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On the first day of the first vacation UA students had had in a really long time, Kaminari got himself grounded.

He supposed it had only been a matter of time before his parents found out about his bad grades. Actually, it was probably something of a miracle that they hadn’t found out before. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was they knew now, and they had not been happy with him.

He’d tried to explain to them, tried to make them see that he knew he had made mistakes, and that he was working harder than he ever, ever had to be better, but noooo. That wasn’t enough. They didn’t want promises, they said, they wanted results.

So he was grounded. Sitting in bed, messing around on his phone, stubbornly refusing to study, and bored out of his mind. Kaminari hadn’t realized it, but somewhere along the line he had got used to being independent, to living on his own in the dorm and having the freedom to go wherever he went, pretty much whenever he wanted. Now that he was stuck in place, he suddenly felt restricted and restless. It was not the greatest feeling.

He sighed and put his phone down. He had been texting Bakugou and Kirishima for a little while, but both of them had stopped replying. Kaminari felt a little guilty for complaining to them. They weren’t obligated to listen to his whining, after all. But now he was even more bored than he had been before.

Kaminari sighed and laid down. It was only early evening, but he figured he might as well try to sleep, since he clearly wasn’t doing anything else. Maybe he could get up in the dead of night when his parents were in bed and sneak out.

He had just closed his eyes, and was busy imagining Iida’s lecture if he ever found out, when he heard a strange tapping noise at the window.

Kaminari rolled over and opened one eye, expecting to see a confused woodpecker or the like. He was not prepared, in any sense of the word, to see Kirishima Eijiro gripping the window ledge, knocking on the glass.

Kirishima smiled when he saw Kaminari looking at him. “Open up,” he mouthed, pointing to the lock on the window.

Kaminari hurriedly threw off his covers and rushed across the room. He unlocked and opened the window, and Kirishima hoisted himself through into Kaminari’s room.

“Hey Kaminari!”

“What...Wh- How?” Kaminari spluttered. “This is the second floor. How did you even-”

“Pull me up, you asshole!” a familiar voice shouted from outside.

“Sorry, sorry, I’m coming,” Kirishima said, turning around and leaning back out the open window. A few moments later, he pulled Bakugou into sight over the window ledge, and helped him clamber inside.

“What the heck are you two doing here?” Kaminari demanded.

“You couldn’t come hang out with us, since you’re grounded and all, so we came to see you!” Kirishima said. He looked extremely proud of himself.

Bakugou snorted. “I don’t know why the fuck I let you talk me into this.”

“Bakugou, you’d better keep your voice down while we’re here or we’ll get in trouble.”

“Oh my god, you guys,” Kaminari said. He was genuinely touched that they had gone through so much trouble just to come see him. “You two are unbelieveable.”

“That’s what friends are for, Kaminari!”

“You can pay me back with food. I’m starving.”

“I can fetch something from downstairs, sure. Wait here a quick second.”

They spent the evening in Kaminari’s room, eating cold pizza and just talking. Kaminari no longer felt cramped inside. It was amazing how much of a difference it made, just having them there.

They talked about all kinds of things. Their families, what the weather was like in Tokyo in the winter, their childhoods, what shows they were into most recently. Eventually, as it almost always did, the conversation turned to their fellow classmates.

“So here’s some good news,” Kirishima said, crumpling up a used napkin and throwing it across the room into Kaminari’s wastebasket. “Apparently Jirou finally asked Yaoyorozu out, and she said yes.”

“Oh, thank god,” Kaminari said, tossing his own napkin at the wastebasket. He missed. “It was starting to get painful, watching them pine after each other from across the room.”

“Yeah. I owe Sero five dollars though. We had a bet about who would get together first, Jirou and Yaoyorozu or Midoriya and Uraraka.”

“You think Midoriya has a thing for Uraraka? I always thought he had a thing for Todoroki though.”

“I never thought of it like that, I guess. Bakugou, which way does Midoriya swing, do you know?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.”

“You’re so mean, Bakugou.”

Kaminari leaned back against the bed’s headboard. The others were also on the bed with him; Bakugou sitting with his back against the wall, Kirishima kicking his legs over the side and watching the sun go down outside the window.

“So… Do either of you two have somebody you’re crushing on?”

They looked at him, surprised. “What the fuck kind of question is that?” Bakugou demanded.

“Yeah Kaminari, you shouldn’t ask something like that so suddenly!”

“I was just curious, jeez,” Kaminari said. “But you do though, don’t you?”

“Ah...yeah,” Kirishima admitted sheepishly. “Two, actually.”

“Two? What do you mean?”

“I mean, I have two crushes. I like two people.”

“Is that a real thing?” Kaminari slapped a hand to his forehead. “Holy cow. Everything makes sense suddenly. I didn’t know you could have a crush on two people at once!”

“How the hell do you like two people and not realize it?”

Kaminari shrugged, his brain going at turbo speeds trying to figure out how to process this new revelation. “We...we’re friends. And I knew this was different, but I guess I didn’t ever stop to think about just how different it is with you guys...Oh shit!”

He clapped his hands over his mouth, horrified. For a moment there was silence as Bakugou and Kirishima just stared at him.

“What the FUCK,” Bakugou said loudly, flushing bright red.

“Ooooohhh my god, Kaminari, oh my god...”

“Shh, keep your voices down!”

There was another moment of silence while they listened anxiously for any sign that Kaminari’s parents had heard them. But fortunately, it seemed that they hadn’t been noticed.

“So you’re telling me,” Bakugou hissed, “that you like us, both of us, as more than friends, is that it? And you just figured that out, just fucking now?!”

“This is so embarrassing,” Kirishima said. His voice was muffled, because he was hiding his face in one of Kaminari’s pillows.

“I don’t know,” Kaminari said helplessly. “I just...who else would get on a train and climb through a second story window just to hang out with me?”

Kirishima hesitantly emerged from behind his pillow cover. “Kaminari, I...When I said I liked two people…”

Kaminari gasped. “You’re not saying-”

“Yeah. I feel the same way.”

“Aw, Kirishima!”

They smiled at each other, tentative and a little breathless maybe. Then they turned and looked at Bakugou.

“What about you, Bakugou?”

“Yeah, do you like us? I mean, I’d understand if you didn’t…”

Bakugou spluttered inarticulately for a minute. He was beet red and clearly struggling not to start shouting and get them caught. “I hate you two,” he choked out, glaring at them.

“No you don’t, you liar.”

“Tell us the truth!”

Bakugou covered his face with his hands. “I don’t...This is….It is different. I admit that. I wouldn’t be here if you guys weren’t different. Special. Ah, fuck…”

Kaminari laughed. He couldn’t help it, he was just so relieved. Kirishima followed suit, and though Bakugou refused to take his hands away from his face, his shoulders quaked with the same nervous, embarrassed laughter.

“So, what next?” Kaminari asked, when he had control of himself again. “What happens now?”

“Go out with me,” Kirishima said earnestly. “Both of you. Please?”

“Hah, ok. I think I’d like that.”

“C’mon Bakugou, you too. It only makes sense, if we all like each other.”

“...Alright. Fuck it. Fine. So, we’re dating now.”

Kaminari grinned. “I guess we are.”

“Don’t we actually have to go on dates first, before we can say that?”

“We will. As soon as I’m ungrounded.”


Bakugou and Kirishima hadn’t exactly planned on staying all night, but it happened anyway. The three of them were caught up in a shared emotional high, and before they knew it it was past 1 am, and there was no way Kaminari was letting them walk home. So he tiptoed downstairs and fetched extra blankets and pillows from the closet, and the three of them held an impromptu sleepover in Kaminari’s room.

They woke up the next morning to the sound of a neighbor’s car starting in the pale dawn light. Bakugou and Kirishima were forced to leave the way they had come, before they were discovered, but they promised to text Kaminari often.

Kaminari didn’t stop smiling all day. The fact that he was still stuck in his room didn’t really bother him at all.


When their break was over, and it was time to go back to the dorm, the three of them had a long, serious conversation about what they wanted to tell their classmates. They had hung out a few more times since the night Bakugou and Kirishima had broken into Kaminari’s room, and it was clear to all of them that this was something they really, truly wanted. But whether or not their peers would accept and understand their relationship was another matter entirely.

Somewhat surprisingly, it was Bakugou who argued the hardest for being open about it. “I don’t want to halfass this,” he said, “and I don’t care what the hell anyone else thinks. We’ll tell the truth, and they can learn to fucking deal with it.”

Kaminari and Kirishima agreed that it probably wouldn’t be best to try to keep a secret like this one from the people they’d (hopefully) be working with for the rest of their careers. And also, it would just be easier on all three of them if they weren’t trying to hide it. So they didn’t.

The first people they told were Sero and Ashido, whom they usually ate lunch with. Their friends were surprised, of course, but supportive. They promised not to let this development affect their friendship- not too much, at least. There would have to be some teasing, of course, but they’d try to keep it to a minimum.

The rest of class 1-A found out slowly but surely, over a period of several days. Kirishima mentioned it to Tetsutetsu one day, and then of course all of 1-B knew about it, too.

“Congratulations,” Iida said, “just make sure I don’t ever catch any of you out after curfew.”

“I always knew you guys would get together,” Uraraka said. “Or at least, I thought at least two of you would. That it turned out to be all three of you is just a pleasant surprise, I guess!”

“Oh, that’s nice, I guess,” Todoroki said.

“I’m really happy for you guys,” Midoriya said. He’d made sure to wait to say it until Bakugou was far out of earshot. “Don’t tell Kacchan, but I think the two of you will turn out to be a really good influence on him. I wish you guys nothing but happiness.”

“I’m so glad we told them,” Kirishima said as they walked home from classes that day. Kaminari and Bakugou just nodded. There wasn’t really anything else to say on the matter.


They made good on their promises to each other to go on dates. They went out to eat together, they saw movies together, they went to a nearby park and just walked around for a while. It didn’t really matter where they went. They always managed to have fun, as long as they were together.

Somewhere along the line, they switched to calling each other by their first names. And it didn’t even feel weird. It came naturally.

The three of them weren’t big on pda- mostly because Bakugou was easily embarrassed and prone to blowing things up- but they made no attempts to hide their relationship either. Most of the time, it was fine.

But not everyone out there was as kind and accepting of them as the students at UA had been. Sometimes, things could get...a little ugly.

“You can’t love more than one person,” a young woman pushing a toddler in a stroller told them matter of factly one day as they were walking down the street. “Better figure that out now, before someone gets their feelings hurt.”

“What you do in your private life is up to you,” a guy in a suit whispered to them behind his hand in a fast food restaurant, “but you really shouldn’t bring that kind of thing into public. There are kids around, you know.”

“The three of you are too young to understand love,” a middle aged lady snapped at them while they sat close together on a bench, minding their own business. “When you get a little older you’ll realize that this just isn’t natural.”

Kirishima and Kaminari tried to just ignore it when this happened. But in most of these situations, Bakugou ended up having to be physically restrained, which probably did not speak much to the sanity of the three of them as a whole. The woman-with-toddler incident was particularly tricky.

“Fuck you, lady,” he’d yelled, struggling to make himself seen around Kirishima’s pointy hair. “You want to say that kind of shit to people, you better be prepared to get hit! Let go of me, you two, I swear to god I am about to beat some fuckin’ sense into a bitch right now…”

“You shouldn’t let them bother you so much, Katsuki,” Kirishima said once everything had calmed down a little.

“No, I think you guys are the ones who should be more upset.” Bakugou had been audibly grinding his teeth for ten minutes. “Fucking strangers like them don’t get to judge us.”

Kaminari sighed. “Katsuki, stop that, it’s bad for your jaw.”

Bakugou made an angry hrmph noise and crossed his arms. “Listen,” he said, leaning in close and locking eyes with either of them, so they’d know he was being serious. “I don’t ever want anyone to think I should be ashamed of being with you two. ‘Cause I’m not. And I don’t want you to be ashamed of me either.”

“We’re not.”

“Well alright then, maybe you should start fucking acting like it.”

“You’re sweet, Katsuki. But you still really shouldn’t threaten random people like that.”

“I don’t know, Eijiro, I think it’s endearing. Cute, even.”

“I can and will leave you two to walk home by yourselves,” Bakugou said, backing away a few steps threateningly.

“No, no, I was just joking!”

Bakugou chuckled at the looks on his boyfriends’ faces. “I know. C’mon, let’s get going.”

Relieved, Kaminari and Kirishima hurried to catch up. Kaminari reached out and grabbed Bakugou’s hand, just to make sure he wouldn’t leave. Bakugou’s cheeks turned pink, but he didn’t actually try to break away.

Grinning, Kaminari offered his other hand to Kirishima, who took it in his own with a smile. The three of them held hands all the way back to their dorm, and for once nobody said anything to them.

It was times like that that made weathering all the insults and the rude comments totally worth it.


“Hey, can I ask you guys a question?”

“Sure, shoot.”

“What’s on your mind, Denki?”

The three of them were in Bakugou’s dorm room, sitting on the floor, just chilling. It had been a long week filled with practical exercises and studying for a test they’d taken that morning, and as far as they were concerned, they had earned a bit of a break.

“You have to promise me you won’t freak out, though,” Kaminari said. “‘Specially you, Katsuki.”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow. “Uhh...I won’t?”

“Oh, yes you will, don’t you play innocent with me. You freak out about everything.”

Kirishima frowned. “Denki, is something wrong?”

“No, everything’s fine.”

“Then spit it out already!”

“Ok, ok, fine.” Kaminari took a deep breath. “Would it be ok...I mean, uh, if you don’t mind...well, that is-”


“Can I kiss you guys?”

A moment of stunned silence answered him. Kaminari winced. “See, I knew you’d freak out.”

“I am not,” Bakugou said curtly. His face was redder than a tomato and his voice sounded strained. “I am. So fucking calm. Definitely not freaking out.”

Kirishima looked like he was struggling not to laugh. “Is that it? Jeez, Denki, you really had me worried for a second…”

“Hey, this is important! We’ve been going out for like two and a half months, and I want to kiss you two, but it’s weird with three people! You can’t just do it, y’know?”

“I don’t mind,” Kirishima said. He was blushing a little bit too, smiling that radiant smile of his at Kaminari. “We are dating, after all. But I appreciate your asking permission, haha.”

“Katsuki? C’mon man, you’ve got to give me an answer, at least. I don’t want this to be weird for you.”

“Too late, it’s weird. But...that kind of thing should be fine, I think. K-kissing, I mean.”

Kaminari nodded. “Thanks. Alright then, uh...Ei, I’m going to kiss you, ok?”

“Ok,” Kirishima said, shifting so that he was closer to Kaminari.

Kaminari took another deep breath and leaned in, squeezing his eyes closed, hoping and praying that he didn’t embarrass himself.

Before he knew it, Kirishima’s lips were on his, and suddenly nothing else even mattered because wow. Wow, that felt really good. Better than he had expected it too. His lips were unexpectedly soft, and warm in the best possible way. The kiss took Kaminari’s breath away.

Kirishima’s too, apparently, because when they broke apart he was panting a little. “Wow,” he said, grinning from ear to ear.

Kaminari grinned back in silent agreement. Then he turned and looked at Bakugou. “Katsuki, now you.”

Bakugou didn’t say anything, just nodded jerkily. He was sitting rigidly still, the look on his face one of intense concentration. It was adorable, but Kaminari didn’t dare tell him that.

As it turned out, kissing Bakugou was different in a million subtle ways than kissing Kirishima, but no less pleasant. And the warmth was the same. Kaminari felt a little lightheaded by now, and wasn’t sure if it was because of lack of oxygen or if his boyfriends were just that good at kissing. Probably a little of both, honestly.

“My turn, my turn,” Kirishima said, scooting closer to Bakugou.

“I-if you bite me, I swear to god-”

“I won’t! I’m being careful,” Kirishima promised. He waited until Bakugou had taken a long, shaky breath and indicated he was ready before moving in for another kiss.

It was quite an experience in itself, watching the two of them like that. Kaminari didn’t really know how to explain all the different emotions he was feeling, even to himself.

Eventually, Kirishima and Bakugou pulled apart. The three of them sat still for a time, just looking at each other and letting themselves process what had just happened.

“...Damn,” Bakugou said after a while, looking back and forth between Kirishima and Kaminari. “We coulda been doing this for two and a half months.”

Kaminari snorted. “Yeah, I guess we could have.”

“Let’s do it again now,” Kirishima said eagerly.

Kaminari and Bakugou smiled. They sure didn’t need telling twice.


Time passed. Things went on much the way they had. The three of them went to classes, trained with their classmates, patrolled the streets with the pros, and fell exhausted into bed pretty much every night.

And then suddenly, it was the end of their third year. They found themselves walking across a stage and being handed diplomas, with what seemed like no warning whatsoever.

It almost didn’t happen. Kaminari had to work twice as hard as anyone else to pass their academic classes. Kirishima struggled with the lasting effects of some injuries he’d gotten in their first year. Bakugou had to take a few extra classes after having to retake his license test, and all told it was a miracle that they all graduated on time. But they did.

Then came the hard part. Job-hunting, of course, and when they were done with that, working to make a name for themselves in the professional hero business. But there were other challenges waiting for them too, the kind that come with adulthood, that nobody explains to you before you have to face them yourself.

They rented a place together, after leaving the dorm. It was a tiny little apartment on the fifth floor of a rickety old building where the elevators were almost always out of order. But it was cheap, and they were together, and there was no Iida to yell at them for staying up late, so it was nice.

Back when they were first looking at it, all of their parents raised a fuss about it only having one bedroom. “If you’re going to be in this serious of a relationship so young,” they said, “you have to bring your boyfriends home at least once!” So they all got to go around and introduce themselves to each others’ families. Something they had heretofore neglected to do, out of extreme fear of parental disapproval.

But as it turned out, they needn’t have worried.

“Thank god at least you two seem to have your lives together,” Bakugou’s mother said to Kirishima and Kaminari. “I’m counting on the two of you to keep him on track. He can be an idiot. Don’t let him.” Bakugou’s father just kind of smiled gently and nodded along.

“I’ll admit I was worried,” Kirishima’s father said, “but it turns out that you’re both fine young men! I know you’ll do us all proud out there.” He slapped Kaminari and Bakugou on the back so hard that they nearly fell on their faces.

When Kaminari introduced his boyfriends to his parents, his mother merely raised an eyebrow and said, “would these be the same two that climbed in through your window when you were supposed to be grounded in your first year?”

“Mom!” Kaminari screeched in horror. “You knew about that?!”

“Did you really think we wouldn’t hear you? Don’t be ridiculous, Denki. You two are welcome here any time,” she added to Bakugou and Kirishima, “just please, make sure you use the door next time.”

With the all clear from their folks out of the way, they finally moved in together. At first, it was a nightmare. They had way too much stuff, and none of them knew how to do laundry, and none of them ever wanted to do the dishes, and there was only ever enough hot water for the first two showers.

But after a while they figured most of it out. And it was still a little bit of a nightmare, but at least it was an organized nightmare, with a chore list and everything.

Maybe they hadn’t stepped gracefully into adulthood- actually, they’d kind of tripped into it and fallen on their faces- but they’d gotten back up and were on their way.


“Ooh, this is my favorite song!”

“We know, Denki. You say that every time it comes on.”

The three of them were sitting in their little living room, filling out the week’s worth of crime reports, listening to some music while they worked. The shuffle of their combined playlists could get a little weird; Kirishima liked rock, Bakugou’s tastes ran to metal, and Kaminari listened to pop music from at least five different countries. But somehow they always seemed to hear this particular song twice as often as anything else.

Kaminari put aside the report he was filling out and stood up, holding out his hands to Bakugou. “C’mon, Katsuki, dance with me!”

“No,” Bakugou said, not looking up, “I’m working. Go talk to Ei, he’ll dance with you.”

“I know he will, but I want all of us to dance together.”

“There’s not enough room in here, Denki. And besides, like I just said, I’m working.”

Kaminari stuck his tongue out at Bakugou and moved over to Kirishima instead, who stood obligingly and took Kaminari’s outstretched hands. Together the two of them waltzed mock-seriously back and forth across the living room a few times (it was only a few steps distance) until Kaminari tripped over a pile of books on the floor and nearly fell on his face. Kirishima caught him before he fell, though, and on a whim lifted him up in a big bear hug, laughing.

“Ah, I can’t breathe!” Kaminari yelled, kicking his legs. “Let me down, Ei!”

“Nope! You’re all mine now, Denki, mwahahaha!”

“Katsuki, saaaave me!” Kaminari called, draping himself dramatically over Kirishima’s shoulder.

“Don’t make me come over there,” Bakugou said menacingly.

Kirishima giggled. “Oooh, now I’m scared! The dreaded hero, Paperwork Master, is coming after me!”

Fed up, Bakugou tossed aside his half-finished report and lunged at Kirishima, who was already dancing out of the way, still laughing, dragging Kaminari with him.

“Get your asses over here,” Bakugou shouted, but even he was unable to keep from smiling.

Kirishima dodged and tried to make a break for the kitchen. But in the confined space he missed the doorway and ran smack into a wall, immediately rebounding into Bakugou.

The three of them fell in a big, laughing heap on the floor, and there they stayed for a while, their respective reports abandoned for the time being.


After about a year and a half, they moved out of the too-small, falling-apart apartment and got themselves a real house, in a real neighborhood. By then their work wasn’t so hectic, and they knew where they had to be when, and this whole hero thing was starting to seem like it would pay off after all.

The house was the perfect size and location and everything. It was a dream come true. It had two bedrooms, one of which was immediately converted into a storage room, and a shower that, if they squeezed, they could all fit in at once. For the bedroom bedroom, they splurged and bought themselves a king sized bed, which they all agreed was probably the best decision they had ever made.

But after a little while, an unexpected problem cropped up on them. It was something they hadn’t really had to deal with too much in their first days of full-time hero work, back before they had made any kind of names for themselves: the media.

Aizawa took it upon himself to pull the three of them aside one day and bring this problem to their full attention.

“People have started talking,” he explained, choosing his words very carefully. “Wondering what the relationship between the three of you is really like.”


“So, as much as I hate to say it, the media actually has a large amount of control over how the public perceives a hero. And how the public perceives a hero can drastically affect that hero’s career. If you want to be open about your relationship to the press, I certainly won’t stop you. You need to be prepared for consequences, that’s all.”

“I don’t think it’s anybody’s fuckin’ business what our relationship is,” Bakugou said, leaning an arm on Kaminari’s shoulder. “We don’t have to tell them shit.”

“You don’t intend to address the rumors, then?”

“Nope,” Kirishima said. “We wanted the other heroes to know, since we work so closely with them, but like Katsuki said, it doesn’t really matter whether the public knows or not. Right?”

“Right,” Kaminari said. “After all, Aizawa-sensei, back when we were in school I never saw you do anything to address the rumors about you sleeping with Prese-”

“Oooookay, you can stop right there, Kaminari-kun. Consider your point made.”

The three young heroes exchanged knowing smirks as Aizawa struggled to maintain his composure.

“The truth is, I think the three of you have real potential,” he said. “And I think it’s great that your relationship is so strong. careful, alright? Don’t do anything to attract unwanted attention.”

“Don’t worry, Sensei, you can count on us!”

When Aizawa took his leave of them, he did not look particularly reassured.

“He and Present Mic are absolutely sleeping together,” Kirishima said.

“Oh, definitely. Have been for years. I wonder why they think they have to be so secretive about it?”

“That’s just how Aizawa is, I guess.”

“I guess. Well, should we head home? Or would it be too scandalous for the three of us to be seen on the train together?”

“Shut up and let’s get going already. I’m beat.”


Being a professional hero turned out to be extremely hard work, and nearly impossible to keep on a schedule. Usually, someone’s patrol ran overtime, or they ran into trouble on the way back, or something else happened to delay them. And when they did get home for the night, most of the time all they wanted was a shower, some food, and sleep, not necessarily in that order.

So it was something of a rare opportunity when all three of them were home for the night at the same time. An opportunity that they were not about to let go to waste.

Even before they had first moved in together, the three of them had had a pretty healthy sex life. It had been all kinds of awkward the first couple of times, but by now they knew each other’s bodies like their own, and knew how to give as much pleasure to their partners as they got in return.

Bakugou was probably the most versatile of them, taking on whatever role he was in the mood to play. When he topped, he was always careful to starts slow and gentle before gradually building up momentum. When he bottomed, he went hard right from the start, pulling his partner in and always demanding more from them.

Kaminari preferred bottoming. Of the three of them, he was definitely the flirtiest, the one who liked to tease until the others were half crazy. And hemoaned... Sometimes the sound of his voice alone was enough to take his partners right to their limit.

Kirishima usually topped, which meant that often, he was responsible for keeping up with both Bakugou and Kaminari, satisfying the two of them in one night. Not that he minded, of course. He had the stamina to do so, and he relished the chance to give his boyfriends some individual attention.

Bakugou liked biting and giving hickies. Kaminari’s chest was extremely sensitive. Kirishima had a fondness for oral. The three of them worked in perfect synergy, playing on each others’ weaknesses, making sure everyone got the most they could out of it.

They’d wake up the next morning tangled in each others’ arms, warm and relaxed and almost never ready to get out of bed and start the day.


Winters were always hard on Bakugou, and the first one after they moved into their big house was especially brutal. By their third straight week of record low temperatures, he was starting to seriously rethink some of his life choices.

When he got home, long after dark, he had to stand in the entry hallway and fumble through two pairs of gloves before he was even able to unlace his shoes. “Denki, Eijiro, I’m home,” he called, hoping that one of them would say dinner was already waiting for him. Cold and hungry, the world’s worst combination.

“Aaahhh, Katsuki!” Kaminari said, suddenly appearing at the end of the hall and blocking Bakugou’s way into the living room. “Hey, babe, um...listen, we have something to tell you, but you have to promise you won’t get mad.”

Bakugou narrowed his eyes. “What did you two do?”

“Nothing, nothing! Really, it’s not a big deal, ok, you just need to keep calm, and-”

“Move, Denki.”

“I said calm! Calm, Katsuki, be calm!”

Bakugou pushed past Kaminari and made his way into the living room, eyes sweeping for anything broken or misplaced.

Kirishima was sitting on the couch. He looked up as Bakugou entered and smiled at him nervously. “Uh, welcome back, Katsuki.”

Bakugou didn’t answer. He had found what Kaminari had been afraid to let him see. Sitting on Kirishima’s lap, wrapped in a towel, was the smallest, yellowest kitten Bakugou had ever seen in his life.

“Someone wanna tell my why the fuck there’s a cat in here?”

“We were walking home earlier, and we found her over there,” Kaminari explained, gesturing vaguely. “She was shivering so hard, Katsuki. And she’s so thin, look, you can see all her ribs…”

“We just wanted to give her some food and some shelter from the cold,” Kirishima said. “C’mon, Katsuki, don’t be mad, we couldn’t just leave her there.”

Bakugou walked over to Kirishima and leaned down to inspect the kitten further. She really was extremely thin, but when he put his face near her she mewed loudly and reached out a small paw to prod curiously at his face.

“Let us keep her here, just for a few days,” Kirishima pleaded. “Just until we can find her a good home.”

“Pleeeease?” Kaminari added.

“....Fine. Just for a few days, though! Now, one of you please tell me there’s food, I’m starving.”

“I’ll get you something,” Kaminari said, hurrying over to the kitchen.

Bakugou flopped down on the couch next to Kirishima and rubbed his hands together, attempting to generate some warmth.

“Thanks for understanding, Katsuki,” Kirishima said. As if in agreement, the kitten mewed again.

“Mmhmm, sure. As long as it’s just for a few days.”

“You got it, babe. I promise she’ll be out of here as soon as we find someone who wants her.”

After about two weeks of half hearted searching, Kaminari and Kirishima gave up looking altogether. It was clear as day to anyone with eyes that by then, Bakugou was absolutely in love with that cat, and would never give her up.

Kaminari named her Sunny, and she was theirs from then on. She was there to nag them to get out of bed in the mornings, and she welcomed them enthusiastically whenever one of them got home from work. It was nice, knowing that she would be there for them.

Kirishima played with her, and Kaminari was the one who fed her most of the time, but Bakgugou was Sunny’s favorite. In the wintertime, she slept on his lap whenever possible, keeping both of them a little warmer. And Bakugou pretended to be annoyed about it, but when he thought no one was looking he reached down and scratched behind her ears, making her purr, which made him smile.


As it turned out, working as a professional hero was tough, but very rewarding. Every day brought them new challenges and exciting opportunities. Sometimes they had to fight, and they came home bloody and aching, but most of the time their presence was enough to break up fights and put an end to would-be robberies. And they were helping people, wherever they went, whether they physically rescued them from danger or gave them directions to the local train station.

But there are things even professional heroes can not do. There are times when it’s just impossible. No matter how hard you try, you can’t save them all.

Bakugou, Kirishima, and Kaminari found this out in the hardest way possible.

One mid morning in the early days of spring, a day that started out completely normally, there was a sudden and massive earthquake that leveled several multistory buildings in a highly populated area of town. Later it was determined that the quake had been caused by the quirk of a young man, and he was caught, and thrown in jail. But by then it was too late, and the damage had been done.

Roads were blocked, power lines downed, a couple of water pipes broken. And worst of all, dozens of people were trapped under the ruined buildings. Every hero for miles around had been called in to help, but even with all of them working together, it took hours and hours for things to settle down. It would be days before the water and power situations could be fully rectified, and it would probably be weeks before anything could be done about the lots where the buildings had once stood.

Kaminari spent the day running back and forth across the affected zone, gathering up live wires and trying to keep everyone from getting accidentally electrocuted. Kirishima was responsible for carrying the injured out to the healers, utilizing his quirk to protect himself from shifting or falling rubble.

Bakugou spent the day digging through the wreckage, helping to free those who had been trapped inside. At one point, he spent nearly two hours carefully working his way to a young girl who had suffered a head injury in the quake, talking her through it the whole time. She died before he could get her medical attention.

Sometime around eight o’clock, someone sent them home, telling them to get some rest. Kirishima didn’t remember who it was. He didn’t really remember the journey back to the house, either. He was just kinda there suddenly, and Kaminari and Bakugou were with him, covered in mud and dust and sweat, looking somber and exhausted.

“We should eat,” Kirishima said. He didn’t feel particularly hungry, and he was sure they other two didn’t either, but they hadn’t eaten anything since breakfast, and they had been running themselves ragged all day long. They needed to do what they could to keep up their strength.

Wordlessly they nodded, and the three of them made their way into the kitchen. They set about preparing a haphazard meal- a can of soup, some rice, a couple power bars.

As he took a step towards the refrigerator to grab some bottled water, Bakugou stumbled and pitched forward. Kirishima saw it out of the corner of his eye, and rushed to steady him.

“Katsuki, you ok?”

“Mm,” Bakugou muttered. His eyes were unfocused and Kirishima could feel him trembling. It was scary to see him like that, since he was usually the steadfast one, the one the other two depended on to be their rock.

Kirishima pulled Bakugou closer and wrapped his arms around him. “You did the best you could,” he whispered.

Bakugou buried his face in Kirishima’s shoulder and started to sob, his breath coming in quick little hitches, his hands reaching up to grab tightly onto Kirishima’s shirt. “I c-couldn’t...I still couldn’t s-save her…”

Kirishima gently rubbed Bakugou’s back. He didn’t know what to say. Kaminari moved around and embraced Bakugou from behind, putting his face near Kirishima’s and whispering soothing nonsense to Bakugou.

They stood like that for a long time. Eventually Bakugou’s crying quieted down a little, and Kirishima broke away from him, holding him at arm’s length and looking him square in they eye.

“You need sleep, Katsuki. We all do. But before that I need you to try to eat something for me, ok? Just, hold on a little longer, can you do that?”

“Yeah,” Bakugou said quietly, wiping his eyes with the heel of one hand, holding onto Kaminari with the other.

“Ok then. Go sit at the table, and I’ll bring you food. Denki, go with him.”

They did as instructed, and Kirishima went back to the food preparation. He had to keep stopping and taking deep breaths to keep from bursting into tears himself. Being the dependable, steadfast one was hard.

After forcing themselves to eat a little food, the three of them peeled off their filthy clothing and fell into bed. That night they held each other especially close, and tried to reassure each other that everything would be ok, but no matter how they looked at it it still felt like a failure. They found themselves wondering what they could have done differently, or whether the whole thing could have been prevented in the first place.

Of course they couldn’t have done anything to prevent it. Somewhere in the back of their minds, they all knew that. But that didn’t stop them from feeling guilty. Like they were responsible.

Even heroes can’t save everyone. It was a lesson they would never, ever forget.


“It’s raining,” Kaminari said, sometime the next day, pulling back the curtains to get a better look at the grey, cloudy sky.

“Do you really think they’ll be ok out there?” Kirishima asked nervously. “Maybe I should go in after all-”

“No, Ei, you’re in no condition to work. We need to rest.”

“...I know.”

Kaminari glanced at Bakugou. He had been quiet and listless all morning, just sitting on the couch with Sunny beside him, staring off into space. Kaminari was worried about him. About both his boyfriends, really, but he didn’t know what to do to help them.

“Oh, Denki look,” Kirishima said, gesturing to the window. Kaminari looked: a woman with an umbrella was walking down their street, following two young children in brightly colored raincoats. The kids were jumping and splashing into every single puddle, and even from afar Kaminari could practically hear them giggling with glee.

“I used to go play in the rain with my mom,” he said wistfully. “Before I could control my quirk I always used to shock myself by accident.”

Kirishima snorted. “I used to do it too. I had a red coat that was too big for me, so I always ended up getting wet anyway.”

“Katsuki?” Kaminari asked, a little hesitantly. “Did you play in the rain when you were a kid?”

Bakugou looked up at him, blinking, taking an extra second to process the question. “Oh, no, not really.”


“My mom would have gotten mad if I got mud on the carpet,” he explained, as if that was all there was to say on the matter.

“Ok, that does it,” Kaminari said decisively, standing up. “C’mon Katsuki, let’s go. You too, Ei, we’re going to help this mess make up for his rotten childhood.”

“What? No, Denki, I’m really not in the mood for-”

“He’s right though, Katsuki. You haven’t lived until you’ve played outside in the rain!”

The two of them teamed up on Bakugou, grabbing him by the arms and dragging him down the hallway and out the door into the shower. Once they were outside, Bakugou gave up resisting and just sort of resigned himself to getting wet.

Kirishima stepped hard into a puddle, intentionally splashing towards Kaminari. Normally he would have been a little mad, but right now Kaminari was just happy to see Kirishima acting more like his usual self.

The two of them ran circles around Bakugou, splashing and laughing, their bare feet slapping against the wet asphalt. Kirishima grabbed Kaminari’s hand and spun him around; Kaminari went with the flow and kicked a leg out on the end of the spin, posing as if he had just completed a super-complicated dance maneuver.

Then he paused and offered Bakugou his free hand. He wouldn’t have minded if Bakugou declined to take it, preferring to watch from the sidelines like he usually did. But Kaminari really wanted him to take it this time. This time he was offering him a chance to take the first step towards moving past what they’d been through the day before.

And after a few second’s hesitation, he did. Bakugou reached out and put his hand in Kaminari’s, and gave his other hand to Kirishima, and let them pull him into their dance.

They spun around in the rain, completely soaked by now, frequently slipping and falling against one another. Kaminari and Kirishima were laughing like kids, completely caught up in the moment. And after a while, Bakugou started to smile too, and then to laugh with them.

The day after their great failure ended up being just as memorable to the three of them, for completely different reasons. It was the day they reaffirmed their love for each other in the face of defeat, the day they silently promised never to leave one another’s sides. The day they danced in the rain like children, when they knew everything was eventually going to be alright.


So they moved on. They got back to work, and they helped the city pick up the pieces, and they tried not to look back too often. They moved forward.

On one of those rare days that all of them had off at the same time, when they were sleeping in, Bakugou watched the other two in the early morning light filtering through the blinds on the bedroom window. Kaminari was nestled close to Bakugou’s chest, an arm curled around his waist. Kirishima lay on Kaminari’s other side, his long hair all over his face, his chest rising and falling gently, peacefully.

Bakugou didn’t feel like he had earned the right to be so happy. He wondered what he had ever done to deserve this. He wasn’t even twenty-two yet, and yet here he was, with a good career and a nice house and two people that cared about him, that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. It didn’t feel real.

He reached down and gently brushed some stray hair away from Kaminari’s face. Kaminari moved a little in his sleep and pressed even closer to Bakugou. It didn’t matter how he’d got there, Bakugou decided, all that mattered was that he continued to work hard enough to stay there. As long as he could stay with them, everything would be fine.

“Morning, Katsuki,” Kirishima mumbled.

Bakugou hadn’t realized Kirishima had woken up. “Morning,” he said quietly, smiling at him and being rewarded with one of Kirishima’s beautiful, sleepy smiles in return.

“What you thinkin’ about?”

“Nothing much,” Bakugou said. Kirishima could be too insightful for his own good. “Work.”

“You’re boring.”


“‘S ok. I love you anyway.”

“I love you too.”

Between them, Kaminari shifted a little, and yawned hugely. “Mmmragh.” Kaminari was not the most articulate person in the mornings.

“Morning, Denki,” Bakugou said. Kirishima nuzzled his nose into Kaminari’s neck, humming contentedly.

“G’morning,” Kaminari said, blinking up at Bakugou. “What’re we talkin’ about?”

“Katsuki’s being boring, but I told him I love him anyway.”

“I love you too, Katsuki. You can be as boring as you want, babe.”

“Thanks, Denki. I love you too.”


They lapsed back into silence and just lay still for a while, warm and happy and still a little bit sleepy. Sunny came in and hopped up on the bed, settling herself near Kirishima’s head. He reached around and stroked her lazily, smiling at the sound of her purring like a motorboat so close to his ear.

“You guys know what I want,” Kirishima said after a few minutes. “I think I want to get a tattoo.”

“Really? That sounds pretty cool, actually. What would you get?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t thought that far ahead. What do you think would suit me?”

Bakugou thought about it for a second. “A spear,” he said, “with flowers all around it.”

“Why a spear? My quirk doesn’t have anything to do with that kind of thing.”

“I dunno. It was the first thing that came to me.”

“I like it,” Kaminari said. “Red, hibiscus or something. No wait, what are the Christmas flowers? Poinsettias, those would be better.”

“Hmmm...That sounds cool. I like it.”

“We should get matching tattoos! Katsuki, what should I get?”

“Uh...a shield. A fancy, old-fashioned one, with carvings on it and shit.”

“Do I get flowers too?”

“Sure. Yellow ones.”

“Great,” Kaminari said, grinning. “Daylilies, or maybe Black Eyed Susans. I like that idea a lot, actually. Get a big flowery shield tattooed on me. On my thigh or something.”

“Going with the theme,” Kirishima said thoughtfully, “I think Katsuki should get a dagger. One of those curvy ones with jewels in the handle, you know? And...are there orange flowers?”


“Oh, yeah. Hah, those would be perfect. Katsuki, you down for this?”

“If you guys want to, I don’t mind.”

“Then we’re all getting tattoos. Wait, how much do you think that’ll cost? Do we have money for this?”

“Should, if we wait til the end of the month when we get paid.”

“Then we’re getting tattoos. I’m excited for this, actually.”

“Me too.”

“Who’s making breakfast today?”

“It’s my turn. What do you guys want?”


“Omelettes sounds good.”

“Alright. But in a little while. I just wanna lay here a little longer, if it’s ok with you two.”

“Of course it is, babe.”

And so they lay there, wrapped up in each others’ arms. For once they were oblivious to the cares and responsibilities of the world outside their room. For once they allowed themselves to be lazy, and selfish.

And it felt really fucking good.