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Three months ago, Bakugo would have been jogging down the street outside his and Eijiro’s house, their two dogs following behind. Well, Explodo Kills would be running ahead, while Riot would be following behind.

You see, after graduating UA, Bakugo and Kirishima had moved in together, gotten two dogs, and started doing hero work. Bakugo had made it to #5 in the rankings before a villain attack left him paralyzed from the waist down.

The villain was a strong one, his quirk hidden from all city records. It had been him, Deku, Round Face, and Shitty Hair at the attack. The villain, calling himself by Flare, had dropped down from the roof above Bakugo, slamming his hand into his back. The impact, and Flare’s quirk, still unknown, had cracked three of his vertebrae, leaving him wheelchair bound.

He had collapsed to the ground immediately, none of the other heroes noticing. Flare had been accompanied by three other villains, and the three up and coming heroes were too busy to notice. That is, until backup came.

Eijiro began to look for Bakugo, finally finding him, his eyes lidded. He looked up at his boyfriend, pain in his eyes.

“C’mon, Suki, it’s time to get off the field. Can you get up?” Eijiro asked.

He tried to grab onto Eijiro’s hand, but his back flared up in pain, and he screamed.

Kirishima kneeled next to him.

“Where does it hurt,Baby?”

“M-my back. I can’t move my legs.”

“It’s gonna be okay, Suki. We need medical assistance over here!”

Two paramedics ran over with a stretcher. One of them gently picked up Bakugo, placing him on the stretcher.

Once Bakugo was in the ambulance, an oxygen mask was placed over his mouth and nose. Kirishima grabbed onto his hand.

Eijiro’s hand was ripped away when Bakugo was brought into emergency surgery.

The young redhead was told three hours later that his boyfriend could never be hero again.

“Mr. Bakugo has a t1 to t6 complete spinal cord injury. This means that he will have little to no sensation or movement below his waist, and weakness or lack of strength in his arms and abdominal muscles, as well as some lack of grip strength or movement in his hands. He will have to stop doing hero work,” the doctor explained.

“H-he what?”

“I know it’s hard to take in, Mr. Kirishima.”

“Can I see him?”

“Yes, he’s in room five, but he…”

The nurse’s voice faded into the background, and Kirishima ran down the hallway, into Bakugo’s room.

The ask blonde was laying in a hospital bed, his back in a brace. He looked up when Kirishima entered.

“Ei.” His voice was soft and gentle.

“Hi, Suki.”

He walked over to the ash blonde, sitting next to him.

“Why did this happen to me, Ei?”

“It’s gonna be okay, Katsuki.”

“Are you sure?”

The redhead pressed a kiss to Katsuki’s temple.

“Yes. We’ll get through this together.”

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Three weeks later, Bakugo was released from the hospital. The world still unaware of his injuries.

The couple left the hero hospital, Bakugo grudgingly letting Kirishima push his wheelchair.

The only thing the radio was reporting was Bakugo, so Kirishima made sure it was turned off.

Kirishima parked his car in their driveway, and helped Bakugo out, into his wheelchair. They went into the house, Bakugo situating himself on the couch.

He gazed out the window, at the pinks and oranges of the sunset.

Kirishima sat next to him, wrapping his arm around Bakugo’s shoulder.

“Ei….. how am I supposed to do… anything? I’m broken.”

“Suki. Look at me.”

The ash blonde looked down at his legs, hanging limply off the edge of the couch.

“Suki. You are not broken.”

“Eiji. What am I supposed to do if I can’t be a hero?”

Kirishima opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a knock at the door.

He stood up, walking over to the door, and opening it.

Bakugo’s parents stood outside.

“Hello, Mitsuki, Masaru.”

“Hello, Kirishima, now where the fuck is Katsuki, that idiot.” Bakugo’s mother had a scowl on her face.

“Mitsuki, please don’t lecture him. K-Bakugo needs some space right now.”

She grunted, nodding.

“Alright, come in.” Kirishima walked back into the living room.

“Your parents are here.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes. He leaned forward, grabbing his legs and pulling them up onto the couch.

Kirishima walked over to him, sitting back down.

Mitsuki sat down on the couch across from them, her husband sitting next to her.

“What do you want?” Bakugo asks.

“We want to make sure you’re okay, Katsuki,” Masaru says.

“Do I look like I’m okay to you? I can’t fucking walk!”

“I’m aware,” Mitsuki snarled.

Bakugo’s jaw trembled.

“So you just decide to finally see me? After four years? You’ve been horrible parents! As soon as I came out to you two, you shunned me. You told me that I hadn’t found ‘the right girl’. It took me never being able to be a hero again for you to even think about me!”

“Katsuki, you stubborn brat! Are you still going through this stupid phase? You. Are. Not. Gay.”

Bakugo growled, scowling at his mother.

“Mrs. Bakugo, I’m going to have to ask you to leave,” Kirishima intervened.

“How dare you say that to me, you f***ot! It was probably you that convinced my son he likes dick!”

Kirishima shuddered at the words that his fiancé’s mother had screamed at him.

Bakugo, seeing how upset his fiancé was, scowled at his mother.

“Get out.”

“What did you say to me?” Mitsuki scowls.

“G-Get out of my house.”

Mitsuki grabbed her husband by the arm, and dragged him out of the house, slamming the door.

Tears formed in Katsuki’s eyes, and began to pour down his cheeks.

Kirishima pulls him close, hugging him tightly.

“Even after four years, four.” His voice broke on the last word, and he wrapped his arms around Eijiro, sobbing into his chest.

“It’s gonna be okay, Suki.”

“I don’t want to hide it from the world any longer.”

“I know, Suki.”

He continued to sob.

“Do you wanna go to bed, Baby?”

Bakugo nodded weakly.


Kirishima picked Bakugo up, carrying him into their bedroom.

Bakugo immediately fell asleep, and Kirishima left the room, going into the living room.

He sat down on the couch his head in his hands, and began to sob.

How was he supposed to do this? Be a hero? While the person he loves most is swept to the side.

As the last bits of sunlight disappeared, Kirishima made his way back towards the bedroom, laying down next to his fiancé. He wrapped his arms around Bakugo’s waist, pulling him close.

“Hi, Eiji……”

“Hey, Kat.”

His voice was rough and broken up, his face still wet with tears.

“Were you crying, Ei?”

“N-no. I’m fine.”

“Eijiro. Please be honest with me. Just because I can’t walk doesn’t mean I’m a different person.”

“I know, baby.”

“Tch. Night, Shitty Hair.”

“Goodnight, King Explosion Murder.”

Riot hopped up onto the bed, followed by Explodo Kills. They curled up at the foot of the bed, on top of Eijiro and Katsuki’s entangled legs.

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“Katsuki?” Eijiro nudged his shoulder, and the ash blond opened his eyes.

“I’m sleeping shithead.”

“I’m going out on patrol, just wanted to let you know.”

“See ya later, Shitty Hair.”

“Bye, Suki.”

Katsuki closed his eyes, hearing the descent of his fiancé’s footsteps. He began to drift off, falling back asleep, when he was interrupted by the doorbell. He groaned, sitting up, and grabbing onto his wheelchair where Eijiro had left it. The doorbell rang again. He situated himself in the chair, and wheeled himself through the house up to the door. The bell rang again.

“Alright! Gimme a second! Shithead,” he muttered under his breath.

He opened the door a crack. Seeing Mina on the other side, he scowled.

“What do you want?”

Mina rolled her eyes.

“What do you think? Wanted to check up on you.”

He glared at her.

“Fuck off.”

“Sorry, but no.”

Bakugo scowled, pulling the door open all the way, and turning his wheelchair around, going towards the living room.

“Close the door behind you!” He shouted.

After closing and locking the door, Mina followed Katsuki into the living room.

When Bakugo was lifting himself out of his wheelchair, it slid out from under him, and the ash blond landed on the ground with a thud. He scowled, and Mina reached forward to help him up, but he swatted her hand away.

“L-leave me alone.”

“Bakugo, come on.”

Mina reaches out again, grabbing under Bakugo’s armpits and lifting him up. His limp legs buckled, and he fell against Mina.

“Put me down, Weird Eyes.”

She ignored him, and pulled him into a standing position. He leaned against her, scowling. She helped him sit down on the couch, and brought his wheelchair back next to it.

Bakugo leaned forward, bringing his legs up onto the couch. Mina sat down next to him.


“Please leave me alone.”

“Bro - “

“Mina, just stop. I just wanna be alone.”

“I can’t do that. I just want to see how you’re doing.”

“C-Can’t you see? I’m clearly not doing well or whatever.”


A sob ripped through her words. Bakugo was crying into his hands, trembling. Mina sat down next to him, wrapping her arms around him. He leaned into her, continuing to sob.

“I-I Just… it’s not even about being a hero anymore. It’s that-that I’ll never be fully independent again. It hurts. It hurts so much, Mina.”

“It’s gonna get better, Bakugo.”

His sobs slowed, and he began to fall asleep. She laid him down on the couch, and stood up, placing a pillow under the ash blond’s head.

The doorbell rang, and Mina walked over to the door, opening it. There stood Mitsuki, Bakugo’s mother.

“Where is my son?”


She shoved past the pink skinned girl, stomping loudly into the living room, slapping Katsuki across the face, jolting awake. He groaned in pain.

“What the fuck?”

Before he was fully oriented, Bakugo’s mother grabbed her son’s arm, dragging him up. He sagged against her, his legs buckling.

“Fucking stand up and walk, asshole. You’re a useless member of society if you can’t.”

She released him, and the usually explosive blonde fell to the floor, his back hitting the coffee table. Bakugo groaned, his face contorted in pain. Mina ran into the room, and tried to stop Mitsuki, but she just shook her off, grabbing her son by his arm, and attempting to make him stand once again. He fell against her, disoriented, and she dragged him into the center of the room, away from anything to grab onto.

She shoved him away from her, and his legs fell out from under him. Mina ran over to the blond, kneeling next to him. She glared at Mitsuki, and turned back towards Bakugo. The young hero let Bakugo wrap his arms around her neck, and wrapped her arms around his waist. She pulled him up, letting the blond sag against her. She helped him sit back down on the couch, and stormed back over to Mitsuki.

“Get out. You have no right to be here. If I even hear of you being here again, I’m going to file a restraining order.”

The angry blonde stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind her.

Mina walked back over to Bakugo, and sat next to him.

“You alright, Bakugo?”

“N-no. Can you call Eijiro?”

“Already done. I texted him quickly earlier. He should be here soon.”

She heard the door open, and Eijiro walked into the room quietly. He walked towards Mina, and she stood up, exiting the house. Eijiro sat next to his fiancé, and let Katsuki lean into him.

“Hey, baby.”

“Why? Why? I…. I can’t do this.”

“Baby… what happened?”

“She, my mother. She tried to force me to stand. And walk. She-she called me a useless member of society.”

“Oh, baby.”

He pulled Katsuki into a hug, and the blonde hugged back, his arms wrapping around the redhead’s waist.

“I love you, Eijiro.”

“I love you too, Suki.”

The redhead lifted Katsuki up, and lowered him into his wheelchair. Katsuki rolled himself into their bedroom, and lifted himself into bed. He let Eijiro pull the blankets over him, and drifted off to sleep.

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Eijiro rolled over in bed, wrapping his arms around Katsuki’s waist, and tangling their legs together. He pulled the ash blonde close, when his alarm went off. The redhead groaned, rolling back over, and sitting up. He got out of bed, and changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt.

Kirishima then made his way over to the other side of the bed.

Riot, in all her fluffy glory, jumped up onto the bed, licking Katsuki’s face. The blond chuckled, scratching the dog under her chin. Explodo Kills, who had been curled up at the end of the bed, jumped down, followed by Riot.

“Morning, Katsuki.”


The ash blonde sat up, and Kirishima smiled at him. He pressed a kiss to Katsuki’s forehead.

“Ugh.” Bakugo continued, “My legs are so fucking stiff. Tch. And my hands won’t stop fucking cramping.”

“Well, you can’t exactly move them when you’re sleeping. And you have like… virtually no fuckin’ hand strength idiot.”

“I’m aware, fuckass.”

Kirishima rolled his eyes, and lifted one of Bakugo’s legs, bending it to relieve stiffness. He does the same with his other leg, and helps Katsuki back into a sitting position.

Katsuki smiled and wrapped his arms around Eijiro’s neck, and pulled himself towards the redhead. Kirishima wrapped his arms around Bakugo’s chest, lifting him up, and lowering him into his wheelchair. Katsuki leaned forward, bracing himself with his hand still on the bed. He used his other arm to grab his legs and lower them off of the bed and into the wheelchair. He wheeled himself towards the kitchen, grabbing a glass, his hands weakly gripping it. His hand fumbled, and he dropped it on the ground.


Kirishima stepped forward, and placed his hand on Bakugo’s shoulder.

“Why don’t you let me handle this, baby?”

“I can’t even get a glass of fucking water without fucking something up.”

“Suki, look at me.”

The ash blonde turned around, scowling.

“I know it’s hard, but please just let me clean it up myself.”

“Tch, fine.”

He turned his wheelchair around, going into the living room. Katsuki leaned forward, trying to get onto the couch. His arms buckled under his weight, causing him to fall forward.


“You okay, Suki!?”


He grabbed onto the arm of the couch weakly, attempting to pull himself up onto the couch.

“Fuck. Ei!”

Eijiro walked into the room quickly, over to Katsuki. He wrapped his arms around the ash blond, helping him onto the couch.

Bakugo’s eyes teared up, and he pulled his legs onto the couch.

“What’s wrong, Suki?”

“You’re gonna get tired of having to help me with everything. You’re gonna leave me. Eiji. You’re just gonna leave me here. Please don’t leave me.”

The floodgates broke, and Bakugo’s tears spilled over.

“Baby. Suki, look at me. I could never leave you. Or get tired of you.”


Eijiro pulled Katsuki in for a hug, and the blonde buried his head in Eijiro’s shoulder. Kirishima smiled, threading a hand through Bakugo’s hair.

“I promise.”

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Kirishima’s phone buzzed, and the redhead pulled it out of his pocket.

“It’s from Iida. He wants to know if he and Tensei can come over.”

“You mean…? His brother? Fuck, he’s probably gonna go all prophetic and say shit like, ‘it’ll get better, just you see.’”

“Come on, Suki. We should at least see what he has to say.”

“Tch. Fucking fine.”

Kirishima texted back, saying that they could come over as soon as they wanted to.

“Eiji, do we have any cereal. I’m starved.”

“I think so, I’ll go get you a bowl.”


“Do you want to eat on the couch or at the table?”



The redhead helped Katsuki into his wheelchair, and the ash blonde wheeled himself over to the table, resting his head against the table. Eijiro placed a bowl of cereal in front of Bakugo, and he lifted his head up, grabbing the spoon. He stirred the cereal, not eating it.

Kirishima walked over to the cabinet, pulling the dog food out, and pouring it into the dog bowls.

The doorbell rang, and Kirishima went to open the door, letting Tenya and Tensei in.

“Hey, guys!”

“Hello, Kirishima.”

“Hey, man.”

Tensei grinned at Eijiro, entering the house. He and Tenya followed Kirishima into the dining room. Bakugo looked up at them, but ignored them, going back to picking at his food.

Kirishima and Tenya exited the room to have a conversation of their own, while Tensei parked his wheelchair across from Bakugo.

“Hey, man.”

“Hey.” Bakugo’s tone was bored and tired.

The ash blonde looked up again, and pushed his cereal to the side.

“So, what do you want to talk about?” Tensei asked.

“I dunno.”

“Alright. Anyway, how’ve you been?”

Katsuki looked down at the table.

“Not too good, eh?”

“My mom’s an asshole.”

“What happened, Bakugo?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it.”

“That bad, huh?”


“Do you want to talk about your injury?”

“Yeah, sure whatever.”

Bakugo explained the specifics of his injury, his eyes angled down the entire time.

“So, how have you been adjusting?”

“It’s been less than a week.”

“I’m aware.”

Bakugo fell silent, his fists clenched.

“Bakugo. I know it’s hard. It’s gonna be for a while. But I promise you it will get better.”

Katsuki looked up, scowling.

“Thanks or whatever I guess.”

“It’s no problem.”

Eijiro and Tenya walked back into the room.

“Thanks, bro,” Kirishima said.

“It is no problem, Kirishima. You ready to go, Tensei?”


The two blue haired brothers exited the house, and Kirishima made his way over to Katsuki. He leaned down, capturing Bakugo’s lips in his. He pressed his forehead to Bakugo’s, smiling at the blonde

“Hey, baby.”


“You didn’t eat.”

“Didn’t want it. Can you get me my computer? It’s in my office.”

“Sure, Suki.”

The redhead stood up and walked into Katsuki’s office, grabbing the computer. A photo caught his eye.

Eijiro was on Katsuki’s back, with his legs wrapped around his waist. Eijiro was smiling at Bakugo, who was looking up at him.

Kirishima smiled fondly, and exited the room, setting the computer down on the dining room table. Bakugo opened it, and opened a new tab, opening his email.

From: Hospital Fuckass.
Subject: Update

Hello Mr. Bakugo,

Just for a quick update, you should be able to start physical therapy in a few weeks, but please come in for a check up tomorrow. Email me with the times you are available please.

Best Regards, Dr. Koritoma

“When are you free tomorrow, Eiji? I need to book an appointment.”

“Uh… when I wake up to noon, and two to whenever the hospital closes.”

“Thanks, babe.”

Bakugo quickly emailed the doctor back, saying he was available all day, except for from 12 to two.

The doctor suggested that they could do an appointment at ten, and Bakugo agreed

“Alright, Ei. Tomorrow at ten am?”

“Sounds good.”


Bakugo clicked onto a new tab, and went to YouTube, playing the first song under ‘slow dancing.’ He closed the computer halfway, and turned the volume up.

Eijiro looked up at him, smiling. He wrapped his arms around Katsuki’s waist, and Bakugo grinned, and wrapped his arms around his neck. Eijiro helped him get into a standing position, and let the ash blonde sag against him. He brought the two of them away from the table, and lifted Bakugo up more, gripping him tightly as to keep him from falling down. The two just stood there, swaying back and forth, long after the song had ended.

“I love you so much, Katsuki.”

“I love you too, Eiji.”

His legs buckled, and the blonde sagged against Eijiro, who lifted him up by his armpits, and helped him back over to his wheelchair.

“Too long standing?”


The redhead pressed a kiss to Suki’s forehead.

“Do you wanna get ready for bed, Kat?”


“Alright, grab something to sleep in.”

Bakugo nodded, rolling into their bedroom, grabbing a pair of sweatpants. Eijiro followed him, changing into a pair of sweats himself. He helped Bakugo get into bed, and change into his pajamas.

The couple curled up next to each other, Katsuki’s hand, in Eijiro’s hair, and Eijiro’s arms wrapped around Katsuki’s waist.

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Bakugo and Kirishima entered the room, following the nurse. Eijiro sat in a chair next to Bakugo, grabbing onto his hand.

A few minutes later, because doctors always take forever to get to the room, Dr. Koritoma entered the room, sitting in a chair a across from the two.

“How are you today, Mr. Bakugo?”


“Alright, let’s get started. How has is been adjusting?”

“Okay, I guess.”

“Elaborate, please.”

“I mean… my mother hasn’t been the best, but Eijiro has been great.”

Eijiro smiled, tightening his grip on Katsuki’s hand.

“That’s good. Have you had any noticeable pain? At all.”


“Alright. Last question, how have you been emotionally?”

“It’s been.. challenging. It’s weird.”

“That’s understandable.”

The rest of the appointment went smoothly, and soon enough Bakugo and Kirishima were back at home.

Bakugo sat on the L-shaped couch, his legs propped up on some pillows, and his computer in his lap. Eijiro was sitting next to him, his head resting on Katsuki’s shoulder.
“Hey, babe””

“Yeah, Eiji?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”


“Alright. You have patrol in twenty minutes.”

“Oh, shit!”

The redhead leapt up from the couch and ran into his bedroom, rapidly changing into his hero costume and running back into the living room, stealing a kiss from Katsuki before running out of the room.

“Bye, Suki!”


Katsuki chuckled, looking back at his computer.

“Goddammit, I love that man.”

As Bakugo was scrolling through the interwebs, he came across an inevitable article.

Ground Zero - Hero?

Okay, first of all, what the fuck kinda title was that, it’s like implying that he’s a villain or some shit.

Four weeks ago, Pro Hero Ground Zero was injured, though we have yet to know the nature of his injuries… Where is he…. is he still a hero?

What the actual fuck? People should just mind their own fucking business. He was aware that becoming a pro meant exposing some of his personal life, but what the fuck?

His phone started to ring, and he picked it up, pressing it to his ear.


“Hi, Bakubro!”

“What do you want, Pikachu?”

“I just wanted to say hi!”

“Yeah, right. What’s the real reason?”

“How’ve you been, man. It’s been a while since I’ve seen you and Kiri. Mina refused to say anything.”

“That’s for a good reason. Tch.”

“Oh? Anyway, how’s it been?”

“Interesting. That’s all your getting.”

“Okay, okay, bro. Do you want to hang out sometime?”

“Maybe, ask Eijiro.”

“Alright, man. Talk later?”

“Maybe. Bye.”


Bakugo set his phone down, and looked back at the article. Whoever wrote that must be an asshole.

Bakugo leaned back up against the couch, closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.


Bakugo cracked his eyes open, and saw Eijiro leaning over him, no longer in his hero costume.

“I didn’t want to wake you up. It’s eight. Do you want to go to bed?”

Bakugo nodded his head.


Eijiro lifted Katsuki up, and brought him into their bedroom, laying down next to him, and pulling the man to his chest.

Bakugo presses his face into the crook Eijiro’s neck, smiling.

Eijiro smiled as well, pressing a kiss to Katsuki’s forehead.

Everything would be alright. They would get through this together.

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Two years later.

Eijiro and Katsuki sat at the table, waiting for Kaminari, Sero, Shinso, Uraraka, Tsu, Deku, and Todoroki to arrive.

Their hands were clasped together, and Eijiro looked up as he heard the familiar chatter of Sero and Kaminari. Kami was holding Shinso’s hand, and Sero was laughing at something Kaminari had said. The three heroes approached the large table, sitting down.

“Hey, Kiribro, Bakubro!” Kaminari exclaimed.

“Hey, Denki! Sero! Shinso!”

“Hey, Soy sauce, Dunce Face, Eye Bags.”

The rest of the large group slowly arrived, first Uraraka, Deku, and Todoroki, then Tsu a few minutes later.

“Hello, everyone, kero.”

Everyone replied with hi’s and hello’s as the green haired girl sat down.

Their conversation started with talk about a villain Kaminari and Deku had defeated the other day, when a huge tv turned on, reminding the group of why they were there. Hero rankings.

First, hottest male hero; Todoroki. Hottest female hero; Uraraka. Kindest hero; Tsu.

“Great job, Tsu!”

“That’s awesome, Todoroki!”

“Uraraka! Good job!”

Lastly, top five heroes.

5) Tsu

“I knew it!”

“So cool!”

“That’s awesome, Tsuyu!”

“Call me Tsu.”

“Oh, right, sorry.”

4) Uraraka

“Congrats, floaty bitch.”

“That’s awesome!”

“Good job, Ochako.”

“Thanks, Tsu.”

3) Todoroki

“That’s awesome, Shochan!”

“Thank you, Izuku.”

“Awesome, todobro!”

“Cool, bro!”

2) Deku

“Then who’s number one?”

“That’s awesome, Deku!”

“Good job, Midoriya.”

“Thank you guys, but who’s number one?”





Bakugo leaned over, whispering in Eijiro’s ear.

“Good job, but that spot would be mine.”

Eijiro chuckled, wrapping his arm around his husband’s shoulder.

“Yeah, right. King Explosion Murder.”

Red Riot, Number One Hero. It had a nice ring to it.