Okay something that Katsuki, himself, is certainly not as he stares, fucking gobsmacked at Eijiro's cut and bleeding lower lip. "Shit." Katsuki growls, drawing the back of one gloved hand across his forehead to sweep away a thin layer of sweat that accumulated across his brow. Y'know, despite the nature of his quirk and all.Įven a man with skin that can become practically impenetrable rock is still vulnerable to the right kind of attack, however. Red Riot is confident, immovable, and gentle when necessary he's a well rounded hero. He gets the hype surrounding Red Riot - because he's actually grown substantially (oh, fuck, has he) as a hero. He's been interested in Eijiro (not crushing because he's a goddamn grown ass man, thank you very much) since that first year in UA - and now they're well into their second year of working together as pros, at the same agency to boot.Īnd Katsuki gets it. Living embodiment of sunshine, and the goddamn spokesman/poster boy for all things "manly."Įxcept he does. No, actually, he doesn't - he doesn't want anything on the fucking record about his sudden, unexpected - and frankly pretty gross - interest in Kirishima's blood. He's not a creep, okay? Katsuki wants that on the fucking record. Mild language (cause Bakugou has a potty mouth, even in his thoughts)
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