Bakusquad x Bakugou [Subdrop AU]

[NicTheDjinn]

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Never in his life did he think he would be put into a situation like this... He'd seen the signs, more keenly than the rest of his friends as he'd put a bigger focus on rescue work than they had. He'd been unexpectedly good at it and he hadn't hesitated in throwing himself into it. It turns out that his Versatile nature lent well and he eagerly stepped into his role. Sero enjoyed comforting others and the thought that he could do just that for a living sounded like a dream come true. Sadly his talents would have to be applied between fits of violence. Not that he had thought it would be any other way, but no one was prepared for how short those 'between' times were, nor were they ready for how violent the violent times were.

This was one of those between times however and he was stepping up without hesitation, particularly as he was helping a close friend. He should have tried to confront the blond about his suspicions, but his behavior had been so overtly 'Dom' that he'd second-guessed himself enough to think better of it. He was kicking himself for it now... That was a hell of a way to be outed as a sub to so many of their classmates. He was sure the explosive blond would be livid as soon as he recovered. That was a worry for the future however, right now he needed to tend to his now extremely vulnerable friend.

He held the other teen close as he cuddled up to him, nuzzling his cheek against soft, fluffy hair for a moment. He straightened a little when the other moved again, blinking rapidly to stave off the sting in his eyes when he felt those lips meekly brushing along his jaw. This was not the time to cry. He needed to keep it together for the blond. Still, he couldn't help the guilt that ate at him from just how obvious the deep-seated abuse and trauma ran. It was a marvel that Bakugou functioned at all if dropping was this traumatic for him.

"Shhhhh... I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, okay? I've got you and soon enough we'll be in a nice, safe place. It'll be quiet and warm and when you're ready, we'll have a nice soak in warm water. That sounds nice, doesn't it?" Shit, he should have asked earlier. "Would you feel safer in your room or in mine?" He asked, voice as soft and sweet as ever. They were heading towards the 4th floor where Bakugou and Kirishima stayed, but he could just hit the button to the 5th floor if he chose to be in Sero's room instead, no big deal.

....

Katsuki wasn't sure if he was allowed to speak, he'd never been asked something during a drop that wasn't a yes or no question. Usually, it was screamed into his face and his reply would determine his punishment, but most of the time it didn't matter what he said because he'd be punished anyway. The question Hanta asked was confusing to him, however simple it seemed on the surface. The look on Katsuki's face, the amount of time it took him to reply, it meant he was weighing the pros and cons of what he said. He was seeing where the trick was, which answer would end with him being abandoned or hurt.

In the end, he went with honesty, because he was tired and shaking and he just wanted someone to hold him and couldn't come up with the energy to lie. "My room, soft..." subs were known to have "comfort nests", that they kept up round the clock on their beds or couches for comfort when they didn't need to drop. Katsuki's own nest, he would pack up every morning or every time his friends came over, and rebuild when they were gone. Because his mother had told him they were messy, and unsightly, and a good sub hid them around company. Sometimes, he left it in his closet so he could just go in there and spend time in it.

It didn’t register to him that the only subs known to keep comfort nests in closets were ones that were tortured for their nature and had to hide. It wasn't at all far off from what he was, but how would the others react when they saw it?

Katsuki realized he was still pressing his lips to Hanta's skin and flinched back, hands fisting on his own chest, breaths coming out quick and short, "Sorry, sorry, 'm'a bad sub, so bad, shouldn't drop, shouldn't touch you. Jus', jus' leave me in my room, I'll be good. Be quiet." His words were slurred, he was clearly worried Hanta would be angry or disappointed with him, because he'd done something wrong. He dropped and to Katsuki, that was wrong. Never mind the fact he'd assisted Denki himself through a drop before and showered him in praise the whole time before the others even arrived. In his mind, that same kindness just couldn't be afforded to him, because Katsuki was a wonderful hero but a terrible sub.

.....

The amount of hesitation worried him. Was he that far gone that he couldn't understand spoken words? He didn't seem to be, at the very least his eyes were more or less focused. Why was that question so difficult for him? He wasn't sure, but there really wasn't any way for him to find out at the moment. He wasn't sure he could get an honest answer once Bakugou had recovered, but all the same, it worried him and he made a mental note to ask later. He nodded when he got his answer, smiling softly for him.

"Of course. Thank you for letting me know, you're being so, so good for me!" He cooed to him, trying not to think too much on all the blatant red flags he was seeing. He would tend to those later, he had to stay focused and take care of Bakugou here and now. What's more, this needed to be a private affair. Given everything they'd all gone through together, the entirety of the hero course was generally very close, though it was particularly true within their own classes. Given their closeness, it wasn't unusual for subs to be tended to right out in the open just because they felt safe around everyone around them like Midoriya was right in the common room right now. This though... There wasn't a single fiber of the blond that felt safe, Sero needed to make sure to get him as comfortable as possible and he needed to get this right the first time.

At least things seemed to be going as well as they could---he was having the thought too soon. Suddenly the blond was withdrawing hard, curling in on himself, and his breathing ramping up till he was hyperventilating! What had triggered him into a panic attack?! Everything had been going as smoothly as one could hope, what could have caused this?! Then came the babbled apology and he couldn't stop the tears from welling up and trickling down his cheeks as everything clicked into place. Bakugou was nothing short of a textbook case of a tortured sub. He'd been trained to think that dropping was bad and that he wasn't allowed to do it or anything else that normally went with it. His lip trembled for a moment before he forced himself back under control. At least now he knew what Katsuki needed and why he behaved the way he did. It explained so very much...

"You're not bad... No, no, you're so good! I'm going to be right here with you the whole time, okay? No one can take me away. I'll be right with you and you'll be warm and safe with me. You can touch all you want, go ahead." To make sure his point hit home, he leaned in on his own, nuzzling cheek to cheek, affectionately scent-marking his pack leader and hoping he would do so in return. He felt better as soon as the elevator finally dinged and opened, stepping out and still snuggling with him right up till they were standing at Bakugou's door. "Be a good boy and open the door for me, Katsuki?" It was then that something he hadn't thought of hit him. He'd never seen Bakugou's nest. He'd been in his room several times, they all had, no one had ever mentioned it. Had he not been allowed to make them? Was it hidden? Fuck... The more things he put together the more it hurt to think about.

.....

Tears welled up in Katsuki's own eyes. Was he such a bad sub he made his beta cry? Did he make him uncomfortable with all of his touching? He was about to apologize again, just as profuse as before, but then Hanta's cheek was pressed against his own, scenting, comforting. And even during a drop, even at his most vulnerable, Katsuki chittered a quiet, soothing sound packmates often gave each other and tilted his head so he could scent Hanta in return. As distressed as he was, even during a drop, Katsuki was still his alpha, and he took care of his pack.

Good, he wanted to be good. He didn’t want to make Hanta cry again, so he nodded a little and fumbled before he pressed his hand to the censor by the door, that opened to him. His room looked impeccably clean, as it always did. Not a single thing out of place. With the perspective of him probably being punished otherwise if he was already punished for simply being a sub, the cleanliness was probably no longer impressive. Now, it took a worrying note. Did Katsuki ever allow himself to make a mess in the first place? Evidently not.

The sub shifted until Hanta released him, standing on wobbling knees with a hand on the dark haired boy's chest. Instead of holding Hanta's hand for support like any other sub would do, Katsuki hugged himself as he pulled away, stumbling to his closet. The sub clearly relaxed as he opened it and revealed a massive pile of blankets, pillows and t-shirts the pack had left behind after sleep overs. Despite the pile being so large, it was clearly made up for a single person, sort of looking like Katsuki had made it so it would feel like he was being cradled inside of it.

Katsuki looked upset as he looked back at Hanta, then at his nest and then back again. He shifted, and hugged himself tighter, muttering about being messy, unsightly and a bad sub. He let go of himself to start picking up the nest, standing up to take it to the bed, where he rebuilt the nest into a larger version that took up the bed. "I-Is this okay?" He asked, looking at Hanta for instruction, not knowing if he'd done good or not. The vers kept telling him he was doing good when he was doing everything wrong, so he didn't know if making his room messy and ugly with a nest was good too.

.....

Thankfully, Katsuki was still with him enough to show affection right back. He'd been worried that his alpha would actually be afraid of affection, but thankfully things weren't that bad. He was thankful for at least that tiny bit of good news, anything at this point. "That's it... It's okay. You're doing good, I promise." He cooed as they took comfort from each other and offered it in turn. Honestly, it made Hanta feel better as well, even though he was the one that was supposed to be taking care of the blond. That's fine... They were a close-knit pack, they were supposed to comfort each other like this and he was fairly sure he wasn't the only one that derived pleasure from comforting the others.

He kept still as the blond let them inside, kissing the top of his head once the door clicked open and they entered. "Thank you. You did good." Getting a door open seemed like a silly thing to praise him for, but he might have been compulsively overcompensating. He wanted to all but drown the blond in love, affection, and praise. He would find a happy medium later. When the other teen shifted in his arms, he allowed him down onto his feet, resting his hands gently on his shoulders to help steady him. Once he looked stable, he started to reach for a hand to allow himself to be lead only to withdraw it when Bakugou hugged himself instead. Fuck. Right. He wasn't allowed to touch. His heart ached at just how ingrained it was, but knew he was up for the challenge and that he wouldn't be alone. They would get through this together.

So he did have a nest. Good... He'd been terrified that he might have been trained out of that too and he would be the wrong one to teach Bakugou how to nest properly. As it was, it was going to be tricky to convince him that he shouldn't keep it in his closet like that. Another bridge to cross later. He took comfort in the fact that rather than just tucking into the closet, he actually pulled all the bedding and... So that's where that shirt went. And that one. Heh. And here they were blaming Denki for all their missing stuff when it was Bakugou hoarding it. He'd apologize to the electric blond later for all the teasing.

"It's perfect, handsome. And thank you for speaking to me, you're doing so well! Come on, let's get you comfortable. Is it okay for me to be in your nest?" He asked even as he gently coaxed the other onto the bed and into the nest itself. This was large enough for more than one person, but he knew better than to ender a sub's nest without permission. He was fairly sure he'd get permission, but he needed to be absolutely sure not to do anything that made his wrecked nerves worse. "There's my good boy... Here..." He cooed to him gently, taking one of the loose blankets so he could wrap it around the poor sub. Once that was done, he pulled out his phone and texted all their pack mates to let them know they were in Bakugou's room and encouraging them to bring a few things that smelled like them from their rooms to add to Bakugou's nest.

.....

The nest could maybe fit four people in it for a nap, but for what would no doubt devolve into reassurance for Katsuki, a real drop session, it would do. No more pain or fear or rejection. Katsuki could drop and they weren't going to abandon him. He didn’t know that, of course, he kept waiting for Hanta to decide his work is done and to leave Katsuki to his own devices, even if he was a little more coherent than before he just... couldn't connect it. Connect that his pack cared for him, that they wanted to be involved with him and make him feel safe. That was foreign, it was an impossibility.

Still, Katsuki followed Hanta's coaxing, shivering when the vers wrapped him up in a blanket and sighing to himself as the warmth and security from a piece of his nest fell over him. It was his weighted blanket, one he used often because he found great comfort in it, like he had a pack member wrapped around him at all times. Sometimes, on particularly bad days, he'd pretend it was one of them just so he could go to sleep. Silently, Katsuki watched Hanta text, still taking far too long to process questions and realize he wasn't being tricked into a trap or a false sense of security. It was just his beta genuinely asking questions. "Yes, I want... the whole pack." He was making an effort not to slur, to sound "normal", he didn’t want to be an inconvenience. Even though his drop wanted nothing more than for him to cry and curl up in Hanta's arms and accept any and all affection he gave him.

He tucked himself underneath his blanket, feeling lost and trembling but what else was new? Katsuki just wanted to feel real again, to feel safe. He wanted a solid presence that wouldn't let him float away into his thoughts, into her voice whispering vitriol into his ears. Katsuki gave a shaky sigh, rubbing at his arms, chewing on his lip and then looking at Hanta again, still confused on some level as to why he was even there. "I...I..." why couldn't he speak, why did he feel like he was wading through molasses just to say what was on his mind?

He knew why.

"You ne... never wanted to drop me, before." He murmured, tears springing to his eyes that made him curse quietly as they fell down his cheeks. "When I was close, and I... I did what Pikachu and Deku did, you all ignored me just like..." just like my mom, he didn’t say, because the tears starter dripping down his cheeks then. And by what Izuku and Denki did, he meant getting closer. Subtly running his hand over wrists, hunching down, looking through his lashes. All clear signs of a sub near a drop, but when it was him they'd give him smiles that didn’t last and turned away from him. So he sucked it up, accepted his fate as a bad sub and went on his way. "Why.... d'you wamma drop me now?" His brow furrowed, fuzzy feelings returning and making him tuck his blanket around himself tighter.

.....

Hanta had no intention of leaving him and he would prove it to him, particularly as there was so much clear distrust. There was a lot of work to be done he was sure and a single drop session wasn't going to be enough to change his view on things, that's just not how trauma works. At least he was allowing himself to be taken care of, even though he clearly didn't expect it. He'd lucked out in that Katsuki had a weighted blanket knowing that would hold him over better as he got his texts out and waited for permission to enter the nest. When it came, it was better than he thought it would be. He wanted all of them in there. Thankfully there would be enough room.

He placed his phone on the little shelf of the headboard then crawled up onto the bed and gingerly into the nest itself. He was careful not to upset anything as he did, but soon enough he was settling himself down next to Bakugou and about to pull him into his lap when he started to speak. He allowed one hand to gently rub his back as he spoke in hopes of helping him get it out and when he finally did, he got the answer to a question that had been plaguing him this whole time. Why hadn't he let them know he was a sub and needed to be dropped. The answer was that he had.

The guilt hit him like a truck as his mind raced to when he could have possibly let them know and then incident after incident hit him now that he was looking for it. And there were the tears again, unable to help himself. "W-we... We didn't know! Oh, Katsuki, I'm so sorry!" He pulled the other boy into his lap again, long arms wrapping themselves tightly around him. He nuzzled into his hair as the first of the sobs came. "We didn't know... I'm so sorry... I'm so, so sorry! We assumed you were a dom! We knew you'd had it rough growing up, but we didn't think... Fuck, it's so obvious now that I think about it! I should have said something, I should have asked, I-I was just worried that I'd upset you if I did! Shit... I'm so sorry..." He sniffled, starting to press kiss after overdue kiss to the top of his head.

"We're here now and we'll do everything we can to make up for it, I promise. We know now so we'll be looking for the signs, we'll help you drop whenever you need it. Shit, have you been going into heat by yourself too? Fuck... We're here for you, okay? We'll always be here for you. Always." He insisted, leaning in a little further to once again nuzzle cheek to cheek, smearing their tears together. "We care about you. We love you. We're so very proud of you and we'll always be here. You can count on us from now on. I know you probably don't believe me, but we'll prove it to you for sure!"

.....

Katsuki panicked. What had he done to make the vers so upset? His tears came more quickly, debating what he should do to make it better, but then Hanta was pulling him in so close and so tight and they were in his nest and Hanta was apologizing- it was so much, so many things happening. They thought he was a dom? Was it because he was such a bad sub they just couldn't tell? Or-

What was he supposed to do with his hands? Even though Hanta had already told him he could touch him, it still felt wrong to touch the person helping him through a drop when he should know better. Still, he hesitantly raised his arms and wrapped them around Hanta, hands settling feather light on his back. Hearing those apologies, that guilt in his beta's voice, and it made his heart clench. On one hand, he never wanted to see Hanta so upset again. On the other, it was just so... so good to hear someone apologize to him for hirting him, even if they didn't know.

Which brought on its own bought of insecurity but he pushed it aside before it could consume him. He needed this. His fingers curled into Hanta's shirt on his back and his tears fell quicker as he held his betta packmate closer, sobbing quietly, "'M'a bad sub, worst, haven't dropped in so long, was doing good." He kept waiting for that moment that Hanta reeled back and realized which sub it was he was with and that he should leave the nest and leave Katsuki alone. But right then he just pushed himself closer and held on tightly, willing him to never let him go.

At the mention of heat, Katsuki's cheeks reddened, feeling like he wanted to be swallowed whole by his nest. But his heats had only ever been agony, no desire for someone else. No need for intimacy. More like white hot pain that lasted a week at most. A side effect of his drops no doubt. Would they really stay around for long enough to ease those days? Could he really trust them? He wanted to, more than anything. "I want to believe you... I just want- want to be safe."

.....

His heart ached and the guilt ate at him, but everything would be alright now. Now that he knew what was going on, everything would be okay now. It hurt and they had a lot to work on, but it would be okay. He was sure of it. All of the affection and comfort he gave was being reflected right back and he couldn't be more thankful as he needed it. They were all going to have a good cry together, he was fairly sure. As it was, he knew he would probably have to work collateral damage with Kirishima as the gentle dom was surely ripping into himself for what he'd done, even if no harm had been intended.

If he were honest, giving Kirishima the hardest and most time-consuming task was a bit of a punishment as he'd ignored attempts to keep him from making the very mistake he'd made. While the rest of them got to be in the nest, he would have to keep working to finish his task even when he'd returned with what he'd been tasked to fetch as it required setting up. Despite the fact that it was intended as a bit of a punishment, Kirishima was the best suited for the job. He hoped it wouldn't be too harsh... He would leave Katsuki with the others if it proved too much.

His attention was drawn back as arms finally circled him, his signature smile making a return, even if the tears still flowed freely. He shifted a little to be forehead to forehead with him, his dark eyes meeting those equally teary red ones. "That's it... You can touch me. I'm here for you." He assured on, nuzzling nose to nose affectionately. That smile faded only a little as Katsuki explain exactly why he was such a bad sub. Poor guy. It explained so very much... "No, Katsuki... You're being so good right now! It's really unhealthy for a sub to go without dropping. It's good that you dropped, it's really good! From now on, we'll help you so you don't have to fight it anymore. You're going to feel so much better, you'll see!"

The brunette leaned in for another proper snuggle, kissing his cheek before quietly speaking into his ear. "You are safe with us. Now that we know what's going on, everything will be okay. If you want, when you feel your next heat coming on, we can bring Kaminari in so he can sync up with you. If not, I'll take care of you both individually, it's okay." He spoke soothingly, kissing along his jaw. "We'll be here no matter what."

.....

Logically, Katsuki knew holding off drops was dangerous. Not dropping at all was even more debilitating for subs, even taking a physical toll on them, though it didn't outwardly look like it had on Katsuki. It did internally though, considering how painful his heats were. Maybe they always would be, maybe they only were because he had never experienced a good drop. He didn’t know, he never thought he would have the right to speculate about how best to fix it. Obviously no one wanted to drop him, so why should he torture himself thinking about how his heats might have been better if they did?

Katsuki's shaky fists were bundled up in the back of Hanta's shirt, still trying so hard to process the fact that he was allowed to hold him, that he was being praised for being in a drop. It was all so odd. He was caught in a sort of limbo, wanting to give in and melt into his packmates' arms, purr for them and do anything they liked, maybe spread his legs and take what they would give him. The other part of him was still waiting to be struck, to be ignored, to be chastised and silenced and yelled at. No matter how much Hanta reassured him he wouldn't leave, how was Katsuki sure of that? He wanted to be sure, wanted to believe everything Hanta said, but when it went against everything he knew it was hard to process.

"My heats hurt." He admitted, quietly, ashamed. Katsuki was such a bad sub he couldn't even have heats right, no matter how much Hanta reassured him that he was good, everything he saw about himself as a sub just wasn't. "I want... want to feel good but they just hurt- don't want Denki to want to feel good but have to stop 'cause I'm hurting." Denki was a good sub, a good pack beta, Katsuki had been the one to drop him before when he needed it and he'd seen first hand just how lovely he was during a drop. Katsuki never got the chance to look like that, pliant and purring in someone's lap while their brushed through his hair. But he's sure he'd never be as lovely.

Katsuki flinched a little when the door opened, remembering they hadn't locked it when they came in. That was embarrassing, what if someone had walked in when Katsuki was beginning to cry? Though the only ones who would ever dare come in unannounced were his packmates. Still, he curled into Hanta's arms and lap, trembling arms moving from around the dark haired vers to his own chest again where he played with his own fingers, avoiding eye contact. Hanta seemed to like lots of eye contact and snuggling while he was domming someone in subspace, but what if the others didn't?

.....

He could feel his poor alpha trembling in his arms, but didn't comment on it. He simply kept holding him, wanting to reassure him with every part of himself, but understanding that he wouldn't simply take it at face value. They had unknowingly hurt him and deeply. Now they needed to prove themselves and he was absolutely sure they were up to the challenge. They loved him far too much to simply let him fall apart and break. He was theirs and they would take care of him, just like they would any of their other pack mates.

"They hurt?" He echoed, not liking the sound of that at all, but also not surprised to hear it. "I think that's because you haven't gotten the chance to do it properly. You don't let yourself drop and on top of that there's no one there with you when you're in heat. I can't imagine how bad that must feel. You don't have to worry though, I'm sure Denki can teach you and make it feel good. He cares about you just like the rest of us. I know he teases you a lot, but he really does care. He wouldn't be happy to know you're in pain, he'd want to help for sure!" He realized he was rambling, but he didn't know what else to do. He didn't even have the most soothing voice, but his pack mates didn't seem to mind.

The sudden sound of the door opening, as well as the flinch, got him hugging the blond protectively, looking over to see who had entered. Thankfully, it was no one to worry about and he relaxed again, rubbing the sub's back soothingly. "It's okay. We're safe. It's just Mina."

Sure enough, there stood the pink girl, panting like she'd just run a marathon. More accurately, she'd been sprinting all over the place. As requested she bore a backpack, closing the door again behind her, but making sure it remained unlocked for the next of their pack to enter. She smiled tiredly then blinked at the nest they were cuddled up in. That was new. Or at least it was to her. Where had he even gotten all of that? She at least recognized some of the items inside, though she couldn't imagine those would help much in terms of scent at this point. That would explain the added order to go get items from their rooms. She approached then, sliding the backpack off and placing it just next to them and hesitating.

The brunette smiled, happy that she had the sense not to just enter. "He wants us all in here."

With that assurance, she climbed in and pulled the backpack over, opening it up and holding it open for Bakugou. "Here! Pick anything you want! Or all of it, that's okay too!" She chirped and waited. Inside the pack was indeed juice and water as well as a few snacks that she knew Bakugou liked, both spicy and not, but she figured it was the couple of shirts a sheet, and even some underwear that he would be interested in for the moment. She realized how emotionally charged the situation was and it did hurt, but she was providing a shocking amount of support in her positive energy. She didn't cry, she didn't fuss over him, she didn't act like anything was out of place at all. While Sero was providing gentle affection and apologies for hurts caused, she was laying out a sense of normalcy, like what they were doing now was perfectly normal and natural.

.....

Hanta was a packmate, his omega, his friend. The vers' voice was soothing to Katsuki if no one else because of the familiarity. Even if he never outright said it, Katsuki loved his friends, and maybe thought of them as more than friends on the occasion but never tried because he didn't think any of them would be interested in such a bad sub as a mate. He was their alpha, a proud alpha that did well and protected his pack. He was a good hero too, always doing his best and giving his all and never half assing anything. But even his friends had seemed to agree he was a bad sub.

Now that he knew they didn't even know he was a sub, insecurities resurfaced. Maybe they would wait until his drop was over to replace him as their alpha, maybe they would disband the pack altogether and join others that had proper vers' and doms as their alphas. The worry of that kept trying to come to the forefront of his mind that he pushed back as his mind tried its best to accept the simple comforts of Hanta's arms around him, or even anything from Mina's bag that she presented them with. Katsuki looked up and briefly met Mina's eyes, but immediately looked down back into the bag to avoid eye contact.

He spotted the clothing and the sheets and reached forward, stopping midway to look at Hanta and Mina to make sure they approved before he finally collected the articles into his hands and shifted out of Hanta's lap. "Thank you, Dom." He murmured, head down and voice quiet, the picture of a submissive avoiding punishment as he swiftly integrated the clothing and the sheet with his nest, glad he could make it a little bigger, more comfortable for the whole pack.

Katsuki sat back, tightly holding his weighted blanket around himself, legs curled in and shuddering lightly. He didn’t seem too keen on initiating touch in general. Even in his daily life, outside of subspace, he never touched any of them first unless he had to, but now with that unpleasant fog laid over his mind, he didn’t really know what to do. "What... what do you want me to do?" He'd never given Denki a command during a drop, the other sub seemed happy enough to cuddle and do nothing else, but surely they would want Katsuki to prove he was a good sub somehow?

.....

Sero loosened his grip to allow the blond free movement as he investigated and selected items from the backpack, sure enough going for all of the clothes and sheet, letting him go entirely so he could adjust his nest as he saw fit. Neither of his two friends were comfortable with his behavior though. He was in the middle of a drop so uncharacteristically submissive behavior was to be expected, but this was more fearful than submissive. Sero was more prepared for the relapse than the pink girl was, but she didn't take long to fill that void and the brunette was right there with her.

Sero moved in, sliding one long leg on either side of the blond, sitting down on his own legs and pressing his front flush to Bakugou's back, arms wrapping right back around him again in a full-body hug. Gently he pressed affectionate kisses to the back of his neck, feeling a little better now that he had backup to help him. He would have cared for him on his own if he thought that would have been better, but Bakugou had already made it clear that he wanted the whole pack in his nest so all the better. They all needed to learn how to drop him as each sub was different and Bakugou was a tortured sub no less. They couldn't just treat him like Kaminari which happily basked in all the extra attention. Bakugou both craved it desperately and was almost cripplingly afraid at the same time. He needed special care and he was sure every one of them would realize that.

Mina continued with her different approach, flopping down and onto her back, head in the sub's lap and smiling up at him so she was hard not to look at. Her smile was as bright and warm as it always was, not at all shy of making eye contact with him if he allowed it. "Hi." She greeted sweetly, reaching him to cup one of his cheeks in her hand, thumb caressing the soft skin there. "All we want you to do is relax and ask for whatever you want! This is our chance to spoil you however you want! All the snacks, cuddles, kisses, all of them are just for you!" She chirped even giving the tip of his nose a little boop on the last 'you'. "We got you just like you got us." She promised, unknowingly backing up what Hanta had already been assuring him.

The door all but crashed open then and in stumbled... A blanket monster? There was definitely more blanket than there was Denki in there... He awkwardly clicked the door shut with a foot, peeked between the blankets so he could see what he was doing, then scuttled over and just sort of flopped onto the edge of the nest closest to the edge of the bed, his upper half-hidden by blankets. There he remained for the moment, his panting barely audible under all the blankets. He'd inadvertently squished a part of the nest with his antics, but he hoped he'd more than made up for it in nesting material.

Mina lost it, cackling at his expense and Sero wasn't too far behind. While the pink girl was rendered useless, he removed his arms from around Bakugou to dig out the electric blond. Apparently, when he'd run out of room in his arms, he'd taken to tossing the rest onto his shoulder and head. "Denki... When I asked you to get all the soft blankets you could, I didn't think you'd go this far! Where did you even get all this?"

"L... Laundry room..." Apparently, Kaminari was not above stealing the entire dorm's worth of freshly washed blankets. They would have to ask around to return everything later, but they were not about to give all this back right now. "Ka-chan! Is this good enough? You want more?" He'd even made a quick trip to his room as everything on the very top clearly belonged to Kaminari and didn't have the neutral clean scent of detergent like all the rest did.

.....

Katsuki slid his hand over Hanta's leg when it came around him, a subconscious movement that made him flinch when he realized what he'd done. But Hanta said he was allowed to touch, even encouraged to, so with shaky breaths he allowed the hand to stay laid over the vers' warm thigh. It was clear he was trying to fight back some sort of visceral reaction, and the kiss to his neck made him tense up, reminding himself it was Hanta touching him and no them. Mina's presence helped the same way Hanta's voice did. It was familiar. Soothing in how normal it felt, like Katsuki was still allowed to interact with her the way he would have outside of a drop.

He decided to shakily put his hand into her hair, but that was too much and he slid it away to put in his lap instead, lightly brushing up against her but not actively touching her. "I don't... I've never gotten what I want in a drop before." Katsuki sounded lost, confused. A little choked up. He pulled his hands up to grip his own wrist in a way that looked like he would hold them behind his back. It was the only thing he did in his drops before that didn’t feel inherently wrong, so it was the closest thing to a comfort move he had. "I don't know what I want." And wasn't that a wonder. Bakugou Katsuki, the one out of the entire class that seemed like he always knew what he wanted and strived to achieve it every day, not knowing what he wanted during something as simple and as common as a drop.

He nearly jumped when the door opened again, but this time he saw the mess of blankets and soft things and the sub in him sang with the opportunity to play with even more nesting materials. Something in him just clicked and he purred, eyes glazed as he crawled over to the pile of blankets and sheets, being sure to take a deep whiff of the ones that smelled of Denki before pulling the other blond into his nest, showing his gratitude by running their cheeks together to scent him.

"Mm, good beta, good sub." Katsuki murmured, pushing his face into Denki's neck briefly before pushing him further into the nest so he could start on rebuilding the smooshed corner and adding the new nesting materials with an air of distraction that made it clear he'd dropped lower into subspace, low enough he still flinched and winced whenever he touched one of them as he worked, but he didn't hesitate to crawl back into Hanta's lap because he and Mina said to do what he liked and some part of him liked to be held.

.....

Needless to say, Sero didn't move away or tense when a hand found its way to his thigh, noting the flinch, but thankfully Katsuki caught himself and kept his hand in place. His breathing had shifted to show his discomfort, but he made the effort to seek contact all the same and he couldn't be prouder. This had to be a confusing time for him and he was doing his best to adapt to the new situation. He'd expect nothing less of their pack leader. "Good... Relax. You're alright." He cooed his praise, pressing more gentle kisses to the back of his neck. He didn't miss the tension every little action brought, but he pushed things a little. The more he did things that proved he was safe, the more Bakugou would accept them as normal in the long run.

Mina showed her own trust as he dipped his fingers into her bubblegum curls, his hand so very close to her sensitive horns. She trusted him wholeheartedly to not hurt her so she remained as happy and relaxed as she'd been when she'd laid in his lap. It seemed he wasn't quite ready for that though, but that's okay! She rolled onto her side to face the two of them, pressing many sweet little butterfly kisses to the back of the hand still shyly trying to touch her. "That's okay! Think of it like this! It's like taking a little kid that's never been to a candy story into one! There's lots of stuff to love and some stuck that's yucky. You won't know till you try something, but you can try anything you want! You're gonna like some things and that's great! You're not gonna like other things and that's okay too! Explore and try to have fun with it! New things can be really scary, but it's less scary when you have people that love you with you right?"

The pink girl lost herself in a fit of giggles when their missing blond returned with more blankets than he could reasonably carry, hiding her face in Bakugou's toned tummy at first, very much amused by their goofiest beta. When Bakugou attempted to move, she shifted out of his lap and instead snuggled up to Hanta's side, holding him instead. The brunette was probably incredibly stressed by the whole ordeal so a little comfort for him too was something she knew he'd appreciate.

She certainly wasn't wrong about that, the lithe teen happy to accept the comfort offered to him, feeling much better as he watched their two subs interacting as proper subs together. Even better, Bakugou was reacting positively to another sub entering his nest without proper permission. Instinct dictated that a competing sub was a threat to his own status, but there was none of that here, they trusted each other too much for it to be an issue. Even better, Denki was getting his praise from Bakugou which would be more effective than if it came from him as Bakugou was the one he was trying to please.

Sure enough, the electric blond looked to the explosive one for approval and got it instantly with no power struggle. He smiled, purring as he marked right back, whimpering happily in his eagerness for the praise. He'd done good! Hanta can stuff it, he did good! He nuzzled the other's fluffy hair when he tucked in against his neck. He got out of the way then, curling up in Ashido's lap and accepting the happy snuggling he got when he did so, purring right through the short, little kiss he and Mina shared.

The three of them kept more or less still, letting Bakugou work around them, but not moving away if he got close enough to spook himself. Well... Sero and Mina didn't. Kaminari had to be coaxed into staying into staying in place as he was reflexively trying to submit to the blond and give him space to ease his stress. While they didn't want to stress him too much, at least two of them realized it was important that they stay put so he followed their lead.

When he'd bolstered his nest with all of the extra nesting material he'd been presented with, he thankfully didn't freeze up and isolate himself. Instead, He was crawling back into Hanta's lap on his own, the brunette happy to hold him close again. "You're doing so, so good! Look at what a nice nest you've made!" He praised, kissing his temple. "Thank you for coming back to me, you feel so nice in my arms, I really like you here. You like being held by me? Do you think you'd like anyone else holding you?" He asked, and though he honestly did enjoy holding him, he hoped that the question would give the poor sub's mind something he might want to explore when he was ready. He seemed so lost so maybe some gentle direction would help.

.....

Katsuki’s nest ended up being very plush and luxurious, the likes of which he'd never achieved before. His heart ached thinking about how he would need to tear it down later and hide it, it smelled like home now. His home was his pack, he didn’t have any other comfort, curling into Hanta's embrace and looking at the other's mouth as he spoke. Sometimes his hearing was bad, that day he wore his hearing aids because he felt hearing would be important on the mission, and now he was thankful for it because he didn't have to look at their faces as much as before. Eye contact was still a struggle, physical contact still making him hesitant, barely able to initiate.

Mina was a comfort, though the comparison to a child in a candy store would have made him a little defensive any other day, he accepted it right then because well, what was he to do with her? She was always like that. And maybe that made him feel more secure as he nodded at her a little, still unsure but trying. He had to try, because if he didn't his pack would be distressed, and as their alpha it was his job to make sure they weren't.

Katsuki considered what Hanta said very deeply. Would he feel comfortable with someone else? He remembered the sweet, sweet command that had started all this earlier and wondered if Eijirou would hold him, praise him and make him feel safe. He thought back to praising Denki, and how he wanted to curl up with the sub and just scent each other for hours. How he wanted Mina to smother him beneath her and tell him he was good. This time, when he looked up, he was able to meet Hanta's eyes very briefly before his own were flittering away again, "The pack. Want the whole pack to hold me." He murmured, fingers tracing over the vers' arm, up to his elbow, where he massaged the spot idly, remembering that sometimes his quirk hurt, too.

"I... I don't understand." He pulled his hand away, wringing them in his lap, "I thought you all knew-" Katsuki never tried to hide anything about himself, if someone asked virtually anything he would answer it truthfully and he never tried to hide who he was. What else did they not know about him? "-thought you didn't want to drop me, 'cause I'm a bad sub. Ma' always said I was." His tongue had loosened the deeper he went into the drop, and now he was just saying what had come to his mind with no thought for what might have been consequences. "Ma' said I was too needy, and that I wasn't fun to drop, so she didn't wanna, so I stopped dropping. Didn't drop for four years, was being good, but you keep praisin' me for dropping now, for failing." His hands clenched and unclenched, lifting a hand into his own hair in what was clearly a self soothing motion, "'M I allowed to drop for you now?"

.....

The brunette waited patiently for the answer he'd asked for and to his surprise, he got a little eye contact before the blond was looking away again before answering. Seems he still didn't have the confidence to ask for something while looking at him. That's alright, he would get better at it with practice. The answer he got couldn't have been better. If he wanted the whole pack then he wasn't angry with Kirishima for dropping him like that, even if it'd been an accident. It was hard to say if he'd still feel the same once he'd regained his senses, but for now at least, everything seemed well. What Hanta hadn't expected was for the others to react so instantly.

Bakugou had barely answered before Kaminari was on the move, clamoring from one lap into Sero's already occupied one, tangling himself up with the other sub. He purred happily, nuzzling cheek to cheek as he eagerly snuggled with his pack leader. Despite how he was clinging, he quickly took to pressing submissive little kisses along the other sub's cheek and jaw. Unlike Bakugou's desperate display in the elevator, however, Denki was clearly quite happy.

Mina, on the other hand, was quick to move around and hold Bakugou from behind, effectively surrounding the poor sub on all sides. Happily, she pressed Kiss after enthused kiss to the back of his neck and head, nuzzling her cheekbone firmly from time to time to scent him. She smelled strangely of cotton candy most times which was a strangely sweet scent for an alpha, but it was still so very fitting for the bubbly pink teen.

Denki pouted when Katsuki brought up their ignorance, clearly feeling guilty about it. "No... We would have helped you for sure if we'd known!" He insisted, going right back to kissing along his jaw, more apologizing this time.

Mina was the next to cut in, huffing softly in anger and holding him a little more tightly. "Your Ma needs to go fuck herself..."

"Mina!" Grunted Sero, trying to keep things from escalating, but it was honestly hard with his own anger on the rise.

"No! She's horrible! Listen here, Katsuki!" She ordered, much to the anxiety of their brunette beta. "She was wrong and you don't have to go to her anymore. You have all of us now. We'll take care of you just like you take care of all of us. You were always allowed to drop and we would have been on top of it, if we knew. We know now, so you don't have to worry anymore. We'll drop you however often you need. You come to any of us, we've got you."

Meanwhile, Kaminari was sitting there, eyes wide and tears starting to well up in them. "F... Four years?! I... I start struggling if I go for more than a month without a drop! H-how could you have...? How...? Oh, Ka-chan... D-don't do that anymore, okay? Talk to any of us, even me! We'll take care of you good!" He insisted, clinging anxiously to the other blond at even the thought of what it would be like to go literal years without dropping.

.....

It felt... odd, to be surrounded by people he trusted during a drop. To be held and cuddled, pressed in between three of his pack members, one of which was doing his absolute best to cover Katsuki and cling to him. He was hesitant, soaking in their affections, but he evidently did better about initiating contact with another sub than with a dom or vers because he tucked his arms around Denki and pressed his nose into his hair, lightly scenting him as the beta sub didn't let up in his squirming to be closer. It was odd, subs in drops viewed other subs as threats to their dynamics, like they'd steal away their doms unless they were family or mated to each other. Yet Katsuki ran his hand over Denki's hair affectionately and let a quiet, broken purr rumble through his chest.

Katsuki's throat constricted when Mina held him tighter, afraid he'd done something to anger the dom and she was going to punish him. Instead, that righteous anger was directed at his mother, and he turned astonished eyes on her as she spoke. It was the first time someone was upset with his mother over something she'd done to him. His father never saw anything, his "Auntie Inko" loved his mother, the rest of his family thought she was just a fun and feisty woman that could be rough around the edges. No one had ever been upset when they saw her snap at him, smack him, grab him by the hair. Whenever they asked about him, they'd ask if he was being a trouble to her. He was the burden, he was the one at fault. Katsuki was the bad sub his mother was stuck with.

It was the first time he'd ever seen someone genuinely angry at her and telling him what she'd done was wrong.

Tears welled in his eyes, and he took in a shaky breath to try to control himself, but when he saw how genuinely upset Denki was that Katsuki wasn't getting what they viewed as the right treatment, they spilled over. "I-" he choked, then pulled Denki in close and tight, shoving his face into the other sub's neck, nuzzling into the hair and skin there. "Love you." He muttered, voice tight and shoulders shaking. "Love all of you." Katsuki pulled back, chewing on his lip, "Does... is Eijirou coming?" He looked to Sero, knowing he'd been the one to take charge after Katsuki dropped, but wondering where the one responsible for his drop was.

.....

When arms reached out to wrap him up in return, Denki took the next step and just crawled up into Bakugou's lap outright in his eagerness to be close. He was like one of those giant dogs that didn't realize that they are not, in fact, lap dogs. Poor Hanta... His legs were going to go numb at this rate, no complaint came from him so far. With no protest, Kaminari was insistent on showering Bakugou with all the affection he could give. He purred soothingly as he was pet, both happy for the attention and the acceptance of everything he offered.

As soon as an open, if teary, declaration of love came, not one hesitated in replying. Kaminari was instantly chanting sweet little 'Love you's over and over against his skin, trailing along his jaw and neck and shoulder as if trying to infuse the words into his skin via kisses. Mina murmured hers against the back of his neck, pressing a kiss there only to firmly scent the back of his neck and the back of the shoulder Denki wasn't occupying. Hanta, on the other hand, cooed his own into Katsuki's soft, fluffy hair, kissing his temple over and over again.

When the ash-blond turned his attention to him, Sero felt a little guilty about what he had to ask. "Kirishima will be here. What I asked him to do is a little more time-consuming. I asked him to go find Yaomomo so she can make something for you, then she has to teach him how to assemble it, then make a stop at his room to get stuff for your nest. When he gets here, he's going to put it together, then he can join us. Uh... We're gonna take over your balcony, I hope that's okay."

.....

Katsuki squirmed a little and winced when Mina seemed to hone in on the back of his neck to offer her affections. The muzzles he'd been forced into even before the first Sports Festival, the sludge villain, Dabi's hand- his nape was not a place he enjoyed others touching. Often, his mother would cuff the back of his neck just to watch him go rigid and silent because she knew what it did to him. Still, he had to consciously remind himself that Mina wasn't her and that she wouldn't hurt him or use it against him, so he subtly raised his hand to the back of his neck to block the spot he remembered Dabi searing with his quirk- now fully healed and without a mark thanks to Katsuki's own physiology but still bearing the weight of his trauma. "W-warn me when you touch my back, especially the neck. It's... bad for me, bad memories." He explained, feeling emboldened to actually tell them what was wrong now instead of bottling it up.

He dropped his hand, settling it back on Denki's head. His drop kept fluctuating, going from deep to light, a sign of a difficult sub drop. Usually, subs stayed at one level throughout. Or went deeper, but never lighter. It meant the sub was comfortable in their subspace and healthy, not fighting against it. But when a sub like Katsuki came about, they tended to nearly force themselves out of their drops subconsciously. It was a useful skill to have for a sub hero, someone that could come to their senses quickly in case of an emergency, but the way to train oneself into it was cruel and inhumane so not many heroes had that skill. What Katsuki had been through... if Denki ever told him he was interested in learning, Katsuki would neber rest easy again.

"It's fine." Katsuki said quietly, feeling pathetic in the face of his pack doting on him, but feeling something more as well. His heart beat a fraction quicker, and heat pooled in his belly for a brief moment. It made him confused as the feeling disappeared just as quickly as it had arrived. He shook his head, turning to Sero, eyes looking a bit clearer, meaning he wasn't so deep and lost as before. "I know Eijirou didn't mean to now..." he didn’t mention how he thought it was normal for a dom to just drop him unceremoniously but that if it had been done to Denki he would have been lost in a rage. He didn’t want them getting upset again. "Just... need all of you." Was he being greedy? Wanting his entire pack there for his drop when most subs just spent them with their mate or one pack member?

.....

The pink girl blinked lightly when a hand came to rest on the back of his neck only for her heart to clench a little at the warning. She leaned in again to press a kiss to the back of his hand before moving her affections over to the shoulder that Kaminari wasn't occupying. "Sorry, didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. Gonna be here instead then." The bubbly girl gave his shoulder a firm nuzzle, purring softly against his back as she held him.

Sero took note of the discomfort as well and added that to the list of things they would have to help him get over. He had a feeling that there was more trauma than was already obvious and they would need to address these things as they went. There was no need to push things for the moment, however. What was most important right now was getting him to relax and accept that they all loved him and that it was okay to want to be dropped by them.

"Yeah, he didn't mean to." He confirmed but thought it was best to continue, even if he was speaking for the faux redhead. "Not that he wouldn't want to, I'm sure he's just as happy to help you as the rest of us, but it wasn't okay to do that out of nowhere." He just hoped that Kirishima finished with Yaomomo soon... He had a feeling Bakugou would get impatient even if he was in the room with them working. Hell, probably would be worse for him with some sort of so close yet so far affect. He was actually seriously considering grabbing his phone and shooting another text message when there was a dull thud against the door to the room next to them. Wonderful, Eijirou was going into his room so he should only be a moment.

Meanwhile, Kaminari was just happy to snuggle, nuzzling the hand on his head when it returned. He even pressed sweet little kisses against that rather dangerous palm. Denki was a flirt at the best of times, but given the chance, he was nothing short of extremely affectionate. Of all their packmates, he was easily the one that sought the most touch. "You're so warm, Ka-chan... It's sooooo nice!" He crooned sweetly, that happy little purr kicking right back up as soon as he stopped speaking.

A moment later, there was a jarring THUNK against the door, then a somewhat violent jiggling of the doorknob, only for the door to finally wrench open to reveal the panting form of their final packmate. Kirishima entered, kicking the door shut a little harder than he meant to then moved into the room properly, his arms full of a large and rather heavy-looking bag with a few things tossed on top. "S-sorry I took so long. I wanted to make sure I understood how to set this up for sure..." He patted the bag before standing himself up and bringing over what turned out to be a sheet, a set of pants, and some underwear. "I'm sorry I don't have much... I washed my clothes yesterday. Uh..." His anxiety was clearly getting the better of him as he actually resorted to literally offering the shirt off his back for his alpha, looking back at his still unstarted project.

With a somewhat distressed whine, the Dom forced himself to move away again and dragged things over to the sliding glass door, opening it and then the bag so he could get to work, starting by setting up some poles to hold up some curtains he would hang in a moment. They were an addition Momo had thought of herself for extra privacy. She was so smart... He really wished she would have just come along and built it for them, but he realized that Bakugou wouldn't likely tolerate anyone that wasn't them for long. "I-I'll be there in a few minutes, promise!" He called back, the stress in his voice making it obvious that he sure as hell wanted to hurry things along.

.....

Katsuki looked at Hanta, like really looked. This was the pack omega, but he took charge like an alpha when their alpha couldn't. It was... odd, to allow himself to be lead. He thought it made him a bad sub to have these urges, even when he logically knew it was normal. Even when his mind screamed of the wrongness he felt when he dropped on his own, or forced himself out of the beginnings of one. Mina was a pack beta and a dom, and she was respecting his boundaries. Denki was another sub, a pack beta, and he was always allowed to drop and praised when he did. And there he was, cuddling into Katsuki's deadly hands, complimenting him.

He nodded, a little. He could begin to believe that maybe this wasn't wrong if they all were so ready and willing to show him the right way to do it. It couldn't be wrong. His pack, they loved him. He loved them. They wouldn't lie to him. So that was that, they hadn't known he was a sub, hadn't known what he needed, and now were working as hard as they could to make up for it. That was enough. Katsuki turned his hand and cupped it against Denki's cheek, bringing the other sub up enough to nuzzle their faces together before pulling away.

"Thank you..." he murmured, to the room at large, only to jump at the sound against his door. Katsuki had instinctively dragged Denki closer, to keep him safe as his beta and another sub, but he relaxed when he saw Eijirou stumble his way into the room. Arms full of... something. Many things. Katsuki hurried to accept the scented items, but his eyes locked on the dom's chest as he handed him the shirt off his back. His cheeks went pink, a purr starting up in his chest until Eijirou made a distressed sound and moved away instead of closer. Katsuki wanted to mourn the lost opportunity to cuddle up to the dom, but instead moved back to tuck the items into his nest-

And very pointedly pull the shirt on, lifting the edge of it to his nose, eyes fluttering as he took in the dom's scent.

At least it would do to distract him from the fact Eijirou wasn't in the nest with him. "It's okay." He told him, lifting his face from the collar of the shirt, "Don't worry." Katsuki hesitantly moved toward Hanta, searchimg for any negative reaction before he carefully settled himself between his legs so he wouldn't crush them if he or the others sat in his lap. He positioned himself so he could watch Eijirou work, one hand fisted in the shirt.

.....

Oh of the advantages to being a Vers. Though in a pack like theirs, he only ever took control when Bakugou wasn't present and that's assuming Kirishima didn't take the reins first. Generally, he was content to follow, but he could lead just fine when he needed to. He was certainly proving that now. Despite this, there was no question that every single one of them was still keenly aware of Katsuki's own wants, reacting to ever request without hesitation. Sero might be the one calling the shots in general, but there was no question that Bakugou was the one truly in control.

Denki's role, as well as Mina's, were distinctly more fixed. It was very rare for either one of them to try to take control of a situation unless they had to and unsurprisingly Ashido was the one that was much more comfortable with doing it while Kaminari only ever acted on his own when he had absolutely no choice. A good example was when he'd run off with Bakugou and Kirishima only to have crossed paths with Shishikura. With both Kirishima and Bakugou completely disabled and vulnerable, Kaminari had no choice but to make choices for himself till he'd managed to free his packmates.

Needless to say, he was happily pliant at the moment, snuggling with his pack leader like there was nowhere else he'd rather be. Honestly? That's because it was true! He nuzzled and kissed and happily moved with only a little coaxing, returning the nuzzling eagerly, even kissing at the other blond's cheek. He was about to reply to the thanks that he assumed was for him only to jump and scramble into Bakugou's protective arms as Kirishima made his very clumsy entrance. "Dude..."

The faux redhead looked rather miserable and definitely guilty as he dropped off his own offerings for the nest and then set to work. He actually didn't notice the fact that his shirt was chosen to be worn rather than tucked into one of the nest walls. Instead, he was focused on getting the poles up for the curtain, then hanging the hydrophobic curtains in place, the opaque black material chosen specifically so it wouldn't mold if it got wet. Soon enough he was wrestling a black frame out into the balcony and sure enough, it took up the entire space. He was only just starting to screw on legs when he happened to glance over at the pack to see how they were doing only to freeze.

Bakugou was wearing his shirt. He whined softly in longing, wrestling with himself for a moment before forcing himself to keep working. This was for Bakugou. A gift to make up for his foolish mistake. It hurt to stay away from him right now, but he would appreciate it later. They all would. Once all the legs were on, he stood it up then attached an almost cage-like frame to it then pushed down on the inside to get it to hang. A thick cloth shaped to hug the frame was placed inside, Yaomomo kindly making it a stylish black with Katsuki's signature orange on the inside. He attached a pipe that curved up and over this, screwed on one end of a hose then trailed the rest of it inside, all the way to the ensuite bathroom and removed the showerhead to instead attach the hose. It wasn't practical, but it would due for now. Apparently, Sero had sent him on an agonizing mission for a whole ass portable bathtub large enough for all of them to squeeze into so long as they got cozy. This way, they could soak together without actually having to go to the communal bathing room in the dorm.

Finally, he left his project finished and scrambled into the nest as carefully, but as quickly as he could. Once over the nest well, he wasn't nearly as careful, all but crashing into them in his rush to join them. The nest moment, Katsuki would find both of his cheeks in strong, loving hands, the only warning he got before lips were finding his own. Poor Denki was squished between the two, but he didn't seem to mind after squirming a little to get comfortable. When the lingering kiss ended, Eijirou didn't back off, lips brushing as he spoke. "My alpha... My sub... My good, wonderful, perfect sub..."