MHA 2025!

The goddamn itch. It was always the goddamn itch. A phantom limb, except instead of a limb, it was… well, everyone knew what it was. And it was throbbing, insistent, a goddamn drum solo playing between my legs.

Days. It had been days since that idiot villain decided to spice up the onsen with a lust quirk. Fucking poison the hot springs, seriously? Leave it to some perverted loser to weaponize horniness. At least the U.A. science nerds figured out the antidote was brewing, but until then, I was stuck with this… this curse.

The worst part? The constant arousal. The endless parade of wet dreams that left me waking up sticky and furious. The random, mortifying moments when I'd just… let loose. Thank fuck for dark clothes and winter in general. Bundled up like a goddamn mummy just to hide the evidence of my… predicament.

Tonight, I was trying to focus. Trying. The quadratic formula swam before my eyes, morphing into mocking, seductive curves. Each equation felt like a taunt. Sweat beaded on my forehead. My stomach churned, a low heat building from the pit of my gut, radiating outwards. It stung, burned, a constant reminder of my useless cock's rebellion.

Panting, I gripped the edge of my desk, knuckles white. Just breathe, Bakugo. Focus on the goddamn numbers. But every breath felt like a spark to a powder keg.

Then, a knock.

"Tch, who the hell is it?" I barked, trying to keep my voice level.

Before I could even register, the door slid open and Shinso was standing there, all lanky limbs and sleep-deprived eyes. His expression was… well, it was unreadable, but then, it always was.

"What the hell do you want, you insomniac reject?" I snapped, instantly regretting the sharpness in my voice. I just needed him gone. Needed everyone gone.

He didn't answer. Just stared. And then, Christ, he moved. He saw it. He had to have. My face was probably flushed redder than a goddamn tomato. I clenched my jaw, bracing for the inevitable taunt.

Instead, something colder settled over me. A familiar… blankness.

"Bakugo, what's wrong?" Shinso's voice, flat and emotionless, echoed in my head.

Brainwash. The purple-haired bastard was using his quirk. Fucking great. I fought it, instinctively, but the pressure was relentless.

"Tell me," he insisted, the thought barely audible but impossible to ignore.

And then, the dam broke. Shame, anger, frustration – it all poured out. I explained the quirk, the constant arousal, the humiliating accidents, the sleepless nights of trying to fight it… everything. The words tumbled out of me in a rush, raw and unfiltered.

The blankness vanished as quickly as it came.

"What the hell was that for, you creepy-ass mind-fucker?!" I roared, scrambling back against my desk, adrenaline surging through me. Humiliation burned hotter than the quirk itself.

Shinso just shrugged, that infuriatingly nonchalant gesture. But then… he smirked. A slow, deliberate, unsettlingly knowing smirk.

He moved closer. Closer than he'd ever been. The air crackled with a tension I couldn't name. I swallowed hard, trying to regain some semblance of control.

"Maybe… maybe I can help," he murmured, his voice now a low rumble that vibrated through me.

And then he kissed me.

It hit me like a goddamn explosion. A wave of heat, of surprise, of… something else. My lips parted involuntarily, a small, involuntary moan escaping my throat.

Shinso's hand found the back of my neck, holding me in place. The kiss deepened, demanding, insistent. And despite every fiber of my being screaming at me to push him away, to punch him in the face, to regain some semblance of goddamn control… I didn't.

I kissed him back.

Slowly, hesitantly, at first. But then, with more and more… enthusiasm. My hands found their way to his waist, gripping him tight. The heat in my stomach flared, intensified, fueled by this unexpected, forbidden touch.

Was this right? Was this wrong? The line blurred, dissolved into a haze of sensation. The shame and frustration were still there, simmering beneath the surface, but they were drowned out by something else. Something… powerful. Something undeniable.

I was lost. Lost in the kiss, lost in the moment, lost in the confusing, overwhelming onslaught of my own goddamn desires. And I didn't know if I wanted to be found.