura launched the discarded pillow which hit it’s mark with a dull thump.

“You better be fucking gone when I get back,” he hissed and stumbled naked, on shaking legs into the hall and to their shared bathroom.

Dabi’s cackling followed him until the door shut and the lock clicked behind him.

Tomura turned the water on quickly, letting steam cloud the mirror before he jumped under the spray. The only products on the shelves were Dabi’s for the most part with the exception of a store brand bar of soap and some 3 in one shampoo, conditioner, and body wash.

Tomura knew he should clean himself more often, but his skin was so fucking raw all the time it hurt to do, so he mostly avoided it unless the smell got really unbearable—or Dabi was painting him in jizz whenever the opportunity presented itself.

He tried to get in and out as quickly as possible so he didn’t have the opportunity to think too hard about the admission his fuck buddy roommate had pulled from him mid blow job. Because if he did—in his post nut, clingy state—he’d most certainly imagine you were with him, tits pressed against his back and your soft, insistent tongue dipping past his lips, tasting like fruit gum and expensive cafe drinks instead of nicotine and cum.

And he really couldn’t handle that. Cause Dabi was right, he had something fucking bad for you and the thought of another rejection loomed large.

When he did towel himself off and shuffle, still naked back into his bedroom Dabi was nowhere to be seen. Tomura’s phone however, was left sitting right next to the jizz stain on his sheets. He frowned at the open balcony door where Dabi was no doubt smoking and snatched the device before tumbling onto the pillows.

He powered it on and scrolled through his notifs before one caught his eyes. You and Dabi were really the only people that ever texted him, but the contact name above this one had changed.

bitch (endearing)

— hey, starting an impromptu round of Smash soon if you’re interested <3

The stupid text heart made his chest throb and he stared at Dabi’s new nickname for you, not even noticing the fucking grin that tugged at his cheeks.

He bit his lip to stop the twitching when it pulled too hard at the chapped skin and scrambled for his clothes before shooting a quick confirmation text back. Tomura opted for his only pair of black jeans this time instead of sweats and the least stained sweatshirt he owned.

Dabi peaked around the corner when he heard the clink of Tomura’s keys. The bastard was smoking in just a pair of underwear that left half his ass on display for all the whole fucking street. He smirked, quirking his eyebrows and bringing his hands up to slip his index finger through the circle he made on the other hand in a silent, vulgar gesture.

“Screw off,” Tomura shouted over his shoulder and made for the door.

“Wrap it before you tap it, bro!” Dabi called after him, cut off by the subsequent slamming.

Tomura took the stairs two at a time, pulling out his phone and tucking the hood over his damp hair, this time to hide the growing smile playing at his lips.

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kbim · 4 years ago

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A Royal Fuck Up(Katsuki Bakugou)SFW

During training Bakugou comments on Y/N weight, which causes Y/N to start obsessing over what they eat and do.

TAGS: Fight, Weight Issue, swearing

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A single sentence can set someone off, even if the words spoken are meant. Even if the person you shot them like daggers had to intention for them to affect the victim. But sometimes, intent doesn't matter.

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"Oi, dumbass!"

I turned to look at Katsuki, he was lugging his school back over his shoulder and quicking his pace to catch up to me. The change wasn't too over the top, so no one could see that he actually wanted to walk next to me, But I could see it. Me and Katsuki had been dating in secret for a while now. We had agreed that while at U.A we didn't want to deal with the teasing from our class-mates or the fear of it getting outside of the walls of U.A; Katsuki had already been targetted by the LOV, and if they knew about us they could use it to harm either one of us.

"You know you don't have to wait to walk out of class Katsuki, it's completely normal for class-mates to walk next to each other. You are Kiri do it all of the time." Keeping it a secret truly changed nothing about our relationship, we lived in the same dorm, went to the same classes, still snuck out to the movies on weekends, but sometimes Katsuki was overly cautious. "Heck, I walk with the entire 'Baku-squad'"

"TCH, I know that doing wouldn't change how-"*SMACK* A hand slapped the back of Katsuki's head, causing him to double over and rub where the impact was. Next to Katsuki, Kirishima and Denki could be seen snickering, and to my right, I could hear Mina and Sero laughing along. "WHAT THE FUCK SHITTY HAIR?!"

"Oooh, calm down Bakugou it's punishment for you and Y/N leaving without us." Denki leaned forward and threw a peace sign wave at me, small sparks of electricity could be seen floating off of his hand. "And Denki over here wanted to see if y'all wanted to train with the rest of the gang."

"Yeah, Kac-chan. I wanted to spar with Y/N, and since you're here to you can join." I could see Katsuki visibly twitch at the pet name Denki has stolen from Midoriya; It was cute how Denki tried so hard to get close to Katsuki. Our quirks were completely incompatible for sparing; Water and Electricity don't mix. But it's always good practice for both of us.

"We would love to join you guys Kami, I'm sure Kat-- Bakugou and Mina can work on their partnered super attack." I could see Katsuki's side-eye, god I almost fucked that up, gladly only Kami was paying enough attention to notice. I turned to Mina, hoping she didn't pick up on it either. Luckily she and Sero were exchanging what little notes they had gotten during class. "It was EXPLOSIVE EROSION! Right?" As I said the name of the 'ultra-powerful move' as Kami called it I copied Mina's and Katsuki's hero poses, which earned a snort and giggle from Mina.

"Yeah, but I think we need a different name for it. Something that represents is and Bakugou's lack of ability to do it right. We still haven't done it without Bakugou getting burned from my acid." She rubbed the back of her neck and let out a soft sigh.

"Maybe I could lend a hand before me and Kami spar? I'm sure having some outside eyes could help."

"Yeah, thanks Y/N."

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As we all met in the gym after changing into our hero suits I noticed that Kiri and Sero had found some of the other hero course students to join, I thought it was only gonna be the gang but I'm fine with this as well. I walked over to where Mina, Katsuki, and Kami were warming up. When Kami looked up and saw me and practically fly over to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulders.

"Soooo, Y/N what are we gonna work on today? Oooh, maybe we should make a Plus Ultra move together like Mina and Kac-chan! We could call it Zap Gyser!" His excitement was cute, even if our quirks are incompatible it never stopped him from dreaming of us being partners. "But of course after you help Mina and Kac-chan, wouldn't want you all beat up when you help them."

"TCH, as if Fire Crack-Y/N would be beaten up by your Dunce-Face" Shit, both Mina and Kami noticed that fuck up. I guess both me and Katsuki were having a hard time keeping the pet names at bay today. But lucky for us, Katsuki activated his quirk and snapped them both of out it. "Let's get this shit over with Pinky"

As Katsuki turned away from us so his back was towards Mina we locked eyes, I could see the soft sorry he mouthed. He knelt down and swived his left knee outward, and got into his AP-Shot position, and looked back at Mina. He nodded and turn to face forward again. She started running toward him, and once she was close enough she jumped off of his knee, as she released some acid Katsuki shot off his AP-Shot. When Mina landed next to the target dummy she swept its "legs" out from under it. When she smiled and turn it towards us there was a scorched hole in its chest. The mixture of acid and explosive power made an AP-shot that errodided whatever it hit.

"Damn, that's deadly." But when I looked over to Katsuki I saw him holding onto his wrist...Right he still gets hit with the acid too. "Bakugou? You okay?" As I walk over to him, he stands and shrugs it off, oh no he doesn't.

"I'm fine, it's just some shitty burns" As he went to pass me I out stretched my arm and grabbed his shoulder, as I pushed against his shoulder I swept his feet out from under him making him fall backward and lay on the ground. "OOF"

"You KNOW, that I can heal you with my water I'm not just gonna let you go on with acid burns all over your arms." He kept trying to get up so I moved and sat on his thighs, pushing his shoulders down and activating my quirk. As he relaxed I moved the water over his arms, healing the burns. I'll admit this position is pretty intimate, but I was fine with it. It's not like I haven't satten on his lap before; Given that was In the privacy of our dorms. I was too focused on the use of my quirk but Katsuki had turned and seen the rest of the squad walking over. He had no idea how to explain this position, so he made a choice. A fucked up choice.

He grabbed onto my waist and pushed me off, I landed on my ass. As he stood up he scoffed and rubbed his now healed arms. When the others walked up he glared and shot a small explosion towards me.

"Fucking back off. Thinking someone that looks like THAT could even get close to ME." He turned and grabbed Mina. Leaving me sitting there on the ground, humiliated in front of not only our friends but also other students. I looked down at my stomach, sure I was a little thick but Katsuki knew it was healthy and was just muscle...Right?? Kami walked over and extended his hand out to help me up, his face was soft. But I didn't want his help, sure maybe Katsuki didn't mean it. But he still said it, and that means he NOTICED it.

When I got up I walked right past Kami and the rest of them and slammed open the gym doors. I could feel Kat....Bakugous eyes on me.

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After that, I stopped wearing such casual clothes around the others, and even around Bakugou. I went for more slimming outfits and even went out to buy a body shaper. Heros are meant to be perfect, and my body was nowhere near perfect. I knew Bakugou noticed the extra time I spent in the gym, and how I wouldn't eat with the others in the dorm at night. But he never said anything, just acted as nothing had changed.

But it was worth it, my body had toned up so much I had to send in a new design for my hero suit to the school. The day I walked into class with it on was everything; It slimmed down in all the right places and showed the definition in the best places. But no one said anything, Kami gave me a worried look but nothing else. But there was ONE person who noticed.

"Ooh, Y/N slimmed down. You're looking like a model on one of those slutty mags." Mineta... Was the only one who noticed...But he notices every girl, was it really worth it? Bakugou heard what he said, he was about to stalk over and blow him to pieces. No, not on my watch.

"Hey, Mineta! You wanna train? I use some work on civilian aid." I saw both of them stop dead in their tracks, however, their faces were completely different; Mineta's lighted up like a tree on fire, and Bakugou's dropped. He even looked pale.

"Oh hell yeah! I would play dead just to get picked up by that bod." Just smile, smile, smile, smile. Mineta practically ran over to me, and when he reached him a slapped my ass. I didn't know what to do, so I just smiled.

"Heh... Yeah, thanks, Mineta. I've been working really hard on it lately. I'm glad someone has noticed."

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This went on for two weeks; Me and Mineta teaming up, him slapping my ass, and Bakugou staring from a distance. I haven't even talked to him since he called me FAT. I haven't even talked to my other friends either. This was getting harder and harder to put with.

"One more day with Mineta." I hadn't realized I said that out loud...

"What was that Babe?" ugh, I hated that. He had started calling me that a week ago, I never told him to stop cause it riled upBakugou. Mineta turned toward me.

"Oh, uh. I was just saying after today I'm gonna go back to training with Bakugou and the gang. I think I have civilian aid down for now." His face dropped, and glare now engulfed his face.

"Oh, so that's how it's gonna be? You'll only hang out with me when you need someone to compliment you? When you need to have your ego inflated?" Shit, no that's not what I said. I heard the gym doors open and close, I knew it was the gang. They always trained at this time, that's why I always brought Mineta here to train with me, so I could show them how better I look. But please no... I closed my eyes as Mineta kept braiding me. "Is that's all I am Babe, a thing to follow you around and call your fucking ugly body hot? Got you are such a slut for compliments. I bet you're just a WHORE in general."

It went quiet, he must have stopped talking. He must be done now. Thank god..... But when I opened my eyes I could see him wrapped up in tape and stuck on the floor. Sero was still wrapping the rest of him up. Kami looked over to me and walked over, as he wiped the tears I never knew I made off of my face he pulled me into a hug.

"It's okay Y/N." He started rubbing my back and I just deflated, as I went limp against him I heard sobs escape my mouth. This was humiliating... I pushed Kami away and went to get up. But his hand gripped my wrist. I pushed against it trying to get him to let go. "Stop pulling Y/N" His voice was stern.

"NO! Let go Kaminari, let me go!" I struggled and pulled against him, trying my hardest. But I was tired and hungry. It was no use, but that didn't mean I wouldn't keep trying. "This is humiliating enough! I went to the fucking perviest person I knew and he still called ME FUCKING FAT! AFTER EVERYTHING I'VE DONE I'M STILL UGLY!"

And at that he let go, the tears streamed down my face, my hands were shaking, and my stomach really fucking hurt. When I looked up everyone was staring at me. Standing in a semi-circle they watched me cry, their faces filled with a mixture of worry and anger. And then I got to him, he was the only one crying...

"I tried so hard. To make you proud of what you saw, to make me into something that 'could get close to you'." His eyes were filled with hurt when I said those words, he knew he was the one that set this off. He reached his hand forwards and walked towards me. Wrapping me into a hug. Every time I let out a sob to choke he squeezed tighter. "Katsuki I-"

"Shut the fuck up" His words were sharp but his tone was soft. I felt more arms around me as the other hugged me as well. I could hear Kami sniffling.

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Thank you for reading! I know this was a kinda weird chapter but I had a rough day yesterday and needed to write about the self-image shit.

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