When the prefrontal cortex isn't given the right environment to develop self control, a violent temper can result. Everyone is born to handle temporary stress, temporary rises in cortisol, yet not consistently for months, years or decades. Without good role models and coping mechanisms, the person can become a victim of their own inner storms, in constant "Hulk smash" mode.

Or rather, "smash Deku" mode.

...

"So, there's 3 more cases. Previously quirkless people, suddenly becoming... not so quirkless. At least - that's what it seems." Deku paused a moment, reading the room. For a second, their eyes locked. Bakugou's scowl deepened, glare not leaving the others form even as the green eyes snapped away.

"The-These people are all from different backgrounds and all the - and all of the quirks differ. So - er - it's difficult to link each case."

The grip around his pen tightened - the plastic creaking. He followed Deku with his eyes like a predator, shoulders rising - like he was going to pounce any minute. This was the man that had the audacity to kiss his own boyfriend. The man that got Todoroki to break out of his shell first, the man who got Todoroki to use his flames first, the man who-

Todoroki cleared his throat next to him.

Huffing, Bakugou slumped back in his chair, allowing himself only a quick glance at the other.

Heterochromatic eyes glared at him through strands of red and white hair.

A warning.

Bakugou swiped his tongue against the inside of his cheek - attempting to relax the tension in his jaw.

Todoroki's eyes flicked away, focusing back on Deku. His expression looked stern, cold - brows just slightly furrowed.

"How do we know they weren't incorrectly registered originally?"

His deep voice was magnetic, giving him the air of solid confidence. It had that sort of timbre that anchored you in place. Frozen.

"Honestly, that's still a possibility. However, there's evidence against it. If everyone can look at the second hand out I gave..."

Even for his icy exterior, Bakugou knows just how soft and smooth his skin is. He's seen how the porcelain white of his high cheekbones can be tainted with red. That intimidating expression can drop with a simple grasp of his thigh.

Bakugou ran a hand through the mess of his hair, shaking away the images.

He chose instead to stare down at the documents in front of him. They'd been added to Deku's team a few days ago - largely because they'd come into contact with a couple of the cases. It killed him that Deku had barely gotten back from America and he was already leading a case this big. It certainly did nothing to quell the bonfire in his chest.

And on top of all that, to forcefully touch Todoroki? He doesn't give a fuck if it was a quirk - the thought made him feel like he was about to choke up ashes.

...

The stall door slammed behind him.

He wouldn't have lasted another second in that hell hole.

Breathe.

Deku touched him. Kissed him.

1, 2, 3-

Of all people, Deku.

4, 5, 6, 7-

"Fucks sake!" Bakugou hissed, kicking at the wall opposite him.

He was on edge.

Anger.

Jealousy.

Guilt.

Todoroki just forgave Deku like it was nothing.

Todoroki just forgave them like it was nothing.

His phone buzzed in his pocket.

He sighed, rubbing at his face.

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New Email

Evidence footage for the 3 new cases [Project 17.21.09]

Pro-Hero Fat-Gum VS Scissor-Hands [Fight Footage]

Pro-Hero Shouto VS Porcupine [Fight Footage]

Pro-Hero Deku VS Rock Monster [Fight Footage]

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Bakugou leant back against the plastic divider, immediately pressing the second link - tapping his foot impatiently as the video buffered.

Once the video loaded, Bakugou let his eyes wander down Todoroki's fitted suit as the dual quirk user came into shot. It hugged him at all the right angles, showing of his toned body and long legs. Rather than gaining lots of muscle mass- he opted to prioritise flexibility and speed. As his quirk was more suited to long ranges, it wasn't really as necessary for him to become quite as big as Bakugou and Kirishima. Against a standard civilian though - he looked incredibly intimidating.

Bakugou had to tear his eyes away for a second to check if there was any AC in the room because he was feeling increasingly hot. He undid a couple extra buttons on his shirt to be sure.

His teeth scraped against his bottom lip as he watched the other skate around on ice - unfairly perfect hair whipping gracefully in the motion. The villain he was fighting was some sort of hedgehog wannabe - shooting out spines at the hero. Shouto easily evaded the pathetic attack - forming walls of ice to intercept the projectiles. Whilst defending himself - he seamlessly used his fire at the same time to attack the villain.

It didn't stand a chance against Todoroki.

Bakugou flinched, realizing the fabric around his crotch was a little tight. He scowled, unwilling to consider what it meant. His head was far too... distracted - to sort out his options.

In his defence, neither him or Kirishima had dared to touch Todoroki after he said the safe word - even if it cost their sanity. Bakugou was extremely firm on avoiding everything and anything sexual until Todoroki initiated it.

The villain Shouto had been fighting became increasingly desperate, recognising it was going to lose. In a chaotic rage - it shot out all of it's spines at once. Bakugou didn't get nervous at the attack though - Todoroki could see it from a mile off.

With practiced ease the quirk user dodged the attack - only a singular spine out of what looked like thousands - got close enough to tear his suit.

Bakugou watched how the rip cut through his suit - not enough to scratch his skin - but enough to create a decent slash in the fabric. It trailed from his left hip bone up to his stomach.

The blonde let out shaky breath - cursing at the way his dick twitched at the unveiled skin. He could see the shadows of his v-line, along with the barest hints of abdominal muscles that peaked out.

He let out a frustrated growl, trying to adjust his trousers.

He felt painfully horny.

He tapped out of the video before it could get any worse, switching to his contacts.

Todoroki hadn't left him a message after he stormed out of the conference room. He's not surprised, the other probably knew he needed time to cool off. No doubt he's made a fool of himself infront of the other pro-heroes present though...

...

"Hey, man - what's up?"

Bakugou took a deep breath.

"Kiri..."

He tried to not cringe at how breathless he sounded.

"You okay?" Kirishima's voice immediately dropped it's light-heartened tone, oblivious to his state.

"I'm fine. Just - talk." Bakugou hissed through his teeth, twisting his wrist just right.

"Do you need me to come? I'm at the agency right now but I can-"

"Nghh-" The blonde dipped his head, gripping the phone a little harder. Fuck - he really shouldn't be doing this at work.

"Shit - are you hurt? I'm coming right n-"

Kirishima was so damn clueless. Honestly, Bakugou seriously felt like throttling him sometimes...

"I'm not hurt - you idiot! I'm-" Bakugou quickly cut himself off, unsure if he was on speakerphone the other side.

"Huh? Then what-"

"Haaah..." Bakugou sighed - lightly jerking his hips up to meet his fist.

There was a short silence on Kirishima's end.

"Oh shit. Hold on."

.

Distantly, he heard the red head calling out to some other people. There were some miscellaneous noises and hurried breathing.

"Are we seriously doing this right now? You seriously know how to torture me-"

Kirishima's voice echoed a little, he must have gone somewhere more private.

"Fucking deal with it."

"Mhm. So what's got you all hot and bothered?" Kirishima teased, letting his voice deepen.

"Shut up." Bakugou ground out as he tightened his grip, swiping a thumb over his sensitive head to collect some pre-cum.

"I thought you wanted me to talk... Katsuki."

Bakugou definitely didn't moan at the way Kirishima pronounced the syllables of his name. The red head purposely made it sound utterly sinful.

"Couldn't handle shitty Deku... Todoroki's pissed - and I'm horny as fuck."

He heard a shuffling through the phone along with the familiar sound of fabric rustling.

"That bad, huh? Need to blow off some steam then?" Kirishima questioned.

"Fucking obviously." He panted.

"Hmm, whatcha wearing?"

"Fuck off."

"Come onnn - this is a two way thing, man."

"Suit."

"Ooh, nice. Unbutton the shirt for me."

Bakugou huffed, but complied. The cold air hit hard against his chest, nipples hardening.

"Gonna send me a picture?"

"You fucking wi-ngh"

"Hm? What was that I couldn't hear you over your-"

"Shut up!"

"Ah, it's a shame I'm not there - it's hard to control your bratty-ness over the phone..."

"I'm not a brat, shitty hair."

"Do you know what I would do if I was there?"

Bakugou paused at the question, keeping his mouth shut.

"Do you? Katsuki?"

A low groan was ripped from his throat.

"Answer me."

"I-I don't fucking know." He hissed back.

"Let's make it easier for you then, hm? What did I do last time?"

"Fuck..." Bakugou swore, slowing his movements - he was getting a little to close for comfort.

"Ha, well that was part of it, I guess. I want you to speed up now, Katsuki."

Shit, how the fuck did he know?

"Nghh..."

"-Remember how you cried? Telling me how you couldn't take anymore?"

Bakugou did not whimper.

So, so close.

"Was that on the fourth or fifth time I'd made you cum?"

"Ngh - Fourth." Bakugou choked out, curling in on himself as his balls tightened.

So, so, so close.

"Cum, Katsuki."

Although he didn't want to give Kirishima the satisfaction - Bakugou's whole body trembled as he was forced over the edge - crying out and almost dropping the phone. Even the trembling aftershock sent pleasurable tingles deep inside - causing him to let out a pitiful whine. His breathing stuttered as he took a deep breath.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it?"