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bnha // nsfw

first stretch goal unlocked! next up is sero 👀👀

ditto kiribaku
#pokopia #mha

*nods solemnly*

just a couple feral alphas 🐲🩸

✦ for @breedingbang.bsky.social
✦ in collaboration with the deliciously talented @foolishfortuna.bsky.social who brought these beasts to life in their story.
🔗 archiveofourown.org/works/64596961

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yes...yes...very much YES

pspspsps...Mailman Kirishima and Engineer Bakugou thread update come get y'alls juice!👀

Tomorrow is one of his days off, and that's just the kind of reprieve he needs from seeing K. Bakugou.

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To Be Continued...

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It takes a good thirty seconds and some decent hand-eye coordination but they get it done. Kaminari heads back to his post to finish out his shift, and Eijirou makes a beeline for his mail truck to finish his route.

Eijirou gets tackled into a hug and a loud, and wet kiss planted right on his cheek.

"Denks!"

"Love you too, man!"

Eijirou shoves him away, swatting at him while Kaminari laughs. They both rise to their feet and do their secret best bro handshake.

Kaminari gives him a tight look. "So I kinda gave my last freebee earlier…"

"You need me to pay for the croissants?" Eijirou pieces together.

"Pretty please?"

Eijirou rolls his eyes fondly and fishes out his wallet, forking over some cash that the other man takes gratefully.

Eijirou decides not to crush Kaminari and just offer a reassuring smile instead.

With that he shoves the rest of the croissant in his mouth, dusting off his hands to rid them of powdered sugar. A hand clasps his shoulder and gets his attention.

"Yes?" He asks, voice funny being mid-chew.

"I'd like to see him try," Kaminari challenges, flexing his arms only to show off the barest hint of muscle.

Based off how Bakugou's arms looked cross…his really nice looking biceps and shoulders…Bakugou wouldn't even really have to try.

"You mean Mrs. Abe?"

"Yeah, her!"

Eijirou bites his lip with a sharp tooth. It stings. "You know you can call him Bakugou instead of Hot Nerd."

"Nope. He's Hot Nerd."

"He seems like the type to rip you a new one for saying that."

"Okay, jokes aside, don't switch routes with Sero. I know you, Kiri. You don't get like this over someone not worth your time, yeah? Get to know Hot Nerd a bit better and see what happens. If anything maybe you'll make a delivery route friend like that one older lady."

Then again he didn't start off on the best foot as he just kinda dumped it out in hopes it would make sense.

Something between them shifts, and Kaminari scoots closer. Eijirou frowns as he looks to his friend worriedly. The last thing he needs is more jeering and it seems that the other gets that.

It's just him…blushing for real…for Kaminari to see. The electric blonde seems stupidly pleased with himself. Eijirou is starting to question why he even came here for advice. This is definitely what he should've anticipated getting in return.

"I take my job seriously, I'm not kink-ifying delivering his mail."

"Delivering him your package," Kaminari corrects.

"You suck—"

"You could be doing that actually. Sucking, with hot nerdy guy."

Unfortunately the building is blocking the sun so he can't even pretend it's heat making him blush.

"You did."

"I—maybe looked a little!" Eijirou groans, covering his face. "But that's not the point!"

Kaminari's grin turns feral. "You should use a package joke on him."

"Denks, no."

"He might be into it."

Eijirou takes a frustrated bite from his croissant.

"For a dude your size your brain is so small," Kaminari says.

"Hey. Ouch," Eijirou pouts.

"Just keep delivering mail and see where it goes. Did he eye-fuck you back?"

"Did he—Dude? I d-didn't eye-fuck him in the first place!" The stutter gives him away.

"Oh my god you totally did."

"I did not!"

Kaminari stares at him like his brain just short-circuited.

"Lemme get this straight…your gay ass thinks the smart move is giving up the totally legitimate excuse of delivering mail to a hot guy."

"I mean, no? But I don't wanna make him uncomfortable either. He seems kinda private."

"The manliest hottest guy moved into the second house on 9th street and I think I need to give Sero the route," Eijirou admits. "Not because I can't handle the boxes, but because he's blonde and spiky and nerdy and a little mean and I need to stay professional."

Nobody should be Papa in this scenario. Instead he braces his elbows on his knees and curls in a little, trying to find the right words to say. He doesn't find the right words, and in fact he just sort of word vomits instead.

"Alright, tell Papa Kami what's going on."

He nearly chokes on a strawberry chunk.

He coughs hard into his fist. "Don't call yourself that."

Kaminari shrugs lazily. "You're just jealous 'Papa Kiri' doesn't have the same ring to it."

For both their sakes he decides to let this one die.

The harsh concrete step bites at him even through his work pants. The flakey, fruity croissant is just sweet enough to soothe it as he takes a big bite. Strawberry anything is his favorite.

And since Kaminari has best bro status it's clear he picked these for a reason.

They bypass the restrooms and the door to the kitchen, ultimately stepping out to the back alleyway stoop. Denki hands over one of the croissants before taking a seat on the top-most step.

Eijirou lets his shoulders fall as he does the same.

Kaminari slides open the display case full of sweets. He grabs two big strawberry croissants and tells his co-worker to cover him as he makes his way from behind the counter. A jerk of the head towards the back hall has Eijirou quick to follow.

"I am not!" He insists under his breath.

The barista shakes his head. "Denial is the first stage."

"I'm serious Denks, I'm not in love."

"So in lust then?"

The mistake is when he hesitates. His mouth parts a bit too slowly and his eyebrows pinch in just enough.

Before a smile can even cross his face a hand is held up.

"Spill it."

Eijirou clams up. "S-Spill? What am I spilling?"

"Don't stutter at me," Kaminari huffs. "I can see it all over your face. You're in loooove."

A man is at a booth trying to corral two unruly children no older than five. A loud bribery attempt involving a cinnamon roll seem to work well enough.

Eijirou steps up behind the woman in line, waiting patiently for her to finish up before approaching the counter himself.