I'm going to start posting "If Only We Wish Hard Enough" a My Fairy Academia AU here. My Fairy Academia belongs to @/SybLaTortue and I was given permission to write this fic!
The first three chapters are already up on AO3 but I write more/faster on twitter so . . .
The first three chapters are already up on AO3 but I write more/faster on twitter so . . .
TW/CW/Tags: KiriBaku; various background ships including Minatetsu, Hagajirou, Seroroki, The Big Throuple, probably some others; exams; stress; hero work
Macro/Micro; fairies are little shits, come eating, oral, anal,
Chapter One: Would You Like to Have Your Adventure Now?
Macro/Micro; fairies are little shits, come eating, oral, anal,


Class 2A can tell when Aizawa is cooking something up now, whether itâs a rational deception or just a hero lesson that seems unnecessarily brutal. Itâs not the look on his face or in his eyes; he never gets anything away that easily.
Itâs how he gets out of the sleeping bag.
Itâs how he gets out of the sleeping bag.
On normal days, Aizawa slides out of his yellow sleeping bag heavily, always desperate for more sleep. On days when heâs up to something, he tends to stand up a little straighter, and pull his feet out just a little faster. I
tâs taken eighteen months of careful watching to figure that out, and Shoji was the first one to notice. He clued in Tokoyami and Ojiro, and it spread from there.
Kirishima isnât especially pleased when the wave of realization whips over the class as Aizawa rolls his sleeping bag under his table. Interning with Fatgum is taking up so much of his time, and even with Bakugouâs tutoring heâs barely keeping up with pre-calc.
Theyâve had several readings lately on persistent quirks and nuisance quirks, and whatever Aizawa has planned is going to exhaust him.
Kirishimaâs heart, already in his stomach, sunk down to his knees when he read through the handout prepared.
Kirishimaâs heart, already in his stomach, sunk down to his knees when he read through the handout prepared.
Aizawa has assigned them a long term heroics exam grade, aimed at their ability to deal with an ongoing quirk. Aizawa had laid everything out on the sheet: they wouldnât know what the quirk they would have to deal with was beforehand;
internships, practices, and classes would continue as normal.
âYou will earn or lose points from any of your teachers, UA staff, or mentors. You can earn points for controlling how the quirk affects you and those around you.
âYou will earn or lose points from any of your teachers, UA staff, or mentors. You can earn points for controlling how the quirk affects you and those around you.
You can earn points for using the effects of the quirk to your advantage, or to help people around you. You can earn points for figuring out how to get rid of the quirk before the end of the trial period, or just outlasting it.
âNaturally, youâll lose points when you let things go wrong. If the quirk on you disrupts class or harms others, if you are unable to adapt to the quirk in practical lessons, or if you allow the quirk to become debilitating.
This is your mid-term exam grade, and your attendance at the winter training camp will hinge on your mid-term performance.â
A tide of groans washed over the class; the training camp was rumored to be in Hokkaido, and anticipation was high.
A tide of groans washed over the class; the training camp was rumored to be in Hokkaido, and anticipation was high.
Sero had already started to everyone how to stand on a snowboard on a hill of Todorokiâs ice. Kouda, whose family lived in Hokkaido, was dealing with far too much attention as people asked him about what to pack and what there was to do.
At least three people had confessions planned for a romantic walk in the snow. Monoma had already thrown down the gauntlet and challenged 2A to a snowball fight. There was a lot riding on this exam aside from their GPAs.
Mineta was quick to start whining about it being dangerous and using time out of school hours. Aizawaâs chin tightened as he reminded the idiot that they were in the hero course and that heroes often had to deal with fallout from their jobs in off hours -
and there were worse ways than quirks.
âYouâve seen your classmates be hospitalized for days from injuries; youâve all had at least some counseling meetings to help you deal with trauma. Unfortunate and irritating quirks will sometimes follow you home.
âYouâve seen your classmates be hospitalized for days from injuries; youâve all had at least some counseling meetings to help you deal with trauma. Unfortunate and irritating quirks will sometimes follow you home.
Criminals arenât going to stop while you figure out how to block the smell of fruity garlic; you need to learn how to work around this stuff now before the public is really relying on you. Any other complaints?â
The class was silent, except Midoriya; he was already scribbling away in his notebook about persistent quirks he was familiar with and how he could use them in battle until Bakugou hissed at him to shut UP, shitty nerd.
âYou have already done the theoretical reading and preparation over the last week; quirks will be applied during Saturday morning heroics in gyms gamma, delta, and epsilon - assignments will be given on Friday. You have two days to prepare.â
Kirishima had to use those two days wisely. Maybe Bakugou would be willing to help him get ahead on some of the math after they finished the essays for classical Japanese. Especially if he pointed out that training camp was at stake -
Bakugou had even asked Kirishima to room with him already!
Asked might be inaccurate. âDemandedâ or âorderedâ might be more realistic. âThreatened to explode him if he roomed with Sero insteadâ might be the truth.
That wasnât the point!
Asked might be inaccurate. âDemandedâ or âorderedâ might be more realistic. âThreatened to explode him if he roomed with Sero insteadâ might be the truth.
That wasnât the point!
The point was that Bakugou would want Kirishima on the trip just as much as Kirishima wanted to go. Kirishima was Bakugouâs go-to sparring partner, his running buddy, and the only person he ever accepted comfort from.
Heâd want to make sure Kirishima got to go as much as Kirishima wanted to go.
As Aizawa announced they had the rest of the period to study, Kirishima did some calculations in the back page of his notebook, usually reserved for doodles.
As Aizawa announced they had the rest of the period to study, Kirishima did some calculations in the back page of his notebook, usually reserved for doodles.
Right underneath a Kirishima with dragon wings and a Bakugou with a fluffy cape and a curving sword, he added up his exam score totals and divided by- wait, did you divide by the total or the number of assignments - okay, the number - and sighed.
To keep his A in Practical Heroics, he couldnât get less than an A- on this exam. And he needed to keep that A to even out his English and math grades and stay in the top ten of the class.
Maybeâs Bakugouâs nerdiness was rubbing off on him.
Maybeâs Bakugouâs nerdiness was rubbing off on him.
Or maybe he just wanted Bakugou to be proud of him.
Probably the second one.
Probably the second one.

While Bakugou proofread his essay, Kirishima tried not to obviously watch him chewing the red pen between his teeth as he flipped to the second page. Bakugou redlined every inch of Kirishimaâs papers before he gave them back to him; it was something he appreciated,
something Bakugou only did for him. Even when the rest of the squad joined in to study sessions, Kirishimaâs work got most of Bakugouâs attention. He owed it to him to do well.
Plus, he couldnât forget his short term goal here: make it to training camp. He had big plans for training camp.
âAlright, shitty hair. Your argument wasnât a flaming trash pile this time, so you should be able to wrap this up tonight.â
âAlright, shitty hair. Your argument wasnât a flaming trash pile this time, so you should be able to wrap this up tonight.â
Bakugou set the essay down before getting up to stretch and scratch his stomach. It was a double whammy for Kirishima - when he bent over, Kirishima could see right down the loose neck of his tank to see Bakugouâs pecs in shadow, and when he scratched,
his shirt pulled up enough for Kirishima to see the jut of his hip bone and the shadow of hair below his belly button. He looked down quickly - it wasnât manly to ogle your best friend. So he wouldnât ogle. Because him and Bakugou were just best friends.
Even if he had an elaborate plan to confess to Bakugou in the snow. If it went well, then he could ogle with permission from his new boyfriend. If it didnât . . .
Well if it didnât go well he probably wouldnât have much opportunity to ogle once Bakugou exploded him into orbit.
Well if it didnât go well he probably wouldnât have much opportunity to ogle once Bakugou exploded him into orbit.
But it would probably go well! He had to be confident in his plans. Bakugou respected confidence.
âYou got fifteen minutes to make those edits. Iâm going to take a leak.â
Kirishima forced images of Bakugou surrounded by falling snow with lips pink from the cold from his mind.
âYou got fifteen minutes to make those edits. Iâm going to take a leak.â
Kirishima forced images of Bakugou surrounded by falling snow with lips pink from the cold from his mind.
Time to focus.

Bakugou meandered down to the kitchen while Kirishima worked on the essay; his was already done, and he knew it would take longer than fifteen minutes for him to finish up all the corrections scribbled over his paper. Might as well get a snack.
Racoon Eyes, Pikachu, and Invisible Girl were sitting along the breakfast bar, with a legal pad covered in scribbles on it. He couldnât see what it said - not that he cared - because Pinky kept thudding her head down, wrinkling the paper.
âI donât know what to do!â she wailed. âWhat if he thinks itâs totally cliche and doesnât want anything to do with me?â
Hagakureâs sleeve waived in the air as she patted Ashidoâs back.
âDonât be like that! Itâs going to work! He totally thinks youâre cute!â
Hagakureâs sleeve waived in the air as she patted Ashidoâs back.
âDonât be like that! Itâs going to work! He totally thinks youâre cute!â
âYeah! Confessions arenât cliche! Theyâre super romantic! Right, Kacchan?â
âWhy the fuck are you asking me? Like Iâve ever done a shitty confession.â
âGive the squad some support! Ashidoâs gonna confess to Tetsutetsu at training camp! Well, probably.â
âWhy the fuck are you asking me? Like Iâve ever done a shitty confession.â
âGive the squad some support! Ashidoâs gonna confess to Tetsutetsu at training camp! Well, probably.â
Pikachu looked down at Ashido, who was still face down on the counter. âSheâs having some second thoughts.â
âWho the fuck is Tetsutetsu?â
âWho the fuck is Tetsutetsu?â
Bakugou wasnât really following the conversation cause he didnât care about confessions & he definitely didnât care about some extra Pinky liked, but he wanted to whip up some ramen for him and Kirishima real fast, so heâd have to deal with it as long as they were in the kitchen.
âYou know Tetsutetsu! Heâs Kirishimaâs bro - you know, with the eyelashes?â Bakugou grunted. Him. Off-brand Shitty Hair.
âIâm not sure Iâm going to confess! I mean, I want to, but what if itâs a bad idea? He might not even be straight! This could be super embarrassing!â
âIâm not sure Iâm going to confess! I mean, I want to, but what if itâs a bad idea? He might not even be straight! This could be super embarrassing!â
âNo! Itâs going to be romantic! Kaminari, Bakugou, youâd want to be confessed to, right? If someone liked you? Even if you didnât like them back?â
Kaminari was starry eyed at the thought, probably imagining Jirou confessing to him or something.
Kaminari was starry eyed at the thought, probably imagining Jirou confessing to him or something.
He looked like he had short circuited his brain, but Ashido looked slightly encouraged by his response.
âSee! Kaminariâd love it! Bakugou, what about you?â
âI donât want some shitty extra confessing to me. Itâd be a waste of time.â
âSee! Kaminariâd love it! Bakugou, what about you?â
âI donât want some shitty extra confessing to me. Itâd be a waste of time.â
Bakugou flicked the stove on to soft boil some eggs for the ramen, pulling out scallions and leftover chicken to top it with. Heâd have to break up some of the noodles smaller for Kirishima; his teeth didnât do great with the long stringy ones.
Ashidoâs face fell again, and Hagakure tried to do some damage control.
âNo! Not just anyone! But, like, imagine the scene - itâs sunset and youâre on a romantic walk under the Christmas lights in town, and then they give you a box of mochi and tell you that theyâre in love with
âNo! Not just anyone! But, like, imagine the scene - itâs sunset and youâre on a romantic walk under the Christmas lights in town, and then they give you a box of mochi and tell you that theyâre in love with
you! Imagine if a cute girl said they really liked you and wanted to date and they went to all the trouble of setting it up to be perfect!â
Kirishima bubbled up to fill out the scene in Bakugouâs head instead of any girl, and he blinked rapidly to refocus on his food.
Kirishima bubbled up to fill out the scene in Bakugouâs head instead of any girl, and he blinked rapidly to refocus on his food.
âIâm not interested.â
âThis isnât helping - come on, Ashido, whyâd I even ask Bakugou!â And Hagakureâs sleeve tugged Ashido and her legal pad out of the kitchen.
His smaller pot of water was boiling, and Bakugou dropped in the eggs -
âThis isnât helping - come on, Ashido, whyâd I even ask Bakugou!â And Hagakureâs sleeve tugged Ashido and her legal pad out of the kitchen.
His smaller pot of water was boiling, and Bakugou dropped in the eggs -
Kirishima would want an extra for the protein, and he might as well make another few now for tomorrowâs bentos. He had to be in Hosu at 10, and Kirishima was supposed to take the train down to Osaka after lunch.
The larger pot would take a few minutes before the noodles were ready, but he had plenty of time to shred the carrots and chop the scallions while he waited. He just had to retrieve his good knife from where he had it hidden from everyone else.
âI know youâre like all grr no one talk to me Iâm the best, but you really wouldnât want someone to confess to you, dude? Itâs nice to be wanted.â
Bakugou had forgotten all about Pikachu and almost cut himself as he pulled the santoku from its hiding place inside an empty box of raisin bran.
âWhy the fuck would I want that? I donât want someone shitty getting all gooey-eyed over me and I donât need any distractions.
âWhy the fuck would I want that? I donât want someone shitty getting all gooey-eyed over me and I donât need any distractions.
Iâve got training to do.â
âEven if you donât want the dating, thereâs the sex. It always happens in the dramas, you know, the girl confesses to the tool and they fuck and then he breaks her heart. Youâd be the tool, here.â
âEven if you donât want the dating, thereâs the sex. It always happens in the dramas, you know, the girl confesses to the tool and they fuck and then he breaks her heart. Youâd be the tool, here.â
Bakugou would never use his cooking knife to stab someone, so he set it down before setting off some sparkler-sized explosions in his hand. âDIE!â

Kirishima knew heâd been longer than fifteen minutes on the essay, but Bakugou hadnât come back to yell at him yet. He read through everything again, checking his clean draft against the red marks that Bakugou had covered his rough draft in, before clicking save.
It was just in time as Bakugouâs stomps came down the corridor. No one else stomped like Bakugou. Heâd be awful at stealth.
Bakugou kicked his own door open, arms full of a tray with steaming bowls that he set on the floor between them. âI made too much ramen.â
Bakugou kicked his own door open, arms full of a tray with steaming bowls that he set on the floor between them. âI made too much ramen.â
âBro, is this for me? Thanks, dude! Itadakimasu!â
âWhatever.â
Bakugou was such a good cook! Bakugou seemed to be good at everything he tried, though. It was like he had some kind of hidden second quirk - effortless or something.
âWhatever.â
Bakugou was such a good cook! Bakugou seemed to be good at everything he tried, though. It was like he had some kind of hidden second quirk - effortless or something.
That wasnât fair either though, he knew his bro put a lot of effort into getting good. He deserved the credit for it. Speaking of effort -
âDude, did you break up the noodles for me?â Bakugou didnât respond, keeping his attention focused on slurping up his noodles,
âDude, did you break up the noodles for me?â Bakugou didnât respond, keeping his attention focused on slurping up his noodles,
but that faint pink across his cheeks only appeared when he did something nice and got caught at it. âThanks, man!â
Kirishima was a sloppy eater, but Bakugou didnât mind as long as broth and noodles didnât spill on his carpet. He actually kind of liked watching him eat;
Kirishima was a sloppy eater, but Bakugou didnât mind as long as broth and noodles didnât spill on his carpet. He actually kind of liked watching him eat;
his lips got shiny from the fat in the broth, and Kirishima was always enthusiastic with his praise when Katsuki deserved it - even if it was just ramen. It was weirdly intriguing watching his teeth rip up his food.
Did he have shark teeth all the way back, or just in the front half? He knew some things were hard for Kirishima to chew, but as wide as he smiled, Kirishima didnât show all his teeth. He probably had some molars, right?
He had seen Kirishima bite wooden pencils and rulers in half when he was thinking. What else could he do with those teeth? How much would it hurt it he -
âGimme your bowl, and Iâll go wash up! Then we can get this math out of the way, yeah?â
âGimme your bowl, and Iâll go wash up! Then we can get this math out of the way, yeah?â

The next two days passed quickly. Bakugou had to put up with IcyHot and the nerd and IcyHotâs asshat of a dad for twelve hours on Thursday, but there were some videos posted of him pulling three teenagers out of the way of a truck that
Kirishima sent him with lots of flexing emojis and exclamation point, and there were five more pictures of Kirishima hamming it up and bowing when he unwrapped the bento Bakugou had made for him. Kirishima didnât make it home until late Friday night,
but he slipped a hot chili Kit Kat under Bakugouâs door with a note that said âThanks for the bento!!!!! :D It was super good!!!!â taped to it.

Saturday morning after math and English, class 2A headed to three different gyms to have the quirks they drew set on them.

Saturday morning after math and English, class 2A headed to three different gyms to have the quirks they drew set on them.
Kirishima and Bakugou followed Tokoyami, Hagakure, Jirou, and Iida into gym gamma.
Cementoss welcomed them in and asked them to sit on benches at one end of the gym around a folding table. This left a lot of the gym unused - maybe they needed it for the quirk?
Cementoss welcomed them in and asked them to sit on benches at one end of the gym around a folding table. This left a lot of the gym unused - maybe they needed it for the quirk?
Aizawa had said that the quirks werenât âinherently dangerous,â but what could need this much room? A few moments later, the gym doors open to let in a teenager probably only a year or two older than them with periwinkle hair.
âAhh, Ayame-san, welcome. Heroes,â -- Cementoss always referred to them as heroes in a group when they were training, it was a real confidence booster -- âthis is Ayame Kiko, one of our third years in the business course. Sheâs here to activate her quirk, Tinkerbell, on you.
Ayame-san, do you have anything to say?â
Ayame gave a slight bow. âGood morning! My quirk is Tinkerbell, & it is not dangerous! It may be difficult to adjust to, though, but you donât have to worry about it hurting you or them! I just need to touch you briefly to activate it.â
Ayame gave a slight bow. âGood morning! My quirk is Tinkerbell, & it is not dangerous! It may be difficult to adjust to, though, but you donât have to worry about it hurting you or them! I just need to touch you briefly to activate it.â
A few hands shot up, but Cementoss headed them off. âI am afraid that Ayame will not be able to give you any more details. This is an exam!â
The second years around the table exchanged looks. What kind of quirk was Tinkerbell? What did she mean, it wouldnât hurt âyou or themâ?
The second years around the table exchanged looks. What kind of quirk was Tinkerbell? What did she mean, it wouldnât hurt âyou or themâ?
After a moment of hushed conversation with Cementoss, Ayame went around the group, touching all of their cheeks for a few seconds. When she finished with Iida, she nodded to Cementoss.
âThank you, Ayame. You can go.â
âThank you, Ayame. You can go.â
There were a few minutes of silence before anything happened, each teenager looking around anxiously for the effects of the Tinkerbell quirk to kick in. Hagakure, the first in line and the first for Ayame to touch, started shrieking and yanking at her shirt.
âAgh! What IS that? Somethingâs in my shirt! Agh!â
The others all swiveled to look. There was a weird lump on Hagakureâs chest, moving around between her boobs as Hagakure struggled with her school tie, yanking it off and unbuttoning the first two buttons -
The others all swiveled to look. There was a weird lump on Hagakureâs chest, moving around between her boobs as Hagakure struggled with her school tie, yanking it off and unbuttoning the first two buttons -
and the oddest thing Kirishima had ever seen flew out of the opening. It looked like a pair of glittering, iridescent, disembodied wings that fluttered around her, then began fluttering in circles around the group, the heroes in training watching dumbly.
A moment later, Tokoyami grunted and grabbed at his chest, following Hagakureâs example and loosening his tie and the first few buttons of his uniform shirt. This time not just wings emerged -
but a full, tiny, winged version of Tokoyami, complete with birdhead and dark wings, shot with pale yellow eyespots. This one took to the air as well, beating its wings fast to hover a few feet above them.
Kirishima was next, unbuttoning his shirt as his chest started to feel weird. It was kind of like that 7-Up feeling heâd get when his legs went to sleep, and he had to wiggle and shake to get everything working properly again,
but it spread from his sternum, over his chest and down to his stomach before his own fairy double just kind of . . . fell out of his skin. He made to grab for it as it seemed to tumble down toward the floor, but with a buzz like a cicada, it caught itself mid-air -
and flew straight toward Bakugouâs face.
Luckily for Bakugou - or not - he caught the Kirishima fairy just before impact, but it didnât try to get away. Instead, tiny hands grabbed his own comparably massive finger and thumb pushed itself up,
Luckily for Bakugou - or not - he caught the Kirishima fairy just before impact, but it didnât try to get away. Instead, tiny hands grabbed his own comparably massive finger and thumb pushed itself up,
nuzzling his face into the pad of Bakugouâs thumb, and chirped.
âHi, Katsuki!â
âHi, Katsuki!â
Down the line, heads turned towards Bakugou and his handful of fairy. The voice was unmistakably Kirishimaâs - not squeaky, but just quieter and maybe a little higher coming from a smaller body. Bakugou brought his hand up closer to get a good look.
There was Kirishimaâs smile, Kirishimaâs red hair, though not spiked, just falling around his shoulders. - The fairy was underdressed, even by Kirishimaâs standards, only in a red kilt-skirt thing like Kirishimaâs costume and the sleeves, glittery red wings emerging from its back
But all of Kirishimaâs muscles were there, the lines on his arms and thighs that Bakugou pretended not to notice while they worked out recreated at 1/12 the size, and Bakugou had to stop his other hand from coming up to run a finger over minuscule abs under his thin layer of fat.
The fairy even had the same perky pink nipples standing out from its tanned chest that Bakugou had always deliberately ignored.
It was harder to ignore the sculpt of your best friendâs body when it was in your hand.
âHoly shit -â This fairy was fucking adorable.
It was harder to ignore the sculpt of your best friendâs body when it was in your hand.
âHoly shit -â This fairy was fucking adorable.
It even had feathery little antennae curling up from red hair. The fairy seemed content for Bakugou to look at it for now, wrapping its arms around his thumb to steady itself as it stood on his palm.
While Bakugou inspected the Kirishima fairy, Jirou giggled like she was being tickled, but she had loosened her shirt beforehand so her tiny doppelganger emerged with no problem, this one fluttering near Jirou before coming to rest on her shoulder.
Bakugou was between Jirou and Iida, and he knew he was about to get some bullshit mini him buzzing around him, but he was too busy holding the Kirishima fairy near his face to pay attention to the cool sensation rippling over his torso.
Kirishima had come over, cupping his hands near his, maybe to take his fairy back, when Bakugou hiccuped and felt the tiny hands and feet scrabble against his chest before whipping out of his always-loose collar.
Fairy Bakugou faceplanted in Kirishimaâs cupped hands, ass nearly hanging out of the loose black pants it wore and orange wings fluttering slightly.
âWhoa, dude -â
The fairy pushed itself onto hands and knees, yanking its pants higher, and then launched itself up at Kirishimaâs face.
The fairy pushed itself onto hands and knees, yanking its pants higher, and then launched itself up at Kirishimaâs face.
Bakugou stopped paying attention to his handful, and watched as the little him put its feet firmly on Kirishimaâs collarbones and stuck its head and arm in Kirishimaâs open mouth.
Bakugouâs voice - but smaller, just as Kirishimaâs fairy had sounded- echoed a bit as he stuck head and shoulders past Kirishimaâs lips. âDonât chomp me, Ei, I want to see your teeth!â
Kirishimaâs face was bright red as he stood, frozen with his hands up by his face and a mouth half full of fairy. âHoly fucking shit, theyâre sharp all the way back!â
Fucking little fairy! He had wanted to find that out for himself!
Fucking little fairy! He had wanted to find that out for himself!
Bakugouâs left hand reached out and yanked his double away from Kirishima.
âFucking OUCH.â His copy glared up at him, holding a scraped arm.
âOh, dude, did he get hurt?â
âIt just dived into your bear trap of a mouth, shitty hair, itâs fine and obviously dumb as fuck.â
âFucking OUCH.â His copy glared up at him, holding a scraped arm.
âOh, dude, did he get hurt?â
âIt just dived into your bear trap of a mouth, shitty hair, itâs fine and obviously dumb as fuck.â
âAh-hem.â
Cementossâs face rippled weirdly when he smiled but now that everyoneâs fairy seemed to have emerged, he had a little more business to take care of. Iidaâs must have come out while Bakugou was distracted, because it was standing, arms akimbo, on Cementossâs head.
Cementossâs face rippled weirdly when he smiled but now that everyoneâs fairy seemed to have emerged, he had a little more business to take care of. Iidaâs must have come out while Bakugou was distracted, because it was standing, arms akimbo, on Cementossâs head.
âNow that you have all seen the effects of the Tinkerbell quirk, some reminders. You are responsible for the effects of the quirk on your person and those around you - that includes the behaviors and actions of your double as long as they are around.
This is not, however, a flour sack baby situation. You are not responsible for keeping the fairy around you at all times - but you will be responsible for what it does even if you arenât around. Now, the gym is signed out to you for the next hour to get used to this.
Are there any questions?â
Jirou raised her hand. âUh - sensei - what do they do?â Her fairy was still standing on her shoulder with a fist full of her hair to keep it balanced, looking around carefully.
Cementoss shook his head.
Jirou raised her hand. âUh - sensei - what do they do?â Her fairy was still standing on her shoulder with a fist full of her hair to keep it balanced, looking around carefully.
Cementoss shook his head.
âRemember, the scenario is that you have been hit with a mystery quirk that will be around for some time. You must all use the resources available to you to deal with it. Weâve already been pretty generous with information. I have complete faith in your ability to handle this.â
Hagakure went off trying to chase the pair of wings that was her fairy, while Iida collected his from Cementoss and appeared to be trying to talk to it. Tokoyami and his fairy were already at the far end of the gym,
with Dark Shadow popping up from under Tokoyamiâs collar to take a closer look. Jirouâs fairy was spinning around on the table, and Cementoss appeared to be trying not to laugh.
âHere.â Bakugou thrust the hand holding the Kirishima fairy back toward his friend, ignoring the way it had started nomming on his thumb, tiny scrapes making him shiver.
âThanks, dude, Iâll take him now -â
âThanks, dude, Iâll take him now -â
âWhat! No! Stop! Let go!â The Kirishima fairy did not seem to want to leave Bakugouâs hand, clinging tightly to his fingers even as Kirishimaâs massive hand curled around him. He bit down hard as he was pulled away, making Bakugou curse and Kirishima lose his grip.
Before either of them could react, the Kirishima fairy zipped up and away, out of the gym windows.
Kirishimaâs whole body slumped. âI guess I better go find him. Iâll see you after lunch for our spar, okay?â
âYeah, fine.â
Kirishimaâs whole body slumped. âI guess I better go find him. Iâll see you after lunch for our spar, okay?â
âYeah, fine.â
Bakugou scooped up his school bag and shoved his double inside of it. The stupid thing had been muttering under its breath and cursing since he got a hold of it again, aside from an ugly, sqwauking laugh when Bakugou was bitten.
He ignored the insults hurled up at him as he zipped up the bag.
âSee you later.â And Bakugou headed back towards the dorms.
âSee you later.â And Bakugou headed back towards the dorms.

From inside the stupid fucking bag, Katsuki was being tumbled and turned and he was not a fan of it, especially after his left wing got pinched between a planner and a pencil case. Climbing up and over all the shit in the bag wasnât easy
- what the fuck was all this even for, why would you need this shit - but he made it to the zipper, and, pulling hard and pushing his feet against the math textbook, succeeded in yanking it open an inch or two - enough for him to squirm out.
Time to find Eijirou.
Time to find Eijirou.


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If there was anything worse than having a teeny-tiny fairy double of himself around that could apparently fucking dissapear - he swore he had stuffed the thing in the bottom of his bag, where the fuck did it go -
it was having his fucking classmates squeal over how cute the fairies were. Headphones made it back to the dorms first, and was cornered by the girls from the other groups, eager to know what their group had gotten.
âItâs called âTinkerbell,â and, well, take a look.â
âItâs called âTinkerbell,â and, well, take a look.â
Headphones unzipped her jacket pocket to allow her fairy out, carefully setting it down on the table. Racoon Eyes almost shattered the glass with her squeal as the fairy picked herself up and smoothed out her hair.
âAAAA, Jirou, sheâs so CUTE!â
âAAAA, Jirou, sheâs so CUTE!â
âYou can call me Kyoka!â the little thing piped up.
All the girls flew from the couches to kneel around the table, and Bakugou pretended not to be interested in how they would react to this obviously very embarrassing quirk that Bakugou did not want to have to deal with.
All the girls flew from the couches to kneel around the table, and Bakugou pretended not to be interested in how they would react to this obviously very embarrassing quirk that Bakugou did not want to have to deal with.
Round Faceâs eyes got even rounder. âOhmyg-d you are adorable! Do you have Jirou-chanâs quirk?â
âQuirk?â The fairy tilted her tiny head to the side in puzzlement.
âDo you have powers, kero?â
âI, uh - â Jirou looked uncomfortable,
âQuirk?â The fairy tilted her tiny head to the side in puzzlement.
âDo you have powers, kero?â
âI, uh - â Jirou looked uncomfortable,
but she was the one who showed them all the stupid fairy, so she could deal with it - âI donât think so. She doesnât have jacks, she just has like, antennae? Where my jacks are?â
âI can fly! And I can dance! Iâm pretty good at singing!â
âI can fly! And I can dance! Iâm pretty good at singing!â
Racoon Eyes started clapping her hands together in excitement.
âOh! Sing something for us!!
âWhat should I sing?â The fairy was hopping around the table, just as excited as Pinky. .
âAnything you want!â Headphones didnât look too happy about this development,
âOh! Sing something for us!!
âWhat should I sing?â The fairy was hopping around the table, just as excited as Pinky. .
âAnything you want!â Headphones didnât look too happy about this development,
but before she could stop anything, her fairy broke out into one of Yaosobiâs hits, dancing with her arms spread wide, spinning around on the table, and going âbu-duh-duhâ for the instrumental parts.
Jirou looked about ready to melt into the floor as the girls whipped out their phones to take video and pictures, and Bakugou turned to go upstairs. He didnât need to see this.
When Bakugou finally made it up to his floor, there was still no Kirishima or fairy-Bakugou in sight, which was just fine by him. He had to draw up his study schedules for his paper midterms and work around his days with Endeavor -
and shit, Kirishima was going to be in Osaka when he was in Hosu, he was going to have to find extra time to help him study.
Might as well make two study schedules while he was at it.
Arriving at his door, Katsuki noticed that the carpet around his door was disturbed.
Might as well make two study schedules while he was at it.
Arriving at his door, Katsuki noticed that the carpet around his door was disturbed.
Squatting down, he saw some scratch marks in the paint on the door jamb and at the bottom of the door - as if someone had shoved something into his room.
If this was one of the hagâs shitty dramas, it would definitely be a confession letter and some chocolates.
If this was one of the hagâs shitty dramas, it would definitely be a confession letter and some chocolates.
It was more likely to be either a prank, or Kirishima attempting to return one of his manga - but then he hadnât seen Kirishima since he took off from gym gamma, and he had just gotten his chili KitKats a day ago.
Probably someone trying to prank him.
Probably someone trying to prank him.
Didnât matter. When he found out who it was, heâd kill them.
Katsuki opened the door, expecting some kind of loud noise or a wall of tape or a stink bomb, but nothing happened. His room seemed undisturbed. Maybe Rockfaceâs bunny had gotten out and scraped at his door or something
Katsuki opened the door, expecting some kind of loud noise or a wall of tape or a stink bomb, but nothing happened. His room seemed undisturbed. Maybe Rockfaceâs bunny had gotten out and scraped at his door or something
Dropping his bag by his desk, he started changing out of his uniform - blazer hung up, loafers under the bed. As he unbuttoned his shirt, he could have sworn he heard a weird little squeak. Was there a rat in his dorm room or something?
A minute passed in silence; maybe he did need to get his hearing checked. He chucked his uniform shirt in the hamper and moved to undo his belt, and he heard it again - maybe less of a squeak then a grunt. It was coming from his hamper -
ugh, there couldnât be a rat in his clothes, could there? Gross.
As much as he did not want to see a rat in his hamper, he also didnât want weird mystery squeaks bothering him during his study hour and nap before it was time to meet Kirishima at the gym.
As much as he did not want to see a rat in his hamper, he also didnât want weird mystery squeaks bothering him during his study hour and nap before it was time to meet Kirishima at the gym.
He picked up one of the heavier textbooks - applied chemistry - and raised it high, while lifting the school shirt he had just tossed in.
There was not a rat in his laundry.
It was the Kirishima fairy, wrapped in his dirty boxer briefs like a burrito.
âWhat the FUCK!â
There was not a rat in his laundry.
It was the Kirishima fairy, wrapped in his dirty boxer briefs like a burrito.
âWhat the FUCK!â
âKatsuki! I was waiting for you!â The fairy grinned wide, a perfect miniaturization of Kirishimaâs 100 megawatt smile.
âWhy the hell are you in my UNDERWEAR?â
The fairy snuggled deeper in, looking ever more pleased with himself.
âWhy the hell are you in my UNDERWEAR?â
The fairy snuggled deeper in, looking ever more pleased with himself.
âYou were taking too long so I was gonnaâ take a nap, yeah? But the bed is way too big! And it didnât smell like you! But this does!â
âFucking gross, get outta there, you little pervert!â Katsuki made to snatch up the fairy and his underwear all in one go,
âFucking gross, get outta there, you little pervert!â Katsuki made to snatch up the fairy and his underwear all in one go,
but the little thing was too fast. It zipped out of his hamper and up to his desk before Katsuki could grab him, leaving Katsuki with a handful of dirty laundry. Katsuki dropped his underwear and dived for the little pest, but unlike the real version, this thing was nimble.
Its wings started up and buzzed right past Katsuki to hide under the bed.
âG-d fucking damn it.â
Dropping to his knees, Katsuki started reaching around under the bed. Not that he could see anything, and the fairy could move,
âG-d fucking damn it.â
Dropping to his knees, Katsuki started reaching around under the bed. Not that he could see anything, and the fairy could move,
but he wanted that thing OUT so he could move on with his day.
It took twenty minutes before he gave up. The little thing was too good at hiding. Fuck this. Who cares if the Tiny Shitty Hair saw him change anyway. What was it going to do, report back to Kirishima?
Tch.
It took twenty minutes before he gave up. The little thing was too good at hiding. Fuck this. Who cares if the Tiny Shitty Hair saw him change anyway. What was it going to do, report back to Kirishima?
Tch.

Kirishima was having his own set of problems. When his little fairy zipped away, he had done his best to go after it - him? Did fairies have pronouns? He/him, probably - but he was really fast! He was an endurance guy, not a speed guy.
After jogging round the gyms and checking the cafeteria, he gave up and trudged back to his dorm.
He had gotten quirked less than an hour ago, and he already lost his fairy.
He was so going to fail this test.
Bakugouâs door was closed,
He had gotten quirked less than an hour ago, and he already lost his fairy.
He was so going to fail this test.
Bakugouâs door was closed,
and they had a few hours before they were supposed to meet up for training. Kirishima wasnât going to bother him now to help him look for his fairy. Heâd just take a nap, or maybe do some homework. He didnât have to be in Osaka until tomorrow morning,
so he could probably get a lot of the research on quirk legislation done today if he focused.
Thunking his head against his bedroom door, he just stood for a minute and counted to ten. It was too early to freak out about this exam.
Thunking his head against his bedroom door, he just stood for a minute and counted to ten. It was too early to freak out about this exam.
He had two weeks, six days, and eleven hours to find his fairy and turn this around.
Besides, if the fairy was like him, he was probably just chilling somewhere and talking to people, or sleeping and thinking about Bakugou or something. Heâd turn up.
Probably.
Besides, if the fairy was like him, he was probably just chilling somewhere and talking to people, or sleeping and thinking about Bakugou or something. Heâd turn up.
Probably.
He pulled his bag back up to his shoulder and unlocked the door.
Time to get to work.
âWhat took you so fucking long, shitty hair?â
Kirishima dropped his bag.
Time to get to work.
âWhat took you so fucking long, shitty hair?â
Kirishima dropped his bag.
Bakugouâs fairy was lounging on his pillow, tiny fairy ass two-thirds to three-quarters out of his ill-fitting tiny fairy sweatpants, the manga Kirishima had been reading open in front of him.
When he went to turn the page, the Bakugou-fairy had to sit up on its knees and use both hands to flip the page over.
Cute.
But also, why was Bakugouâs fairy in his room?
âBakugou - er, Fairy Bakugou - whatâre-â
âKatsuki.â
âWhat?â
âMy nameâs Katsuki, shitty hair.â
Cute.
But also, why was Bakugouâs fairy in his room?
âBakugou - er, Fairy Bakugou - whatâre-â
âKatsuki.â
âWhat?â
âMy nameâs Katsuki, shitty hair.â
The fairy stood on his pillow with his hands on his hips, bottom lip jutting out in what he probably thought was a menacing scowl. Full-sized Bakugou did that too, but Kirishima just thought it was endearing.
âI donât know if that - I mean - is that okay?â
âI told you to, didnât I? I never say things I donât mean, fuck. Wait, what the hell are you doing?â He started to shout as Kirishima scooped him up from the pillow, holding him up at face level in cupped hands.
âI told you to, didnât I? I never say things I donât mean, fuck. Wait, what the hell are you doing?â He started to shout as Kirishima scooped him up from the pillow, holding him up at face level in cupped hands.
âUh - I was going to take you back to Bakugou? Cause, youâre part of our exam, and he should probably know where you are.â
âFuck that, Iâm staying here!â
âYou canât stay in here! Bakugouâs grade depends on how you act, and all. Heâll lose points if you make trouble.â
âFuck that, Iâm staying here!â
âYou canât stay in here! Bakugouâs grade depends on how you act, and all. Heâll lose points if you make trouble.â
âIâm not fucking leaving! I donât care about his stupid test.â The Bakugou fairy sat down in Kirishimaâs hand and crossed his arms across his chest. Kirishima could feel the smooth fairy skin against his fingers, and wondered, briefly, if Bakugouâs skin was as soft.
âLook, man -â
âKatsuki! Stop calling me man!â
âKatsuki, you have to -â
âIâm not going anywhere, asshole! I am staying right here!â
Fairy Bakugou was pouting. Kirishima was going to explode from adorable.
âKatsuki! Stop calling me man!â
âKatsuki, you have to -â
âIâm not going anywhere, asshole! I am staying right here!â
Fairy Bakugou was pouting. Kirishima was going to explode from adorable.
âOkay - look, heâs probably studying, so you can stay with me until we meet up to go to the gym, okay? But Iâm supposed to take care of the fairy me-â
Fairy Bakugou didnât seem to be listening, because as soon as Kirishima said âstay with meâ he jolted up,
Fairy Bakugou didnât seem to be listening, because as soon as Kirishima said âstay with meâ he jolted up,
started his wings with a buzz, and moved up to Kirishimaâs shoulder. Kirishima couldnât turn his head to see the fairy, but he felt his breath against his face.
âI knew youâd see it my way,â he growled into Kirishimaâs ear before twisting tiny handfuls of red hair and climbing
âI knew youâd see it my way,â he growled into Kirishimaâs ear before twisting tiny handfuls of red hair and climbing
up Kirishimaâs spikes to settle on the top of his head. âWhat are we doing now?â
âUh - I was going to do homework before lunch. Do you - I dunno, do you want me to put on a movie for you or something?â
âIâm fine up here. Do your homework. Iâll be patient.â
âUh - I was going to do homework before lunch. Do you - I dunno, do you want me to put on a movie for you or something?â
âIâm fine up here. Do your homework. Iâll be patient.â
âAre - are you going to just sit in my hair? You can sit on the bed, again, or I can find you a book to sit on or something.â
âJust do your homework so we can do something else!â
âJust do your homework so we can do something else!â

Eijirou - not original flavor Eijirou, but he thought of himself as Eijirou - had managed to stay quiet and unobtrusive for twenty minutes after Katsuki had given up looking for him,
which was pretty good considering the love of his life was sitting there looking cute while studying and also just a bit ago Eijirou had been wrapped up in Katsukiâs underwear that definitely smelled like him and also had definitely touched his junk!
It was like an indirect kiss with penises.
Oh, but he had been wearing his little kilt, so maybe it wasnât?
Oh, but he had been wearing his little kilt, so maybe it wasnât?
But his kilt touched his own junk, and then the kilt had touched Katsukiâs underwear, and Katsukiâs underwear had touched Katsukiâs junk, so it was like an indirect-indirect kiss! With penises.
That was definitely how it worked.
That was definitely how it worked.
Really, Katsuki should be proud of him for being good and quiet this long, even if he had studying to do. Eijirou knew, vaguely, that there were tests Katsuki and other-Eijirou had to prepare for, and their grades were important for heroing!
But studying was boring.
But studying was boring.
Eijirou snuck out from under the bed. Well, he thought he snuck. What he really did was exaggeratedly tiptoe from under Katsukiâs bed, across the open floor, and to the base of Katsukiâs desk, like the act of tiptoeing would keep him from being spotted.
Once he reached the desk, he wasnât sure what to do. He could fly up and sit on the desk, but Katsuki would probably notice him that way. He just had to stay out of his line of sight, and then he could spend time with him and
Katsuki could study and everyone would get what they wanted!
Kirishima tried to fly -quietly- and land on Katsukiâs thigh.
Kirishima tried to fly -quietly- and land on Katsukiâs thigh.
He was very pleased with himself for his stealthy landing until the leg under him moved when Katsuki shoved back from his desk and stared down into his lap at the fairy sitting on his sweatpants.
âWhat the hell are you doing? Why the fuck are you on my leg? I thought you left!"
âWhat the hell are you doing? Why the fuck are you on my leg? I thought you left!"
âWhy would I leave? I told you I wanted to spend time with youâ
Katsuki went red across his face. Was he too warm? Should Eijirou try to open the door to the balcony? Would he be strong enough to push it open?
Katsuki went red across his face. Was he too warm? Should Eijirou try to open the door to the balcony? Would he be strong enough to push it open?
His train of thought was interrupted when Katsuki grabbed him, making Eijirou squawk and kick. âPut me down! Katsuki! Put me down!â
He landed on his little fairy ass when Katsuki dropped him, his legs bouncing up as he ended up in a sprawl with his wings under him
He landed on his little fairy ass when Katsuki dropped him, his legs bouncing up as he ended up in a sprawl with his wings under him
and his kilt around his waist. He pushed himself up by his elbows, trying to sit up, when Katsukiâs big fingers came back down, keeping him still while his other hand came up to tug his kilt down.
âHey!â
âHey!â
âJust - look, if you want to fucking stay in my room, what the fuck ever, but Iâm studying. So shut up and sit still, or go find yourself some fairy underpants. You canât go around flashing people like that.â
Katsukiâs face was even more red, maybe he needed water?
Katsukiâs face was even more red, maybe he needed water?
âI wouldnât have flashed you if you hadnât picked me up!â he pouted.
âStay out of my fucking lap so I donât have to pick you up!â
âBut -â
âIf you talk again before Iâm done Iâm going to put you in the desk drawer until Kirishima shows up. Be quiet.â
âStay out of my fucking lap so I donât have to pick you up!â
âBut -â
âIf you talk again before Iâm done Iâm going to put you in the desk drawer until Kirishima shows up. Be quiet.â
Hrmph. Eijirou crossed his arms across his spread knees and pouted. He pouted quietly, though, because he didnât want Katsuki to be mad at him.

Katsuki was getting impatient. He was sitting in Eijirouâs hair, enjoying the smell of conditioner and sweat. That had been fine for the first ten minutes. After that Katsuki started shifting, trying to get more comfortable in the spikes,
until Eijirou reached up and tried to move him.
âThat tickles! Cut it out!â
âStop trying to grab me!â He swatted at Eijirouâs tree-limb sized fingers until he withdrew. âFucking fine, Iâll sit still until you finish the damned homework.â
Katsuki was trying to be good.
âThat tickles! Cut it out!â
âStop trying to grab me!â He swatted at Eijirouâs tree-limb sized fingers until he withdrew. âFucking fine, Iâll sit still until you finish the damned homework.â
Katsuki was trying to be good.
He really was, but when Ei said âhomeworkâ, he thought it was going to be a worksheet or some reading. But no, he had a stack of index cards that he was filling out in different colored pens as he visited different websites, and it had been approximately a million years since
Eijirou started, and Katsuki wanted to spend some time hanging out with Eiji, not just watching him fill out stupid cards in the laptop screenâs reflection. Like the cards were so great.
Even if he looked really good when he was thinking hard with his eyebrows coming together.
Even if he looked really good when he was thinking hard with his eyebrows coming together.
And even if he chewed on his pen a lot, and stuck his tongue out a lot, and now Katsuki was thinking about earlier when he had seen all those teeth in Eiâs mouth.
And his tongue.
Enough of this shit!
Katsuki was at the end of his patience.
And his tongue.
Enough of this shit!
Katsuki was at the end of his patience.
Heâd only really existed for about two hours, and he only really got to touch Eijirou for two minutes in that time, and this could not continue.
âHow much longer is this going to take?â
âHow much longer is this going to take?â
He climbed between the hair horns on Kirishimaâs forehead and dangled down so his head and wings were in front of Kirishimaâs eyes. Kirishima went cross-eyed trying to look at him.
âDude -â
âKATSUKI!â
âDude -â
âKATSUKI!â
â-Fine, Katsuki, Iâm sorry youâre bored or whatever, but I have to get this research done, yeah? You - er, other you - spends a lot of time helping me keep my grades up, so itâd be unmanly if I just slacked off.â
âWell, when the fuck are you going to be done? Itâs been hours!â
âWell, when the fuck are you going to be done? Itâs been hours!â
âItâs been 20 minutes!â
âWell you have a ton of those stupid fucking cards, isnât that enough?â
âNo! This is part of my exam grade! And Iâm stressed enough about it without you OR big you yelling at me about it!â
âIâm not fucking yelling at you!â
âWell you have a ton of those stupid fucking cards, isnât that enough?â
âNo! This is part of my exam grade! And Iâm stressed enough about it without you OR big you yelling at me about it!â
âIâm not fucking yelling at you!â
âJust /please/ be quiet, ma- Katsuki. You can do whatever you want in here as long as youâre quiet so I can finish this before gym time.â
âFucking fine.â
And Katsuki flipped himself back up and buzzed to the other side of the room to sulk.
âFucking fine.â
And Katsuki flipped himself back up and buzzed to the other side of the room to sulk.
At least, he was going to sulk before he reviewed what Shitty Hair had said.
He could do whatever he wanted in here, as long as he was quiet.
And what he wanted was Eiâs attention.
He could work with quiet.
He could do whatever he wanted in here, as long as he was quiet.
And what he wanted was Eiâs attention.
He could work with quiet.

âKaaaaaaatsuki,â fairy Kirishima whined. âIâm booooooooored.â
Bakugou pinched his nose and huffed. âGive it a fucking rest, Mighty Mouse, Iâve got work to do so I can help the real you pass his exams.â
âHey! Iâm real!â
âOriginal you, whatever. Pipe the fuck down.â
Bakugou pinched his nose and huffed. âGive it a fucking rest, Mighty Mouse, Iâve got work to do so I can help the real you pass his exams.â
âHey! Iâm real!â
âOriginal you, whatever. Pipe the fuck down.â
Forty five seconds passed before the whining started again: âBut Iâm booooooooooooooored.â
âI will put you in this desk drawer if you donât shut the hell up.â
Another thirty seconds passed.
âKatsuki, when are you going to be done? Iâm -â
âI will put you in this desk drawer if you donât shut the hell up.â
Another thirty seconds passed.
âKatsuki, when are you going to be done? Iâm -â
âJuicy Crust, Shitty Hair! If you say youâre bored one more time Iâm going to explode your tiny fairy ass into the sun.â
Twenty seconds passed. Bakugou saw the fairy chewing its lip over and over with shark teeth just like Kirishimaâs before itâs face brightened into a smile.
Twenty seconds passed. Bakugou saw the fairy chewing its lip over and over with shark teeth just like Kirishimaâs before itâs face brightened into a smile.
Apparently it had found a loophole.
âKatsuki! I want to do something thatâs not homework!!â
Bakugou slammed down his pencil and shut his book with a bang. âThen go the fuck away! Iâve got stuff to do.â
âBut I want to do something with /you/.â
âShut. Up.â
âKatsuki! I want to do something thatâs not homework!!â
Bakugou slammed down his pencil and shut his book with a bang. âThen go the fuck away! Iâve got stuff to do.â
âBut I want to do something with /you/.â
âShut. Up.â
Bakugou shoved his now finished homework back into his bag, but before he could even move, the fairy started up again.
âCan we do something /now/? Iâve been sitting here for /ages/.â
âCan we do something /now/? Iâve been sitting here for /ages/.â
âWell, Iâm taking a nap cause Iâm tired as fuck and youâre somehow more annoying that the original, so youâre shit out of luck. Leave or go to sleepâ
When he moved toward his bed, fairy Kirishima buzzed past him to land on his pillow before he even reached the bed and pulled at the corner of his sheet to cover up.
âOkay! We can take a nap!â
Bakugou let off a small detonation as he sat down,
âOkay! We can take a nap!â
Bakugou let off a small detonation as he sat down,
but the fairy didnât react at all to it, just tucked itself into his sheet corner and snuggled in, smiling at him. Kirishima - big Kirishima, fuck whatever, /his/ Kirishima had slept over a few times. Not often. Only when one of them had a bad night.
And Bakugou always ended up having to roll out of bed earlier than usual to hide his morning wood. Which wasnât anything weird, it was just a fucking system check or whatever,
but it was kind of off putting to wake up to your best friend snoring loud enough to make the bed rumble and then realize youâre dick was hard enough to cut diamond.
âWhat the hell! Iâm taking a nap, get out of my bed, you little freak.â
The fairy turned sad eyes on him.
âWhat the hell! Iâm taking a nap, get out of my bed, you little freak.â
The fairy turned sad eyes on him.
âYouâre gonna kick me out of bed?â
Why did he have to say it like that?
âThatâs not wha - you know what, fucking fine, whatever, just go to sleep and leave me be.â
Bakugou collapsed back onto his bed, making the fairy bounce up off his pillow, and threw an arm over his eyes.
Why did he have to say it like that?
âThatâs not wha - you know what, fucking fine, whatever, just go to sleep and leave me be.â
Bakugou collapsed back onto his bed, making the fairy bounce up off his pillow, and threw an arm over his eyes.
He needed all the rest he could get between work studies and exam prep. If the runt kept him awake he really was going to blow it into the sun.
Thankfully, it seemed to be quieting down. He heard it shifting a little, and humming that stupid pop song that Kirishima loved.
Thankfully, it seemed to be quieting down. He heard it shifting a little, and humming that stupid pop song that Kirishima loved.
The sound came closer, until he realized that the fairy had curled up right under his ear. The humming kept up, and before long, Bakugou had drifted off.
He didnât end up sleeping long.
He knew at some point he woke with a start when he felt a tickling sensation.
He didnât end up sleeping long.
He knew at some point he woke with a start when he felt a tickling sensation.
He scratched his stomach, stretched, rucked his tank up over his head, and was out again almost immediately.
He probably had a few half formed dreams before he was woken up by a âthudâ somewhere else in the dorms.
He probably had a few half formed dreams before he was woken up by a âthudâ somewhere else in the dorms.
The dream was dumb, something about Kirishima and his stupid shitty sharp teeth, and he knew he was going to have to deal with his stupid fucking erection, like he had time for that with training later and work study tomorrow,
and then he also realized that his dick felt very warm and he wasnât touching it.
Pushing himself up on his elbows, Bakugou looked down.
The Kirishima fairy was fucking /cuddling/ with his dick, arms wrapped around it and face pressed against the reddened head.
Pushing himself up on his elbows, Bakugou looked down.
The Kirishima fairy was fucking /cuddling/ with his dick, arms wrapped around it and face pressed against the reddened head.
He always wore his pants loose, and apparently they were loose enough that they had slid down his hips. His boxer briefs weren't loose though - did the fairy pull his underwear down?
âFuck,â he hissed as he watched the fairy started pressing kisses to the head of his dick.
âFuck,â he hissed as he watched the fairy started pressing kisses to the head of his dick.
They were so /small/, so barely there, but it was enough to get him interested. The fairyâs hair was soft, and each kiss felt featherlight. The wings fluttering against his Adonis belt tickled, and that somehow made it better.
The fairy didnât seem to notice that he had awakened
The fairy didnât seem to notice that he had awakened
He was still humming that song that Kirishima loved as he snuggled closer, rubbing his cheek against the head of Bakugoâs dick like a cat scent marking. Bakugouâs eyes were locked on the scene.
Kirishima was . . . important to him.
Kirishima was . . . important to him.
He knew that, he had known that for a while, even if he couldnât come out and say it, and . . .
Was this wrong? Was the fairy doing what Kirishima wanted to do? Was he doing what Bakugou wanted him to do?
Was this wrong? Was the fairy doing what Kirishima wanted to do? Was he doing what Bakugou wanted him to do?
He stopped puzzling over the morals of the situation as soon as fairy Kirishima shifted and pulled himself onto Bakugouâs dick. He wasnât quite heavy enough to keep his cock flush to his stomach, so he looked like he was riding a mechanical bull,
knees squeezing around the vein that went from base to tip, tiny fingers rubbing over the frenulum. His touches were so light, but /fuck/.
Looking down, mouth dry, Bakugou could see that the fairyâs kilt had been rucked up against his hips,
Looking down, mouth dry, Bakugou could see that the fairyâs kilt had been rucked up against his hips,
and Eijirou was rutting his tiny dick against the massive one he was riding. When Bakugou held his breath, he could even hear tiny chirps as the fairy ground down.
âYouâre dick is really big, Katsuki! And it's pretty, look how pink you are! It smells good, too!
âYouâre dick is really big, Katsuki! And it's pretty, look how pink you are! It smells good, too!
Better than your undies!â
Fuck that /smile/ was Kirishimaâs smile, the idea of Kirishima - real Kirishima - complimenting his dick, with the visuals of an enthusiastic Kirishima cuddling on his cock made him twitch.
âOop!â
Fuck that /smile/ was Kirishimaâs smile, the idea of Kirishima - real Kirishima - complimenting his dick, with the visuals of an enthusiastic Kirishima cuddling on his cock made him twitch.
âOop!â
Fairy Kirishima fell forward and wrapped his arms back around Bakugou, squeezing tightly so he wouldnât fall. This put his face level with Bakugouâs tip, and Bakugou watched in fascination as the fairy scooped up a drop of pre from his slit and began licking it off his palms.
âItâs salty!â
He sounded so amazed, so shocked - fucking hell, Bakugou could not take this, but how was he supposed to stop it, /fuck/. He threw his arm back over his eyes so he wouldnât watch the fairy eat sticky handfuls off his dick, but he couldnât look away for long.
He sounded so amazed, so shocked - fucking hell, Bakugou could not take this, but how was he supposed to stop it, /fuck/. He threw his arm back over his eyes so he wouldnât watch the fairy eat sticky handfuls off his dick, but he couldnât look away for long.
The barely-there touches stopped after a minute, and the chirping resumed, along with a soft /schlick-schlick-schlick/sound. Bakugou peaked out from under his arm to see that fairy-Kirishima had wrapped his hands around his own little dick,
and, /fuck/, was he jerking himself with Bakugouâs pre-come? /FUCK./
âKatsuki! You feel /good/.â He was rutting hard, dragging his cock up and down against Bakugou, hands and cock shiny with Bakugouâs pre, making those little chirps and digging his teeth into his bottom lip.
âKatsuki! You feel /good/.â He was rutting hard, dragging his cock up and down against Bakugou, hands and cock shiny with Bakugouâs pre, making those little chirps and digging his teeth into his bottom lip.
Holy shit, that was probably the same face that Kirishima made when he came; Bakugou was going to have this seared into his mind forever.
The fairy came with a yelp, splattering just a few drops over Bakugouâs dick, and over balanced, falling to Bakugouâs thigh
The fairy came with a yelp, splattering just a few drops over Bakugouâs dick, and over balanced, falling to Bakugouâs thigh
and breathing heavily, but Bakugou wasnât watching him any more. He could not take this - Kirishima had just - okay, mini-Kirishima - had just come from humping his dick.
Bakugou groaned as he reached down to fist himself - he couldnât wait to dig out his lube, he was already too keyed up - but he felt the fairyâs sticky spend mixed with the dribbles of pre from his own dick, and his balls already felt tight, fuck, fuck, /fuck/.
He grabbed his balls in one hand and tugged lightly, twisting his other frantically over the head of his cock, thumb working desperately against the slit and just under the head. It only took a moment before he gasped and came all over his stomach.
âWow! You came so much!â
âWow! You came so much!â
Bakugou let his head hit the pillow, panting for air, and closed his eyes. He should clean up before his cum dried, but he just needed a minute. Heâd let the fairy be amazed at the glob of jizz on his abs if it wanted.
Then he felt fairy feet move from his thigh, across his hip, to his stomach, and looked back down. The Kirishima-fairy was licking one of his palms, coated in Bakugouâs cum, and already rutting into his other hand, slick with Bakugouâs semen,
and he smiled Kirishimaâs smile up at Bakugou.
âCan we go again?â
Bakugou dropped his head back down and shut his eyes.
Heâd clean up later.
âCan we go again?â
Bakugou dropped his head back down and shut his eyes.
Heâd clean up later.

Kirishima finished his 45th note card, which he thought was pretty good for an hourâs worth of work! He packed everything up neatly, because if he couldnât find the notes he needed when he needed them his papers ended up getting scorched by a frustrated tutor,
then closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair, looking at the ceiling.
He still had some time before the gym and lunch - maybe he should go find his fairy.
Or he could use some stress relief? The idea was tempting - sometimes it was hard just to get a half hour to himself
He still had some time before the gym and lunch - maybe he should go find his fairy.
Or he could use some stress relief? The idea was tempting - sometimes it was hard just to get a half hour to himself
And - well, it was usually a good idea to get off before he went to fight Bakugou, just to avoid any embarrassment. Kirishima palmed his dick, already perking up at the thought of Bakugou.
He was so utterly, totally gone on Bakugou. Yeah, he could be kind of an asshole,
He was so utterly, totally gone on Bakugou. Yeah, he could be kind of an asshole,
but he was also determined, strong, passionate, hot, manly, had really nice looking lips, and his waist was ridiculously tiny -
Wait, where had the Katsuki fairy gone?
Jerking up from the chair and letting it clatter to the floor, Kirishima spun around to look for the fairy.
Wait, where had the Katsuki fairy gone?
Jerking up from the chair and letting it clatter to the floor, Kirishima spun around to look for the fairy.
He had told him to be quiet, and he had been, but where had he gone, oh fuck, what if he lost Bakugouâs fairy and -
There he was! On the bed, okay.
âKatsuki?â
âWhat, Ei?â
âWhat happened to your pants?â
âThey were fucking gross! I took âem off.â
There he was! On the bed, okay.
âKatsuki?â
âWhat, Ei?â
âWhat happened to your pants?â
âThey were fucking gross! I took âem off.â
Katsuki was sitting on Kirishimaâs pillow, gross pants off to the side, and he was jerking off. Which was why his pants had gotten gross. So now he was jerking off on Kirishimaâs pillow.
There wasnât a lot spattered on his pillow, but there was enough that Kirishima could tell the fairy had been at it for a while, and Kirishima almost tripped over his feet as he rushed across the room, yanking his stained pillow from under the fairy and
sending him toppling onto the bed with an angry shout.
âWhat the hell! You - you canât jack off on my pillow!â
âWhy not?â Katsuki picked himself, shooting a scowl up toward Kirishima.
âWhat the hell! You - you canât jack off on my pillow!â
âWhy not?â Katsuki picked himself, shooting a scowl up toward Kirishima.
Kirishima tried to avoid looking at the naked fairy and the pink, miniscule prick bobbing between his thighs - was that what Bakugouâs really looked like? No! Wrong train of thought! It didnât matter!
He couldnât get distracted by naked fairies, even if he did look exactly like Bakugou.
âBecause itâs my pillow!â
âYou said I could do whatever the fuck I wanted as long as I was quiet!
âYeah, but not jerking off on my pillow! I sleep on that!â
âBecause itâs my pillow!â
âYou said I could do whatever the fuck I wanted as long as I was quiet!
âYeah, but not jerking off on my pillow! I sleep on that!â
âYou /said/ I could do whatever I wanted! And I even asked you to do something else so I was fucking polite and everything and I know you donât really mind cause your dickâs gonna poke me in the face!â
Kirishima yanked the hem of his shirt down,
Kirishima yanked the hem of his shirt down,
but Katsuki flew straight at his pants and grabbed the zipper, trying to pull it down.
âHey!â Katsuki dodged as Kirishima tried to grab him, then, because he was stupidly fast, went under Kirishimaâs shirt and shimmied down into his boxers.
Kirishima ripped his pants off fast,
âHey!â Katsuki dodged as Kirishima tried to grab him, then, because he was stupidly fast, went under Kirishimaâs shirt and shimmied down into his boxers.
Kirishima ripped his pants off fast,
and fumbled out of his boxers, only to trip and land with a thud on the floor, legs splayed out and his cock standing at attention. Why was he hard, he should be angry, not horny, but Katsuki was hovering in front of him, with a look of devilish glee on his face,
and /that/ was a face that Kirishima was used to reacting to. Kirishima noticed, for the first time, the two little dandelion-puffs of his antennae moving in the slight breeze from his wings, before he realized the fairy was fisting his little cock again
and looking down at Kirishimaâs.
âFuck, I knew youâd be hung like a horse, shitty hair!â He dropped down to hover over the carpet before stepping onto Kirishimaâs dick, making himself comfortable by leaning into the black curls there, arms crossed behind his head.
âFuck, I knew youâd be hung like a horse, shitty hair!â He dropped down to hover over the carpet before stepping onto Kirishimaâs dick, making himself comfortable by leaning into the black curls there, arms crossed behind his head.
Kirishima was still frozen in place. Was he dreaming? He probably dreamt this whole fairy thing, there was no way Bakugou - any Bakugou, regular sized or miniature - had spent time thinking about his dick.
âCome on! Donât you want to get off?â
âWhat?â
âCome on! Donât you want to get off?â
âWhat?â
âIdiot. Iâll help you, itâs fine.â
Katsuki climbed off of Kirishima, fisted his dick a few more times, and curled himself around the hot red head of Kirishimaâs cock, where a small bubble of pre-come had formed at the tip.
âBetcha Iâm going to be your first, Ei!â
Katsuki climbed off of Kirishima, fisted his dick a few more times, and curled himself around the hot red head of Kirishimaâs cock, where a small bubble of pre-come had formed at the tip.
âBetcha Iâm going to be your first, Ei!â
The fairy lined himself up with Kirishimaâs slit, and started fucking into him.
This was definitely a dream. The look on Katsukiâs face, the definition of every tiny muscle, the fact that Katsuki had basically dive bombed to get into his pants - it had to be a dream.
This was definitely a dream. The look on Katsukiâs face, the definition of every tiny muscle, the fact that Katsuki had basically dive bombed to get into his pants - it had to be a dream.
So it was okay if he got off.
Kirishima wrapped fingers and thumb around the base of his dick and fumbled under the mattress for the lube hidden there. He popped the cap open with his teeth and slicked up his fingers before thrusting into his fist and against the fairy.
Kirishima wrapped fingers and thumb around the base of his dick and fumbled under the mattress for the lube hidden there. He popped the cap open with his teeth and slicked up his fingers before thrusting into his fist and against the fairy.
His movements knocked Katsuki off, but he jumped right back up to grab Kirishimaâs dick again, thrusting back and doing his best to grip onto the slippery ridge at the head of the cock as big as he was.
He would look blissed out, except every time he opened his eyes, he looked like he was challenging Kirishima, and Kirishima was weak for it.
Katsuki came first with a grunt, only enough to splatter over Kirishimaâs tip,
Katsuki came first with a grunt, only enough to splatter over Kirishimaâs tip,
and fell back on his ass just as Kirishima had a few minutes before. He looked pleased as he watched Kirishima chew his bottom lip and rock into his own fist.
âI bet you come like a fuckinâ horse, too, Ei, with a dick like that. Iâm going to get your balls next, rub out even more cum, bet youâd love to come all ov-â
Kirishimaâs groan cut him off, and Katsuki was covered in his cum, antennae, torso, wings, all of it.
Kirishimaâs groan cut him off, and Katsuki was covered in his cum, antennae, torso, wings, all of it.
He stuck his tongue out to lick some off his face, and started tugging his dick again.
âI was fuckinâ right.â
Kirishima just watched, feeling shell shocked, as the fairy copy of his best friend, covered in come, crawled between his legs and started grinding against his balls.
âI was fuckinâ right.â
Kirishima just watched, feeling shell shocked, as the fairy copy of his best friend, covered in come, crawled between his legs and started grinding against his balls.
Was this the whole quirk? Did Tinkerbell just make horny little doubles?
There was no way he was going to pass this exam.
There was no way he was going to pass this exam.

By the time their gym reservation rolled around, Kirishima and Bakugou had both wiped themselves and their fairy temptors clean. Normally they walked to the gym together, but Kirishima wasnât in his room when Bakugou knocked.
The Kirishima-fairy was riding on Bakugouâs shoulder, looking around and jabbering on about anything he saw.
Bakugou ran into Glasses and Round Face on the way to the gym. Well, Round Face charged up to him with Glasses following behind.
Bakugou ran into Glasses and Round Face on the way to the gym. Well, Round Face charged up to him with Glasses following behind.
âBakugou! Do you have Bakufly? I want to see him!â
âWhat the hell is a Bakufly?â
Ochako leaned in when she saw the fairy on his shoulder. âOh, you have the Kirifly!â
âWhat the fuck is a Kirifly?â
Glasses spoke up.
âWhat the hell is a Bakufly?â
Ochako leaned in when she saw the fairy on his shoulder. âOh, you have the Kirifly!â
âWhat the fuck is a Kirifly?â
Glasses spoke up.
âOchako and Momo started calling the fairy doubles Jiroufly and Iidafly, instead of just saying âFairy Iidaâ.â
âYeah, it felt weird to call them Kyoka and Tenya, right? This way we can figure out who weâre talking to. Why do you have Kirifly?â
âYeah, it felt weird to call them Kyoka and Tenya, right? This way we can figure out who weâre talking to. Why do you have Kirifly?â
âI wanted to spend time with Katsuki! Heâs the best! We did homework and played hide-and-seek and took a nap and then Katsuki got har-â
Bakugou grabbed at the fairy, causing him to tip backwards and fly up, out of the reach of Bakugouâs angry hands.
Bakugou grabbed at the fairy, causing him to tip backwards and fly up, out of the reach of Bakugouâs angry hands.
âThe little pest just wonât fucking leave me alone. Whatever.â
âI think itâs admirable that your best friend wants to stick with you even as -â
âWhat the fuck ever, Glasses. Iâve got somewhere to be.â
âI think itâs admirable that your best friend wants to stick with you even as -â
âWhat the fuck ever, Glasses. Iâve got somewhere to be.â
Bakugou shoulder checked his way between Iida and Ochako and stomped toward the gym, Kirifly chasing after him.
When he reached the gym and saw Kirishima, full sized Kirishima, who he had just thought about and got off to, and seen his O-face -
When he reached the gym and saw Kirishima, full sized Kirishima, who he had just thought about and got off to, and seen his O-face -
well, Bakugou wasnât built for this kind of thing. He just turned bright red and set off a small explosion against Kirishimaâs smiling, red face. âLetâs do this, Shitty Hair, we already lost time cause I had to look for you.â
âYeah, dude! No problem!â
âYeah, dude! No problem!â
Each of them dropped into a stance for a no-quirk sparring session, and Bakufly and Kirifly sat on the weights to watch.

After a few minutes of watching their full sized counterparts grapple, Kirifly dragged his eyes away from Bakugouâs sweaty shoulders to look at Bakufly.

After a few minutes of watching their full sized counterparts grapple, Kirifly dragged his eyes away from Bakugouâs sweaty shoulders to look at Bakufly.
âHowâd it go?â
Bakufly just grinned at him with narrowed eyes, and Kirifly clapped in excitement.
âThis is going to be great!â
They shared a tiny fistbump as Kirishima swept Bakugouâs legs out from under him and the gym filled with cursing.
End Chapter Two
Bakufly just grinned at him with narrowed eyes, and Kirifly clapped in excitement.
âThis is going to be great!â
They shared a tiny fistbump as Kirishima swept Bakugouâs legs out from under him and the gym filled with cursing.

