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Bakugo stepped out of his car and faced the university, his new future. He felt nerves tingle up his body as he considered the shift his life would take. He would have to make new friends, get used to a new routine, and start new, harder classes than the ones in high school, but he wasn’t worried, he had been top of his classes from Kindergarten to senior year.
He had recently turned 18 and had moved out of his house as quickly as he could, living with his cousin for a few months while he figured things out, and had applied to a couple of colleges. He had gotten into several of them, as expected, and chose this one, Passionate Pioneers University, as it had the best science courses in the country. Bakugo could only take the best, not any average classes.
He slowly walked into the university, admiring the high ceilings and intricate painted walls. He took the elevator to find his dorm. Number 301. He opened the door and looked around. It was a simple dorm; the living room had a television but was notably missing a couch, a small kitchen with barely enough room for two was near, and a table for eating was adjacent to the kitchen. The bedroom door was right next to the living room.
He put his several bags in the bedroom, which had a full-sized bed, a desk, a bookshelf, and a chair in front of the desk. He sat on his bed and messaged Deku to let him know that he arrived. Suddenly, he heard the front door bang open.
“DAMM NERD!” he exclaimed in surprise. He walked out of the bedroom to see what the commotion was about. He stopped in his tracks as he saw a small man standing in the doorway, holding a cane. Weakling.
“What are you doing here?” the man said. Bakugo could detect a faint accent, it sounded like one from Europe.
“Erm, I should ask you the same thing,” Bakugo replied.
“This is my room.”
“It’s mine as well. I was assigned this.”
“Well,” the man sighed in exasperation, “I’ll go to the front desk and sort this out.”
He turned on his heel and walked out of the room, cane clacking along with his footsteps.
Bakugo sighed and sat at one of the chairs at the dining table. This is the last thing he needs to happen. He had just arrived at university today, and there were already problems. He twiddled his thumbs and contemplated how sorry he felt for himself as he waited for the man to come back.
Viktor stalked away from the room towards the university’s elevator and took himself down to the first floor. He charged up to the front desk and gave a tight smile to the employee there.
“I’d like to confide in a complication that has arisen,” he said coolly
The woman smiles. “Sure, how can I help?”
“My room wasn’t supposed to have a roommate, but it seems I do.”
“Okay, and what’s your name?”
“Viktor.”
She clicked away at her computer for a moment. “It says here you’ve put in a request to room with Bakugo. He had a request to be with you as well.”
Viktor’s brows drew together in confusion and annoyance. “I’ve never met this man in my life. That can’t be.”
“Well, that’s what it says here.”
“Is there a way I can switch rooms?”
“Sorry, but all other rooms are full.”
“Are you sure?”
I’m just telling you what’s here on the computer.”
“Fine.” Viktor said firmly, he could feel his frustration rising to the surface and decided it was best if he left, lest he break something with his cane. “It’s fine. I’ll figure it out.”
“Well, have a good rest of your day!” she exclaimed. Too cheerful.
Viktor dragged himself back up to his room. He sighed. His leg was already bothering him. This whole situation was not helping him today.
Bakugo had drifted off at the table when he heard the front door open again. He snapped back awake and looked up to see the man back inside.
“It appears we’re rooming with each other for the rest of the year. Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out.”
“Okay,” Bakugo replied. He briefly considered where that meant for sleeping arrangements. There was only one bed, and for some reason, no couch. Bakugo flushed, realizing what this meant; he’d likely have to share a bed with this mysterious, (and rather handsome) stranger.
“Well, if we’re going to be spending time together these next few days, then I suppose we should have our introductions.” He took a few swift steps towards Bakugo and stuck out his hand.
“Viktor,” the man said.
Bakugo shook Viktor's hand, he had a solid grip. Dominating.
“Katsuki Bakugo,” he replied, “but you can call me Bakugo,” he was enjoying the solid feeling of Viktor’s hand on his own. He felt something like loss when Viktor withdrew his hand.
“Nice to meet you, Bakugo,” Viktor said.
Bakugo could listen to him talk for hours. His accent was encapsulating and sounded like the ocean on a summer night. He could drown in it. Among other fluids.
They ate their separate dinners, with Bakugo downing a bottle of hot sauce, and he took out some of his belongings to give it that homey feel. As he did, he talked with Viktor for a bit about what classes they would be taking. He learned he and Viktor would be taking the same science class in the mornings, taught by Professor Heimerdinger.
“I’ve heard he’s a good teacher,” Viktor told him.
“I’m eager to study more interesting science,” Bakugo said. Bakugo was also interested in studying every crevice on Viktor’s body, but he kept that one to himself. They chatted more about what they were planning to pursue in college.
Eventually, he felt himself getting tired. Viktor looked tired too, but then again, he always looked like he had a foot on death’s doorstep.
“I’m going to wash up and head to bed now,” Bakugo announced.
“I’m going to sit and read for a while,” Viktor replied, “but I’ll be there later. I hope it’s alright with you if we share a bed tonight. We’ll find another arrangement this week, hopefully.”
Bakugo flushed. “E-erm, yeah! It’s alright!” he said, sounding too eager. Baka…
He got into his Hello Kitty pajama bottoms and tight tank top, and crawled into bed, enjoying the feeling of the soft sheets and plush pillows on his skin after a long and confusing day. He whipped out his iPad and started playing Block Blast and watched some YouTube shorts to calm himself down.
He eventually felt himself begin to drift off, so he shut off his iPad and went to sleep. But, he couldn’t sleep. The idea of Viktor sleeping less than a foot away from him awoke something inside of Bakugo. Something feral. Bakugo tossed and turned in his half attempt to drift off, but he was too distracted by the idea of Viktor. He lay awake, staring into the dark at the ceiling, and nearly jumped out of his skin when the bedroom door swung open. Viktor stumbled into the room, in a nightgown that looked like it was from the 1800s. It turned Bakugo on in a way. He pretended to be asleep so it wouldn’t feel awkward. He felt Viktor’s weight settle next to him on the bed and he heard the clink of a cane as he rested it against the wall. It was silent for a few moments, until he heard Viktor’s thick accent whisper against his ear.
“I know you’re awake, Kacchan.”
Bakugo’s eyes snapped open, and he gasped.
“Nervous, are we?” Viktor chuckled deeply.
Their lips met. They kissed. They both started jorking it.
The next morning, Bakugo found that he had a hard time walking to the bathroom. Viktor smirked as he walked out of the bedroom.
“Sore, are we?”
Bakugo blushed and quickly got ready for his day. He attended all of his classes with ease, and it was finally time for his after-school photography club. He walked into the classroom, where a small group of college students sat. He quickly took a seat. Suddenly, a broad man with hair the color of snow burst through the door.
“OIOIOI! IT’S TIME FOR THE PHOTOGRAPHY CLUB.”
Bakugo jumped ten feet in the air from shock. He also felt his stomach jump, but not from the scare. From nervousness. The man who had burst in had eyes the color of ice. But they melted the ice of Bakugo’s heart. He hadn’t realized he’d been staring until the man spoke to him.
“Looking at something?” he questioned with a raised brow
“N-no, s-s-sorry, I just s-spaced out,” Bakugo stammered.
He chuckled in response. “I know I’m nice to look at, but you could be a bit more discreet.”
Bakugo just averted his eyes and looked to the floor.
“Alright,” the man announced to the room. “My name is Saturo Gojo, but you guys can just call me Gojo. I will be directing this club. We are here to practice photography. For our first project, I’d like you guys to partner up with someone and take a photo of anything of meaning to you guys.”
Everyone began quickly partnering up and grabbing cameras and discussing ideas. Bakugo stayed where he was, feeling drawn to Gojo as he walked towards him.
“E-erm… I was wondering if you’d like to be my partner?”
Gojo smirked, “Sure, if you want that so badly.”
Bakugo’s heart fluttered with joy, but it was followed by a sharp pang, remembering the words Vitkor had murmured in his ear after their activities the night before.
You’re mine.
His.
Viktors.
Bakugo was betraying him. He brushed those thoughts away; he could deal with those later.
“Come on,” Gojo interrupted his thoughts. “I know a place with good lighting, follow me.”
Bakugo followed him out of the classroom without question. They walked out of the building behind the university. He briefly wondered where he was going but didn’t get a chance to finish his thought before he was being manhandled by Gojo’s strong hands and was shoved against a wall. Gojo began passionately making out with him. He was overstimulated by the soft feeling of his lips, the strength of his arms wrapped around him, the tenderness of the hands running through his hair. He was so encapsulated he didn’t notice Gojo whipping out his phone and taking a photo until he pulled away briefly for air.
“W-what are you doing?!” Bakugo gasped.
“Art,” Gojo replied. “I’m trying to capture the dominance I have over you,”
Bakugo pushed him off, disgusted that he let himself be manipulated like this. “You don’t,” he spat.
“Oh, does Viktor have your heart instead?”
Bakugo would have stumbled if he hadn’t been right against a wall. He glared up at Gojo. “How did you know about that?”
“A hunch,”
Bakugo let out an exasperated sigh. “You know what, I’m leaving,” he made to walk away, but Gojo stopped him.
“What is it that is stopping you from being with me?” he demanded
Bakugo glared at him, “You know what. Or who.”
Viktor
The name hung between them in the air, creating a thick layer of tension.
“You know,” Gojo began, “You could have us both.”
Both of them?
Bakugo considered this. It seemed promising. Why have to choose between two when he could have both? When could they all share? As he pondered, Gojo’s hands reached towards his face, gently tracing his jaw. Bakugo practically melted under his touch.
He sniffed. “Okay, then come with me back to my apartment,”
Bakugo felt his nerves spike up again as they approached his and Viktor’s dorm. What if Viktor didn’t want this? What if he hated Bakugo for this? What if-
The door swung open, with Viktor on the other side, a slight look of surprise on his face.
“What-,” he began, but was cut off when Bakugo rushed towards him and desperately began making out with him. Viktor responded immediately, with passion. This felt safe, familiar. After a few moments, Viktor pushed him away.
“Who is this?” he questioned, gesturing to the tall, broad man behind Bakugo.
“Oh- um…” but he wasn’t able to fit in a response before Gojo grabbed his shoulders, spun him around, and started kissing him. He heard Viktor make a small sound of surprise behind him. Bakugo broke away, turning to Viktor with a slight blush on his face.
“I was wondering… if we could all…”
“Yes. Just shut up and kiss me,” Viktor said.
Bakugo allowed himself to fall under the spell of Vitkors touch as they hurriedly began making out again. He absentmindedly noticed the noise of Gojo’s pants zipping down. He heard the freaky freak noises of him jorking it behind him. As Gojo began moving towards the two of them, he heard him chuckle and mumble,
“Everything goes according to plan…”
Bakugo’s heart stopped. He broke away from Viktor and turned quickly to Gojo.
“What plan?!” Bakugo demanded.
Viktor’s eyes flitted between the two of them, confused, as he had not heard Gojo’s words.
“Erm…” Gojo blanked, then sighed. “Well, you’ve got me now, I might as well confess.”
“What-” Viktor began.
“It all began when I went on a trip over the summer. I saw the most beautiful human I had ever seen while there.” He smiled at the memory. “He was with his little green-haired friend. I heard him say your name, Bakugo.”
Bakugo sat in stunned silence.
“I meant to go up to you, but you disappeared before I had the chance.” Gojo sighed. “I was immensely disappointed and heartbroken, but then I saw you.” he said, turning himself towards Viktor. He gaped back at him. “When I first came to this university to work on my club, I saw you. Your amber eyes ignited a fire within my heart. I wasn’t able to look away. I needed to know more about you. So, I asked someone what your name was.” he paused for effect.
“I decided I needed you both, I then hacked into the roster for college when I arrived here and I went out and assigned you to the same room. My hope was that you’d fall in love. Then I’d win both of your hearts and we’d all live happily ever after.”
The room stayed dead silent. Bakugo and Viktor sat there in shock.
“W-what a manipulating conniving dictator!! How could you do something like this?!” Bakugo cried.
Viktor sat quietly for a moment more before whipping a gun out of his cane and shooting Gojo straight in the heart.
“W-w-what just happened?” Bakugo stammered.
“The problem is solved,” Viktor said.
They began passionately making out.
The two of them went on to live in their college dorm together for the remaining four years of their university experience at Passionate Pioneers University. They were soon engaged and went on to purchase a small home in the countryside, where they raised three beautiful children, all birthed by Bakugo. They were well-known for creating the Hexstrap and made a living off of their work. They lived sixty years together before both of them moved on from life on earth. They were found holding each other in a passionate embrace by one of their children, forever together.