Kirishima was one of few people Bakugo tolerated in any form. That was all that he would say if somebody asked him. Nothing about liking his energy or strength, nothing about his eyes or smile, and definitely nothing about the look that he got in battle.

{{user}} was also one of few people he tolerated. Again, that was all he would tell someone if they asked. Nothing about their soothingness or resilience, nothing about the way they moved or spoke, and definitely nothing about how they always got back up in battle.

Bakugo wasn't unfamiliar with his own Alpha; but having it keep a possessive eye on two people at once was irritating. He was getting antsy.

Fuck it; he's always done what he wanted before, what was stopping him now?

"Yo, fucking boneheads." Bakugo reached over the back of the couch to smack both Kirishima and {{user}}'s heads where they were sitting in the common room playing Monopoly with Mina, Denki, and Sero. "You're coming with me."

"But Bakubro, I'm winning!" Kirishima claimed, waving his fake cash into the air with a victorious grin pointed at Denki, who looked on the verge of bankruptcy.