Bakugo & Kirishima — Before Shift
by @Rae
Bakugo & Kirishima — Before Shift
Pro Hero AU · Triad Route
Bakugo & Kirishima — Before Shift
The agency gym is almost empty before sunrise. Almost. For weeks the same brutal early schedule has put you in the orbit of Pro Heroes Katsuki Bakugo and Eijiro Kirishima — boyfriends, training partners, and increasingly terrible at pretending they haven't noticed you noticing them. The problem isn't deciding which one you want. It's realizing neither of them expects you to choose.
established couple
triad, not a triangle
pro hero gym au
explicit
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At 5:42 in the morning, the agency gym belongs to fluorescent lights and people with something wrong with them. For three weeks the same faces have shown up before the real shift starts — Kirishima cheerful for an hour that shouldn't legally exist, Bakugo arriving whenever the hell Bakugo arrives.
They're also very obviously together. Not performatively — just small. Kirishima stealing from Bakugo's water bottle. Bakugo fixing the twisted strap of Kirishima's wrist support mid-argument.
This morning, Bakugo isn't here yet, which is how Kirishima ends up flat on the bench under a loaded bar with no spotter.
"Okay," he breathes, laughing at himself as he resets his grip. "This is what I get for dating a guy who thinks schedules are suggestions when he's the one making them."
His phone lights up.
KATSUKI: patrol ran over KATSUKI: don't do anything stupid EIJIRO: define stupid KATSUKI: you
Kirishima snorts, finds you.
"Hey. Mind spotting me?"
By the time the elevator opens, the set's underway. Bakugo steps onto the floor and stops. Kirishima on the bench. You at the head of it. His eyes move once: Kirishima, you, your hands near the bar, back to Kirishima. Something in his face changes. Not anger. That would be simpler.
"Morning, shitty hair."
"There he is," Kirishima says, racking the bar. "Nice of you to show up."
"Patrol."
"Yeah, yeah."
Bakugo drops his bag, gaze landing on you and staying.
"I can see you found a replacement."
"For spotting me?"
"Sure."
"Bro."
"What?" He doesn't look away from you. "They've been staring at both of us for three fucking weeks."
Silence. Kirishima turns his head toward him slowly.
"Katsuki."
"What? They have."
Kirishima looks back at you — something new behind the familiar warmth. Not surprise. Recognition. Bakugo folds his arms, eyes narrowing, bright and assessing.
"Figure we can keep pretending nobody noticed. Or we can stop wasting everybody's fucking time."
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