MHA 2025!

Meanwhile, in the depths of the Slytherin dungeons, a different kind of turmoil was brewing. Bakugo, usually a volcanic force of explosive energy, had become a simmering cauldron of suppressed rage and confusion. His usual taunts were absent, his strides less forceful. Even his explosions seemed muted, lacking their usual ferocity.

"Oi, Bakugo, what's your problem?" Eijiro Kirishima demanded, his brow furrowed with concern. He, Denki Kaminari, Hanta Sero, Mina Ashido, Kyoka Jiro, and the rest of Slytherin House had been subjected to Bakugo's foul mood all week. It was like walking on eggshells, except the eggshells occasionally erupted in miniature explosions of frustration.

"Nothing!" Bakugo snapped, his voice dangerously low. He slammed his trunk shut, the force of it rattling the shelves that held the Slytherin potions ingredients. Everyone jumped back, fearing an outburst.

"Don't give us that crap, Bakugo," Mina said, stepping forward, her usual bubbly personality replaced with a determined glint in her eyes. "You've been a right bastard all week. What's eating you?"

Bakugo glared at them, his crimson eyes blazing. "I said nothing! Now leave me alone!" He stormed towards his dorm room, slamming the door with a resounding bang.

Kirishima exchanged worried glances with the others. "I'll talk to him," he said, a determined set to his jaw. He knocked on Bakugo's door. "Bakugo, it's me, Kirishima. Can I come in?"

Silence.

"Bakugo, please. We're worried about you."

A muffled groan came from inside. "Just... go away, Kirishima."

Kirishima sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Alright, but I'm here if you need me." He pushed the door open and Bakugo laid face down on his bed. Kirishima sat on the end of the bed asking again, "whats wrong?"

"Nothing!!!" Bakugo pushed him off the bed and Kirishima left.

The source of Bakugo's turmoil was a horrifying, mortifying, utterly unacceptable truth. He, Katsuki Bakugo, had had a sex dream about Izuku Midoriya.

Flashback

He hadn't been able to sleep that night, memories of the detention, of Midoriya's humiliating confession, replaying in his mind like a broken record. He tossed and turned, his body restless, his mind a battlefield of conflicting emotions. And then, it happened.

He was lying on his back, staring at the ceiling, when a warmth began to spread through his body. He felt a weight on top of him, a familiar weight, a scent that both repulsed and intrigued him. He opened his eyes and there was Midoriya, straddling him, his green eyes wide and glazed with desire.

Midoriya began to grind against him, a slow, rough movement that sent jolts of electricity through Bakugo's body. Moans escaped Midoriya's lips, soft and desperate. Bakugo's hands instinctively grabbed Midoriya's waist, pulling him closer. He buried his face in Midoriya's neck, kissing and biting, relishing the feel of his skin against his lips.

The desire was overwhelming, consuming. Bakugo no longer cared about the rivalry, the animosity, the years of pent-up frustration. All he wanted was to lose himself in the sensation, to feel Midoriya's body moving against his, to hear his moans. And then, he slid inside, the friction sending a wave of heat through him.

"Ahh, Kacchan!" Midoriya moaned, the sound vibrating through Bakugo's body.

That was it. The final trigger. Bakugo exploded, his orgasm a fiery torrent that shook him to his core.

End of Flashback

The memory of Midoriya's moans, the feel of his body, the raw, untamed desire, haunted him. He wanted him. The realization was both exhilarating and terrifying. He, Katsuki Bakugo, wanted Izuku Midoriya. The thought lingered, a burning ember in the pit of his stomach.

The question now wasn't if he wanted Midoriya, but what he was going to do about it. The idea of confronting Midoriya, of admitting his feelings, even in the twisted, convoluted way that Bakugo felt them, sent a shiver of dread down his spine. To admit weakness, to confess the truth. The realization was burning him inside and out.

Back in Gryffindor Tower, Izuku sat alone, the weight of his secret pressing down on him. He knew he couldn't keep avoiding Bakugo forever. The tension was a palpable thing, a storm cloud hanging over their heads, waiting to break. But the prospect of facing him, of confronting the truth, terrified him. He knew he couldn't keep running. He had to face Bakugo, and he had to face himself.