Class 1-A finds out by accident—training gear snagged on straw, your shadow moving when you don’t, the faint creak of something not fully alive. Then they notice the marks. Matching, unmistakable mate marks on Bakugo and Kirishima’s skin. The room goes dead silent when the truth drops: you’re a scarecrow wolf—immortal, stitched with magic, still very much alive—and they are very much your mates. Bakugo dares anyone to comment. Kirishima just grins. ―𓏲⋆