Hey, lovelies!
Do you like imagining relationships with characters from My Hero Academia? Are you lonely and/or bored enough to read content like this? You've come to the right place!
This is primarily fem reader, although there are chapters with li...
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Author's Note:
So uh, I guess this ends the saga of Little Secret. I'm still doing Kiribaku fics, but I guess I just had a bit of a theme going here in this trilogy. I tried to focus more on Eijirou in this one since he kind of got pushed to the side a bit in the other two stories. Little Secret had more of y/n's omniscience, while Big Secret was more Bakugou driven (big brain hehe).
You can probably ignore the ending of this since it's really really cheesy and it was the only thing I could think of at the time I wrote it (I think this is another one of my fics that I finished at 3 am or something).
Anyhow, I'd say this is my favorite part of the trilogy in some ways! It's super soft and fluffy, and I really like how I wrote it out. I seriously hope you enjoy it!
Love you!
-Sugar
Warnings: Like, two sex jokes? Nothing that crazy. Once again, gay, bi, and poly as fuck. Oh and language too.
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As much as Kirishima loved being a hero, honestly, he loved his days off more.
He watched from in front of the counter as you amicably bickered with Bakugou, bustling around the kitchen still in your respective pajamas.
"I'm just saying we could have something other than cinnamon rolls for breakfast," the blond man pouted, tailing you as you walked from the fridge to the oven.
"It'll be fun," you said. "Geez, we don't have to keep up with that hero diet you set up every day. It's our day off, let me have my sugar and carbs."
Bakugou began to grumble something about the amount of chemicals that were probably in the pre-made pastry dough, but you paid him no heed. The little cheerful beeping tones of the oven sounded through the room as you set the temperature.
"How long is that going to take?" Kirishima asked.
"Like half an hour," you said. "Need a snack 'til then? We need to eat these oranges before they go bad."
"Sure, I'll take one." You tossed the orange fruit to him, which he caught easily and began to peel.
"You want one, 'Tsuki?"
Bakugou grumbled a "Fine" and you handed him his, taking a third for yourself.
Normally, you may have been able to wait until the sweet pastry rolls were done, but instead you'd spent the last two hours very slowly waking up and cuddling in bed.
As per usual, Katsuki had woken up first, letting his eyes adjust to the warm tones the room had taken on with the rising of the sun. He remembered today was his day off, and a final bout of tension left his shoulders. His back had previously been pressed against Eijirou's, but now he decided to turn himself over to face him. Peeking through scarcely opened lids, Bakugou glimpsed your form on the other side of Kirishima, scarcely visible as you snuggled into his chest. Bakugou allowed himself something he only saved in silent, private moments like this: a smile. Just a small one, barely even lifting the side of his mouth. But he couldn't help it. The sight of his perfect boyfriend and girlfriend fast asleep in each others' arms brought him such an overwhelming feeling of compersion, he simply couldn't help himself.
