A Night of Discovery
The tension in the air was palpable, thick with the heavy promise of what was to come. Bakugou's body hummed with anticipation, his mind swirling in a frenzy of conflicting emotions. Tonight, he had agreed to take a step deeper into his own submission—a step that had been terrifying at first, but now, with Aizawa standing beside him, it felt strangely inevitable. The boundary between resistance and surrender was thinning. And Bakugou knew, despite all his reluctance and defiance, that the time had come to face the unknown.
Aizawa’s steady presence at his side was grounding. His dominance was a constant, comforting weight on Bakugou’s shoulders, something he could cling to when the world around him felt too overwhelming. Bakugou had learned to trust him, slowly but surely, but tonight was different. Tonight, they were going beyond the familiar. Aizawa had told him that this wasn’t just about testing his limits anymore. Tonight was about discovery—about Bakugou embracing a part of himself he had never allowed to emerge.
Aizawa had brought him to a private BDSM club, a space where the world of dominance and submission was not just explored, but lived. It was a place where control could be given and taken freely, where boundaries were respected and desires were laid bare. The moment they entered the club, the thick, low hum of energy in the air hit Bakugou like a wall. It was overwhelming, and yet, strangely intoxicating. He had been to bars and clubs before, but this was something else entirely. The quiet power that surrounded the people here was palpable—subtle, but undeniable.
The club itself was unassuming from the outside, tucked away in a quiet part of the city, a discreet entrance guarded by a security system only those with the right connections knew about. Inside, the atmosphere was dark, intimate, and alive with the flicker of low lights and quiet murmurs. The air was thick with scent—leather, musk, a faint trace of perfume—and the sound of heels clicking on polished floors mixed with the soft strains of ambient music.
Bakugou could feel the weight of the atmosphere, the mixture of excitement and caution, swirling in his chest as he followed Aizawa deeper into the club. The older man was as calm and composed as ever, his posture open but firm. His presence was a steadying force, and Bakugou found himself clinging to it, even as he fought the nervousness bubbling in his gut.
They walked through the main hall, passing rooms where scenes of submission and dominance were being played out with the kind of quiet intensity Bakugou had never witnessed before. It wasn’t just about the physical acts—there was something more, something deeper, that caught his attention. The way the subs moved, the way the Doms controlled the space around them—it was all so deliberate, so intimate. It wasn’t about pain or punishment; it was about trust, vulnerability, and the connection between two people.
Aizawa stopped at a low booth where a group of people were gathered, and Bakugou instinctively felt a shift in the air. This was a different kind of energy than what Bakugou had felt before. It wasn’t just the quiet dominance that Aizawa exuded, but something more—a kind of camaraderie, respect, and understanding between people who shared similar experiences.
“This is where you’ll start,” Aizawa murmured, his voice low but firm, as he led Bakugou toward the group.
The first person to greet them was a tall, muscular Alpha with wild red hair. His grin was wide, the kind of smile that radiated warmth and confidence, but there was an undeniable sharpness to his gaze that Bakugou couldn’t ignore. Beside him stood a woman with sharp, vibrant pink hair and a commanding energy that matched her partner’s. Both of them were dressed in simple but elegant leather, their collars a symbol of their shared dynamic.
“This is Kirishima,” Aizawa said, his voice steady as he gestured toward the man. “And this is Mina.”
Kirishima extended a hand to Bakugou with a friendly but firm handshake. “It’s good to see you here, Bakugou,” he said, his voice warm, yet carrying an authority that Bakugou couldn't help but respect. Mina, ever the calm presence, gave a soft nod of approval, her gaze calm but keen.
Bakugou returned their greeting with a stiff nod, his mind racing to process the shift in the air. These were people who lived this lifestyle—people who weren’t just playing at dominance or submission, but who embodied it fully. There was an ease in their energy that Bakugou couldn’t quite put his finger on.
Kirishima’s voice broke the tension. “You’re doing the right thing, Bakugou. Don’t worry. No one’s going to push you too far tonight. We’re here to just enjoy ourselves and have a good time.” His smile was wide and understanding, and Bakugou felt a flicker of reassurance at the kindness in his eyes.
Before Bakugou could respond, another couple joined them. This time, Bakugou felt a rush of recognition at the sight of them. The woman with dark brown hair tied in a bun, her energy soft and nurturing, and the other, a platinum blonde with sharp eyes and a mischievous grin—Toga and Ochako, an Omega couple who, from what Bakugou had heard, were well-versed in the lifestyle.
Aizawa gave them a slight nod of acknowledgment. “Ochako, Toga,” he introduced, his voice quiet but approving. “They’ve been part of the community for a while now. They’ll be happy to answer any questions you might have.”
Toga’s eyes locked onto Bakugou’s, a playful smile tugging at her lips. “Well, well, what do we have here?” she teased, her tone laced with mischief. “A new sub in the making?”
Ochako, ever the soothing presence, smiled warmly at Bakugou. “Don’t worry. We all started somewhere. Take your time, just observe, and you’ll find your place here,” she said, her voice soft but confident.
Bakugou shifted uncomfortably under their gaze but felt a strange sense of relief. It was clear that these people weren’t here to judge; they were here to share, to support, to help him discover his own journey into this world.
Another pair entered the space, and Bakugou’s breath caught at the sight of them. Midoriya and Todoroki. Midoriya, the Beta with his calming presence and ever-gentle manner, and Todoroki, an Alpha who carried an air of quiet control that made Bakugou’s heart skip a beat. Their dynamic was different from the others—less outwardly dominant, but the power that Todoroki held in his stillness was undeniable.
“This is Midoriya and Todoroki,” Aizawa said. “They balance each other well. Midoriya’s a good Beta, and Todoroki’s an Alpha who believes in communication and understanding.”
Midoriya gave a warm smile and extended a hand to Bakugou. “It’s nice to meet you,” he said, his voice gentle. “I’ve heard good things about you.”
Todoroki’s gaze was steady, sharp, but there was no aggression in it—just an assessment, a recognition of strength that Bakugou hadn’t expected. “You’ll find that this world is about more than just commands and submission,” he said softly. “It’s about communication, respect, and trust.”
Bakugou nodded, unsure of what to say. Midoriya’s friendly demeanor and Todoroki’s quiet authority left him a little breathless, but he was beginning to understand that there was more to this world than he had ever anticipated.
Finally, as if the universe had decided to make the night complete, Bakugou’s best friend, Hizashi, appeared with his own sub, Hitoshi, an Omega whose quiet, observant nature seemed to balance Hizashi’s vibrant energy.
Hizashi clapped Bakugou on the back, his usual smile wide and carefree. “Yo, Bakugou! You made it! We were starting to think you’d chicken out!” His voice was loud and teasing, but there was no mistaking the way he cared. He turned to Hitoshi, who was standing quietly by his side, his eyes calm and steady. “This is Hitoshi. He’s a little more reserved, but he knows this world inside and out. You’ll get along just fine.”
Hitoshi gave a small, quiet smile to Bakugou. “Don’t let Hizashi scare you,” he said softly. “Everyone here has their own pace. Take yours, and you’ll fit in just fine.”
Bakugou blinked, a little taken aback by the way Hizashi and Hitoshi interacted. There was a subtle, unspoken trust between them, one that made Bakugou feel a strange, quiet envy. He didn’t have that kind of dynamic yet, but something about their connection left him thinking.
As the night wore on, Bakugou found himself absorbing everything—the conversations, the quiet commands, the connections between each couple. It wasn’t just about the act of submission or dominance, but about trust. It was about the vulnerability and strength that came with truly letting go and allowing someone else to guide you.
By the time they left, Bakugou felt something stir within him—a deep, primal desire to explore this world, to understand his own place in it. He wasn’t sure yet where he fit, but he knew that, with Aizawa at his side, he would find out.
And for the first time, Bakugou wasn’t afraid.