MHA 2025!

The dust had settled, both literally and figuratively. The sheets were a tangled mess, mirroring the state of my head. Shinso was beside me, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, a stark reminder of what we'd just done. Sunlight streamed through the gap in my curtains, painting stripes across his pale skin, highlighting the dark circles under his eyes.

I was a goddamn wreck.

Months. It had been months since the insomniac weirdo had transferred to our class. Months of indifferent nods, barely acknowledging his existence. And now this? Me, Katsuki Bakugo, had just… I'd just had sex with Hitoshi Shinso. It felt…wrong. Not in a bad way, necessarily, but definitely wrong. Disorienting.

My pride, usually a solid shield, was cracked, crumbling. Fucking ego. Shinso's question sliced through the internal turmoil. "So…what do we do now?"

Silence. A thick, suffocating blanket. I didn't know. I genuinely didn't have a single damn clue. My brain was short-circuiting. Shinso wasn't a friend. Hell, we were barely acquaintances. Feelings? Nonexistent. This was a complete anomaly. "I…I don't know," I finally managed, the words tasting like ash in my mouth.

Shinso nodded, his gaze fixed on the ceiling. "Yeah. Me neither."

The air crackled with unspoken questions. Why? How? What the fuck?

"Maybe…maybe we just…forget it happened?" The suggestion felt weak, pathetic even, like a surrender. "Stay friends. Don't bring it up. Ever."

Shinso looked at me, his purple eyes unreadable. A flicker of something – relief? – crossed his face. "Okay."

He got up, the movement stiff, almost awkward. He gathered his clothes from the floor, pulling them on with quick, efficient movements. A pang of something I couldn't name shot through me as he did, a weird feeling maybe sadness, maybe anger. He looked like he couldn't wait to get out of here. As soon as he was dressed he turned to me, "right well see you in class." and left my dorm. The door clicked shut, leaving me alone in the wreckage.

Relief washed over me, followed immediately by…tension? A knot tightened in my stomach. Why?

Months passed. The dorm incident became a ghost, a silent, shared secret buried deep. I threw myself into training, channeling my energy into honing my Quirk, proving myself, anything to avoid thinking about that night.

Then, Kirishima. He was always there, a sunbeam cutting through my perpetual grumpiness. Genuine. Loyal. He was probably the only person who could get past my defenses. He made me laugh, made me feel…good. We started dating. It was…comfortable. Easy. A welcome distraction from the swirling chaos in my head.

And then there was Kaminari, permanently charged and buzzing with energy. He was always around, a source of constant, if often annoying, entertainment. He and Kirishima started dating too; it weirded me out at first, but they were happy, and that was all that mattered.

Valentines Day. Fucking Valentines Day. Mina, in her infinite, chaotic wisdom, decided to host a game night. Everyone was there – the Bakusquad, Deku and his crew.

The night started predictably – loud, competitive, and filled with sugary snacks. Then Sero pulled out the "Never Have I Ever" cards.

That was when the shit hit the fan.

The questions were innocuous at first – "Never have I ever skipped class," "Never have I ever broken a bone," "Never have I ever been detention." Then Sero, fueled by too much sugar and audacity, read, "Never have I ever had a one-night stand."

The world seemed to slow. My blood turned to ice. I could feel Shinso's gaze lock onto mine. We both froze. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, we each lowered a finger.

The silence that followed was deafening.

Kirishima and Kaminari stared at us, their faces masks of confusion and then slowly disbelief. "Wait…what?" Kirishima stammered. Kaminari was just gaping, his mouth opening and closing like a fish. "Who…who was it with?"

We didn't answer. Couldn't answer.

The others were catching on, their initial amusement fading into a stunned silence. Mina's eyes widened. "Wait a minute…"

That's when Mineta, the little shithead, decided to throw gasoline on the fire. He let out a high-pitched giggle. "They probably slept with each other!"

The room went dead. My face burned. Shinso's was just as red.

Kirishima and Kaminari were speechless. They blinked at us, their eyes searching for an explanation, a denial, anything.

Mina, recovering from her shock, blurted out, "Is that…is that true?"

Shinso and I remained silent, locked in a silent, desperate plea for the floor to swallow us whole.

The silence stretched, taut and unbearable. "Fuck," I thought. "We're caught."

Kirishima and Kaminari didn't move, they were frozen in place. The others were staring at us, their faces a mixture of disbelief and morbid curiosity. Even Aizawa-sensei, who had somehow been coerced into attending, choked on his coffee, sputtering and coughing. It was beautiful.

In that instant, the game ended. The atmosphere was too thick, too charged. Kirishima and Kaminari, their faces pale, stood up abruptly. They mumbled something about needing air and left the room, together.

That left me and Shinso. Alone. Again.

"Shit," I said, the word a low growl. "We fucked up."

Shinso leaned back against a wall, crossing his arms. "No shit, Sherlock."

We sighed, the sound heavy with regret and unspoken anxieties. We grabbed some drinks from the cooler and walked out onto the balcony. The night air was cold, a stark contrast to the suffocating heat inside.

Below us, bathed in the soft glow of the streetlights, I saw Deku and Todoroki strolling across the front lawn, their heads bent together in conversation. They looked…peaceful. Normal.

Shinso and I stared at each other, the guilt a tangible thing hanging between us. I finally understood.

Damn it. We really fucked up.