[Fluff and light angst where Bakugo turns into a dog and Kirishima unknowingly takes him in feat. KiriBaku and Kirishima has lesbian moms (that last thing wasn't part of the request, it just kind of happened). ! Minor spoiler warning for MHA: Heroes Rising !

Italics = Bakugo's thoughts

Requested by seoyoungsaysno]

People didn't usually bump into Bakugo. He knew he had a scary face and and 'fuck off' aura, so most people gave him a wide berth. He also knew that when you bump into someone and almost knock them over, it's customary to apologize.

"Hey, what the fuck, asshole!" Bakugo shouted at the man who'd done just that to him, minus the apology, as he headed home. The man broke into a run and turned a corner. Bakugo might've followed him, but didn't think it was worth it. He growled in the man's direction though, and when he did, he noticed it sounded different that usual, like it came from deeper in his throat. He touched his throat in confusion.

Suddenly he felt like something was wrong, very wrong. He felt fur, felt his nose stretch, an his joints shift. It didn't hurt, but it sure as shit didn't feel good either. He lost his balance and fell forward onto his hands and knees, except he wasn't on his hands and knees. He didn't have hands, and his legs weren't long enough anymore that he had to rest on his knees.

His clothes had disappeared, but his shoes were on the sidewalk. He had to figure out what the hell had just happened to him. Because something had clearly happened to him. He moved to pick up his shoes, but he didn't have opposable thumbs. The only way he could pick them up was with his mouth, and he was not going to put his shoes in his fucking mouth, that would be disgusting.

Looking around, all Bakugo could see was that his eyesight was suddenly shit, but his hearing had improved dramatically, as had his sense of smell. He tried calling out to see if anyone was around and had seen what had happened, but when he did, the only sound that came out was a bark. Bakugo barked again.

No fucking way, he thought. Did I get turned into a fucking dog? Must have been that shitty asshole's fucking quirk! Did he run into me on purpose? How long is this gonna last? All these thoughts and more flooded Bakugo's brain, only to be suddenly interrupted by the cry of a child.

"Puppy!" a little voice squealed, followed by the frantic pattering of footsteps as the child, a little girl, ran towards Bakugo.

"Haru! Wait!" The little girl's mother called after her.

FUCK! Bakugo thought. He turned on the child and started barking, just trying to get her to stay away because he did not care for kids, and he knew how some kids treated dogs. The girl stopped in her tracks, and for a moment, he thought it had worked, but then she started to cry. Don't do that, Bakugo said, but all that came out was a slightly less aggressive bark.

The girl's mother caught up to her, and picked her up, eyeing Bakugo warily. He didn't like the look she was giving him, so he snarled, which of course, only made her jump back and try to back away without setting off what she thought to be an aggressive dog. He huffed and turned away, padding toward his house, leaving his shoes on the sidewalk behind him.

Going home turned out to be a mistake. His parents thought he was a stray, and told him to shoo, so he got mad, and that made them think he was an aggressive stray, and his father called the authorities while his mother tried to scare him away, all the while sniffling every time he got too close. He'd forgotten that his mother was allergic to dogs.

Rather than be put down by animal control, Bakugo ran out of the neighborhood. He considered where else he could go, school maybe, could he somehow communicate to someone that he wasn't actually a dog. Lost in thought, he'd wandered downtown, it was there that he found his salvation.

"Hey there, buddy. You lost?" asked a familiar voice. Bakugo turned to see Kirishima, who's hair was... green, for some reason, and who looked kinda blurry, God, dogs' vision really was complete shit, but it was still definitely Kirishima. Kirishima who was not allergic to dogs. In fact, Bakugo was pretty sure that Kirishima fucking loved dogs. This was his chance.

He heard a strange screaming sound coming out of his mouth as he ran up to Kirishima. Kirishima! I've been turned into a dog! Now help me until I figure out how to turn back!

Bark! Bark bark! Bark bark bark bark bark! Being a dog really was the worst.

"Haha, somebody's excited." Kirishima laughed and crouched down to Bakugo's eye level. He wasn't afraid. "You're awful loud, huh? Reminds me of somebody else I know. You got an owner around here somewhere?" He put a hand on Bakugo's head and scratched him behind the ears. That had no business feeling as nice as it did. It was comforting, and Bakugo felt his tail wagging involuntarily. He turned his head and snarled at the appendage, and Kirishima laughed again. "Why don't we go ask around, and see if we can't find who you belong to?" he offered.

Fuck no, that would be annoying as shit, let's just go back to your place so I can come up with a plan to change back. Snarl, bark bark. Stupid shitty-hair.

"Come on, boy," Kirishima ushered, standing up and patting his thigh to indicate that Bakugo should follow. "Are you trained? Heel." Bakugo rolled his eyes—he didn't know dogs could roll their eyes, but evidently they could—but decided to just follow him for now. It was a tedious half-hour as Kirishima asked around to see if anyone recognized the dog he'd found, and Bakugo growled at anyone who got close.

"Um, mister? Can we pet your dog?" asked a boy about eight years old, shadowed by another boy, a little younger.

"Oh, he's not my dog, and he doesn't seem to like people much, but you can try," Kirishima said. "Just be careful." The boys reached out to try and touch Bakugo's fur, and Bakugo jumped back and snarled at them. "Hey, don't growl at kids. Be nice!" Kirishima snapped. He huffed, but reluctantly allowed the little boys to stroke his back. 

"What's his name?" asked the younger boy.

"Uh... I don't know?" Kirishima chuckled awkwardly. "Sorry, like I said, he's not my dog?"

"But he listens so well to you," the older of the two boys said, and Bakugo snapped his teeth in retaliation.

"Hey!" Kirishima chided. Bakugo let his head drop. He would have sneered if he'd had proper lips. Kirishima looked back at the kids. "I guess so. Maybe I smell like his owner or something." Smell? Bakugo had been too focused on his poor vision to think much about the overwhelming smells. Kirishima smelled like sweat and happiness. Bakugo didn't know how he identified the strange smell as happiness, but he knew that it was. Kirishima also smelled a little bit like rocks, and cinnamon deodorant.

When the kids said goodbye, Kirishima grabbed Bakugo's face, and rubbed his hands against his cheeks, and said, "I guess I'll take you home tonight. Maybe I'll print out some found dog posters tomorrow, or maybe take you to see if you're microchipped. Alright, come on boy, let's go. I'm gonna be late for dinner at this rate."

—

Before Kirishima opened the door to his house, he crouched down next to Bakugo and said, "Okay man, I know you don't like people much, but you've gotta play nice if you don't want my parents to make you sleep outside, okay? No growling or snarling because Mom will put you out on your ass if you test her, got it?"

No shit, dumbass, how stupid to you think I am? He barked once in response, and Kirishima stood up and opened the door.

"Hey, I'm home! Sorry I'm a little late, I found this dog and spent some time looking for his owner. Couldn't find 'em though, so 's it okay if he stays here for a little while?"

"Is that what the barking was?" a female voice said. "I thought it sounded too close to be the neighbors."

"I suppose if you can't find its owner you'll want to keep it, right?" asked another female voice from a nearby room which was probably the kitchen, judging from the heavenly smell of food wafting from it.

"No Mom, of course not..." he waved his hand dismissively as he walked into the kitchen, Bakugo at his heels. "I mean... unless you're okay with that..."

"Mhm," his mother hummed sarcastically. She was standing over the stove cooking a slab of meat in a cast iron pan. There was a second woman in the room, who appeared to be drying dishes, possibly Kirishima's older sister? Bakugo realized he didn't know much about Kirishima's family. The second woman put down the glass she was drying and crouched down in front of Bakugo with a smile, holding out her hand for him to sniff. She smelled like a field, grassy and flowery and she had a gentle calming quality about her.

"He doesn't have a collar," she mused, patting Bakugo's head. "He seems like a sweetheart though." Bakugo bit back a growl at being called 'sweetheart.'

"He is! Well, mostly. I don't think he likes people much, but he's well trained, or at least, he listens to me for the most part." He knew Kirishima was trying to defend him to his family, but Bakugo couldn't help but be a little insulted by his phrasing. "I promise he's a really good dog."

"Well even really good dogs aren't allowed in the kitchen when food is being prepared," Kirishima's mother said.

"She's right, why don't you set the table, Eijirou," the other woman suggested.

"OK Mama," Kirishima said, then grabbed some plates and chopsticks and led Bakugo out of the kitchen. Bakugo looked back at the kitchen for a second, a little confused. Were both those women Kirishima's mom? Did Kirishima have two moms? "Looks like you managed not to piss Mom off in your first encounter, so nice going, dude. Thanks for not barking at 'em."

Yeah, whatever. They seem nice, I guess. At dinner, Kirishima gave Bakugo some of his steak. His mom said it was his consequence for bringing a dog home without warning, and though he clearly didn't want a decreased portion of meat, he also didn't complain, nor did he say anything when his other mom winked at him conspiratorially and secretly slipped Bakugo a portion of her own dinner so her son wouldn't have to give up as much.

After dinner and thoroughly embarrassing trip to the backyard for Bakugo to relieve himself, Kirishima took him to his room.

"So, what did you think of my parents?" he asked, dropping onto his bed. His room at home looked a lot like his room in the UA dorms, but with surprisingly less dumb, manliness junk. He'd probably had more but sent it to the dorm. Evidently he had two of the same Crimson Riot Poster because the one by his bed at home was identical to the one by his bed at the dorms. Crimson Riot, shirtless and glistening with sweat. The fact that he couldn't see it nearly as well, didn't make Bakugo any less uncomfortable with the knowledge of its presence. "They're nice, but don't tell them I said that, because they can also be super sappy and embarrassing sometimes.

"Mama's a total pushover when it comes to animals, so I wasn't worried about her, but Mom can be super strict. I guarantee you they're talking this dog thing over as we speak... well, as I speak, and debating whether or not I should be allowed to keep you. They do that all the time. Mom's a lawyer and Mama's a writer, so they're both really good at research and reasoning. They were in debate club together in college. That's how they met." Kirishima sighed, then chuckled, then rubbed Bakugo's head.

"I don't know why I'm telling all this to a dog," he laughed. "You don't have any interest in how my parents met, do ya, boy?" Bakugo barked indignantly. He was hardly going to protest learning more about Kirishima and his family, and he didn't have to explain himself, either. "I gotta come up with a name for you. I can't keep calling you 'boy' and 'dude' it's too weird."

I'd rather fuckin' get called 'dude' than given some dumb as fuck dog name! I swear to God if you call me Fluffy or Precious or some shit I'll eat you in your sleep! Dogs do that you know! was what Bakugo wanted to say. What actually came out of his mouth was a long string of loud barking, until one of his moms called up to be quiet and Kirishima made him shut up.

"You really do remind me of him," Kirishima said softly. "Maybe I'll call you Katsuki, then."

Hold up, you think I'm like a fuckin' dog? What the hell man? Bakugo barked a few more times before realizing that any more might get him thrown out.

"Not a fan of that, huh?"

Wait, no! Shit! Don't pick something else! A high pitched whine. Stupid dog. That idiot picked out your actual fucking name on the first go, and you had to go and fuck it up.

"It's just as well," Kirishima said. "It'd be weird to call you by my crush's name anyway. How about Blasty then?"

Hold on, back up a fuckin' second, crush? What? Bakugo was too stunned to respond to the Blasty suggestion, and Kirishima, unfortunately, took his silence as acceptance.

"Blasty it is," Kirishima announced.

Oh fuck no, I'm not gonna fucking let you just gloss over that, you fucker, explain yourself! Bakugo pushed up on his haunches and put his front paws on Kirishima's knees. What the hell do you mean I'm your crush?

"Alright Blasty, get off so I can get you some pillows or something to sleep on."

Like hell shitty-hair. Bakugo dropped his head on Kirishima's knees to make it clear that he wasn't going to move.

"Alright, I guess you can sleep on my bed if you'd rather," Kirishima offered.

That is not what this is about. Kirishima's phone started to ring, and he tried to get it out of his back pocket without upsetting Bakugo, newly dubbed 'Blasty'. Finally he managed to get it and answered.

"Hey Mr. Bakugo, what's up?" Kirishima asked. Blasty's ears perked up, and with his heightened dog hearing, he managed to make out what was being said on the other end of the line.

"Hello Kirishima, is Katsuki with you?" Bakugo's dad asked, and Bakugo could hear his mom throwing a cursing fit in the background.

"No, why?" Kirishima responded, totally oblivious to his own lie.

"He didn't come home today. His mother and I are worried, especially after what happened with the League of Villains before. Would you call me if he shows up."

"Of course, and I can help you look for him, too," Kirishima said urgently.

"Thank you, but you shouldn't have to do that, I'm sure that will only worry your own parents. Do you know anyone else he might've stayed with? I've already called the school and the Midoriyas." Why the hell would I go to fucking Deku's house? Shoulda called Kirishima first.

"I don't know... maybe Kaminari? I can call him, or I can give you his number if you'd rather."

"Can you give me the number?"

"Sure." Kirishima had Kaminari's phone number memorized. Who the hell memorizes phone numbers anymore? Does he have all his friends' numbers memorized? How can he do that, but can't get the fucking Fibonacci series to stick in that thick head of his? "And I'll call you if he contacts me, or anything."

"Thank you again, Kirishima."

"Of course." Bakugo's dad hung up. Fuckin' better be worried. Serves 'em right for calling animal control on their own son. Kirishima pushed Bakugo off his lap and stood up, immediately going to the door.

"Come on, Blasty, we're gonna go look for Bakugo." Bakugo sat resolutely on Kirishima's rug, not moving. "Fine, I'll go myself." When he moved to leave again, Bakugo got up and grabbed the back of Kirishima's jeans with his teeth. "What are you doing?"

Bakugo let out a low growl, and pulled harder on Kirishima's pant leg, trying to drag him back into the room. I'm not gonna fuckin' let you waste your goddamn time looking for someone who's right in front of you. Knowing you, you won't bring a jacket, and you'll be out 'til two in the fucking morning and catch a fucking cold, and school starts back up again in three days, dumbass, so just stay the fuck at home.

"Listen, Bakugo means a lot to me, so I'm going to go look for him, whether you like it or not. Let me go." With a mighty yank, Bakugo finally managed to throw off Kirishima's balance enough to give him a chance to get between his idiot friend and the door.

I'm right fucking here Kirishima. Bakugo barked. When Kirishima tried to get past him, he snapped his teeth and growled. Kirishima would never hurt a dog, so rather than activate his hardening quirk and let Bakugo break his teeth trying to bite him, he just pleaded desperately while Bakugo resolutely refused to let him leave.

"Please, you have to let me find Bakugo," his voice was starting to break. "Why won't you let me go?" He dropped to his knees on the floor. "I have to find Bakugo." Bakugo stepped up to Kirishima and laid down, resting his head on Kirishima's lap.

I'm right fucking here, Kirishima. He let himself be pet until Kirishima calmed down enough to realize it was already much too late to be out doing anything. Bakugo was trying not too fall asleep. He usually went to bed much earlier, and Kirishima was warm.

"I guess I can sleep and look for Bakugo in the morning," Kirishima relented. If dogs could sigh, Bakugo would have sighed. Instead, he jumped onto Kirishima's bed, averting his eyes while he changed into sweatpants to sleep in, and curled up next to him to sleep. Hopefully by morning, all this mess would be over with.

—

Bakugo was still a dog when he woke up in the morning with Kirishima's arm thrown over him. Kirishima woke up about an hour later, got dressed, ate breakfast, and left the house with Bakugo in tow. What he'd said was, "Come on, Blasty, let's go for a walk." What he hadn't said was, "This is a thinly veiled excuse to search for Bakugo since it seems like every time I say his name you get pissed off and turn on me," but after five minutes, Bakugo discovered that that was exactly what he was doing.

"Excuse me," Kirishima stopped a stranger on the sidewalk, and showed the man his phone. "Have you seen this guy. He's been missing since yesterday." The stranger shook his head and apologized. "Alright, thanks anyway." Kirishima's hand dropped, and Bakugo saw that not only did Kirishima have a picture of him on his phone, but it was his fucking lock screen. It wasn't even that good of a picture. Kirishima must have snapped it when he was yelling at somebody for doing something stupid, because he looked angry, and it was totally unflattering.

What the fuck Kirishima, you can't take my fucking picture without asking! Bakugo barked.

"Yeah, yeah, I know you don't want me looking for him, God knows why, but he's my best friend, Blasty, I have to." They wandered around town, and Kirishima stopped pretty much everyone he passed to ask if they'd seen Bakugo. It was annoying as shit, but Bakugo couldn't deny that it was kinda nice that Kirishima would go through all this to find him.

Eventually, they came to the street where Bakugo had been turned into a dog in the first place. I wonder if my shoes are still here, Bakugo thought. Kirishima could carry them, and then I wouldn't have to put them in my mouth. He ran ahead to the place where he'd transformed, and his shoes were indeed still there. Someone had kicked them into the bushes which lined the sidewalk.

"Hey, Blasty where are you—" Kirishima caught sight of the shoes, which Bakugo was now sitting next to. "Are those..." He knelt down and pulled them out of the bushes. He held them to his nose.

Why the hell are you smelling them, moron? He scrunched up his nose. What? Are you a fucking dog now too?

"Yeah, they're definitely Bakugo's," he said.

How the hell could you tell that by smelling them‽‽‽ He barked insistently.

"Because of his quirk, Bakugo sweats a lot, and his sweat smells like caramel because it basically has the same properties as nitroglycerin, which also smells like caramel. Apparently nitroglycerin also tastes sweet... too bad it's toxic though because—uh... yeah, I think I should stop there."

Are you thinking of tasting my sweat? Bakugo pulled his head back in disgust.

"Yeah, okay, I know. Forgive my gross teenage boy thoughts," Kirishima said. "Instead focus on my dumb impulsive teenage boy thoughts: if we lit these on fire they'd totally explode in like, a big way."

How the fuck have I never thought of doing that before? Bakugo jumped up. Wait, shit, those are my shoes. I need those. Bakugo sat back down.

"But if Bakugo's shoes are here... you don't think he jumped do you?"

Bitch, from where? The fucking sidewalk? The road next to us doesn't even have traffic because it's still closed for construction, even though the construction's basically fucking finished and they just have to paint the damn lines. Bakugo cocked his head to show Kirishima that he thought he was an idiot.

"I guess you're right, that doesn't really make any sense." Kirishima laughed at himself, embarrassed, even if he'd only said it to a dog. "But why are his shoes here? I'm gonna call his dad." He pulled out his phone and dialed Bakugo's dad. He dialed. he input the digits of Bakugo's father's phone number, into the keypad, from memory, to place the call.

And yet you can't remember 'each number is the sum of the previous two numbers in the series.' Bakugo stared up at him incredulously. The first two numbers are zero and one. Fucking social learners are a strange breed.

"Mr. Bakugo! I found Katsuki's shoes." Kirishima said, and then told Bakugo's dad where, and that he was sure they were Katsuki's. When he finally hung up, he turned to Bakugo. "I don't know why you were so against this search before, but thank you for finding these. Good dog."

You're goddamn right I'm a good fucking dog, I'm an excellent—wait shit, no I'm not. He turned and growled at his tail for wagging against his will again, then barked at Kirishima in annoyance. I'm not a dog, I'm a person. Open your fucking eyes, dumbass. Kirishima laughed.

"I see that you think it's illegal for you to be happy, or something." He stood up, taking Bakugo's shoes with him. "You really are just like Katsuki."

Shut the fuck up! I'm happy all the fucking time! I'm fucking jovial! Shitty Kirishima. Kirishima just laughed some more. Bakugo didn't actually have any complaints about that.

"I think it's time I take you to see if you're microchipped or not," Kirishima said, and he started walking in the direction of his house. "I'll have Mom take us, since I'm pretty sure we don't have pet insurance or anything, seeing as we've never had a pet before—well, except for a couple of goldfish I got at a festival when I was little. It's Saturday, so she won't be working." Kirishima did just that.

His mom, the one that was the lawyer, drove them both to the nearest animal clinic and soon enough, a very annoyed Bakugo was sitting on a cold metal table in the veterinarian's office, while Kirishima and his mom sat in equally uncomfortable looking plastic chairs against the wall.

"Okay, so it looks like your Blasty is a perfectly healthy adult male Shiba Inu, I'd guess about three or four years old," the vet said. She stroked Bakugo's fur and smiled at Kirishima. "He's not microchipped, but we can do that today if you want."

Oh fuck no. Bakugo growled at the vet, but she just pushed down on his head until he stopped, her cheerful demeanor never wavering. What the hell?

"That depends on if Mom lets me keep him," Kirishima said, looking hopefully at his mother. She sighed.

"Yes, fine. Shinju made a compelling case in your favor. You can keep him," she relented. "But you have to take care of him. He is one hundred percent your responsibility."

"Of course!" Kirishima agreed enthusiastically.

"We can make an appointment for him to be neutered as well," the vet said.

OH FUCK NO! Bakugo made that weird screaming noise again, like he had when he'd first seen Kirishima, but this time for a totally different reason, and drew back, muscles coiling, ready to attack the vet if she even came near him with any of her freaky implements.

"Is he supposed to make that sound?" Kirishima asked, brows furrowed in concern.

"Yes. That's a characteristic unique to this breed called the 'shiba scream'," the vet explained. "They make that sound when they're excited, or really unhappy."

"I'm gonna guess this time he was unhappy," Kirishima said. "I would be too. Maybe we can hold off on the neutering for a little while?" he looked at his mother, silently asking permission.

"Your dog, your responsibility," his mother said. "Even if he comes home with a litter of puppies one day, it will be your problem to deal with."

"In that case, let's just nix the whole neutering business."

Thank God for Kirishima and his overabundance of empathy. Bakugo jumped off the table and ran up to his savior, rubbing his head gratefully against his legs.

"You can go ahead and chip him though, I wouldn't want him to get lost."

Fuck you, Kirishima, and everything you stand for. Bakugo backed away, and glared at Kirishima with his angriest dog eyes.

"Alrighty then." The vet went and got the microchip applicator, but if she wanted to get that sticky, needly thing anywhere near Bakugo, she was going to have to catch him first.

Even with both Kirishima and the vet trying to grab him, it took nearly half an hour before they were able to get a good enough hold on Bakugo that he couldn't get away. All the while, Kirishima's mom sat on the sidelines saying nothing more than "your dog, your responsibility" when she was asked to help.

Finally, using his hardening quirk, Kirishima managed to hold him down while the vet injected the microchip in the loose skin between his shoulder blades. It hurt for about a second, and then it was over with.

"Alright, done." The vet was panting with the exertion of the chase, and her hair was falling loose from the bun she'd tied it back in. "The chip has Blasty's name, your name, and your home address programmed into it, and the information can be altered as needed."

I can't believe Kirishima fucking microchipped me.

"And you can buy a collar for him here, too," the vet added.

Fuck. No. Bakugo growled at the vet again. Being fucking microchipped was beyond humiliating enough. There was no way in hell that he was going to wear a fucking dog collar too.

Bakugo was adorned with a bright red collar when he trudged out of the animal clinic with his tail between his legs. Dogs can't even see the color red, but as long as it matches your aesthetic, right? There was even a round tag with the name Blasty engraved on it. This has been the most humiliating experience of my life, bar none. Getting fucking kidnapped by villains and being responsible for All Might's retirement was less awful that what just went down in that animal clinic. When I have thumbs again, I am going to fucking murder everyone involved and then burn their corpses, Kirishima included.

"Well if nothing else, that was entertaining," Kirishima's mother remarked with a smirk.

"Yeah, to watch maybe."

"I thought you said this dog was well behaved," she said.

"He is... usually. It's just, I think he's too smart for his own good," Kirishima said, looking down at Bakugo, who was still thoroughly dejected, and planning a murder spree. "Sometimes I think he can even understand everything we're saying. Like when the vet was talking about neutering him? She was smiling and had a laid-back attitude the whole time, I don't think a dog should have freaked out like Blasty did."

Blasty. Fuck. I have a chip in my back that says my name is fucking Blasty. Bakugo whimpered miserably.

They stopped by a pet shop on the way home, and Kirishima bought dog food. Bakugo did not want to eat dog food, but, realizing it was probably inescapable, he helped Kirishima pick out the brand that was least objectionable by smell. Kirishima also bought a rope toy which Bakugo had no intention of ever touching, and he looked at leashes but, much to Bakugo's relief, decided he didn't need to get one. After all on their walk that day, Blasty had never strayed far enough to warrant one, except when he found the shoes.

—

Back at Kirishima's house, in Kirishima's room, after a dinner of surprisingly tolerable dog food which probably would have made him vomit if he still had human tastebuds, Bakugo curled up lazily on the bed while Kirishima googled Blasty's breed.

"Did you know, that you're a Japanese breed of hunting dog?" Kirishima asked rhetorically. "You are the smallest of the six original spitz breeds native to Japan." Bakugo barked indignantly at being called small, but it wasn't like he could deny it in his current form. "I don't really know what that means, but isn't it interesting? It also says that you're smart, and that shiba inus often house-train themselves. It says you're agile, which I would have known without a Wikipedia article, after the chase in the animal clinic, and that you cope well with mountainous terrain and hiking trails."

You're looking at Wikipedia? Bakugo huffed, and turned up his nose momentarily.

"Maybe I should take you hiking tomorrow, how's that sound?" he proposed. Bakugo perked up, lifting his head, and felt his tail beat the mattress a few times. Bakugo liked hiking. "Alright then, we'll go hiking tomorrow. Who knows, maybe we'll find Bakugo up there. He likes hiking too."

How do you even know that? Bakugo dropped his head back onto the mattress and tried not to sulk. It really was amazing how well Kirishima knew him.

—

The following day, they went for a hike, Bakugo and all three of the Kirishimas. When Kirishima proposed the idea, his mama, the one who was the writer, had said, "Let's make it a picnic to celebrate the adoption of the newest Kirishima," and then patted Bakugo on the head. "I'll make picnic food!" Without waiting for a response, she flitted to the kitchen, her wife smiling fondly after her.

"Blasty Kirishima, huh?" Kirishima's other mother said, and Bakugo felt something fluttery in his stomach which he did not like. "It figures my first grandkid would be a dog."

"Mom, stop," Kirishima pleaded. "I'm fifteen, I don't think you can start making cracks about not having any grandkids just yet."

"It's never too soon to embarrass my child about whatever I see fit," his mom retorted. "And anyway I really am only joking. I don't care one way or another about grandkids as long as your happy."

"Mo-o-o-om." Kirishima moaned.

"Oh quit complaining. Who knows if your future husband will want children, especially if he's anything like your current crush."

"Mom."

"You love to wax poetic, but you also love to complain," she continued, unperturbed. "He may be the manliest boy you've met, and the smartest, and the prettiest, but he's also loud and vulgar and hates children. You think I don't pay attention, but I do, Eijirou. I do."

"Bakugo doesn't hate children!" Kirishima argued indignantly. "He just... scares them... most of the time, and he doesn't like it when they're scared of him, so... there."

"I hope you realize you just admitted to having a crush on a guy who scares children."

"Is the humiliation over yet?" Kirishima asked, putting a hand to his temple and ducking his head to hide his reddening face.

You know nothing of humiliation you microchipping shitstick. Bakugo barked. I want to hear more about this crush you apparently have on me. If you told your mom about it must be kinda serious, huh? How long has this been going on? For the life of him, Bakugo couldn't figure out why he cared so much about Kirishima's crush. It obviously didn't bother him, and he wasn't angry or upset about it, but for some reason he couldn't let it go.

When Mama Kirishima got back from making their picnic lunch, the four of them all piled into the car and Mom Kirishima drove them to the mountains. Kirishima Kirishima... this was getting to be too confusing... Eijirou picked the hiking trail.

The mountain they were hiking was brimming with interesting smells. Bakugo wasn't so far gone that he stopped to sniff at every weed and blade of grass they passed, but he did chase down a squirrel just on instinct, and he'd almost had his maw around its fluffy tail before he realized what he was doing a skidded to a stop. Behind him, he could hear the Kirishimas laughing at him.

He turned up his nose and trotted back to them. Not far in, they passed a sign which said all dogs had to be leashed. They stared at it for a moment. Bakugo growled shortly. You can put me on a leash over my cold, dead, body, fuckers. Just try me.

"It's only illegal if you get caught," said Mama Kirishima, the writer.

"It is still definitely illegal," said Mom Kirishima, the lawyer. "If you get caught, Eijirou, you're paying the fine."

"Yeah, I know. My dog, my responsibility," Eijirou recited.

By the time they reached a good picnic site near the top, Bakugo was thinking that maybe, when hiking, it wasn't so bad being a dog. Eijirou poured him a bowl of water, and offered him some of the cold cuts his mama had packed. They sat on a large picnic blanket and chatted amiably. Overall the trip was pleasant, and by about mid afternoon, they'd hiked back down to the base of the mountain and headed home.

—

Back at the Kirishima house, in Eijirou's room, Eijirou stared at Bakugo's shoes, sitting by his dresser. He frowned at them.

"I hope Bakugo's okay. His dad said they still haven't found him. They filed a missing persons report, and the police are looking, but other than the shoes we found yesterday, they've got nothing." Bakugo whined. He didn't really want to hear about his parents. It had been kind of funny at first, but he felt bad about it now. "Oh now you like Bakugo." Bakugo snorted.

"I guess you can't really like or dislike someone you've never met and don't know anything about, huh?" Eijirou looked at the dog and smiled. "I could tell you about him, if you want," he offered.

Bakugo perked up, and moved to sit in front of Eijirou on the floor. This was his chance to find out more about this crush thing, so he planned on listening intently, even though he was sure he'd already know everything Eijirou could tell him, seeing as they were talking about Bakugo himself.

"Ha! That got your attention." Eijirou grinned, showing off all his pointy, freshly brushed teeth. Bakugo could taste his mint toothpaste from where he was sitting. "I don't think you'd get along with him at first. You're both kinda loud and combative, so you'd butt heads a lot for a while, even if you're just a dog. Hell, I didn't like him much at first either. He seemed like a huge jerk before I got to know him. He's still a huge jerk, but he doesn't always mean to be, and when he does mean to be, it's just to cover up his own insecurities."

You're really just gonna fucking call me out, huh asswipe? Bakugo groaned and rested his head on his front paws. I thought you liked me.

"But he's a much better person than everybody thinks he is at first glance," Eijirou continued. He lowered himself on the floor next to Bakugo and rubbed his ears in the way that Bakugo had quickly come to like. "He tries really hard to be a hero, and he really really wants it. One time, he got kidnapped by villains. They thought that he would join them because... well like I said, he's combative, and he can be kinda intense sometimes, but that's one of the things I love about him."

Love? Bakugo tilted his head to watch with a little bit of wonder. Eijirou had never said anything about love before.

"He didn't join the villains though. He didn't even pretend so they would let him go. He didn't let them believe for even a second that he would join them, and he said they were stupid for ever thinking that he would. Then me, Midoriya, Iida, Todoroki, and Yaomomo went to try and rescue him, and he ended up in trouble. He couldn't fight the villains, and he didn't have any way to escape by himself, so Midoriya came up with a plan.

"He said we'd fly over the battle by shooting off a wall of ice from Todoroki, and then Bakugo would blast his way up to us with his explosions and we could get him back. I was the one who called out to him. I got to catch him. Midoriya said that I had to be the one to do it because Bakugo wouldn't let himself be rescued by anyone else.

"Midoriya's known Bakugo the longest, so the fact that he said I was the one he respected the most, even among this group of people who were much more powerful than me... it made me really happy, despite the situation." Bakugo remembered Eijirou's huge grin when he'd taken the outstretched hand. It was like a ray of sunshine, even though it was the middle of the night.

He didn't want to admit it, but shitty Deku was probably right. If one of the others had called out to him, he probably would have ignored them and tried to find a way out of the situation himself. He really did respect Eijirou more than anyone else in their class, and really did consider him his best friend.

"Man, I've got it bad," Eijirou sighed out leaning back against his bed and staring at the ceiling. "He's so manly it's inspiring. You've never seen it, but I've got this unbreakable form where I harden my whole body to the point where nothing can hurt me. I can only make it last for about forty seconds right now, but it's super awesome. The only reason I could do it in the first place was because I remembered something Bakugo told me. I don't think he even realizes how much he encourages me.

"He says these things like they're totally obvious, like it would be completely stupid to disagree with them. He's never doubted for a minute that I could be a great hero. I doubt myself all the time, but when I remember Bakugo's confidence in me, it gives me more confidence in myself. He's really the best." Kirishima let out a groan which turned into a laugh and looked back down at the dog.

"And on top of everything, he's the smartest guy in the class, and he's hot as hell." Bakugo looked away in embarrassment which Eijirou misread as skepticism. "I know. It seems unbelievable, but Bakugo really is the whole package. Not only does he get the best grades, but he also tutors me on the stuff I don't understand, which is kind of a lot since I'm not very good at academics." Eijirou sighed again. "Fuck, Blasty, I'm hopeless. Kaminari doesn't understand me at all. He thinks I'm absolutely insane for liking Bakugo."

Hold up, fucking Pikachu knows about your crush on me? How far does this thing go? Bakugo whined, and Eijirou rubbed him behind the ears some more.

"I miss him so much, Blasty. I saw him during summer break, but since we got back from the island we've only met up a couple of times. Oh yeah, we ran a hero agency on a small Island during most of the break. He broke both of his arms fighting villains, so once they got healed up he trained a lot so they'd be stronger, and we trained together a couple of times. Training with him is always a challenge, so I really like doing it.

"But now he's missing. And school starts back up again tomorrow, and he might not be there."

Bakugo got up and jumped onto the bed. Come on up here, shitty hair, we're gonna fucking cuddle until you fucking feel better. He barked once. Eijirou gave him a half smile.

"Alright. Let's go to bed."

—

"Are you sure it's OK to bring Blasty into the dorms?" Mama Kirishima asked as Eijirou put on his shoes and grabbed his bag, preparing to leave.

"Yeah. Koda has pets, so I'm sure it's fine. Blasty won't cause any trouble. Will you, boy?"

Of course not. It's my dorm too. He barked.

"And anyway, there's no chance that Mom will let me leave him here for you guys to take care of while I'm gone. My dog, my responsibility, right?"

He got to school early and dropped his bag of clothes and things off in his dorm room before heading to class. He'd brought Bakugo's shoes with him as well. Bakugo tried to follow him to class, but Eijirou stopped him.

"Sorry, Blasty. I don't think there's a problem having you in the dorms, but taking you into class is a different story," he said. "Classes are for people, not pets."

Fuck you, I am a person! Bakugo growled, but he reluctantly stayed while Eijirou headed to homeroom. You'd better take detailed fucking notes, hair-for-brains, or I swear I'll end you for making me miss class.

When classes were over for the day, the students returned to the dorms. Some had work studies to go to, but on the first day back after summer break, most of them had no such obligations, Eijirou included.

"Okay, Kirishima, I've gotta see this dog of yours, like, immediately," Mina said as soon as they walked in the door. Bakugo heard her, but made no move to leave his room. He was sitting on his own bed in his own dorm room, bored out of his mind.

"Sure, I'll go get him," Eijirou told her. Bakugo heard the door next to his swing open. "Huh? He's not in here." Then Eijirou must have noticed that the door to Bakugo's room was also slightly ajar. He opened it cautiously. He probably hoped that he'd see Bakugo inside, and in a way, he did. "Blasty, what are you doing in Bakugo's room? How did you even open the door?"

"Awww, you named him Blasty?" Mina said.

"That's adorable, you lovesick fool," Kaminari teased.

"Yeah, well I guarantee you'll see why I named him that soon enough," Eijirou defended. "Come on out, boy." Thankful for something to do, but irritated that that something had to include these idiots, Bakugo jumped off his bed and walked out of his room and right past the idiots into the common room.

"Did he just ignore us?" Mina demanded. She followed after him and tried to pet him. He barked at her and bared his teeth.

"He doesn't like most people," Eijirou informed them.

"Wow, he really is like Bakugo," Kaminari said.

What is it with you people comparing me to a dog? What the hell‽ Bakugo turned his loud protests to the blond. Bakugo caught sight of Koda behind them. Hold up, that guy with the weird shaped head... he fucking talks to animals, doesn't he?

Bakugo took off running toward Koda, who jumped in surprise when he saw the dog barreling toward him, but then crouched down to meet it. Eijirou, Mina, Sero, and Kaminari followed after him.

"Hello there, little one," Koda said in a gentle voice that would have pissed Bakugo off, if it wasn't somehow calming him down against his will. It must've been his quirk. "Who might you be?"

I'm Katsuki Bakugo. Bakugo focused really hard on trying to communicate that message to Koda when he barked, and if the surprise on his weird shaped face was any indication, he succeeded.

"What?" Koda asked, taken aback.

I got turned into a dog, and I don't know how to turn back. Please tell someone. He barked again.

"What is it Koda?" Eijirou asked. "Something wrong?"

"Um... this dog... well um..."

Spit it out, I've been like this for four fucking days, and I'd rather not be any fucking longer! Bakugo snarled impatiently.

"He says he's Bakugo!" Koda squeaked, backing away from Bakugo nervously.

"What?" Absolute horror and mortification dawned on Eijirou's face then.

"He says he's Bakugo, and he got turned into a dog four days ago, and can't change back."

"Koda..." Eijirou said, trying not to spontaneously combust. "Please tell me you're joking."

"No, I swear," Koda insisted. "We have to tell Mr. Aizawa or something."

Eijirou put his hands on the sides of his face and stared at the ground in horror. Bakugo could tell that it was dawning on him just what he had said and done with Bakugo in the past few days.

"Um, Kirishima?" Sero put a hand on Eijirou's shoulder.

Eijirou threw back his head and shouted, "FUCK!" at the top of his lungs, then ran to tell Mr. Aizawa the situation, face aflame. Bakugo followed smugly, glad that this would finally be coming to an end.

Within a couple of hours, they had brought someone with the ability to reverse the effects of quirks into the UA infirmary. He used the ability on Bakugo, and less than a minute later, he was back to normal, barefoot, wearing a red dog collar which he quickly removed, but human.

Bakugo and the teachers thanked the man for his help, and then after a quick check up to make sure everything was back to rights, Bakugo was allowed to leave the infirmary. Eijirou was waiting outside with Bakugo's shoes. His face was as red as his hair, and Bakugo hadn't realized how much he missed being able to see the color red. He smirked.

"Hey, Eijirou." He looked up at Bakugo, likely surprised be the use of his first name, but Bakugo had quickly gotten used to using it in his head, so it just felt natural to use out loud now, too.

"I called your parents and told them what happened, but you should talk to them, too. They've been really worried," Eijirou rambled. "You can have my notes from today's classes. I tried really hard to pay attention and take good notes, but I don't actually know if they'll be any help. I'm really sorry about everything—"

"Eijirou," Bakugo interrupted. "Thank you."

"What?" Normally, Bakugo would never thank anyone, knowing this gave Eijirou pause.

"I don't know what I might have done if you hadn't picked me up, so even though I'm still pissed as hell that you had me fucking microchipped, at least you didn't let that vet lady neuter me, so thanks."

"Uh, yeah, sorry about that... I mean, you're welcome," Eijirou adjusted his stance and stood eye to eye with Bakugo, swallowing hard. "And about all that stuff I said to you, when I thought you were a regular dog, I'm sorry if that made you uncomfortable, or anything, but... it's all true..."

"I fuckin' know that. Why the hell would you lie to a dog?" Bakugo snapped. "I'm not uncomfortable, or angry or whatever the fuck, so you can stop fucking beating yourself up about it. People overshare to their pets all the fucking time."

"Right... Bakugo?"

"Katsuki."

"What?"

"My name is fucking Katsuki, shitty hair, use it."

"Oh. OK. Katsuki..."

"Yeah?" Bakugo put a hand on his hip impatiently.

"Will you go out with me?" Eijirou asked. His eyes never left Bakugo's, and they were brimming with nerves, but he still asked. Bakugo remembered that Eijirou said manliness was about living without regrets, and he would have regretted not asking, after everything that happened.

"Sure." There was a beat of silence following Bakugo's agreement.

"Really?"

"Yeah. You've already got me fucking microchipped, and they couldn't get the stupid goddamn thing out of me, so I might as fucking well be your boyfriend, right? Ya know, seeing as I legally fucking belong to you, you absolute fucker. Oh yeah." Bakugo handed Eijirou the collar. "I believe this is yours. Don't go getting any dumb ideas about using it on me. Ever. Again." Eijirou's face flushed violent red again, and Bakugo could almost swear he saw steam rising from the top of his spiky red head.

"I'm so fucking sorry Katsuki." he bowed low in apology and Bakugo laughed. "If I had known it was you I wouldn't have done any of that. I am so so so fucking sorry."

"Yeah, you'd fucking better be," Bakugo said, and walked past the still bowing Eijirou. "Come on, let's go. We got a date to plan, don't we? And you're gonna take me some place good to make up for naming me fucking Blasty, and making me stand still while a bunch of snot-nosed brats had their grubby hands all over me, aren't ya?"

"Yes! Absolutely! It's gonna be the best date you've ever had!" Eijirou promised, following a laughing Bakugo out of the building and back toward the dorms.

[This ended up being a tad longer than I anticipated, but it was really fun to do, so thanks for the request. I opted to write from the POV of Bakugo as a dog mostly because I've been listening to the Animorphs audiobooks lately, and that's just what gear I was in. I hope this was entertaining to read, too.

I've caught up with all my requests so far—still have one to edit and post, but it's written. So I eagerly await more requests b/c I can't come up with shit on my own. Tell your friends! Love y'all.

<3 Raaor!]