Bakugou grumbles as he collects his shit. There's no use arguing. Once the scent of rut starts, that's it; you /have/ to leave a public space. It's the law, and Bakugou's /good/, so he obeys.
It feels good to obey.
So fucking good
Bakugou grumbles as he collects his shit. There's no use arguing. Once the scent of rut starts, that's it; you /have/ to leave a public space. It's the law, and Bakugou's /good/, so he obeys.
It feels good to obey.
So fucking good