I’m Friends with the Monster in my Closet

Denki hunched his shoulders as he got closer to the group. Everyone was leaning in to hear what he had to say.
"So, what do you think his deal is?" He discretely nods to the blond leaving the lunchroom.
"He acts like a delinquent." Ochako says with a slight frown.
"Or maybe he's crazy." Mineta adds.
"Well, I think he's very cool." Kirishima joins in. He saw nothing wrong with the guy.
Or
Katsuki has a strange friend that gets stranger as time goes by.

Notes:

Hello!
I just wanted to say this is me experimenting with a new genre, so I hope you like it.
This was a long one-shot, but I thought I would break it up for easier reading.
Sorry for any and all grammar, spelling, etc.
If you find any please let me know so I can fix it.
Also, I messed with the fonts a bit.
I am satisfied with how it looks on the computer, but it's harder to convey the same thing on mobile, so sorry about that.
I hope you Enjoy!

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Chapter Text

Katsuki was two years old when he spotted a rabbit in his backyard. It bounced away the second it spotted the toddler wobbling towards it. His mother paid no mind to his chase.

He never was able to catch the rabbit.

The next year, his parents threw him in daycare. It was a torturous event day in and day out. His mother often said that he needed to spend time with other children his age to build character…whatever that meant.

There was a character in his afternoon daycare. The adults seemed to ignore the kid that sat by him every day for playtime.

The other boy would always smile at him.

Most parents shimmied their brats into daycare uniforms because it’s easier on the staff, but this kid – with his stupid big green eyes – had on green footie pajamas.

He looked like a total baby.

He later found out the boy’s name was Midoriya Izuku. It’s a pretty stupid name, but Katsuki let the cry baby tag along anyway. Izuku mentioned that he was hungry. It didn’t cross his mind as odd. The kid was such a loser that the adults paid him no mind. It wasn’t hard to sneak him extra snacks or take from other kids trays when no one was looking. Who would even deny him if he got caught?

Not the teachers and certainly not some snot nose brats.

Katsuki’s mom asked him if he had made any friends at daycare. He thought of Izuku, but didn’t mention the other boy to his mother. He hadn't understood the weird look in her eyes or the slight frown. All the other kids were boring and push overs. He was better than all of them…especially whiny Izuku.

On weekdays, his parents told him that his bedtime was eight o’ clock. They tucked him in like any other weeknight and left to do whatever the hell parents did. His clock read 10:00 in big blocky red numbers that flashed on the hour. That was usually the time he would stopped hearing his parents shuffle around their house and it was around that hour he would hear the tell-tale tapping on his window.

Like clockwork

It was never a surprise to see who it was; Izuku was a strange kid. He was standing there in the dark, shaking like a leaf and looking out of place with his stupid bunny pajamas. But even if he did look stupid out there, Katsuki still let him in.

“What the fuck do you want?” He whispered as he quietly opened the door. He could hear his father’s snoring down the hall. His father wasn't the biggest fan of his new favorite word.

“I wanted to see you and I’m kind of hungry.” He gave Katsuki a nervous smile while stepping in the house.

It wasn’t hard to notice that there was dirt being dragged through the house. His mom will have a fit if she saw the mess whiny baby Izuku made.

Stupid worthless Izuku that did nothing for himself, but whine to Katsuki for leftovers

Stupid worthless Izuku that did nothing for himself

Stupid worthless Izuku with his dumb smile

Stupid worthless Izuku with his big eyes

Stupid worthless Izuku

Stupid…

Worthless…

Useless…

Izu…ku

De…ku

“Deku.” The name felt good dropping from his mouth. He didn’t care if the other boy was confused. It would be his new name from now on. “Useless, Deku, go fucking change.” He reiterated and walked quietly to his kitchen.

His mother always had neat containers for their leftovers. Each container was labeled with his father’s handwriting. He picked the closest one for the least disturbance and shoved it into the loser’s hands. Why does he have to be so nice?

Deku, being the weirdo he was, took the food and hurried upstairs. Once, the other mentioned about being a shy eater. Nothing too strange, but it left Katsuki rolling his eyes about how much of a baby Deku was. While he was downstairs, he drank himself a glass of water and checked to see if both his parents were still asleep. By the time he was heading towards his room, Deku was heading out with a dirty dish in hand. It wasn’t that he was tired, but he didn’t feel like babying Deku anymore tonight. He knew what to do if he wanted to sleep over.

Just don’t wake his parents up.

Katsuki didn’t feel like explaining Deku and whatever the hell his deal was. The loser would clean up his mess, wash his dishes and put them up in the cabinet.

Now that Bakugou thought about it, how did that munchkin put the dishes in the cabinets? He probably used a chair or something…whatever it was it didn’t matter as long as no one will find out.

By the time that whiney baby came back, Katsuki was already half asleep and too lazy to push the other boy away as they both settled fully in the bed with a big All Might blanket around them.

When morning came Deku was gone, as always, before his mom barged in his room to wake him up for daycare.

Katsuki lost count of the times Deku came over.

It didn’t matter.

A few weeks passed with nothing notable happening, but on one hot summer day where Katsuki’s palms were disgustingly sweaty, itchy and annoying did something happen.

Deku’s large green eyes were staring at his hands in wonder and amazement and Katsuki couldn’t help the way his chest swelled with pride. The adults and other kids were crowding him in his ugly daycare uniform as sparks came out his hands. He could feel the warm heat as he controlled the timing of the flashes. A few of his followers started asking questions, but most of them were praises. Hell, even the adults were practically bowing to him as they all told him; he will be a pro-hero that could be like or greater than All Might.

“So cool Bakugou!”

“What does it feel like?”

“Can I touch it?”

“I hope my quirk will be as cool as yours!”

“Such a flashy quirk, you’ll be just like All Might.”

It went on and on and Katsuki felt light and powerful. His red eyes caught those big green ones and let out a bigger spark. He was rewarded with the other boy clapping and smiling his way.

The other students ignored his clapping to gush more about his new flashy quirk.

After daycare, he told his mother he was going to the park.

He left before he could hear her answer.

Deku was at the park alone, by the time he got there. His hands were sparking as he ran around, jumping off of the slide and doing a pose he saw All Might do a million times on the internet. Deku was clapping again from his spot on the swing while beaming him a bright smile.

“Have no fear, I’m here to kill the bad guys!” He loudly declared to the playground with an audience of one, but that didn’t matter.

“You’re so cool, Kacchan!” The loser was walking up to him now. Bakugou couldn’t help but notice how…off Deku looked. His shirt was a little baggy. He didn’t notice earlier that day because he was so focused on his itchy palms and quirk.

“Of course, I’m cool! I’m not a background character like the rest.” He grabbed the smaller boy’s wrist and pulled him along, down the street.

“Where are we going?” Deku was giving him a weird look, but Katsuki didn’t want to hear anything out of the loser’s mouth. So he just glanced at him and continued on tugging the other boy to the edge of the neighborhood, near the hiking grounds. He dropped Deku’s wrist. His clammy hands were slightly chilled.

“I want to see how much I can do. It’s no good to practice on extras that just whine and bitch.” That last word was something he heard from one of the older boys from the nicer park that was a little further from his house. It didn’t feel as good as saying ‘fuck’ but it had a nice shock value to it.

He didn’t spare Deku another glance before he was firing up and aiming at the bark of the tree in front of him. It should work as a mid-range attack. The sparks went off and something bigger ignited. A loud thunderous clap, heat and smoke came from his hands. It was hot today and Katsuki made sure to let his hands sweat and sweat and sweat.

And it paid the fuck off, as he stared at the sizable dent in the bark.

“Fuck yeah!” He did it again and again. Deku watched and encouraged him. Hell, he even put on a performance to show the loser just how uncool he was compared to the Great Bakugou Katsuki!

By the end of the day with the setting sun, his arms were sore but he was convinced more than ever that he’ll become better than All Might.

“Come on, Deku. I can hear your stomach from here.” Katsuki started walking the way back to his house. His hands were in front of him, the tips of his fingers were a little charred and his palms were dry and smelling of chemicals and smoke. He’ll have to train to improve on this.

Today kicked so much ass!

The smaller boy tailed after him. He was talking a mile a minute about how cool he thought ‘Kacchan’ was. Katsuki always welcomed the praise. Hell, he was in such a good mood, he didn’t push the little freak when the other caught up to him and grabbed his arm to hold. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see them from school this late in the day.

That night he demanded that his mom make both normal and extra spicy katsudon for dinner. His mom popped him upside the head for being a brat and gave one of those long annoyingly boring lectures about “respecting your elders” or some shit like that. Afterwards she asked:

“You ok, kiddo? You’ve been eating a lot more recently. We rarely have leftovers that last a night, not to mention, you’ve been asking for more food in your lunches.” While most mothers had a gentle and soothing voice, Mitsuki Bakugou’s was edged with authority and lightly laced with a caring tone.

“What? You think it’s weird for a growing boy to request more food? Get over yourself, old hag.” Katsuki was effectively taking his mother’s attention as he spotted the green haired boy quietly slipping past his mother and into his room. “So can I have both or what?”

After a highly unnecessary noogie, Bakugou walked into his room ready to yell at the little wimp for being the cause of his messed up hair. He caught Deku playing with his All Might action figure and he felt too drained to put up a fuss. Plus it would be better if he mother didn’t think he was talking to himself if he started yelling.

“I hope you’re happy, fuckmunch, we’re having katsudon tonight.” He threw a controller at the other. “Now, it’s time to get your ass kicked in Mario kart.”

It was kind of unfair to challenge Deku in video games. The kid acted like he never played a game before. When they first started, he held the controller backward. After a few sessions, the loser is getting the hang of not running off the course or into corners. Today, Katsuki was feeling a little cruel, he chose rainbow road. It was hilarious to watch that extra, Luigi, fall again and again into the dark abyss as his Bowser glided across the changing colors. Unlike most of the other kids that Katsuki had the misfortune of playing with; Midoriya had some balls…even if he was a whiny bitch. Most the other kids would cry or give up against his brilliant win streak, but not Deku. He sucked, but at least he was determined.

“Is it spicy katsudon?” There was a slight waver in his voice as he tried to stay on the map.

“What if it is? Got a problem?” He released a few bananas to trip the cry baby up, but he ignored those eyes burning holes on the side of his face. He hardened his scowl. “What! What the fuck do you want, Deku!” He spat the name for emphasis.

Deku just smiled at him. “Nothing, Kacchan~”

Katsuki ignored it. “Fucking loser.” He muttered.

***

More and more kids started to get their quirks. The two fuckers that always tagged along with him when it wasn’t just Deku and him, started to show off in front of him. They were nothing special and they were so plain, he couldn’t even be bothered to remember their names. He knew them by their quirks.

One of them had leathery wings that reminded Katsuki of a dragon, but how lame was a dragon that couldn’t breathe fire or have armored skin?

Pretty fucking lame…

The other one could…make his fingers longer?

Fucking background characters if you ask him.

He nudged Deku next to him. “Where’s your quirk, loser?” Katsuki was just a little bit curious about the boy that always followed him. He hasn’t seen him do anything out of the ordinary lately. Maybe, his quirk was so mundane it wouldn’t make a difference if he had one or not?

The fucker just shrugs.

“What do you mean you don’t know? Haven’t you been to the doctor yet?”

“No, I don't like going to the doctor.”

Katsuki couldn't argue with that. Sometimes doctors were annoying. He just assumed the dork would get his quirk later. His mom mentioned that some people were just late bloomers, but it figures that Deku’s would be late.

His sixth birthday came without a hitch. It came complete with a birthday party, cake, his favorite spicy foods (much to Deku’s dismay) and his parents.

His mom took a bunch of embarrassing pictures of him wearing a birthday hat like he's seen American families do on TV. His dad gave him a speech about being another year older and wiser.

Boring

Deku was hiding under the table, munching on whatever Katsuki snuck him. His mother told him that she wished he had more friends so he could have a cooler birthday parties. He didn’t need friends, because those losers were uncool. Inviting uncool people didn’t make a party cooler.

Plus he was fine kicking Deku’s ass in video games.

“You are all losers, fucking babies!” Katsuki yelled from the top of the jungle gym. He was perfectly balanced. His hands were igniting, making his scene more intimidating to the crybabies below.

He didn’t see what the big deal was. They all agreed to visit the cooler park that was, admittedly, farther than what most parents would be comfortable with letting their six and seven year old kids walking to. Katsuki may have been a little caught up with showing off and swinging from bars and fantasizing about being a pro-hero that he didn’t notice the time, but that just meant that they would have to take the shortcuts home. No big deal.

Apparently it was a big deal, because all the other kids were gaining some nerve to question his judgment.

All of them were little punks. If no one wanted to go with him...fuck them!

“Bakugou, you can’t go by yourself. It gets dangerous at night.” One of the extras told him. A few of them were huddled together as if the mere idea of crossing a few silly alleyways and a few backyards was something to be afraid of.

Speaking of going alone…

Katsuki glanced at Deku. The other boy was staring at him while fidgeting in his loud red kicks. At least he wasn’t afraid. Katsuki wasn’t sure if that made Deku stupid or brave. Either way he wouldn’t be totally alone, but Katsuki guessed the other children didn’t count Deku as a worthy person to accompany him and Katsuki sure as hell wasn’t going to admit to being a little bitch and telling the others he would be just fine with Deku.

He left.

It was getting dark and his mom was expecting him home before it got dark out. The old hag is going to have a fit, because the sun had set a while ago and they weren’t exactly close to his house. It might have been a dumb idea to venture out to one of the nicer parks so late in the day. Most of the other kids probably either lived closed or had someone picking them up, but Katsuki wasn’t a wimp. He can get home just fine.

The alleys weren’t so bad anyway. Some areas were a little dark while others had a light or two. So far they saw no one, but that didn’t mean everything was quiet. Sometimes there were the sounds of a cat or maybe a rat running here or there, other sounds bled through the side of the buildings. He had heard a few muffled yells, but nothing that sounded alarming. If it wasn’t that slightly ominous sounds of the back ways, then he was hearing Deku bitch and complain about his fucking stomach. The brat acted like he hasn’t eaten all day. Deku was holding his hand, but he was dragging his feet.

“Can you stop fucking pouting for one goddamn second? You act like you haven’t had a single thing to eat all day and I know that’s a fucking lie because you had half my lunch earlier.” Katsuki whirled on him, breaking his hand free of the other’s grip.

“But I’m hungry now, Kacchan.” Deku looked like he was about to fucking cry. His mouth was doing that wobbly thing it always did and it was annoying him. He didn’t see what the big deal was. They would both eat when he got back home.

“If you're so fucking hungry, go find something to eat!” He yelled before turning his back on the dork and stomping off.

Katsuki didn’t hear anymore complaining after that, which was fine by him. He didn’t want to look over his shoulder to see if the other was following. That would make it seem like he actually gave a shit. Instead he looked off towards the gray wall. There was a small alley light casting their shadows. He could see Deku, shoulders slumped and walking slowly. He wasn’t too far behind.

Good.

They weren’t too far from home, Katsuki thinks. Some of the building were familiar. Deku was still pouting, but Katsuki figured the little baby would be fine once they get inside.

“Why so sad little boy? Did your friend hurt your feelings?”

At the sound of the voice Katsuki’s palms flared up, he was going kick the fucker ass that dar-

“Now, now, I think you're the troublemaker. Can't have any of that from you.” Katsuki's body froze. His limbs felt tight and his breath quick. His body felt like he couldn't get enough air as his heart tried to break out of his chest.

He felt trapped and couldn't move.

His eyes could only stare at the shadows of useless fucking Deku and this fucking cheap ass villain. Once he gets out...and he will get out, he will kill that fucker dead for this. No one will get away with doing such shit to him.

A large shadow approached Deku’s frail looking one.

Deku was probably shitting his pants right now.

“Why so quiet?” The man looked to be crouching in front of Deku. Katsuki saw the man's arms reaching only to pause after the wimp finally spoke. The villain seemed to humor him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that.”

“I’m hungry.” It was loud enough to catch Katsuki’s ears. To think that that little cry baby didn’t understand the situation they were both in. What the fuck, Deku!

“You’re hungry, you say, how cute.”

Katsuki was going to yell at Deku to do something. Anything but what he was doing now. There was some more movement…

Deku’s frail looking shadow wavered slightly. The bunny ears on his hood seemed to stand a little straighter, a little more rigid. The villain didn’t seem to notice the growth. It was the only thing that gave away what would happen next. Katsuki was still, he stopped struggling against the man’s quirk. He wasn’t sure it it even held him captive anymore as he was sure it dropped as he heard a quick scream that was abruptly cut off by...by...something.

The shadows danced on the wall in the dimmed light of the alley. Deku’s mouth grew in size. Katsuki could tell it was spreading. It happened so quick. A blink and the man was gone. Maybe his red eyes caught the glimpse of what appeared to be legs being forced down a too wide mouth and a too small body.

It was quick.

There was no struggle.

It seemed like a dream.

“I’m sleepy, let’s go home now.”

A pale fragile looking hand grabbed his slightly darker one. Deku sounded absolutely normal. He walked at a steady pace.

They were home in no time, or maybe Katsuki wasn’t paying attention to the time.

He was in bed and tucked in by the green haired creep.

“Goodnight, Kacchan.” Deku gave him a quick hug and easily slept with one hand around his waist.

Deku was always a cuddler and for once...it kind of help.

Katsuki went to sleep.

***

He’s groggy when he wakes up. He could feel Deku still at his side which means that it's not time to be up yet.

Thank fuck!

He didn’t want to deal with his mom right now. The lights on his clock flash 11:00. He must have been out for a few hours, but why did he feel so tired. He closed his eyes and tried to rub the sleep out. He was kind of hungry, now that he thought about it.

I’m Hungry

Big protruding mouth, jagged teeth

Katsuki looks up. His closet door is open. The area had the darkest blacks making - what he knows is a little ass closet - seem endless in depth.

His attention is caught and there’s a strange urgency to not look away. Since he’s been up there’s been something bugging him. It floats on the edge of his mind, but it's foggy. It’s almost like a buzzing…no…more like…

The longer he stares at his open closet, the louder this thing becomes. The longer he stares, the harder it becomes to focus on his thoughts and this annoying sound.

Deku moves next to him and it’s the distraction Katsuki needs to tear his eyes away from the closet.

The other boy is sitting up next to him. His face was relaxed and facing Katsuki’s. The little dork almost looked cute as he yawned. His mouth opened wide because the little shit has no manners. He’s waiting for Deku to close his fucking mouth, but he doesn’t. It stays wide open and tilted up. Katsuki’s red eyes look to find Deku’s. His green rabbit hood is still on his head even with it tilted back. Deku’s green eyes aren’t there.

What meets his eyes are murky half lid white ones with inflamed red edges.

Katsuki focuses on the mouth instead as he finds himself having a hard time breathing evenly while looking at those cloudy orbs.

The sound is louder

It’s clearer

Its sounds like a wavering groan with dips that go lower and lower.

Its next to his ear.

“Kacchan?”

There’s movement by the closet and Katsuki was sure it was something long and black. When he blinks, its Deku in his All Might pajamas. His eyes are clear and green and he has his stupid smile on his face. He looks sleepy as he crawls towards him from the foot of the bed.

Deku has a soft voice.

His hands feel wet.

Thick dark liquid is spilling on his hands.

Deku is still next to him, groaning. His open mouth reveals nothing still. It looks just as black as his closet. The same dark liquid that covers his hands, spills out of Deku’s mouth. His white eyes are still staring at him.

“I’m hungry.”

The little voice is in front of him, but when Katsuki looks he sees nothing…

…absolutely nothing as he’s swallowed whole.

***

“Wake up, brat!” His mom is in front of him, angrily swinging a pillow at him. “You over slept!”

His mother pushed him to the bathroom and urged him to brush his teeth faster. His uniform was on and he was rushed to school by his father. Normally he would walk by himself, but it seemed his parents needed to make up some excuse for him being late this morning.

The classroom was a little rowdy, he could hear them from outside the door, but that all changed when he walked into the classroom at least twenty minutes late. The teacher nodded at him and went back to teaching students that looked more interested in him than the lesson.

Which wasn’t surprising.

He’s always more interesting.

Deku was sitting next to his seat, as usual. He had that same shaky smile on his face.

Katsuki was a very observant boy when he wanted to be. There was no point in wasting his time of lowly extra’s lives, but he spent more time looking at Deku today. He spent more time trying to figure out who Midoriya Izuku was.

Maybe it was a quirk?

He hasn’t heard of a quirk that cannibalized people.

There’s some girl in his class that has a quirk relating to how dark a room is.

There’s a quirk that one pro-hero has that allows him to control a person using their shadow.

He thought about different quirks, but they were still nothing like that thing.

Deku was happily humming a song next to him. It wasn’t so loud, but he glanced at the teacher wondering if they would tell Deku to shut the hell up.

They didn’t.

Katsuki glanced at the other students. No one seemed to care.

Their teacher excused themselves to go to the restroom. He said they were allowed to talk, just not to be “too loud”. It was all the excuse Katsuki needed to call over one of his goons, a freak with the weird eyes. The other boy was visibly happy and it made him want to barf.

“Hey, Bakugou!” The other boy stopped by Deku’s desk. He didn’t move closer to Katsuki – though most students didn’t because of his bad attitude – nor did he seem to acknowledge Deku’s presence. Deku had stopped fiddling with his fingers to look at the boy that approached them. The green haired boy was obviously aware.

“Come closer.” The boy seemed to be caught off guard and a little hesitant. He took his time, but he was by Katsuki and behind Deku’s chair. That’s when something interesting happened.

His red eyes took in the way the boy’s demeanor changed. He was confident when he walked up to them and that confidence slowly went away as he stood before them. He fidgeted and rocketed back and forth slightly. At some point he shook as if he was cold. Katsuki glanced at Deku, who was silently watching the boy.

“You know what? I forgot.” He waved off the boy dismissively as the teacher walked back in

“You know what, Deku, you better ask before you steal another fucking tempura.” He watched as the boy happily popped the fried piece into his mouth. Strange that he never noticed Deku had a habit of covering his mouth as he ate.

“I’m sorry Kacchan. I’m a shy eater.”

That was the first time the loser asked him for some of his lunch.

“I’m hungry, can I have a piece?”

"I’m hungry”

Feed Me

Kacchan

They were outside for lunch, sitting on the steps. The sun was behind them and their shadows were stretched out in front of them. Katsuki was carefully watching the blacked out figures. You could easily see the rabbit ears on Deku’s hood. Their movements matched up.

Carefully Katsuki’s hand crept behind Deku. The other boy was too caught up in food to notice until Katsuki ripped the hood down. Red eyes stayed glued to their shadows as Deku yelped. If this was anyone else, those ears would have disappeared with the hood.

But…

“Is something wrong, Kacchan?” Green eyes stared at him. Fingers still poised over his bento box.

“Nothing loser.”

Katsuki stared at the twitching ears of Deku’s shadow.

Chapter 2 Notes:

Hi, I said a week and I took two.
Sorry about that, but I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the last one.
Again, please excuse any grammar/spelling errors. Tell me about them.
If you're interested, I listened to a few cool songs while typing this.
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Mister Scoops - Something Has To Happen
Anti-Nightcore - Sprawling Idiot Effigy
Glass Animal - Cane Shuga

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With a pocket filled with a few hundred yen that he was saving to buy more All Might color pencils, Katsuki grabbed Deku’s hand and then shoved their hands in his pocket. If this worked…he didn’t want to seem like, he was crazy holding on to something that wasn’t there.

They hopped on the train. There was a lot of people out. Every time the train stopped, the car would become empty and fill back up with even more people. There was a little girl sitting on her mother’s lap. She was staring at them with wide eyes. Her eyes were on Deku mostly and Katsuki tensed up. Red eyes glanced at the other beside him. Deku was staring back at the girl. He had a smile on his face. The rest of the train ride just that. Unfortunately, the girl and her mother had the same stop as them.

Katsuki was quick to grab Deku’s attention as they both walked in the crowded mall.

Deku didn’t seem to mind. The loser was staring at everything with wide eyes, with their mouth going a mile a minute. Katsuki occasionally looked at their shadows. Strangely, both of them were slightly blended together. Katsuki could make out the ears of the other’s hood and their four limbs within the bulkier structure. Katsuki eyed Deku to see if he acknowledged this.

Nope

Usually when they walked through crowded areas, Katsuki thought that maybe his scowling face and short temper gave an intimidating aura – it still probably did – and that was why people gave them so much breathing room. No one ever bumped up against the blond’s shoulder in public places.

He dragged them through many stores to see if it would be the same every time. Hell, Katsuki even decided to get into this lady’s personal space to see if some child age punk would make her move. He stood by her side. His shoulder was almost touching her leg. Katsuki watched her from the corner of his eye as she began to fidget. She adjusted and readjusted her hold on her purse before walking off in a faster than normal pace. As she walked further away, he saw her roll her shoulders continuously as if to get something off them…or maybe she was that uncomfortable. Red eyes glanced over.

Deku was looking after the lady too.

His bottom lip stuck out slightly and Katsuki knew what the other was going to say. He wouldn’t admit why his heart jump slightly before dragging Deku to the nearest ice cream parlor. Deku wasn’t very picky about what he ate, but Katsuki knew that the other liked sweet things. The place wasn’t too crowded. It had a few lingering teens chatting and goofing around. Some eyed Katsuki as he made his way through with his hands in his pockets. A few giggled and pointed his way. If he concentrated hard enough, he could hear their conversation.

He gripped Deku’s hand tighter when he made it to the display glass. The guy at the counter was a little confused to why he ordered a chocolate chunk explosion for himself and a plain vanilla swirl. It didn’t matter. There were people with invisible quirks, right?

He slowly walked by the teens on his way out. He sent them cold stare, his chest and throat rumbled with a growl.

Deku followed behind him. Katsuki could feel him on his shoulders.

Thank goodness, the ice cream place was by the mall’s exit. Katsuki was getting a little tired of random people. The fucking teens in the parlor keep eying him like they were all better than him.

Bunch of fucking extras.

Katsuki could bet his All Might collection that their quirks were all shit compared to his.

Katsuki handed Deku his plain ice cream once they were under a shaded tree and away from most of the mall goers outside. Deku slowly ate his treat with his back turned towards Katsuki while Katsuki tried hard to not to stare while chomping down on his ice cream.

“Don’t worry about them. Kacchan is way cooler than they are!” Katsuki thought he saw something flicker out when Deku looked over his shoulder. His eyes were big and too innocent. His hoodie was too big on his thin form.

Were there always dark circles under Deku’s eyes?

“Fuck you! You think I give a shit about those fuckers?” He walked ahead of Deku, shoulder checking his ass as he passed. “Of course, I’m cooler.” Sparks and smoke were coming from his hands.

Deku started to say something, but the blond ignored it.

If it was something like an invisibility quirk, then wouldn’t that loud ass yellow hoodie with the bunny hood and red sneakers be seen by the public? No one looked in Deku’s general direction except that little girl. Katsuki wondered if she could really see him or if she could sense Deku? Other than her, no one noticed. Most were nervously glanced at Katsuki when they thought he wasn’t looking, but…

He still had one more thing to test out.

“Kacchan, are we going home now?”

“Yea…” Deku took his hand and began pulling him to the train station.

The sun was setting, and their shadows were separated once again.

The last test Katsuki wanted to do had his heart shaking his rib cage. His mother, as bossy and noisy as she was, was still his mother. He did care for her greatly and his allergies always started to act up when he thought of anything happening to her. She was a smart and perceptive woman, so that was why she was the ultimate test.

Katsuki stared his mother down as Deku stood next to him. She eyed him with the same intensity.

Deku shifted left to right, seemingly bored. His shoes were squeaky on the hard tile floors.

“Spit it out brat!” She had her hands on her hip.

“Ask her if dinner is done, Kacchan.” Deku was lightly tugging on his shirt. His mom did not catch any of this.

“Is dinner done?”

He tried to give her his best scowl, but all she did was look at him funny. “Why, the fuck, are you looking at me like that?” She popped him upside the head for his bad language. “What the fuck? All I asked was if dinner was fucking done and you act like you got a problem!”

“Katsuki, are you ok?” Her voice cuts through him and he finally takes her all in. Her shoulders are slightly slouched and she stance less aggressive. Her sharp features were softened by concern.

“I’m fine, old hag. Just call me when dinner's done.” Katsuki had half the mind to yell for Deku to follow him, but soon realized that doing such a thing would be unwise, plus the little fuckmunch wasn’t in the kitchen or the living room.

When the blond got to his room, he spotted a lump on his bed. He wasn’t sure if Izuku slept because the loser needed it or because he just could. It was better this way. Better that he slept than complain about his never-ending stomach.

Katsuki couldn't connect the two things that were Midoriya Izuku. Anytime he took in the dork, he couldn't take him seriously. He was weak looking. He still looked a bit off, like there was something he couldn't quite remember being different. His skin was still pale with many slightly darker freckles and very large green eyes.

~~I’m Hungry, Kacchan~~

Feed Me

Katsuki blinked.

There was barely any light shining through his window.

It was late, and he found himself sitting on his bed staring at Deku. Deku stared back from his laying position.

The other didn’t seem bothered by it. Deku’s rabbit hood had slipped off during his nap leaving his wild mass of curls to take up a majority of his pillow.

It was at this moment Katsuki thought that…maybe…maybe he could ask.

“You ate breakfast, lunch and a snack. Why are you so eager for dinner?” He asked. His jaw hurt from how hard he was clenching it.

Deku gave him one of his signature soft smiles before sitting up and stretching. The shadow on the wall moved with Deku, but those ears were moving. “Because I’m hungry.”

Smoke slowly rose to Katsuki’s nose as he realized it was from his hands. “No shit. When aren’t you hungry.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement.

If his irritation was a bothering, Deku didn’t show it. The little fucker yawned with a hand covering his mouth. “Kacchan’s food takes the edge off.”

Katsuki’s shoulders tensed at that. Deku didn’t supply more information.

“Oi, little mini me, your dinner is ready!” His mother yelled from the kitchen and Deku’s face brightened up.

That night, Katsuki stared at Deku’s fluttering eyes as they laid face to face. Katsuki still wasn’t happy with this new information. Deku made it seem like he was always starving. Sure, he was happy when he got food and would often try to get more if there was some, but as long as the next meal of the day was close by, he wasn’t too fussy.

What did Deku do before he met Katsuki?

Where did he go before he was glued to Katsuki 24/7?

Katsuki wonder what would happen if Deku got really hungry. That villain was gone –

Wide mouth, growing…

Spasming legs…

Katsuki took a deep breath and went to sleep the minute he saw those green eyes close.

Katsuki’s dad was a good man. He provided for his family and he loved his wife dearly. Katsuki’s dad wasn’t loud or aggressive like his mom. He was calmer even though he had the same explosive quirk Katsuki had. But even though he was a gentle soul didn’t mean that his father wasn’t cool in his own right. His father didn’t speak about it often, but his father was a knife enthusiast.

Well, that was the word his mother used to describe his hobby.

In his parent’s room, in a case under their bed was his dad’s knife collection. Once, Katsuki’s father showed him this foldable knife. His father twirled it around his fingers with grace and speed. He called it a butterfly knife.

It was the only knife that Katsuki knew of besides the kitchen knifes and his mother would definitely notice when one of those were gone.

Deku was sleep in his bed again and Katsuki was in his parent’s room making sure to cover his tracks as he grabbed the knife.

There was a stupid plan in his head that he couldn’t get rid of, but he kept thinking about what if…

What if...

What if…

What if…

Katsuki punched himself in the chest.

Baa-Baachan was an old woman that lived down the street that claimed to be everyone’s grandmother. She was a pain sometimes, but Katsuki didn’t mind her. She had a big friendly dog that had too much fur. He was supposed to be a guard dog, but the big doofus was too goofy for that. He never barked at Katsuki when he saw him. His tail would wag a mile a minute and that old woman didn’t care if the neighborhood kids trespassed on her property to play with her dog.

She was an old woman that couldn’t do much.

Katsuki may have visited the dog once or twice just to see how stupid it looked when it went to fetch a stick or catch a ball.

It wasn’t anything special.

At least he tried to convince himself that as he tried to gauge how large the dog was.

Katsuki never bothered to learn the dog’s name. Why should he? Certainly, learning the dog’s name now, would make this harder.

The damn dog was staring at him with its dumb mouth all open and tongue hanging out. It had big brown eyes and it titled its head to look at Katsuki.

Stupid mutt…

Katsuki gripped the knife tighter.

He’s seen it done in action movies all the time.

There would be some blood, but at least it would be quick, right?

The dog jumped and thumped the dirt with its front paws. It dashed side to side to keep Katsuki’s attention. It looked so stupid…so stupid that the blond’s chest started to ache. His eyes felt watery and he cussed out loud because he forgot to take his stupid allergy meds this morning.

The pocket knife felt heavy in his hands.

“Stupid fucking dog.” He didn’t acknowledge the waver in his voice.

Stupid fucking plan.

There was another way to do this.

He wiped the wetness from his face before putting the knife back in his pocket.

He sat down on the dirt and the dog attacked him with face licks and gentle headbutts. His clothes were getting dirty and Katsuki knew his mom would have a fit, but at least it was dirt.

Dirt could come out…

Katsuki closed his eyes and let the dog slobber over his face.

Deku found him some time later. The other watched him silently before wandering to the fence. It was times like these that Katsuki wondered. Deku eyes were shaded by his unruly bangs. The sun was behind him, casting the other in shadows. He still had on his ridiculous hoodie and loud sneakers, but he looked different. Katsuki could almost imagine the black ears on top of his head.

The dog wasn’t one to react to much, Katsuki was sure that the dog has seen Deku before, but now with this reaction…

“Are you ready, Kacchan?” The dog shifted into a position. Katsuki took in the spread legs and the tense muscles.

“You trying to tell me what to do, fucking Deku?” Katsuki got up. His hand was gripping the fur around the dog’s neck, the other scratching

Their shadows, normal, under the sun.

Deku gave him a shaky smile. “Of course not, Kacchan. I just wanted to see if you wanted to play?” He twiddled his fingers together. “It gets kinda lonely without you.”

“Whatever.”

Katsuki took to visiting the stupid mutt when he thought no one would notice he was gone. Deku would tag along with him every once in a while, but Katsuki made sure to go when he thought Deku was asleep. The blond felt a little strange greeting the dog with random treats and toys with the weight of the blade in his pocket.

His father was a little busy with work and handling Katsuki’s mom to visit one of his hobbies. This was good for Katsuki because he didn’t feel like lying to his dad. He didn’t want to tell the truth either. What would he even say? How could he say what he was going to do?

Recently, his vision hasn’t been the best.

Maybe he would need glasses like he dad?

Heroes don’t wear glasses…well…none that Katsuki knew of.

His mom told him to wash up before dinner. Deku was just excited from hearing the word dinner.

So Katsuki did just that.

He sat on the stool, scrubbing at his thick unruly hair like his mom showed him to. There was a slight draft and fingers joined his in the suds. Katsuki didn’t need to look to see who it was. Deku had no sense of boundaries.

“Watch out, Kacchan!” That was the only warning he got before warm water was dumped on his head. His hair was momentarily tamed under the extra weight.

Katsuki peeked under his wet and heavy tresses, but the water stinging his eyes kept him from looking up at Deku. Instead he tried squinting down. He caught something black in front of him.

Feet?

Claws?

When he wiped away the water for a better look, he saw Deku’s small pale feet.

“Are you ready for your bath, Kacchan?” Deku was already moving the tub.

Deku was hunched forward slightly in the tub. The water easily covered his chest, but it did little for his exposed upper back. Katsuki never took notice of the visible knobs that ran down Deku’s neck and down his back. Usually he was more concerned on how someone could have so many spots on them. Deku’s skin was very much different than his own.

Katsuki ignored the other’s question and went about his soak in silence. At one point of his bath, Katsuki was sure something that surely did not feel like Deku brushed up against his leg under the water. The feeling went away once Katsuki’s mom knocked on the door and told him to be out within five minutes.

“Whatever, old hag!”

Deku didn’t mention anything as they both got dressed.

Katsuki never understood how Deku could change.

His mother made a big dinner, but her only request was that he eat at the kitchen table. She still looked at him with worry and it pissed the blond off.

“Why the fuck do you always look at me like that?” Usually his mother was very up front about her thoughts, but she looked a little torn.

“Can’t I just be a fucking mother and worry about her goddamn kid?” She snapped at him in a true Bakugou fashion. Her fists were balled up on the table and his father was trying to handle the situation.

“Katsuki, your mother is just concerned about you. Its nothing, just something parents do. How about we all eat our fill? Your mother made a lot. She said you’ve been working up an appetite lately. How has training been lately? I know your goal is to get into Yuei.” His father knew how to say the right words.

Soon, he was spilling all about his hikes into the forest and fucking shit up. He told his dad he could sweat on command if it wasn’t too cold outside.

He still didn’t mention Deku or his dreams that he forgot about.

Speaking of Deku…the little fuck didn’t look too happy. He was pouting the whole time his family ate.

Later that night, Katsuki gave Deku all the left overs.

The next morning, he heard his parents whispering about food and money. It didn’t sound too good.

Katsuki gripped his back-pack straps before letting out a breath as he walked into the store. The older woman at the front greeted him with a smile. Usually he wasn’t affected by others, but seeing that lady’s smile tugged at his gut and made him feel funny. He was only here for one thing and he was grateful Deku decided to stay back for once. This would work better if he was alone and trying to appear at his usual cool self.

The frozen meat aisle was in the back of the store. Usually there were people here trying to catch deals for dinner, but Katsuki came after rush hour. No one was in the meat section.

Katsuki felt his palms start to sweat as he checked a third time for any witnesses.

None

The white walls taunted him as he began to wish for a shower.

He grabbed to biggest heaviest thing he saw. It looked like some sort of ground meat. It didn’t matter. He didn’t think the other would be too picky.

He stuffed it in his backpack and proceeded to walk to the candy aisle. He blindly grabbed for a candy bar and made his way to the cashier. The old lady smile at him again and Katsuki tried to give a smile of his own as he felt sweat gather at the nape of his neck.

He wasn’t going to get caught because no one would suspect him to steal something so random.

The sun was setting and Katsuki decided to rush home.

Deku was sitting in his room playing with some of his action figures. He had a slight frown on his face, but that changed when he saw the door open.

“Kacchan, you’re back!” Deku rushed over to him and gave him a big hug. Nothing surprising, but Katsuki still shoved the other away still.

“Shut up, you’re loud.” He dug in his bag. His sweaty fingers made instant contact with the cold packaged meat. “I got something for you.”

He pushed the cold package into Deku’s small pale hands.

He was rewarded with another smile.

Deku had many smiles that Katsuki had to deal with. Most were some strange variation of a shaky corners and wobbly lips. This smile was barely any different…expect it was. The corners of Deku’s mouth grew and spread. His full wobbling bottom lip stretched out until it became thin and wide. The more the smile grew the more the smile itself looked unnatural. Katsuki knew that Deku hid his open mouth often. This strained smile seemed to drive the point home as Katsuki watched as Deku’s smile grew and stretched to hide his teeth.

“Thank you so much, Kacchan!” Deku gave him another hug and a small peck on the cheek, which he wiped off quickly.

“Whatever.”

Deku was quick to turn around and hide by his bed to eat his food. Katsuki forced himself to stare, even when his heart began to race, and his head began to throb. There was some wet subtle sounds and heavy breathing. Katsuki wasn’t sure whose it was though.

It would be best to return his father’s butterfly knife.

Why was the sun so fucking bright?

Katsuki shielded his eyes and tried to push the stupid dog away. The damn mutt should know when he didn’t feel like receiving kisses.

It barked in his ears.

“Kacchan!” Deku was in front of him with the stupid smile again. The too big one, with shaky corners. It looked ugly as fuck, but Katsuki chose not to say that out loud. Instead he mentioned for Deku to come closer. The other came and sat on folded legs in front of him.

The sun was behind them for once.

Katsuki could see Deku’s eyes a lot better this way. Under fake lights, Deku’s eyes were just green. In the sun, Deku’s eyes turned pale and the black of his eyes would shrink. When the light shined into Deku’s eyes, the pupil got thin and long instead of small and round.

It was captivating.

Deku smiled more.

Katsuki reached out and touched the other’s face. Deku’s skin was slightly warm. Red eyes never left green.

Often, Deku would smile and his lips would wobble. It was as if his mouth was trying to keep a secret, but didn’t know how to.

The blond’s fingers thumbed and skated across Deku’s stretched bottom lip. It held firm at Katsuki’s pressing and probing. It was strange and Katsuki is honest when he admits to himself that he is curious.

He’s not afraid. He’s not afraid. He’s not afraid. He’s not afraid. He’s not afraid. He’s not afraid. He’s not afraid. He’s not afraid. He’s not afraid. He’s not afraid. He’s not afraid. He’s not afraid. He’s not afraid.

Not

Afraid

His thumb breaches Deku’s mouth and the other put up little resistance. His finger grazes again the gums he finds. His pointer finger skirts across the bottom gums before gliding across the top. There’s strange indentations…four indentations that he’s counted…two on the top and bottom. There’s also a…what feels like a seam in the middle that goes straight down. Katsuki feels the slight difference. It’s a slight dip. He goes back to one of the indentations. He presses into it. Its probably too hard because Katsuki watched as Deku’s eyes get bigger. Something sharp stabs his finger, but he’s not too worried about that because Deku opened his mouth.

What was a mystery for so long is now opened before Katsuki’s eyes.

…Its hard not to look.

Deku opens wider for him.

He sees the two rows of teeth in the front. All sharp and slightly crowded against each other.

A chill hits Katsuki.

Wide and Protruding

Its not the same.

Katsuki knows there’s more.

“Open.” Deku is watching him with his pale green eyes but does what he says anyway.

Katsuki’s hand hovers by Deku’s mouth as it opens further. The corners of his mouth separate into cracks. The gums become more visible. Pink slowly blends into black. Katsuki can clearly see the indentations. Something sharp slides out and bends forward. The seam that he felt earlier begins to separate. There’s some gap allowing the mouth to spread. Deku’s long tongue falls between the gap.

The tip is a pinkish color, but the rest is dark.

Red looks to find green.

He instead finds white with inflamed red edges.

This seems familiar.

Katsuki ignore the weird feeling in his gut as he presses forward and looks further down Deku’s mouth. Its wider than he thought it would be.

Katsuki starts to feel dizzy.

His hand brushes along the second row of teeth. There is a slight sting, but Katsuki ignores it. There’s extra wetness to Deku’s mouth and the darken tongue comes up to greet his hand. It’s a firm and slimy.

Gross

His eyes catch some of sharp protrusions in the back that go further down.

His wrist catches the point of the extended hooked tooth?

He feels his wrist get wet and Deku is quick to clean it up. Katsuki sees tears running down Deku’s face. The other retracts his mouth slowly.

Katsuki is too busy staring at the reversal of the process.

His hand is gently held between two normal lips. He can feel the teeth as Deku’s mouth is slightly slack. Deku’s green eyes have returned, but that didn’t stop the water workers. The more he pulls his hand out, the more Deku’s mouth closes around it. His tongue lapped at his fingers now, lightly sucking.

It’s a little embarrassing and very gross.

Katsuki decides to just pull his hand away.

There’s a sharp pain that shoots up his arm and pulls at his heart. His head starts to hurt, and he tries to control his breathing. His breath comes out in harsh pants. His fingers take on a slightly relaxed position as moving his index finger becomes out of the question.

The thought of moving his finger sends his heart into a frenzy.

Katsuki looks up and sees Deku swallowing something before licking up the smeared redness around his lips.

Taking a breath seems harder. Everything is coming out harder and faster.

The last thing he sees is Deku’s watery pale eyes with the slit like pupils.

“Katsuki!” His mother is hugging him. Her weight is on his chest and he can feel her tears. He’s lying on a hard ass bed and he hears more people in the room.

His dad is talking to someone.

His finger fucking hurts.

“I’m so sorry, honey.” The sweet tone is very foreign to his ears. “I should’ve been more watchful. You can never be too careful with animals, trained or not.” His mom went on and on about dogs and training and danger. It was all spilling out her mouth and Katsuki could barely keep up.

The doctor mention that he’ll still be able still used his quirk.

What the fuck?

“We had someone come in with a great healing quirk to help speed up the process. He should be completely fine within a week, but he might have some difficulty doing some of his normal day to day things. It will just be about learning to adapt. He’ll over come it.”

What the absolute fuck?

His mother was petting his hair when the doctor came over with a big smile that didn’t exactly soften their eyes.

“Hello, Bakugou-kun. How are you feeling?” He could hear fucking fine. Why did he have to talk so loud? His finger hurt, he wasn’t fucking deaf.

“Why the fuck am I here?” His mom didn’t get him for his language that time. She was too busy being mushy and crap. The doctor barely looked surprised by his fowl langue. His father didn’t look too bothered by it either.

“Cutting right to the point, I see. Well, Katsuki, it seems like you were out playing with Nakamura’s dog and they bit you.” He folded his hands behind his back. “Now, there is one good news, but I will tell you the bad news first. You might find yourself having a hard time doing simple day to day things. Its just a bit of inconvenience. You’ll have to work harder to strengthen the grip of your hand…once you heal completely, of course. The good news is that only the first joint of your index was…amputated. This will resort in a short finger, but like I said. You’ll be up and running in no time. Its just about adapting.”

The doctor went on and on. His mother would occasionally agree with the man, but Katsuki wasn’t listening to them.

He was too busy looking at his bandaged finger.

Kacchan?

Chapter 3 Notes:

Sorry, I got this out later than I thought.
The holidays are very busy.
Happy New Years and Thank you guys so much for your feedback and comments!

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He had to stay at the hospital for a few days. Something about the doctor wanting to watch him. It was boring as fuck, but at least his mom was usually by his side. When he father got off from work, he would visit him at the hospital too.

His mom looked more worried than angry these days.

She was on the phone a lot more too.

Deku was shockingly quiet. The little loser laid near the end of the bed, covering his feet above the covers. He didn’t say much. His mom didn’t notice him either. She did happen to make comments about the temperature. Its had gotten so bad that his mother ended up yelling at a nurse to “Turn the damn heat up!”

One of the funnier things to happen at the hospital - for his mom at least - was taking pictures of him in the hospital gown. Katsuki had no idea why they made him wear such a thing when it was just his finger that was injured.

His ass was out for fuck sake!

On the last day at the hospital, the doctor told him to go about all his activities like normal. “Nothing’s really changed, too much, Bakugou-kun. Just tackle everyday life like you usually do.” After that, he whispered something in h is mom’s ear.

Easier said than fucking done.

Katsuki quickly realized that missing a part of a finger made more of a difference than he was originally led to believe. It started with little things. He had a hard time picking up coins, playing video games was weird, catching a ball was stupid and fucking writing was…difficult. His handwriting slightly different. He grips the pencil too tight these days.

But the worst of them all was that he quirk had been affected too. His explosions were off…usually his blasts took the shape of his curved palm and fingers before blasting out into its wild destructive self. Now, his explosion were slightly off and some of the sparkles came back at him.

It was annoying.

He had a few burns on his arms and face now.

His mom covered him in band aids and told him to wrap his arms if he was going to use his quirk.

Her expression was really starting to annoy him.

Deku was starting to get better at video games. Katsuki would still beat him at every track in Mario Kart, but the blond still did things that pissed him off. He ran into the walls a few times during every race and he wasn’t as quick to respond sometimes.

Deku didn’t mention this.

The little munchkin had been awfully quiet these days. He looked at Katsuki with big shining eyes and gave a wobbly smile. He complained less about being hungry and would even help Katsuki massage his thickening scar.

It was weird.

Even weirder was the fact that Deku started becoming more active in his training sessions. Deku was a good target. He was surprisingly fast for something with twiggy legs.

Some things got easier, but others didn’t.

His mom told him to have patience, but that was something he was never good at.

School was different too.

Other students noticed the different length of his fingers easily. Most just stared, while others whispered behind his back. It was annoying, but he tried acting calm…like nothing was different. In some ways, life wasn’t much different. He was going to be the best. That was still going to happen and Deku was still following him. Most days he looked like a kicked puppy following Katsuki.

He didn’t bother to ask why.

One day, he was in class trying to write a paragraph about how his weekend went – writing for long periods of time was uncomfortable – when one of his old followers came up to him. Katsuki didn’t like the way this loser approached him with their smug smirk. Deku was sitting next to him…staring at the new comer with very focused eyes..

“Would you look at that? The all mighty Bakugou Katsuki really has a deformity.” The kid leaned in closer. “Couldn’t defend yourself from a stupid mutt with such a quirk? Guess its not that great after all.”

The kid had the nerve to walk back to his seat.

Katsuki sat there in his anger. His uneven grip threatened to snap the pencil. “Big fucking words from a fucking loser. Think I’m so weak that I can’t take on your ass?” His volume was getting louder and he didn’t give a damn about the teacher. “Fucking fight me, bitch, then die!” He was standing, and everyone was staring at him. “The fuck are you extras all staring at? You want to fight?” His hands were sparking. He was so fucking sick of these losers looking at him like this.

He was mother fucking Bakugou Katsuki! He was going to be greater than All Might. Couldn’t everyone see that?

“Bakugou! Calm down or get out!” The teacher usually didn’t have a spine when it came to discipline him. So Katsuki left. His red eyes stabbing daggers at his challenger.

He left the room with a trail of smoke behind him.

There were a few more hours until school was over and Katsuki didn’t feel like going home so he tucked himself against a tree. It wasn’t exactly hidden, but Katsuki knew that no other student would bother him here. He blocked the sun from his eyes as he stared at the pacing green haired dork. Deku was hovering around looking like he did something wrong.

Everyone around him was acting like such fucking idiots.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” The loser actually jumped. His eyes were wide and shiny and he dropped to his knees before Katsuki.

“Kacchan is upset. I want to make him feel better.” A thin pale hand grabbed his and began to massage his stub. Red eyes took in the light scars that covered the smaller boy’s hand. His eyelids felt heavy. “I make better…”

The sky was red and the ground was grey. Nothing looked as it was supposed to. The tree behind him didn’t even feel solid.

“Kacchan?”

There was that timid voice.

Deku was still in front of him with his big eyes. They still looked green with the normal black ball in the middle. His skin was paler than normal. His clothes seem to drown his form.

“I’ll make you feel better, Kacchan.”

The voice sounded a little deeper that time. Katsuki watched as Deku’s wet hands covered his.

Whatever it was that covered their hands dripped into the dark puddle beneath them. The tears that streamed down the other’s face stained the skin black.

Black…

Black coated their hands and legs. It was thick. It ran up Deku’s arms like wet paint.

“I’m sorry, Kacchan!” The other boy cried and wailed. The noise deafening to Katsuki’s ears. The blond tried to pull his hand away, but the black liquid covering their hands seemed to crawl its way up Katsuki’s arm.

He felt the liquid grip his neck and…

Nothing

There was nothing.

No trees, no sky, no colors…

The only thing in front of him was a Deku looking up at him with a wobbly smile and something being shakily presented in a nearly translucent hand. It was wrapped prettily in green paper. It was round.

Deku was staring him in his eyes.

“I make better, Kacchan!” The other gave Katsuki an even brighter smile before unwrapping the candy and shoving it in his mouth. Deku was quick to hold his hand. One of his fingers brushed against his short finger.

The candy was sickly sweet and had a strange texture. It was firm but had some give with enough force. Katsuki’s sharper teeth pierced it with ease. Deku looked so happy as he began to chew. The dork's face was twisted in a wide unsure tight-lipped smile. His left eye started to tear up and leak familiar dark liquid. He winced every now and then.

“See, I told Kacchan! I told Kacchan I’ll make better.” The voice out of Deku’s mouth didn’t match his age. “I’m sorr–”

Katsuki couldn’t hear anything anymore as bright light danced by his eyes and caused him to blink.

“There you are! I was beginning to worry you would sleep the day away.” His father’s voice filtered through his ears as he opened his eyes. The room was bright, and his back was on something soft again. His mom came into view and sat him up.

Her eyes were a little unreadable.

“We got a call from your teacher about you disrupting the class. They said you stormed out. Luckily, it wasn’t hard to find you. You were sleep, and I thought it was best to just carry you home. You slept for hours. Made your mother worry, you know?” He said the last bit with a soft laugh that died out rather quickly. “We told the school about what happened. They should be a little more understanding about...this.” His father held his hand and gave him a surer smile.

Katsuki listened to both his parents talk. He didn’t care about what happened at school.

Fucking losers thought that they could make fun of him!

What a fucking joke.

They’ll pay for that…

His mother ended up kissing him on the forehead – something she rarely does unless she’s extremely worried – while his dad ruffled his hair.

When both his parents were gone from his room, Katsuki couldn’t help but notice a tangy taste in his mouth.

He savored the favor for a bit. It tasted like he had been sucking on pennies...copper?

It tasted like blood…

Deku seemed awfully excited about something.

The little twerp bounced up and down on his bed, was more active in helping Katsuki train at the park – turns out Deku was a great at sparring too, and he was not complaining about his hunger.

It was little things.

After a few days of putting up with this his cheerful shit, Katsuki almost forgot how his handwriting looked little off and that doing certain things were a little difficult.

One-day Katsuki watched Deku abruptly turn to his bedroom door. He looked like some kind of fluffy haired dog that heard a squirrel outside. The dork didn’t offer any insight, so the blond went up to the damn door. He heard a few whispers here and there. It sounded like his mom.

Katsuki pressed his ear up against the door.

“I don’t know…do you think I should do it? I was told that that old bitch would pay for half since it was her damn mutt that did this. Uh? Oh, the doctor thinks it would be a good idea. In fact, he said if I don’t do this it would set the kid back in life.” There was a long pause. “Oh, you are just too sweet. I couldn’t do that to you. Masaru and I will handle this.” There was another paused and a sharp laugh. “Yes, if we need any help, we’ll be sure to tell you…I love you too. Bye.”

There was the loud beep of the house phone before he heard his mom sigh.

He didn’t understand that conversation until a few days later when his mom came in his room with “good news”.

“Hey, brat, put on our clothes. We’re going to start your appointments today.” Her smile was a little bit bigger today. Deku was sitting at his desk, staring at an open comic book he had. He seemed a little interested in what his mom had to say.

“What?”

“You,” she pointed at him. “Are going to start therapy today. Twice a week until the doctor sees improvement.”

It turns out that therapy was him going to see this random doctor lady twice a week. Sometimes it was just them in these sessions and other times she would take him to interact with other children that were missing pieces. The lady told him he was free to talk about whatever he wanted and Katsuki did. He complained about the extras at his school, the stupid worried looks that never seemed to leave his parent’s faces…what he didn’t talk about was the slight lack of control over his quirk, his dreams that he could never remember, the taste of blood in his mouth or Deku.

Katsuki didn’t think anyone was going to understand Deku.

What was his real name again?

Oh, that’s right…Midoriya Izuku…

“Bakugou-kun, is there something on your mind?”

Katsuki looked up from his practice worksheet. The lines in his writing weren’t as straight, but they looked a lot better than Deku’s chicken scratch. “Just thinking about how badass my handwriting looks compared to the losers at school.”

The doctor nodded. The first day they met, Katsuki told her that he didn’t like her writing down shit every time he talked. It pissed him off. She seemed to respect his wishes and ever since, Katsuki hasn’t seen her write down anything in front of him.

“Is everything OK at school?”

That was a popular question.

Katsuki never bothered to learn people’s names if they were beneath him, but the little fucker at school that thought he was hot shit was going to go down the next time he got in the blond’s face.

He told the therapist no.

What he should have told her was that things were great. The next day at school went at planned. He did his work. He ignored a few bitches gossiping about his “condition”. The teacher even congratulated him on his behavior. What was unusual was the fucking balls this nobody had.

Katsuki walked with his hands in his pockets and Deku annoyingly walked next to him with their arms linked when they went home nowadays; so, it pissed him off that he felt a gust of wind and a force pushing them, unknowingly, apart.

The little fucker stood before him with his speed quirk. He looked so damn proud of himself.

“You must have a fucking death wish.” One of his hands started sparking. The taste of blood in his mouth thickly coated his tongue.

“You just can’t stand it that you aren’t such hot shit anymore!” The kid pointed at him. “Everyone thinks you’re fucking weird because you talk to yourself. You think people care about your stupid quirk or your crippled hand?” He got closer. He was up in Katsuki’s face and the blond was ready to let the kid have it. He was lucky no one took this quiet route home. Katsuki didn’t have the patience to walk away.

“What the fuck you say to m– ”

“Kacchan is better.”

Normally, Katsuki would ignore any of Deku’s input…

…But…Deku wasn’t addressing him. His wide eyes were staring at the other boy.

The kids smirk wavered. He was clearly shocked by Deku’s presence. “This some kind of joke, Bakugou? Where the fuck you come from, pipsqueak?”

Katsuki was a little to curious about this exchange. He was going to just punch the bastard, but watching this play out seemed to hold his attention more. So Katsuki said nothing. He wondered what Deku looked like to the other quirk user. Did his eyes show the sharp pupils? Did his skin look pale enough to be translucent? Did the other notice Deku’s shadow? Did he look…off?

It felt like his tongue was swimming in blood.

“Hey, I asked a question!” He went to push Deku. The kid was fast, but Deku was faster. In a blink, Deku was behind this wannabe bully. His pale face was pressed against a neck while his hand covered the boy’s mouth.

The blond didn’t understand what prompted the other boy to start crying immediately. Did he know something?

Would Deku kill him?

Why did Katsuki’s heart speed up at the thought?

“Kacchan is way cooler than you.”

Red eyes watched on as Deku took a firm hold on the other’s cheek and brought his ear closer to that dangerous mouth. Deku whispered a few things, things Katsuki couldn’t hear, but from the looks of things the blond could guess they weren’t pleasant. The speedy kid began to shake. His hands clawed at Deku’s. Hell, the blond was sure he was beginning to see a dark spot spreading through the other’s pants.

Pathetic

Something thin and black made its way through his classmate’s ear.

He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to see that part.

After…whatever happened, the boy straightened up on his own. He wiped his tears away. Everything was done in these mechanical motions. After making himself as presentable as he could, the other boy stepped up to Katsuki again…and bowed.

“Forgive me, Bakugou-kun.”

It sounded artificial and Katsuki didn’t want to hear it. The taste in his mouth was making him dizzy. “Whatever.” He went on walking like nothing happened. Deku followed closely behind.

The next day at school the kid with the speed quirk didn’t challenge him that day or the next or the next or even after that.

He later told Deku that he didn’t need anyone fighting his fucking fights for him.

That made Deku quiet again but then again Katsuki wasn’t in the best moods lately either.

He didn’t tell his therapist about that strange day.

“Kacchan wants to be a hero, right?” Deku asked one day after devouring a few pounds of meat that Katsuki stole.

“That’s the idea, butt munch” The blond didn’t even look up from his dad’s laptop as he watched a few pro-heroes kick some ass on the streaming news. He told his mom he didn’t feel like going to school today. Luckily, she didn’t bitch too hard about him skipping. She did happen to give him one of those lectures about being yet another year older and how he should stop taking personal days from school. She told him that UA would look at more than just his quirk to accept him into their school.

“Absences show that you’re unreliable.”

Deku watched the video over his shoulder. Katsuki hated when the loser did that. There was something about having him at his back that put him on edge.

“Kacchan can be a hero now!” Deku offered him a small smile.

“No shit,” He began typing something into the search bar, skipping using his pointer finger all together because it had no reach. “Look, if you want to be a hero, you have to do these things first.” Of course, some of the shit that had to be done looked a little annoying. He just wanted to get bad guys. The internet said he needed to get a license and know the laws regarding quirks. He asked his dad about it once and that conversation was long and boring.

Deku looked like he didn’t understand anything Katsuki showed him, but his eyes did light up when Katsuki went on the UA’s web page.

They spent the rest of the day watching UA promos and YouTube videos featuring All Might.

New school year meant that more there were more Pro-heroes making their debut which also meant that there would be more villains popping up to show out.

Recently on the news, there was a partially hard villain to catch because of his quirk. Katsuki hadn’t gotten much time to read that article so he didn’t know what quirk could be giving the pro-heroes so much trouble.

His mom even gave him a text message on his new phone, telling him to be safe.

Katsuki doubted the villain was that strong.

All Might will handle it.

A loud spark burst from his hand. The backfire was basically non-existent from constant practice and some therapy. The doctor surprised him with a small prosthetic that wasn’t that great for helping him in his daily needs, but was great for balancing out his explosions. Nothing would replace the original, but this was good enough.

He made his way through a short tunnel before he heard a voice.

He didn’t hear anyway following him.

“You’ve got quite the quirk. Looks pretty strong.” Katsuki turned his head towards the voice.

Nothing was behind him.

“Sorry about this..." Droplets of something sticky fell on his shoulder. "...but I’m going to need your body.”

Sticky slime coated his shoes and hand. It crept up to arm and was slowly approaching his throat. A certain feeling was flashing through Katsuki's head. It made him uncomfortable and wea- "

Something in Katsuki snapped. The feeling felt so familiar, but he refused to be a victim!

He let his hands heat up and detonate. The first one was to try to get this thing off his back. The other one was to try and blow the substance away, yet the next one was created without a plan. He wasn’t thinking straight, and it was fucking embarrassing. He felt tears sting the corner of his eyes, but he refused to let them shed. The villain told him to give up, that this would be easy if he just stopped struggling.

All of this was bullshit.

He wasn’t going to deal with this feeling again. This stupid feeling of helplessness. He was strong and he wasn’t going to let this joke of a fucking slime villain get to him.

His lips were shut tight, but his nose was unguarded.

This villain played dirty.

There was that cooper taste in his mouth again.

Can I?

Please,

Kacchan

His right eye burned, and things were becoming blurry. The urge to vomit was strong. His mouth opened and instead of the slime going in, something came out.

Whatever came out must have hurt, because the slime villain ended up letting go of most of his body. It was enough to use his hands to blast the villain away from him.

“You got some fire in you, kid. I like that, but now isn't the time.” Katsuki was aware of Deku behind the mass of murky green. The damn loser was looking at him with this beaming smile and begging eyes. Katsuki didn’t need to hear it. He didn’t need to ask.

So, Katsuki stood up and fixed his prosthetic. “Go ahead.” Something more dangerous was looming in Deku. The villain must have put two and two together because he tried to make a dash to Katsuki.

It didn’t work.

Katsuki watched Deku’s mouth open.

His heart was racing at some distant memory, his finger tingles, and the taste of blood was faint.

Everything was quiet after a while. The place around them was a little scorched, but at least intact.

“Have no fear because I am HERE!” a booming voice and a strong gust of wind entered the tunnel. A few leaves whipped past him.

Standing before him, in regular street close was mother fucking All Might.

If his heart was racing before, it stopped at the sight of his favorite hero…in the flesh…right in front of him!

All Might seem to scan the area with his smile getting slightly smaller. “Did you do this, my boy?” He bent down to Bakugou’s level. Katsuki thought that All Might would make a great father. The younger blond wasn’t a stranger to his father checking him over for injuries in this way.

Katsuki nodded with a proud smirk. “There was some slime bastard around here. I…scared him off.” It wouldn’t do to tell his hero what actually happened.

All Might didn’t look too sure, but always kept smiling regardless. After being around Deku for so long, Katsuki thought All Might’s smile looked similar. Both of them were hiding something. All Might is a pro-hero…Number One hero at that, so it wouldn’t be too much for the smile to be slightly fake or at least grossly exaggerated.

“Well, if you are sure that you’re alright…could you point the direction the slime villain went?” Katsuki pointed behind him. Deku watched in silence.

“Thank you my bo–”

“Excuse me, All Might!” A tiny voice pulled both of their attention. Katsuki’s more than All Might’s. Katsuki hasn’t heard that voice from Deku before. It wasn’t whiny and held some confidence even it started out with a wobbly introduction. “Could you sign, Kacchan’s notebook!” Deku looked different as he bowed with Katsuki’s notebook in his hands.

Deku wasn’t so pale and he was wearing something that looked an awful lot like Katsuki’s school uniform.

“Of Course!” He took the notebook and marker from Deku. “What’s your name, my boy?”

Katsuki didn’t answer right away. He was too busy taking in Deku’s red eyes and spiky pale green hair.

“Kacchan?”

“Bakugou Katsuki.” He said.

All Might nodded and handed back his notebook. “You have such a sweet little brother. Be safe you two!” And just like that, All Might was gone.

Deku returned to his sickly-looking self with big green eyes and dark green hair.

“What the fuck was that, Deku?”

The other looked down. His loud sneakers were digging into the dirt. “I wanted Kacchan to have something from his hero.”

That stopped Katsuki. He wouldn’t ask All Might for his autograph. It seemed like something a little kid would do. He was excited about the signature that was in his notebook, but that didn’t mean that he needed Deku to speak for him…

…What the hell?

He’ll let this one slide.

Later that night, he told his mom about the slime villain and how he handled him with his badass quirk and his super cool autograph from the one and only All Might.

After talking with his parents, his adrenaline came down when he finally got to his room. Today had been very different, but there were a few things that did not sit well with Katsuki.

If there was one thing he hated it was to be weak and this fight proved yet again that he was weak.

He was weak and fucking Deku bailed him out again.

He didn’t need any help.

He shouldn’t need help when he was strong with an awesome quirk.

If All Might could do it, he could too.

Deku should have been begging him not to waste the fucking low life that dared to touch him, not begging to handle it for Katsuki.

He was in charge!

First the stupid fuck in the alley, then that wannabe bully and now fucking this!

Fuck this, he’ll prove that he could be better. He’ll kill those fucking villains. Katsuki rationally thought that if he didn’t do something than other people would get hurt. Heroes were supposed to be selfless, right? That was a selfless thing to do, putting people’s lives before your own?

For the really bad ones, Katsuki could just let Deku have them. They would be better dead than alive and having the chance of doing something bad again.

Katsuki hopped off his bed, jostling Deku in the process. He began looking through his closet.

There were a bunch of low profile heroes. He’ll just be one of those before he came out as a flashy pro hero.

As long as he left out after his parents were asleep, he should be fine with doing patrol.

“Kacchan?”

Katsuki turned to the frail looking boy buried in covers. “Shut up, Deku, were going into the city tonight. So, you’re going to have to be quiet and do exactly as I say.”

Deku gave him a big smile that stretched out his face too much and a determined look. Katsuki has no clue what the little booger has to be determined about, but as long as he knew his place as Katsuki’s sidekick then the blond didn’t care.

Chapter 4 Notes:

Thank you guys for all your comments and encouragement.
Sorry about the late update, life is busy and I think I'm starting to become addicted to playing Rainbow Six.
Its really late...or earlier depending on where you are and I am very sleepy so please excuse any errors. I'll fix them as I fix them.
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In hindsight, he should have known that making plans tend to lead things into disaster.

Deku seemed to be taking his sweet ass time with this.

Katsuki ignored the sounds behind him.

He instead, tired to focus on the loud blaring music and calming his shaking hands

Leaving the house had been easy. His parents were out like a light and it seemed like everyone in their neighborhood was either asleep or minding their own business. The only thing Katsuki thought they would have a problem with was transportation. Most adults would probably raise questions if they saw someone Katsuki’s age wondering around late at night.

So, he chose to hide himself with a thick black hoodie and dark pants, hell he even added an dark eye mask for his face. It was a lame ass idea.

The blond adjusted his hood for the fifth time since leaving his house.

Katsuki had hoped that his recent growth spurt would help make him appear older. No one said anything to him while he was on the train and everything was relatively quiet, surprisingly. Deku kept his attention on the passing scenery and tunnel light.

The cart was empty except for two or so people on the other end. One was a guy that was passed out and tucked into a corner while the other person, Katsuki could see, had their nose buried in a book. Red eyes stared ahead of him at the mass of curly green hair. Deku was lucky no one could see him. He was acting like a goddamn child. His hands and face were pressed against the glass. No doubt his eyes were probably big with some stupid wonderment. His little feet dangled from the edge of the seat.

They entered another tunnel.

Florence lights strobbed the blacked-out train. Katsuki stared ahead at Deku.

The green of the loser’s hair took on a different shade under the lights. Everything seemed to be bathed in different shades of orange and yellow. It switched their surroundings from light to dark…Katsuki kept staring.

Black

Deku

Black

Deku

Black

…

Black

…

Black

Light

Katsuki stared at the floor.

The train came to a stop. The doors opened, announcing their arrival and the little freak hopped down from his seat and bounced to the opened doors. Katsuki took his time. His mind not fully comprehending what he just saw.

“Where too, Kacchan!”

Green eyes were staring at him, but he ignored the question in favor of just grabbing Deku’s hand. The prosthetic was placed firmly on his finger just in case he used his quirk tonight.

“We’ll just walk around tonight.”

And that’s what they did. Most of the streets had a few colorful heroes patrolling the place so they didn’t see any real crimes in the more populated areas so Katsuki decided to take a detour. He dragged Deku by his thin wrist through the back streets and poorly lit areas. He received a few looks from men standing out by back doors of random establishments smoking. Katsuki kept his hood over his face, but at least the loser didn’t complain about how tightly he was holding his wrist.

There were a few women milling around with long coats and painted faces. Some had asked him if he was lost or if he needed to use a phone to call his parents. He told them he wasn’t and murmured that he had a phone under his breath.

They walked for a while.

Deku took the time to fill the silence with his little observations and neediness. Sometime during their walk, Deku had somehow managed to tangle their arms. It was a little too much, but whatever it took to keep the little shit from getting side tracked.

Every turn started to look the same. Some building had different shapes, and some had people around them, but in the dark of the night…everything was the fucking same. Deku didn’t mention it and Katsuki didn’t want to admit it, but he was slowly starting to lose his patience as his legs grew tired. There was nothing exciting happening. He thought that, maybe, there would be some cool bad guys to take out and show off for any pro-heroes that came to the scene.

Instead, all Katsuki got was a bunch of stares from random men and women.

“Looks like you’re lost, buddy.” A dull raspy voice called their way.

Katsuki was quick to whip his head towards the voice. One hand held Deku’s while the other was starting to flash.

All that was there was a thin girl with ugly pink hair in a choppy haircut. She had on colorful make-up, but it just reminded Katsuki of a clown. The blond was also not a stranger to bruises, so he had no idea who she was supposed to fool. She was propped up against the wall with too red lips wrapped around a cigarette. Her outfit looked a little too short around the legs and did little for her arms.

“Don’t fucking call me that.” He wasn’t sure if she was a threat or not.

“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want. Now, you two lost or what?” Mystery girl stomped out her cigarette with her painfully looking shoes. Besides the raspy voice, she seemed young. Definitely younger than his mom, yet seem to act just like her.

Wait…two?

Katsuki looked at slight boy next to him.

Deku was staring right back at him…waiting on an answer.

“I’m not lost.” He told her. His eyes taking in Deku’s normal appearance.

No red eyes staring at him.

No slit like pupils or the lack of thereof.

Not even a fucking tear.

“You can’t stay here…it gets dangerous at night.” She wrapped her arms around herself. “But, I wouldn’t feel right leaving you. I saw you walking around in circles.” She gave Deku a small smile. “Your friend seems shy.”

Katsuki ignored her as he thought about their situation. Had Deku been visible the whole time they were walking? It didn’t feel that way…

“You there?” The girl had, at some point, grabbed his wrist.

Behind her, something shifted closer to her head. It was fluid and it took a more define shape. The shadow took on a sharp appearance. Katsuki stared at it. It stood posed…waiting and yet this girl remained blissfully unware.

The blond was quick to snatch his hand away. The hand that held Deku’s tightened. “He’s fine…we’re fine.” He said this catching emerald green eyes.

The thing behind the girl’s head disappeared.

“Well, I have snack–”

The backdoor opened. Katsuki could hear the blaring music inside and maybe a flashing of vibrate colors. It was jarring. Deku didn’t seem too pleased with the new comer, that thankfully didn’t see them. He was kind of tired of dealing with randoms tonight.

“Sakura, get your ass back inside!” A significantly bigger hand grabbed at mystery girl’s arm. Her eyes had a fleeting moment of terror. She froze…all her spunk from before was lost as she stared more. Katsuki decided he didn’t like that look. It was stupid. Why the hell should you look so scared? Why not fight back? Why freeze up?

The more Katsuki thought about it, the angrier he got.

Who was this asshole?

There wasn’t much said after that. ‘Sakura’ was dragged by her arm back into the building. She gave Katsuki and Deku one quick glance before accepting her fate.

The door closed with a loud bang on the rusting metal hinges and it pissed him off so much that he fired an explosion at the cement wall. There wasn’t much smoke, but it gave Katsuki some relief as he paced back and forth. He ignored Deku for now, the other’s hand fell limp at his side.

Katsuki was taught manners by his parents growing up. He didn’t feel the need to practice it for a bunch of lames or people that didn’t need it. He treated everyone the same and that sounded right in his mind.

It was fair.

His mom taught him to never mistreat a girl and to only fight her if she was a worthy opponent inside the ring or field.

The chick with the bad hair cut looked too thin to do much…

Heroes helped people…

Usually the videos he watched online were heroes stopping pursue snatchers, evil villains, and everything was so clear that it could be in some cartoon.

He didn’t know this woman, she didn’t look threatening…but…

Why so sad little boy? Did your friend hurt your feelings?

Don’t they all seem like they want to be helpful?

Should he help this stranger?

The hand on her arm flashed behind his closed eyes and he pulled at his hair. A low growl spilled from his clenched teeth.

What the fuck was he even doing?

Katsuki ignored Deku’s strangely attentive eyes following his pacing pattern.

“Fuck it.” He grabbed the other’s hand and stalked to the door.

It was locked, but Katsuki didn’t seemed bothered by it. He rarely asked anything of Deku, so he wasn’t sure how the other will react, but he guessed it was worth a shot.

As long as he acts like he’s in control…then he is.

I’m in control

Red met Green

I’m in control

Deku seemed to have a smaller smile. One that hid thoughts and showed some amusement.

Katsuki wasn’t amused.

I’m in control

“Open this fucking door.”

Deku didn’t protest. His smile was gone and replaced with something that looked a little bored. Katsuki didn’t watch to see how it was done. Red eyes stayed on green.

Compelled to not look.

The door opened.

Katsuki slipped in with Deku’s arm linked with his. Blaring music greeted him again and the funky lights bathed everything in shades or pinks, purples, blues, and reds. The bass rattled at his rib cage. It was hard to take in everything. Katsuki will admit that he was young and there were certain things he didn’t know about, but he had convinced himself that it must be unimportant if he didn’t know it by now.

There were people holding drinks, lounging in chairs, dancing and talking everywhere.

There were a few bigger men that didn’t look to be having any fun as they were slowly prowling the area. Katsuki stood clear of those guys as he tried to look less obvious…less kiddish. He wasn’t one to try to blend into his surroundings, but he needed to find this damn girl.

There were a few people walking around that were dressed similarly to Sakura. Most would walk up to the people sitting, some would walk away with a person or three before going through this door off to the side. Katsuki followed his gut and followed those people.

His hands were sweaty, and he was grateful he wasn’t holding Deku’s hand.

Katsuki wasn’t sure if it was him or if the bass that was making him feel like his heart was trying to escape his chest.

The weird lighting made some areas darker than others and Katsuki took full advantage of it. He practiced what he saw in spy movies and shooting video games. It worked for the most part. Those that did see him acted like they could care less that he was there.

Deku was compliant, but he didn’t look like his usual nervous self. He stayed low because Katsuki was staying low, but Katsuki was sure something was up.

They made it to the closed doors, and down the stairs. The halls were bathed in royal blue with a blaring red neon ‘Exit’ sign down the way. The bass dulled, and the music muffled as they made their way through a few areas that were closed off by thick draping curtains.

Katsuki didn’t hear much so he went further.

Or at least he thought…

There were some sounds that made its way to his ears.

Some were soft calls… groans…moans…whining?

There were a few people in curved booths. Their bodies tangled and moving. Some watched others, while a few pressed their faces to the table before coming up and rubbing their noses.

Everyone was a fucking mess.

There was a person heading towards Katsuki’s spot and he took a gamble before diving into a curtained area where he heard no noise. The lighting wasn’t any better here, but now that Katsuki was in the room he did hear a faint rhythmic creaking.

He didn’t bother to look, instead he kept his eyes and ears open to any roaming guards and the too aware fuckers.

Deku on the other hand watched everything with big eyes. Katsuki barely registered that Deku’s look was not just of curiosity.

Katsuki roamed with his sweaty hands ready and Deku tight by his side as he peaked in many rooms and closed off areas. He did happen to peak though a keyhole the moment a loud slap sounded. A rough voice rumbled off nonsense that Katsuki couldn’t really hear, but Katsuki did hear the name Sakura from the man. He couldn’t see much, but was sure this was the room he wanted.

There was a few more words exchanged before footsteps were coming towards them again. Katsuki tugged Deku towards a dark corner before waiting for this asshole to come out.

The door opened with slam and heavy footsteps were heading the opposite direction of Deku’s and Katsuki’s position. Katsuki took this opportunity to rush into the room, his mind running into overdrive as he didn’t bother to check to see if Deku had slipped in with him. This room was brighter with normal fluorescent lights. They were in an office with a stereotypical desk, file cabinet, security cameras and such. Sakura sat on the desk with her feet slightly dangling.

Katsuki could see that there was a new darkening ring around her neck and the side of her face was puffy. Her cloths were in a disarray, but she didn’t seem to care.

Katsuki was great at many things, but he was terrible at comforting people. That was in his father’s genes and Katsuki was mostly a clone of his mother.

“Sakura’s a shitty name.” It was all that he could come up with.

The girl gave a dry laugh. “Yeah, guys aren’t that creative.” She looked at him and Katsuki felt himself getting mad again. Why did she have to look so damn pitiful? “What the fuck are you doing? Trying to play hero?” She had some bite in her voice again. “Don’t you know that it’s very dangerous here, especially for a kid.” She hopped off the desk and wondered over to him.

Katsuki didn’t let his guard down and she caught that.

She was giggling again.

“You don’t even trust strangers! Why did you come in here?” Her voice was raising. Her eyes were becoming glassy and her lip trembled, strange how in this moment Katsuki thought about how different she looked from Deku.

She was breaking down. It had started slowly, but she was quickly falling.

She looked around, her eyes becoming frantic. “Where’s your friend? Did he come in here with you?” She went on and on about their safety and how she didn’t want that man finding them. Tears were freely spilling from her eyes as she rushed back over to the desk to search the different camera feeds. Her fingers clicked away and Katsuki watched each screen flicker to the next.

“Why don’t you use your quirk?” Katsuki asked. He didn’t understand this frantic nature.

Fight this damn bastard…

Kill him…

“I don’t have one.” She said this in a low tone, but it tried to regain its edge. “Listen, Kid, – please – you have to go. He’s…he’s a monster. He doesn’t care how old you are, he’ll take what he wants.”

“I don’t give a fuck.” Katsuki said, his palms creating heat. She just stared at him. Her face full of wonder and near hysteria. She paced the room some more as if she couldn’t understand his words. What was so complicated about his train of thought?

She approached him again with a strange look in her eyes. There was some blood tickling from her nose, but she didn’t seem to care. Instead, she stared him in his eyes as she took hold of his shoulders and began to shake. “You are just a kid! What the fuck is wrong with you!” Katsuki’s body went with the motions. He didn’t remove her hands. His eyes stayed on hers as she when on about how irrational he was being. As seconds passed, her grip on his shoulders began to tighten.

Sharp green eyes flashed in Katsuki’s mind, the pupils thin and predatory.

Sakura backed away from him as if she had been burned from the blond’s quirk. Her eyes were still wild as she stared at her hands. She inspected them as if they weren’t her own. Her eyes cried freely when she whipped her head up to him. Shoulders shaking with the force of her sobs, she bowed her head.

Katsuki thought he heard chanting.

I’m Sorry. I’m Sorry. I’m Sorry. I'm Sorry. I'm Sorry. I'm Sorry. I'm Sorry. I'm Sorry. I'm Sorry. Gomen nasai. Gomen nasai. Gomen nasai. Gomen nasai. Gomen nasaiGomen nasai. Gomen nasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasai gomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasainasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasainasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasainasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasainasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasaigomennasai...

Each word blending into the other to the point that Katsuki wasn’t sure what she was murmuring. She was stuck in a trance and Katsuki wasn’t sure what caused it. The blood still dripped from her nose onto her bare knees. She was folding into her self as if she gave up fighting a long time ago.

There was a click behind him.

The door had shut…

But when had it opened?

Before Katsuki could fire up his flammable sweat, a large hand caught his neck before slamming his body down to the floor. The air was immediately pushed from his lungs and his back began to ache. His hands were quick to grip the meaty fingers that encircled his neck. Everything seemed to end at his throat as he couldn’t breathe.

He thrashed, but all his struggling was met with laughter.

There was a gasp from behind them before the lights went out.

This asshole didn’t seem bothered in the slightest that the only source of light was from the damn security cameras. Katsuki wasn’t sure why most of them were out.

“You got some nerve boy. Did you think you were going to be some hero?” The man didn’t tighten his grip, but he did reintroduce Katsuki’s back to the hard floor again. Surprisingly there was more air that escaped his lungs.

His struggle was getting weaker as time ticked against him.

Who was this asshole?

Who the fuck did he think he was?

Katsuki dug his nails in the surprisingly hard flesh. It was like tough leather.

The man gave him a smile. “Try all you want, but you ain’t gonna get nowhere with that.” This asshole continued to talk, but Katsuki’s mind was started to drift a bit. His eyes were still on the man above him, his mind also registered the pain and light headiness that came from all of this. Hell, he was even aware of those sharp emerald eyes that stared at him from beside the man’s shoulder.

Deku stood right next to this man with an unreadable expression.

He felt colder, but he was heated.

Don’t you fucking dare!

Don’t you dare try to fucking save me!

Katsuki was so tired of this shit. He didn’t need to be saved. He didn’t need whatever it was that Deku was offering. He could fucking do this because he was Bakugou fucking Katsuki! He was going to be greater than All Might. That meant that he was going to be stronger than everyone else. He wasn’t fucking weak!

Instead, Deku’s eyes seemed to mock him.

Katsuki saw red, his mouth began to feel strange, he could taste copper on his tongue as he stretched…reached with his sweaty palms. His wet hands made contact with this man’s face. He couldn’t punch, he couldn’t even scratch, but what he did do was smear his sweat over the man’s eyes and face. The asshole must have thought Katsuki’s struggle amusing as he tightened his grip.

“You’re cute, you can’t even defend yourself. You thought you could just come into my establishment and try to play hero? I’ll let you in on a little secret.” He leaned in closer. Katsuki’s body was pressed…trapped beneath his. “If fucking pro-heroes couldn’t take my place down, what makes you think you could? That pink haired bitch over there? I own her, just like I own everything that steps into my place. What makes you any different?”

Deku was still watching Katsuki, but with rapid attention. Those eyes were big and excited for something and Katsuki was starting to wonder how Deku knew.

He couldn’t speak, but he tried to give what he thought was a badass smirk before his hands started to itch and warm. The flash of heat was severe when Katsuki had very sweaty hands. His hands only that only practiced on Deku and trees…never people.

He couldn’t describe the joy he had at seeing his quirk make something so magnificent, nor could he describe the dread in realizing that the man that held his neck was…

A headless body wasn’t as funny in real life as it was in cheesy action films. The hand around his neck didn’t let go, the body just spasmed as the smell of charred flesh burned Katsuki’s nose. There was some wetness on Katsuki’s face, but he tried not to think about it when he pried those thick fingers away with shaky hands.

As soon as he was free, Deku crawled towards him singing praise and adoration.

Katsuki ignored the firm tongue that seemed to curl around his face in order to clean it. His eyes strayed to the pink haired girl in the corner. Her eyes wide with shock.

Katsuki wondered for a second if she was alive or not.

Chapter 5 Notes:

I feel really bad, its been almost 3 months, but life happens.
How does it happen?
I got a job, so that drawing tablet I've been eyeing gets to become a reality soon but that also means my commute tires me out way too much so writing gets a little hard.
Thank you all for your reviews! They make me so happy!
Please enjoy and I'll hopefully see you guys a lot sooner.

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Katsuki didn’t remember how he left. It seemed like his mind was floating around other details he would have never cared about. He was too conscious of his shaking hands, of his wet cheeks, of the screaming… there was lot of screaming.

He remembered sitting…watching as this thin pink haired girl stood up. Her face was wet from tears, her make-up was running, and her hair was a mess from when she tried to pull it out. She reminded Katsuki of a doe as she slowly crept to the body with shaky legs. The image did last long as the screaming started.

Angry screaming, shrieking, cussing…everything

Sakura made all those noises as she repeatedly kicked the body of this dead man. The body was too heavy, so it didn’t jolt around too much. The few cuts that were on the body started to show blood through the suit. She didn’t seem to care that the man was dead. She just kept up her noise. Maybe she was saying actual words, but Katsuki didn’t care. He tried flexing his hands to get them to stop. His heart felt like it was thumping to the sound of the heavy bass outside.

A hand brushed through his hair and he felt lips ghost around his ear.

It’s okay, Kacchan.

The hand was gone.

And Katsuki was starting to miss it.

After his hands stopped shaking, he realized that the bass was gone, and his heart no longer felt like it was beating out of his chest.

“Let’s go, Kacchan.” Deku’s voice sounded a little different, but that must be his imagination. Ruby eyes looked up at the familiar voice. Stupid Deku was just standing there looking all sure of himself. His body was straight as he stood tall. His cat like eyes looked a little too pleased for Katsuki’s taste. The blond would even say that Deku looked a little proud of himself. There was a little smudge on the corner of his mouth. It was dark, but Katsuki knew what it was. Katsuki stared at the spot.

He seemed to have forgotten what he was going to say to Deku.

“What about her?” He found his voice after realizing that Deku was closer to him. Sakura laid behind Deku on the ground. Her face no longer scrunched up in distress. She appeared to be asleep. Her boss was nowhere to be seen, but Katsuki had an idea of what had happened to him.

Unnaturally bright eyes stared at his for a minute. The only thing Deku came up with was a shrug.

A fucking shrug…

“What about her?” He looked behind him. “What do you want to happen?”

“Nothing.” Katsuki meant it too. He wanted nothing to happen to this girl. What would be the point of all this if something were to happen to her. Something dropped in Katsuki’s stomach as he realized that perhaps she would be the only one if the silence outside was anything to go by.

Deku only nodded. There was a small smile on his lips. He turned around to face Sakura. He lifted her up slightly. Katsuki once again witnessed the strange workings of Deku. Something thin and small transferred out of Deku’s mouth and into Sakura’s ear.

Once he was done, the smug fucker slowly made his way back to Katsuki’s side. His gait was slow with long steps.

He looked slightly older to Katsuki.

“Can we go now, Kacchan?”

As soon as Katsuki said ‘yes’, his world went black.

“I know I’m getting a bit a head of myself, but Mt. Lady what do you think of the new dress code that heroes have to follow?”

~Giggles.

“Well, Ms. Takahada, I understand why its in place. I think it’s a shame that heroes should have to censor them–”

The tv blared noisily on some shitty morning talk show. Katsuki felt his head throbbing as he took in the dark room. The sun was trying to peak through his heavy curtains, but there was no such luck. His tv was left on a boring channel and it was making his headache worse. He quickly found the remove and slammed his thumb on the ‘mute’ button. His mom wasn’t to fond of him turning off the tv by throwing the remote through it.

The clock next to his bed read 11:20. The numbers haunted him. His mind slow and groggy as he tried to figure out what was wrong. The dull pain turned into a sharp ache that dashed across his forehead and through his eyes. He couldn’t take staring at his clock anymore. He also couldn’t seem to figure out why the time was bothering him so much.

Something was wrong?

What was missing?

Katsuki made it out his room with one hand trying to massage the pain away. He lazily made his way to the fridge and went straight for the half empty thing of orange juice. He didn’t hear his mom, so he drank straight from the carton. He killed it within seconds and crushed the container.

He was still thirsty and maybe a little hungry…

Where the fuck was Deku?

Red blocky numbers flashed in Katsuki’s mind before he was searching his damn kitchen was the current time. The clock on his stove flashed 11:25 at him. It was 11:25…he slept in.

He…slept…in?

He was a sleep…

The blond tried to walk down the hall to the master bedroom. He tried very hard to keep from stomping down the hall…from rushing down the hall.

The house sounded just as empty as his stomach felt. His parents were not in the room when he opened their door. Their bed was neatly made and there was a faint scent of mingling perfume and cologne in the air. A smell that Katsuki associated with his parents preparing to leave for work or perhaps getting ready for their “parents’ night out”.

“Old Hag!” Katsuki called. “What about you, dad?” He walked down the hall again. “Mom? Anyone? Deku?” No one answered back. Katsuki wondered if he even wanted someone to. How was he going to explain why he was home? His school was going to call his parents…fuck the school.

His head was still hurting, and all this thinking wasn’t helping him. Katsuki popped a seat on his living room couch while holding his head. He ignored the growling on his stomach to calm his head. He was missing something.

Time seemed to pass without him knowing. The light from the window slowly crawled away from him.

“Kacchan?” Sure hands were wrapping around his shoulders, bringing him in close to a slightly firmer chest. Deku was trying to cradle him and Katsuki let him. The pain behind his eyes was more irritating than painful and having Deku there was making him feel better.

“What is it, loser?” He groused from the other’s hoodie. His face was firmly planted into the soft clothes. The pressure felt good against his forehead and his stomach pains were calming down too. He could care less about ruining the other’s shirt as he his mouth went lax and his shoulders dropped. His arms curled around Deku’s waist. Deku was a little thicker than he remembered, but the added weight made this position more comfortable.

Katsuki heard something like a giggle. “Nothing…I…I’m just so happy, Kacchan!” Katsuki felt Deku ‘s arms wrap around him.

It was the final straw before his body completely relaxed before drifting away again.

Katsuki was never one to rely on anyone. He did things by himself and he saw nothing wrong with that. No one in his class seem to be on his level. So many people would just follow him without a single thought. Those that couldn’t think for themselves didn’t deserve to think at all, so he’ll gladly boss them around. There were others that chose to challenge him, but they always lost. They didn’t have the strength to beat him.

These were the reasons Katsuki acted the way he did.

There weren’t many people that didn’t fall into those categories.

Except Izuku…crybaby Deku was very much a one of a kind. He followed Katsuki, did everything Katsuki asked of him and even praised him on the near constant bases…but…Katsuki wasn’t sure what he saw when he looked into Deku’s eyes.

They were big and emotional, but there was something there. Something that held Katsuki’s attention and he cursed Deku for it.

Katsuki watched from where he was in the middle of their makeshift field. The others ran around him to try to kick the ball. Some had the advantage with their quirks. Some were able to kick the ball faster or further.

Some didn’t…

Deku stood on the sidelines, yet again. He looked a little hopeful when the ball would come a little towards him, but his wobbly smile would fall every time some extra kicked the ball back into bound. Deku should know he looked so damn pathetic standing there…practically hiding behind a tree, twiddling his damn fingers.

The ball came Katsuki’s way this time, he dazzled his audience by kicking it further than anyone expected. Katsuki even impressed himself with how far it went. Most were too stunned to do much else than marvel at how far it went. A few others got the right mind and ran for the goal. Katsuki decided to go after the ball. He spotted the perky expression on Deku’s face before he watched the little snot disappear into the trees to retrieve the ball.

Always so damn helpful…

Always so quick not to give a shit….

Katsuki struggled to think of a time where Deku told him no.

He couldn’t think of one.

Red eyes quickly looked left and right before going into the trees as well.

It was always very easy to lose Deku. Katsuki thought it was annoying, but also kind of cute that Deku could get distracted easily. Usually this wasn’t a problem because the little shit had a terrible habit of sticking to Katsuki’s side. At the mall, the other boy’s eyes would get so big and green every time they walked passed the comic book shop or any collector’s shop. It wouldn’t take long for Katsuki to realize that the nerd ditched him to look at dusty books.

Or that time when they were walking home from school and Deku just had to stop and say “hi” to that old hag’s dog. He brought treats when he could. Katsuki humored him when they played with the dog. Katsuki would throw the stick, the dog would run to get it, Deku would giggle and give it praise for being such a “good boy”.

Sometimes it felt like the only time he held Deku’s complete attention was if he was doing something or if they were alone together.

Why did he single himself out, again?

There was some movement ahead of him. Katsuki had a hard time telling the green of the leaves and the green of Deku’s hair apart so he didn’t dwell too much on what was a head of him. He let his hands heat up before rocketing forward with the idea to tackle the nerd.

He’s out of the shrubbery with a few scratches from the branches…nothing serious. The only serious thing was that this fucking nerd was no where to be found. He was at the pond and he didn’t see Deku or the damn ball.

The dirt fled from him when he kicked his shoes up.

The pond wasn’t exactly clear, but Katsuki saw his reflection. He could make out the blond of his hair in the slightly murky water. His eyes appeared slightly different. They were a vibrant red, his mom was always quick to remind him that such a trait came from herself, but in the pond, they looked darker…still red, but defiantly darker. Katsuki wasn’t sure if it was because the pond had ripples in it or maybe it was the sun, but one of his eyes looks slightly different. The color was off and his pupil was like that of a cat. The pupils were sharp and pointed. The murkiness of the water made his skin paler. His mother boated that because of her quirk, Katsuki would age exceptionally well with perfect skin and hair. So it was kind of shocking to see prominent dark circles under his eyes.

Before Katsuki could even touch the bag under his eyes, a head of wild green curls popped up and over his shoulders with a familiar ball held in their hands.

“I found it, Kacchan!”

Katsuki ignored the comment to look at Deku’s reflection over his shoulder. The nerd looked as happy as one could be with that stupid wobbly smile, stupid big eyes, and dumb peppering freckled face. Deku looked normal compared to Katsuki.

Well, at least at first.

Deku was staring at Katsuki via his reflection. The nerd’s smile got bigger and he leaned closer on Katsuki’s shoulder. The blond could feel the other’s warm breath by his ear. Katsuki took in the slight glow those green eyes emitted.

I think Kacchan’s eyes are pretty

Katsuki woke up with a gasp. His skin was wet with sweat and the room smelt like a sweet mix of burnt sugar and smoke.

His headache was gone, but his stomach still burned.

He was still on the couch; his parents were in the kitchen. His father was the one at the stove while his mom sat on the counter, watching him. Their voices were hushed whispers going back and forth. His father had too much bass in his voice to make out what he was saying, but he could hear his mother very well. She was never good at whispering.

“Did you get a call from his school today?”

“…”

“Well, I did. They told me the little booger was spacing out again today. Wouldn’t answer anyone and kept to himself.”

“…”

“Don’t tell me to fucking calm down! You must have notice, right?”

“…”

Katsuki didn’t want to hear this shit. He stumbled off the couch, making as much noise as he could, before practically crawling to his room.

Deku was already under the covers, the little turd.

Katsuki climbed into his bed. He wasn’t shy about pushing Deku to the edge or hogging the cover. If he focused hard enough he could still hear his parents talking.

Deku was acting strange again. He was hovering over Katsuki most days.

It usually didn’t bother the blond, but he felt like the freak was hiding something. He looked so amused when Katsuki would spend time with his parents by watching the news or when Katsuki would get frustrated when nothing in the house seemed to satisfy him.

Something was calling to Katsuki, but he didn’t know what, but Deku fucking knew.

Deku,

who seemed to be slightly taller now…

who seemed to stand next to Katsuki rather than behind…

who has not mentioned once in the past week that they were hungry…

“Kacchan?”

Katsuki looked over to Deku. They were walking through the city after Katsuki’s therapy session. The streets were crowded, but no one paid Katsuki mind as they gave him and Deku space.

“Let’s go to the park?” Deku knew better than to outright tell Katsuki do to something.

Katsuki was indifferent to the whole thing. He told his parents to not worry about picking him up. If he needed a ride he’ll call them later.

The parks might be crowded around this time, so Katsuki didn’t think they were going to go to the park. The blond’s legs led them further away from people. It was hard to think with so much noise. He thought about their options.

They could go to the mall, but they also didn’t have any cash at the moment. Even if they didn’t spend anything at the mall, Katsuki didn’t believe in going if he was broke.

Maybe he should call his parents.

A person stepped in front of Katsuki.

What the fuck?

There was a girl in front of him, taller and definitely older. She had frizzy faded pink hair stuffed under a baseball cap, a jacket that was two sizes too big for her narrow shoulders and baggy black cargo shorts. She glared at Katsuki with her hazel eyes. The cigarette poking from her chapped lips almost made her look intimidating.

“Can I fucking help you?”

She blew smoke in his face. “Watch that damn mouth.” She had this look in her eyes like she knew Katsuki. She had the same look in her eyes that his mom had after he did something she was proud of. “You don’t remember me, kid?”

“Who the fuck are you calling a kid?”

The girl raised a blonde eyebrow at him. She seemed to be weighing her options before she took a hold of his wrist and dragged him into one of the stores. “Act like you’re shopping.” She whispered.

She started to go through the rack and risked a glance at the bored cashier scrolling through their phone. There were a few people milling around in the back of the store, so Katsuki decided to play along. He lazily pushed clothes to the side while staring at the girl next to him. Deku didn’t seem alarmed or hostile to this person. They either weren’t a threat or Deku was being a dumbass.

She smiled at Deku for a brief moment – that caused Katsuki to be on guard - before her eyes slid to his red ones.

“So, you really have no clue?” She took a shirt off the rack and held it up to Katsuki. It was a red shirt that had “PLUS ULTRA!” in big blocky yellow letters.

“Are you going to tell me or just fuck around all day?” he walked passed her. They were in the women’s section.

“Such a damn firecracker.” Her face dropped some and she looked a little bit older…a little bit more tired. She followed him and started looking at the men’s clothes. She looked like she couldn’t be bothered to give a damn. She picked up a random outfit before dragging him to the changing room. They were both in the tiny room with Deku pressed against Katsuki.

“You are stupid…incredibly stupid…so stupid that I thought I was going to lose my mind thinking that I somehow brought you, a kid, to your own funeral.” It was dark in the cramped room, but Katsuki could make out the glassiness of her eyes the more she spoke. “Not many people walk away from Reza…at least not until he’s used you for all your worth.” She puts her hands on Katsuki’s shoulders.

He could feel the weight of her words more than the hands on him.

But…

“You got ten seconds to explain before I’m blasting your fucking hands off.”

It took longer than ten seconds.

This girl…Sakura…took him across town. She didn’t touch him again, she kept her distance. They walked through a few alleys. There were some people moving about. Most of them kept their heads low and Katsuki didn’t question it. Deku seemed a lot less interested in going to a new place. He looked a little…bored?

Katsuki took in how those large and normally curious eyes were lazily looking around. He was quiet with no real expression. It put Katsuki on edge the more they walked around. His hands were sweating. He itched to take something and just detonate. There was a pinch inside his fist from where his nails were biting into his skin.

He squeezed harder.

Katsuki couldn’t breathe.

His hands were around his throat…

Katsuki raked his fingers down to chase the feeling away.

He clawed at the hand around his throat…

He couldn’t breathe.

“Kacchan?”

Sharp green eyes stared at him.

Expecting…eager…ravenous…

Do it

The look was accompanied by a smell. It was so sharp, and it burned his nose as much as it burned the tips of his fingers. His skin flashed too hot before becoming way too cold.

“Kid?”

Katsuki’s eyes stung. He was quick to stomp the jolt in his stomach, of the tight chest and the aches that seem to come with this stinging. The pain that came from his sharpest tooth tearing into his lip was enough to forget the pain radiating from his chest to his eyes.

Sakura was in front of him. She looked concerned, but also a little lost. Deku was pressed against his side, nuzzling his neck. His arms were wrapped around the blond’s waist. Deku’s body was steady when Katsuki decided to lean in – just a little bit.

Red eyes stared…burned into hazel one.

“Am I –”

“He’s trash.” Sakura quickly interrupted him. Her words began to spill out her mouth. “He’s trash and he deserved it. I hope he felt every second of it. I hope it felt like an eternity to him. I’m happy. I’m so fucking happy! Thank you!” Her eyes were just as bad as Deku’s. “You’re just a kid, but you…You didn’t have to do what you did. Most people ignore people like me. Katsuki, I know I’m just a stranger to you. Just some random working girl, but I am willing to help you in whatever you need. I don’t have much and what I have to offer may not be that great, but if you ever need a place to just get away – don’t look at me like that! You were the one walking around the red light district late at night – I have a place.”

She rambled on a bit more about how shitty her apartment was and how she sounded like an absolute creep, but Katsuki didn’t mind. If she turned out to be untrustworthy, then he could…

She was too fucking frail to actually harm him. So, it didn’t matter.

When he got back home, the sky was blending from oranges and pinks to blues and darker blues. His mom was waiting for him in the living room. A book was sliding out her hand and her mouth was slightly open. Katsuki took the time to dog ear the page she was on and put the book on the table nearby. As soon as he did this, his mom tucked herself against the couch cushion.

He turned off the light.

It took two meeting with Sakura and an irritatingly long week of his teacher’s bullshit for Katsuki to take Sakura up on her offer. There was only so much he could do before his anger took over. While the therapy sessions did help him cope with finger, it was shit at calming him down. Most of the time he just stewed in his seat until he was released. After each session, he took his aggression out in a sparring match with Deku.

Every time he came home he felt useless. He seemed to sleep more and more of his free time away. Katsuki was tired of sleeping. He was tired of his teacher looking at him like he was the problem. The students were all stupid and no one tried anything funny, but Katsuki was sick of their whispering and their staring.

So, after his therapy session with the weird bitch, he went to the address that glared at him from his phone. Deku followed beside him obediently, looking very much content to just clutching Katsuki’s arm to his chest as they walk. The little shit didn’t even bother to open his eyes when they walked through a neighborhood or two.

“Is Kacchan hungry?” Deku’s voice chimed in when he was trying to see which street to take next. His phone’s directions wasn’t the clearest.

Truthfully, Katsuki was hungry, but he wasn’t going to bitch about it because that would be annoying. He could find something later.

“No, why?” He glanced at the freak next to him. “Are you?” As he said this, his mouth was feeling a little dry.

Deku, surprisingly, looked well. His cheeks had a healthy flush to them. It brought out his freckles more. “Actually…no.” He picked at his cheek a little. His eyes wondering off to the side like he had trouble looking Katsuki in the eye. This sudden bashfulness didn’t stop the little shit from grabbing his hand and holding it. Deku always seemed to like thumbing his short finger.

“Whatever.” He dragged the both of them look a normal looking building. It wasn’t a fancy neighborhood nor was it the worse neighborhood. It was a simple, boring two-story building with a fire escape that had seen better days.

Katsuki walked right up to the door that had the same address as the one on his phone. He didn’t bother being polite. He slammed his fist against the door. It rattled from the force, but at least it didn’t break.

Pinkie had a strange foot pattern. Her steps were light slow. She must take long strides.

The door opened and there she was. Her hair was just as it was last time, thick and frizzy. There was more pink on the ends of her hair than at her roots. Her clothes were baggy and dirty.

“You could have at least cleaned yourself up.”

Deku had no comment, instead he chose to show himself around Sakura’s apartment.

Rude little shit…

Katsuki on the other hand waited to be invited in. He stared the girl in the eye to make sure she got the point. Of course, Sakura was a fucking brat and she stared at him.

This was helping no one, but Katsuki would be damned if he were to give in first.

“Woman, if you don’t let me in…”

“What cha going to do?” She had a small smile on her lips

He pushed her out the way…

“What cha going to do?” He mimicked her exact words. There was a couch in what looked to be a living room. The blond chose to dominate that spot. He took what he hoped to be the tv remote and turned on the television.

He ignored how his hands refused to cooperate as he flipped through the limited channels. Once or twice he had flipped through the channels to quickly.

If Sakura noticed, she didn’t say anything.

Deku made his way back to Katsuki. He looked slightly bored again, but that didn’t matter. As long as Deku didn’t try to entertain himself, he was fine.

“So what brings you here?”

She closed the door behind her and Katsuki really wanted to nap.

He didn’t bother to answer her.

He parked his chin on the top of Deku’s head and closed his eyes.

Chapter 6 Chapter Text

Turns out, Sakura’s little shack of an apartment was a cool little place. He didn’t have to worry about his mom’s whispering or her concerned eyes following him. She wasn’t very talkative, which was fine. Deku talked more than the two of them combined. She often gave them free reign over the place. She often tried to get them to watch tv or play video games with her. She wasn’t that bad at Mario Kart. No one complained when Katsuki won. Sakura didn’t even seem phased. For all her attitude, she was chill.

It was a little odd having someone else know how weird Deku was. Sakura questioned absolutely nothing. She didn’t mention Deku’s large appetite or his annoying neediness.

Katsuki was under the impression that Sakura thought Deku needed protecting. He could understand that. Deku still looked like a fucking kicked puppy with his large green eyes and uncertain smile. He didn’t look as pathetic as he once did. Sakura treated Deku like a child.

Too bad Deku didn’t see her as anything more than what she was. His eyes were completely disinterested in her unless she happened to mention Katsuki’s name. He was obedient and a non-threat to her as far as Katsuki was concerned.

After hanging out they would go home. Sometimes his mother would ask him where the hell his been and sometimes she would just tiredly ask him how his day was. Katsuki could see the questions floating around his mom’s head. He didn’t offer any answers. On days that he was feeling very excited, he would tell his parents about his time at the park or store, but nothing else.

It slowly becomes a routine.

Katsuki was having a hard time keeping up with the passing days.

“That’s so stupid. Who told you that?”

“It’s true. I heard my parents talking about it.”

“So…if it is true then why aren’t we hearing about it on the news? There would have been some reports at least.”

There was a scoff, “So you believe anything if it was on the news? I’m telling the truth. Something fucked up happened on the shady part of town.”

There was more hushed voices and badly covered whispers going on and on about some weird event that had happened. Katsuki watched the group of kids on the other side of the lunchroom. He heard them clearly through the slight rowdiness in this large room. He pushed his food around on his tray mindlessly. He was hungry but couldn’t bring himself to take a bite.

Maybe it was of how shitty it tasted.

It didn’t smell that great.

Deku, who would normally be staring at his plate with rapid attention, only paid his plate a single glance with mild interest. There was no begging or even whining.

While the lunchroom was crowded, Katsuki sat at the long tables with five other students. Each student kept their head down and away from him. No one sat next to him or in front of him. People were still giving him the wide space that he has grown used to.

“Kacchan should eat.” Deku spoke up. His face looked a little concern, but there was something else in those green eyes.

Katsuki pushed his rice around in responds. He glared at Deku. His eye stung for a second.

“Of course, Kacchan can do anything he pleases.” The other added as they curled up their arms on the table before resting his head. Deku watched him from his makeshift pillow.

“Damn straight!” He stuffed his mouth even if his stomach roused in uncomfortable tightness. A few students jumped at his outburst, but Katsuki could care less for extras.

Class was boring, again.

On the bright side, his name was looking a little better on paper. Deku drew a surprising detailed picture of them together. Katsuki took notice on how Deku drew himself. His body a little bit hunched and bandaged next to Katsuki. Katsuki was standing tall with a big smile and what appeared to be light radiating from his body. It looked reminiscent of the All Might poster that Katsuki has on the back of his bedroom door.

“Kacchan is a Hero!”

Katsuki wanted to ask what did that make Deku in this drawing.

Deku decided to tape the picture to his bedroom wall when they got home. His parents were out, but dinner was neatly organized in labeled containers on the counter. There was a small note asking him to either do the dishes if he managed to eat everything or to just put it in the refrigerator when he was done.

Deku didn’t bother.

Katsuki tried to eat.

He was feeling restless…

“Let’s go out.”

It didn’t take long to get ready. He switched his school uniform for a pair of dark pants, a plain black shirt and hoodie.

They both found themselves on the same side of town as the club. Deku was by his side with a small smile. His eyes were a vibrate green with his cat like pupils. This was different than their first time going out. No one approached them, no scantily clad ladies asked him if he was lost, and the random sounds of the night didn’t make his heart jump.

They roamed the streets with nothing in mind. They avoided the more public areas where the hero’s patrolled. They pasted clubs, bars, and closed shops.

Everything just seemed so quiet…

Boring…

Why was he so restless?

There was a sound that went off a head of them. It sounded far off and none of those around seem to respond to it. It caught no one’s attention…no one except Deku. The little creep shot off like a bullet leaving Katsuki to chase after him.

It should have been troublesome, but it wasn’t.

Deku was flexible and ran like nothing held him back. The sounds of his foot falls were non-existent and Katsuki’s loud ones. At this rate, the blond wasn’t going to be able to catch up to Deku unless the fucker slowed down, but regardless of that the Katsuki was happy to chase. He followed Deku beat for beat as well as trying very hard to keep the noise to a minimum as to not attract pro-heroes.

His fingers flexed, palms sweaty, legs burning and heart pumping…

They were a lot closer now, there was a sound of glass breaking and loud cursing. Deku was bouncing on his toes. His eyes were bright and Katsuki caught a glimpse of his tongue gliding against his teeth.

Someone ran out of a lonely looking hole in the wall bar. It was a man clutching a bag to his chest, yelling out curses to the doorway. Katsuki caught the glint of metal in the man’s hand before he was barreling towards them.

Katsuki felt his blood sing and his teeth ache as he stood before this stranger, effectively blocking his way.

“Move out the goddamn way!”

“What’s in the bag?” The guy stuttered to a stop. His big lips formed an ugly sneer. Katsuki thought it was pretty dumb that the other was wearing sunglasses at night.

“Oh! big man, huh? Get going kid, this isn't a game.”

Quirks came in different forms, but the blond hasn’t encountered many that could physically move him. His hair stood up from the static shifting around them. Katsuki felt his limbs tingle before being sent back into a wall…or at least a harder surface.

Two very large black claws framed his peripheral. They created crater like indentations in the concrete and thus anchored whatever the hell was behind him.

Big lips over there didn’t look too amused.

Kacchan is so cool

~~KILL HIM~~

The frame behind him was very still, but soon there was a slight nudge to his back before Katsuki found himself running at this man. His palms alight and flashing. He threw out one of his hands to create a blast before side stepping the villain and threw another blast at his back.

Katsuki made sure to keep his eyes on his target.

Keep staring at the target.

Don’t look at Deku.

There were a few small craters around them. Katsuki could hear it from behind him.

“This all you, kid? You need to cut this shit out now!” The man in front of him was frantically trying to track Deku’s movements. He still had the gun in his hand and his quirk ready, but nothing really aimed at Katsuki.

The blond wondered what the man was seeing. Did he know what was going to happen to him? His explosions caused some burns on the exposed skin, but nothing life threatening. He caught sight of some blood. It tickled from a cut on the forearm.

It was dark out, but Katsuki could still see it in perfect clarity. If he focused hard enough he could smell it.

His stomach started ache.

His mouth was uncomfortably dry.

“What’s in the bag?” He asked one last time before raising his arm. He tried to use his strange mental state in his favor. He pushed his arm to create more sweat. His heart was hampering in his chest, but he was…

Excited…

Undeniably excited…

He could feel the pressure of his teeth grinding as his grin was a little bigger than it should be for something like this.

“Listen kid, its none of your business.” The creep decided to aim the gun back at him. He even tried to use his stupid quirk on him. The tingling in his body did nothing to move him. He stood his ground with some new-found weight that had settled in his stomach. Someone was starting to get the hint. The tingling got stronger and Katsuki was impressed that he could see the quirk that demanded his body to repel itself in another direction. His hair flowed with the magnetic force.

“Last chance. You get to pick.”

Of course, he would try to run. Katsuki easily picked up the change in body language, the subtle step back or the hitch in breath. Everything was evidence that this villain was going to run. The thought of a chase thrilled something deep in his chest, but Katsuki ignored it. He just focused on the man’s sweating face and shaky hands. The guy tried to take another step back.

Deku wasn’t going to let him.

Deku larger frame kept the man from backing up and his claws kept him running around Katsuki.

The other was complete spooked. His stupid sun glasses fell from his face and Katsuki struck with a weird realization.

“What’s your name?”

Deku shifted and that got the fucker to talk.

“Magne. Listen there’s only basic shit in the bag. Just some money and another gun.” They spoke quickly as they slowly lowered the gun.

Katsuki had half the mind to let him go, but Katsuki didn’t really trust that weird glint in their eyes.

A quick test then…

The blond turned his back and started to walk away.

He had only taken two steps before his ears picked up a quiet click.

Deku ate them before the bullet could leave the chamber.

There was some struggling this time, but Katsuki kept his back turned. There was one distinct snap before it was quiet again. Red eyes took in their surroundings. He didn’t hear anyone coming. He didn’t see anyone leave the strange bar.

His restlessness was gone, and he no longer had stomach pains.

Kacchan?

“Let’s go home, Deku. I have school tomorrow.” Katsuki turned back to pick up the bag.

It was just as Magne said; another gun, some money and a few baggies of different things. Katsuki wasn’t really interested in any of this stuff. He didn’t like stealing. It made him feel nauseous thinking about it. His hands ignited. A small controlled blast. Some money was scorched but he got the bag to burn.

He tried to break the guns, but Deku was better for it.

The whole time, Katsuki kept his eyes slightly down and aloof.

The dork must have caught on because as they were walking back, Katsuki hears:

“Am I so ugly, Kacchan?”

There wasn’t a clear answer to his question so Katsuki didn’t bother with one.

“No.” He kept walking, but the blond knew this wasn’t the answer Deku was looking for, so he wasn’t surprise that the other just stopped. His hand was getting cold from Deku letting go.

“But –”

He didn’t want to hear this. He didn’t want to think about it. Half the time he didn’t want to remember it. “You’re thinking too much!” Deku’s hand was starting to get cold. Usually Katsuki hated when that happened because it meant less sweat for him. Between the two of them, Deku’s body stayed a warm temperature for Katsuki. The blond squeezed the crooked hand and ignored the scars. He stared right into Deku’s big green eyes.

They looked so normal…pretty even.

“You are you.” Katsuki took the other hand. “I’m looking at you now so what’s the problem, dork?” There were tears welling up in the corners and Katsuki was starting to panic.

So, he did the same thing he’s seen his father do when his mom got upset.

He kissed Deku.

Nothing like in the movies.

Just a quick peck

It seemed to be the right choice because the dork smiling. His lips tingled with…something. Deku had left behind something too sweet for Katsuki’s taste buds. Katsuki found himself licking his lips as lush green curls found their way under his nose as Deku hugged him. Katsuki didn’t bother to hug back, but that was no problem for Deku. His eyes were all shiny and bright.

Deku didn’t bring up his other form again.

“You would think he would participate in the group project.”

“He never does anything with a group. He’s a loner.”

“Weirdo.”

“We should keep it down before the teacher hears us.”

Katsuki heard all of this in perfect clarity. Deku was glaring at the table. The teacher had ran out the room with the excuse of going to main office to request that they turn up the heat because the room was too cold. Katsuki didn’t feel any different, but he saw that a few students decided to put on their sweaters. Deku didn’t bother to do anything, which was a relief.

“I don’t think the teacher would care I mea –” There was a loud bang followed by some giggling and voices of concern. Red eyes caught something black and fluid creeping its way back to him.

Deku pretended not to notice that Katsuki was watching him.

“You lot, quiet down.” Their teacher came back looking a little sour but went about today’s lesson as usual.

There were no more whispers about him today.

It became a repetitive mess.

Going to school, therapy, Sakura’s place, home…

Rinse and repeat.

Well, that wasn’t entirely true. There were a few changes.

They made it a habit of going out at least twice a week. Sometimes they found shit and other times they didn’t. Sometimes people found them and Katsuki was happy to give them a fight. Deku did Deku things if Katsuki wasn’t feeling up to it. The slight restlessness was still there, but it didn’t cloud his thoughts to the point he was having fits anymore.

His stomach aches were under control, but the taste in his mouth never leaves.

The other change was that Deku has made it a habit of kissing him.

The ‘goodnight kisses’ were usually reserved for Katsuki’s forehead, ‘thank you’ kisses were for his cheek and ‘happy Deku kisses’ were random. Deku would, most of the time, kiss him on the corner of his mouth. If something very exciting happened, Katsuki would find himself in a bone crushing hug and a peck on the lips.

Still very quick…

“Bakugou?”

His therapist was watching him from his position on the floor mat. She told him that they could do anything he wanted next session if it made him more comfortable. Katsuki wondered if he looked very restless today. He told her to bring her workout shit because they would spend this session stretching. It wasn’t a surprise that she stuck to simple leg stretches while Katsuki chose to do more advance poses.

“What.”

“How has classes been coming along?”

It was a silly question, but most adults tended to ask. Granted they should know the answer by now. Katsuki was smart. He always scored high marks. It was probably the only reason why his teacher and the principal haven’t kicked him out the school yet for his attitude and foul mouth.

“They’re fine.” He took to doing a handstand for balance. He usually struggled in finding his balance. His short finger made the process a little bit harder than it should be. He got to a point where his lower half was in the air, perfectly still. His fingers were spreading wide to take up more area. From his upside-down perspective, he saw Deku curled up on the cushioned chair. His scarred arms and thick hair covered his face, but Katsuki could make out the bright green eye peeking from the shadows.

They were both quiet for a time with Katsuki moving on to different exercises. The kids at his school didn’t seem all that into honing their skills early. At most there would be a small playground scuffle, but no real training. Katsuki wondered if the students at Yuei started training early.

“Bakugou?”

His therapist had stopped doing the stretches in favor of watching him. “What do you want, lady?”

“Have you been sleeping lately?” She was staring at his face and the blond couldn’t help but scowl at her. He’s been sleeping so damn much that it was embarrassing.

“Yea…and?”

She seemed to back off.

Deku had shifted in the chair. Katsuki didn’t turn his head to see what new position the freak took, but he could feel eyes on his back.

“I’m just…curious…do you plan on having this same attitude going to that prestigious hero school?”

Katsuki shrugged his shoulders. “If I save people then it wouldn’t matter.” Actions speak louder than words. His mom had told him that and it was the reason Katsuki knew that his parents loved him. His mother was an absolute bitch, but she would fight for Katsuki.

He could be a hero…

He was going to be a hero…

He was going to be a great hero…

The sweet taste in his mouth was distracting.

He thought about the people in the flashing lights, of the fucker’s face, or the dumb ass in the alley…

Are Heroes killers?

He thought about the bruises around Sakura’s neck and the marks on her body.

Heroes helped people.

All Might said so himself.

He could be a hero as long as he helped people. He could be a hero if he protected people. It was that simple right?

His therapist nodded along with his reasoning. “I guess the public is going to have to be ready for you. If your intensions are noble, then I guess your attitude wouldn’t matter, but remember as a hero you will be faced to make decisions that aren’t so straight forward. Not everything is black and white or good and evil.” She stood up from the mat. “As long as you remember that, I believe you’ll be a strong hero. Let’s call it a day.”

Deku seemed more excited by that notion. The other had hopped up from his seat and rushed to the door as Katsuki gathered his things. In his baggy shorts and backpack, Katsuki followed Deku to the shaggy apartment. Last time they were there, Sakura had said something about an interview and thus wouldn’t be there.

She gave Katsuki a key.

Deku bogarted the television remote leaving Katsuki to raid the fridge. There was some food in a container that had their names on it. Katsuki devoured it. Hell, he was tempted to eat Deku’s half. He decided against it in favor of saving his ears from the whining he knew would happen.

With Deku in the living room, Katsuki wandered around the apartment. It wasn’t big, but he now had an excuse to go into the bedroom. It wasn’t exactly girly. The bed sheets didn’t match, the curtains were drawn, and her room was an absolute mess. There were clothes everywhere. Her dresser was over stuffed with shiny clothes and thin pieces of fabric that Katsuki assumed made up a shirt. She didn’t have any real forms of entertainment in the bedroom besides a few books.

Katsuki got to work. His mother would have blown up her own head if his room ever looked like this. Katsuki thought he might blow something up if his room got this messy. He found himself a little annoyed.

“And she’s the adult…” He mumbled absently as he continued to pick up clothes.

There were some open bottles on the dresser, some make-up that was spilled here and there and hair care products. Katsuki cleaned it all. Oddly enough, Sakura didn’t have anything too personal laying around.

Or not…

There were some papers shoved deep in her closet. Katsuki looked at those before neatly putting them back. The papers weren’t much, just a birth certificate with the name Aoi on it and some common family name. There was also a wad of bank notes shoved in some feminine products. Nothing too interesting. What was interesting was that Katsuki had been cleaning for who knows how long and Deku has yet to whine about the lack of attention.

“Oi, Deku, we’re leaving. Get your ass in gear.”

The sounds of a video game were cut short and Deku was rushing up to him. Katsuki felt a rumbling before Deku could begin to whine.

“I know, I know. We’ll get you something to eat, just chill the fuck out.”

“What does Kacchan want for his birthday?”

They both walked out the apartment with Katsuki firmly locking the door behind him. His birthday wasn’t exactly around the corner and he wasn’t exactly excited for anything that Deku might have planned. He shrugged his shoulders instead. It was better that Deku didn’t get him anything. The previous years have just been drawings, flowers, or any random things that Deku finds.

“Forget about it. I don’t need anything.” Deku was quick to shake his head. “Fine, why don’t you just go find something like always?” Katsuki stole a glance at the other next to him. When was Deku’s birthday? They never really brought it up and Deku didn’t like sharing too much.

“What would a loser like you want for your birthday?” The dork stopped. His eyes were wide and too bright for Katsuki. They seemed to have their own backlights.

“What would I want for my birthday? I-um I-I would want the new All Might art book.” He gripped Katsuki’s arm. “The one that we saw in the mall!”

It wouldn’t be a bad gift. The art book was more of a collector’s item. It had the concept art for the manga and he heard that the book also had bonus feature in the back. It was also a very pricey item. Katsuki didn’t get to ask his folks for anything. He was fine with his mother making his favorite meal extra spicy for the day.

“Not bad. I think the art book is pretty cool.” Deku was making stupid faces before letting go of his arm. He had a big tight smile. Katsuki could easily see the teeth Deku tried to hide from him. The dork was practically dancing in his spot. In his excitement, he started jumping. Which surprised Katsuki because Deku was demonstrating that he could jump fairly high in this form. He reminded Katsuki of a rabbit, especially with his kiddish green hoodie with the stupid ears on the hood.

“That’s it, Kacchan!” Deku was rushing towards him. Katsuki only felt a pair of slightly chilled lips against his own.

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“Seriously, who is he trying to impress? We all know he’s the fastest runner in class. No need to show off.”

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“Actually, Rita, Yuuto-kun is the fastest.”

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“Obviously, I meant without using a quirk. Bakugou could easily turn himself into a rocket…Plus I heard Yuuto isn’t using his quirk nowadays.”

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His shoes where hitting the pavement in such a rhythmic pattern that he was starting to forget the other students around him. Their talking was getting on his nerves more. Did they have to talk so loudly? It wasn’t his fault that those losers didn’t run on the regular bases. No one provided him with a challenge. Without using quirks, he was the best in his class. He was also the strongest.

Bakugou wanted…needed something to do. He wanted to chase something and the only thing that could run from him was Deku. The little brat had a way with pissing him off. He ran on the tips on his toes while never making a sound. Deku was always ahead of him with his stupid smile. Every time they would go to the park or forest to practice, Deku had the upper hand. There was so much damn pep in his step that Katsuki often imagined that they were animals. Katsuki would pretend that he was a hungry fox while Deku was the scared hare, but Deku was terrible at playing this game he had made in his head. Deku often looked back with his wobbly smile and knowing eyes.

He didn’t play the part of a scared rabbit at all.

Magne played the part well.

They played as well as they could after they were corned.

Katsuki could feel his lips pull up at the memory.

He did yet another lap around the track.

Deku decided to do fuck all while he took PE. Sometimes the other would do something as lame as chase a bug on the field or sit on the bleachers. Whatever kept his attention…

Sweat was accumulating on the back of his neck and under his shirt. Because of his quirk, the teachers agreed that he should use the shower at the school. They were a little fearful of his quirk. He still received praise on how strong his quirk was, but there was always something else in their tone when they said it. Katsuki could hear exactly what they were saying without them saying it.

“Soshi, you could hustle more!”

Thump

“Is he kidding? Who the hell is going to beat Bakugou?”

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“Yuuto, run boy!”

There were steps rapidly approaching his. The sound was jarring enough to take him out his thoughts. The kid with the speed quirk was right behind him. His face was a little red and his arm movement was less controlled than it should be. Katsuki could acknowledge that the kid still had balls. He had been running for a while and the other kids have given up in keeping up with him, but this kid tried.

He looked like he was failing in the stamina department without using his quirk.

Thump

The other boy made it obvious that he wasn’t going to look at Katsuki.

The blond silently dared the boy to go faster. He even slowed his gait some. His eyes were focused on the other head, silently pleading the other to get cocky and speed up. He needed this. If Deku wasn’t going to do it…

“Go Yuuto!”

Thump

“Keep running, one more lap!”

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“You got this!”

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Their classmates were all cheering on the other boy. Katsuki saw when he got just a little more confidence. He started to move just a little bit faster as he waved at the other students.

“Go Kacchan!”

Thump

Katsuki quickly turned to the outer field. Deku was there in shirt and shorts, bouncing on his toes.

His own personal cheer leader.

Thump

“Woo, Kacchan!”

His classmate was getting pretty far ahead and Katsuki figured he gave them a good enough head start. The blond picked up the pace. His body leaning while his legs propelled him forward. His steps were heavy against the track.

His mouth ached.

Little speedy Jr. was catching on real quick. Katsuki could hear the other breath quicken and become erratic. Both were heading towards the finish line, but it was no longer a race.

“Yuuto-kun, why the face?”

Thump

“Keep calm, Yuuto!”

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“What the hell! Yuuto, really man?”

Thum–

It was unsurprising that Katsuki won, but it was such a treat that right before they got to the finishing line, Yuuto broke. He dropped to the floor covering his head. Katsuki caught the sight of tears down his face. His face was absolutely pathetic. A few students crowded the other boy with concerned coos.

“Creepy fucker.”

“Hanna, cut it out. We were all watching. Bakugou didn’t do anything. Yuuto looks like he’s just having a panic attack. Let’s get him to the infirmary.”

“Good job, Bakugou! You sure you don’t want to join track next year?”

Katsuki grunted a ‘no’ to his teacher before walking off to the only shower in their school. Deku followed closely behind him. His voice was slightly deeper as it sung praise upon praise to him. No one stopped him as he made his way to the teacher’s lounge and then the private bathroom. He stripped himself naked in front of Deku without a care in the world before turning the water on. His hair was drenched within seconds. Hands were already in his stretched-out hair, he paid no mind before rinsing off the rest of his body. Black tendrils rubbed soap along his body while scarred hands scrubbed at his scalp.

One of Deku’s favorite past times happened to be bathing Katsuki. Which was a little more awkward the taller the blond got, but it was one thing Deku insisted on doing for Katsuki.

The blond turned his back towards the spray. Deku was just standing there in all his glory. The black tendrils disappeared before Katsuki could complete his turn. All he had in front of him was a naked Deku. His hair was weighed down by the water. The curls straightening out just a little while the volume of his big hair flatted. It looked a little silly to see how much hair the dork actually had. When wet, the other boy’s hair was a little past his shoulders.

Katsuki was still confused on how Deku worked.

There wasn’t a day that goes by that Katsuki wonders what his life would have been like if he had ignored Deku. Would the other have left him alone or would he have been consumed?

His red eyes glanced down to the sight of something he hasn’t noticed before.

Has it always been there?

There on Deku’s freckled skin were these larger scars. There were little ones that looked like tears on the other’s arm and legs, but these were noticeable larger and had a reddish brown discoloration. It was set of three marks over the other’s shoulder. It wasn’t fresh in Katsuki’s eyes. The blond wasn’t sure if the other boy could even get hurt. It seemed that all his injuries came from a time of when they didn’t know each other, but it seemed so hard to believe.

Deku was invincible in Katsuki’s eyes.

“Ready to go, Kacchan?”

“Yeah.”

In the short time that they had known Sakura, Katsuki had found out she liked music…a lot.

Her apartment was shitty, her cell phone was junk, and the food she bought wasn’t always the freshest, but the one thing she splurged on was this mp3 that looked like a high end smart phone and this tiny portable speaker she kept around her apartment.

She had a wide taste of music that she would blast around the apartment while him and Deku played video games.

Most of it was foreign shit that Katsuki could barely understand. His English class was on the basics, but the words blaring from the tiny stereo didn’t always make sense.

What the fuck does “Blow a kiss, fire a gun” even mean? Is that a saying?

Katsuki told the bitch she should clean more, and she actually tries to put in an effort. She’d pick a song that’s more noise than singing before disappearing to clean up her nasty ass room. Sometimes she would sing along if she could. Today was no different.

Along with being a noisy shit, Sakura was totally shameless.

She was messy and fucking shameless. The night that they saw her outside the club, she was barely dressed. The blond could tell she was cold, but she didn’t try to keep any modesty. Around the city she often worn clothes that would be considered boyish, in her apartment she dressed like a slob unless it was hot.

Katsuki was stretched out on the couch with heavy ass Deku laying on top of him. The controllers were on the floor, momentarily forgotten. The little freak had stolen his phone to play some stupid matching game. The rise and fall of Katsuki’s chest temporarily lifted the other before falling again. His skin was warm against the blond’s, but Katsuki was very much aware of the fact that Deku’s chest didn’t thump alongside his.

Deku was squirming on top of him. His large eyes were glued to the glowing screen of his phone as he tapped away with his thumb. Katsuki threw his arm around the other’s waist to keep him still. His head was slightly pounding from the loud music. Sakura was in the shower and it just happened that her favorite pass-time was to play music in there. Katsuki told her to “turn that shit down”.

Of course, she couldn’t really hear him. After two attempts to get him to repeat himself, Katsuki could hear the shower turning off before the bathroom door swung open with stream pouring out and a toweled headwrap told Katsuki to repeat himself.

“Turn that fucking shit down, bitch.” He couldn’t be as expressive as he wanted to be because Deku was using him as a personal pillow. Sakura was practically cooing at the sight of them. Katsuki could see it in her fucking eyes.

“Maybe if you asked nicely then this ‘bitch’ would actually do it.”

“BIT– ”

“Sakura-san, could you please turn it down for Kacchan? Please?” The little fuck didn’t even bother to look up from the phone, but it didn’t matter. Sakura was already putty. Her tired hazel eyes were gleaming at Deku before agreeing.

The music was turned down to a more tolerable level. Katsuki rested his head back on the armrest. He could see down the hall into Sakura’s bedroom and partially into the bathroom if he was looking through the mirror. He could see Sakura’s bare back as she went about her daily routine. The towel on her head dwarfed her making her look smaller than she already was.

Another track played. This one with tribal drums, a tambourine and a low voice.

Crimson eyes caught the movement of her shoulders as she danced while brushing her teeth. The towel was secured at her waist instead of higher. She looked absolutely disgusting with the tooth paste foaming in and around her mouth. Katsuki had a feeling it was getting all over the sink.

He didn’t feel like cleaning that up. She better do it.

She bounced up at the drop in the song…her chest followed.

Deku shifted again. His green shirt pulled this way and that while other parts fell loose. Katsuki could see more of Deku’s shoulder now with his cute freckles and ugly scar.

The new sound of a guitars and cymbals with an almost lazy melancholy feel greeted his achy ears. Deku had seemed to calm down as well as he decided he wanted to plant his head in the crevice of Katsuki’s neck.

The mood seemed to change with Sakura’s freed voice. She pronounced every word with clarity and stayed in harmony. Her singing voice was a little rougher than other female singers, but Katsuki couldn’t imagine a softer high-pitched voice singing along with the man’s.

Pale strands of blonde and pink fell from the towel as Sakura tried to tackle her unruly damaged hair.

I can’t confront you

I never could do that which might hurt you

So try and be cool

When I say,

“This way is a water slide away from me

That takes you further everyday”

So be cool

Katsuki’s mom didn’t put nearly as much product in her hair as Sakura did. She rocked her head back and forth to the music while tussling her hair with whatever product. It looked like it was gaining volume.

Her voice rang out strong for the next few verses. She was glaring at the mirror with a large comb in her hand.

Dear Daddy, I write you

In spite of years of silence

You’ve cleaned up, found Jesus

Things are good, or so I hear

This bottle of Stephen’s

Awakes ancient feelings

Like father, stepfather

The son is drowning in the flood

She finished the song.

Katsuki couldn’t help but notice how ‘open’ her eyes looked. He couldn’t understand the lyrics much, but he did know the English word for father. The thought of her past, briefly, passed through his mind. Briefly because he didn’t feel like thinking about such a thing and because Deku decided to bite the junction between his neck and shoulder.

He didn’t yell like a little bitch. It wasn’t that painful considering Katsuki knew exactly what Deku’s mouth looked like, but it didn’t feel good either. His fingers dug into the flesh of Deku’s waist in retaliation. One of his fingers protested, but he hoped that his grip was bruising.

Large green eyes peeked up at his. Katsuki could see the slit like pupils and telltale signs of a curving smile. Deku’s stretched lips were lightly stained and the blond was under the impression that the collar of his shirt was stained too.

Fucking bitch…

The other said nothing when Katsuki tossed them off the couch. The blow dryer was going over Sakura’s music so Katsuki was sure she had no idea what they were doing.

The blond quickly rolled to the floor to evade Deku’s pounce. His hands were sparking in warning, but Deku was a big dork that could do anything. He came after Katsuki with the speed he rarely used outside of sparing matches. There wasn’t much room, so they quickly found themselves attached to each other in a wrestling match. Usually Katsuki found himself on the bottom trying to restrain Deku. Most holds didn’t work on the green haired boy for obvious reason, but if Katsuki could get him to stop moving all his limps at once then the blond would win. His quirk was out of the question because he had no clue where the pink haired bitch would live if he burned down her home and he certainly wasn’t going to invite her to sleep on his parent’s couch.

Deku hovered over him with his backlit eyes. They sparkled with mischief as he lowed his head to Katsuki’s neck to clean up the mess he’s made. It was times like these that Katsuki was grateful to have such an unusual sparring partner. Choke holds didn’t work so the blond often had to get creative. Katsuki pushed up with his hips to unbalance the other before trapping his arm. Deku struggled a bit to break free, but Katsuki held on strong as his legs wrapped one of others. Both sides of his body pulled Deku’s in the opposite direction, but of course Deku’s body was more willing to follow his arm. After half a minute of struggling, Deku gave up. Which was a wonderful thing for the red face Katsuki.

Deku was massaging his elbow before crawling towards Katsuki.

The blond was subtly trying to catch his breath. He was always envious of how Deku didn’t seem affected by their sparring.

What would it be like to spar with someone else? How would he hold up? Secretly, Katsuki wondered if he had the upper hand by having a partner that was like Deku. Choke holds, and other forms of submission didn’t work on Deku. One would have to play the waiting game if Deku were actually fighting…or not. The green haired freak considered what they did as ‘playtime’. Deku was more than happy to touch Katsuki in any way shape or form. If Deku decided to fight bad guys with Katsuki, he had no idea what that would actually look like.

“Again, Kacchan?”

Katsuki thought it over as he looked at whatever mess they could have made. The cover that was on the couch was on the floor. The game system and controllers were fine. Katsuki didn’t see anything out of order, but their clothes. Deku’s clothes were a little off the shoulder while he could feel that his own collar was slight damp. The red stain had darkened over time. His neck was slightly sore, but it could be worse. Katsuki dragged a few fingers over the wound and found nothing when he pulled them back.

Huh?

Must have healed.

Deku waited patiently for his answer.

Katsuki steeled himself before saying, “Again.”

That was how pink haired girl found them, tangled in each other.

Katsuki had arms tensed and taunt as he pulled on Deku’s neck. His legs crossed in a lock to trap the other’s knee…ready to pull more to bend the knee in an unusual and painful position. If Deku was a normal person…he would have passed out by now. Instead, Katsuki had to hold this damn position as Deku tried to get out.

Sakura had put on some proper clothes. She was eying them wearily as they struggled against each other.

“Um –”

“Shut up!” It came out a lot harsher than he meant, but the blond could feel Deku using this moment to try and escape.

Thankful she said nothing more as they continued for what seemed like minutes.

Neither party gave up, but both parties stopped on the account of Deku’s stomach and by extension Katsuki’s.

“What did you want?” He stretched. His arms and legs were a little achy from putting up so much resistant.

“I was going to ask you if you were staying for dinner. I was going to order takeout.” Sakura stated from her curled up position on the couch.

Katsuki thought about it. His mother would blow her shit if he was out late again with no real excuse, plus he could practically see Deku shaking his head.

That’s right…tonight is katsudon.

“Nah, we’ll just go home.” He grabbed his bookbag and shoes. “Clean up after yourself. If I have to come back here and it’s a pig sty…” He left the rest to her imagination as he walked out.

They wandered the alleys for a bit, hoping to find something quick for Deku. There wasn’t any worthless scum so Katsuki made a stop into the local grocery store. He walked in with nothing and walked out with a cheap candy bar, a heavy bookbag and a nauseated stomach.

A home it was silent. He didn’t hear his parents, but he could smell their perfume. There was a note on the fridge. It was in his mom’s hand writing. She told him that they were at some late-night dinner for his father’s company and won’t be back into late tonight. She told him that the katsudon was wrapped and waiting for him on the counter. She mentioned that he should do his chores before bed and to turn the tv off.

‘Don’t wait up for us, kiddo. -Mom

“Whatever.” He took his dinner to the counter. He split his and Deku’s share – 70:30. Deku was already raiding Katsuki’s bag for the meat. So Katsuki didn’t have to feel bad about cutting Deku’s portion.

He took off his school jacket, draping it on the back of a chair, before saying a quick prayer and eating. Katsuki could hear the loud chewing from Deku’s end. He once made a comment that Deku’s eating habits were down right disgusting when he tried to ‘savor’ his food. No surprise that that made Deku an even shier eater, but just because Katsuki couldn’t see him doesn’t mean he can still hear him. The smell of raw meat permeated his kitchen and living room.

Gross.

Once he was done with his food, the blond did his share of the dishes and wiping down the counter. Deku was going to have to clean up his own shit if he made a mess. He quickly ran threw his homework before going to the bathroom. He was hoping to have a moment to himself. It was rare that he ever showered by himself. He made quick work of the sweat that happened at Sakura’s place before rinsing off and hoping in the tub. The warm water felt good on his muscles and neck.

His head hung low as he massaged his scalp and tense neck muscles.

His heart was beating just a little faster.

His breath matched his heart.

The world around him disappeared under the water. He lightly pulled his hair to create this nice sensation. Tanned hands moved up his neck and into his hair and back again. One of his fingers snagged on his strands. It was slightly painful. Red eyes stared up…fully expecting green ones to be staring down at his above the water. All he got was the distorted ceiling.

When he came back up for air, he noticed that no one else was in the room.

Strange

Katsuki still took hold of this opportunity. He rung the water out his hair the best he could with his hands before using a towel. Once his hands were dry, he took a look at them. His short finger was fine, the others were ok as well expect for ring finger on the opposite hand. The nail was a little discolored. The bed was a deep color while further out showed red, blue and purple. The nail itself had some give to it and was painful to touch.

Katsuki didn’t remember bumping his hand on something when he was wrestling Deku, but it also wouldn’t be the first time he’s accidently hurt himself while sparring with the other boy. Other sensations took a backseat when they were together.

Something like this could heal if Katsuki left it alone.

He took the first aid out the medicine cabinet. The blond disinfected the site before bandaging his nail. That could give him some protection and keep him from touching it.

“Kacchan, do you want to watch a movie?”

Katsuki went to his room, unbothered by the sudden chill that hit his skin. He tossed on a shirt and shorts before going back to the living room.

Deku was sitting on the couch with a blanket. His share of the mess was cleaned up. There were no dishes in the sink and no signs of Deku’s dinner anywhere. Katsuki nodded at Deku before laying down on the couch in the laziest fashion. One leg on and one leg off while his cheek was smashed against the cushion as Deku turned on a movie.

How dare she tell him to not wait up.

Katsuki was going to do whatever he fucking pleased and if that meant waiting on the damn couch watching weird documentaries with Deku until they came home then so be it.

Notes:

Hello, this was a different kind of chapter. Hope you all still liked it.
So I realized I wasn't going to give information about Sakura/Aoi's background in story because Bakugou isn't going to pursue it.
But to all those who were curious...
Aoi, also known by her stage name Sakura, is half American/half Japanese citizen. Her father was discharged from the military, and decided to settle in Japan after Aoi was born. Due to unfortunate circumstances, Aoi's mother passes away due to illness. Her father, though depressed, decided to stay in Japan to be close to the things his wife loved. Time slips by and Aoi gets older. Her father spends less time with her to stare at old photos, letters, and alcohol.
Aoi has a unique look to her and thus was kidnapped on her way home from school. She is sold around until she became Rezā's exotic show pet.
Because of her father's negligence, Aoi wasn't noticed as missing until it was too late.
Her mother was reported to have had a sound related quirk, while her father has a sight quirk that grants him the ability to see in the dark. Aoi was pronounced quirkless at the age of 5.
I know that wasn't a lot of information, but its the information that runs through my head when I write a scene with her.
P.s the song is Weezer's Say It Ain't So and the other songs mention are Lean On by Major Lazer and DJ Snake and Life itself by Glass Animals
Also, I'm thinking about writing another story featuring these two boys. Its more practice to write a little bit more out of the box. I want to experiment with color and some other stuff. Its going to be a legit one-shot (not like this thing turned out to be). I want to use my monster Izuku and my poor Katsuki for this. So maybe an alternate universe but same characters?
What do you think? Anyone interested?

Chapter 8: Intermission

Summary:

Picture, picture, smile for the picture!

(pics?)

Notes:

Sorry, not a chapter but some of you are curious on what Monster Izuku looks like so here's a kinda detailed doddle of his head.
and a rough drawing of the body.
P.s I did use references

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Monster Izuku

Notes:

I'm really bad at Tumbler or anything else for that matter. I started dumping the sketches and early concepts on the blog.
giopet-nkglasses
Does he look like you would have imagine?
Sorry, kinda got lazy >.<

Chapter 9 Notes:

Holy shit! you guys are the best.
Thank you Idiot (feel bad saying that temp name) from last chapter for showing me a preview of your fan art for my Monster!Izuku. I hope you get your AO3 account soon!
Thank you all for your positive comments towards my doodles. If you feel compelled to make fanart for this story, please do! I'm just happy you like the design that much.
Your comments rock and...shit...I can't believe you guys like this story.
I hope I can keep entertaining you with this.
Same deal as always, excuse the mistakes. Tell me if I have any and I'll do my best to fix it.

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Chapter Text

“Kiddo, wake up.” His mom’s voice called to him before shaking him awake.

Katsuki’s eyes were sticky from sleep. He had no idea what time it was, but it looked pretty damn late. His parents were both dressed in their nice black clothes. His mom’s perfume was a little bit over powering as she gently rocked him. His dad was just standing off to the side turning off the TV. The room was cast in the soft light by the counter.

Katsuki being the brat he was went back to sleep or at least tried to.

His mom didn’t push him, but he did hear her sigh. She was whispering something to his dad and Katsuki tried to keep this small smile off his face before he felt two arms pick him up and carried him to his room. His dad’s scent was a way more muted and Katsuki was happy his dad was doing this and not his mom. He could hear his mother lightly scolding her husband about carrying him.

“He’s too damn old for that.” She playfully hissed, but his dad payed no mind to her as he tucked the younger blond into his bed before shutting off the lights.

Katsuki kept his eyes shut tight.

“What’s that?”

“Huh – oh – it looks like a picture Katsuki drew.”

“Fucking brat…Look he’s so damn pompous. He drew himself as All Might.” The sound of paper being tapped flooded Katsuki’s ears as well as a light layer of anxiety.

“Who’s that next to him?” The need to bounce his leg was becoming strong.

Katsuki stiffened just slightly as he heard his parents whispering back and forth. He knew they didn’t know about Deku, but he was starting to regret Deku hanging up the picture.

“He didn’t mention having friends, did he?” It didn’t stop him from balling up his fist under the covers.

“No…he didn’t.”

He heard the soft foot steps of his dad walking out the room, but his mom lingered. He hasn’t heard her move from that spot. The faint sound of paper being moved was there instead.

“To: Kacchan From: Izuku…strange.”

“Honey?”

…

“Coming.”

His mother’s footsteps were slow to leave, but Katsuki heard the door click. It wasn’t until he heard his own parents shut their door did he jump up from his bed with the covers tossed to the side. He snatched the picture off the wall and turned it over. Sure enough, there was the wobbly lines of Deku’s handwriting spelling out both their names. There was a smiley face underneath Katsuki’s name.

The blond rounded behind him to question the little fucker, but all he encountered was the stillness of his room.

No lump under his cover

No feet under his bed

No body slumped in his chair

Katsuki quietly made his way to the window. It was really late, and no one was outside. He didn’t see a stupid head full of green hair or a ridiculously colorful hoodie or hell…even moving shadows. He saw nothing. Katsuki walked over to his closet and looked into the dark depth of the cramped space.

Where the fuck did Deku go?

The blond went back to his bed with the picture clutched in his hands. The covers had been pulled back over him, but he couldn’t decide if he was hot or cold. In a fit of frustration, Katsuki kicked the covers off. He stared at his ceiling before bring the crudely drawn picture to his face.

Should he hide the picture?

No…his parents already saw it.

Should he lie?

Should he ignore it?

Large watery green eyes popped up in his mind. Katsuki wondered how Deku would react if he outright denied his presence. His grip on the edge of the drawing lessen. He turned on his side and snuck a pillow between his chest.

One had held the picture in front of him and the other the pillow.

Where could he have gone?

Was he hungry?

Was he bored?

Good things never came from an idle Deku.

Sweaty hands slowly gripped the pillow tighter to his chest as he began sliding down the bed. His body was cradling the pillow to his chest while he stared at the picture from his position. The picture was too crappy for it to have been done by Katsuki, but he hasn’t went out his way to show his mom or dad his recent doodles.

When was the last time he drew something? A few months…a few years? He didn’t remember.

Deku’s picture lacked the explosions Katsuki was fond of.

Odd…

His grip on the paper was starting to slip. He would catch himself and tighten the grip before slipping again with his eyelids so heavy and muscles tense. The paper probably fluttered to the ground. Katsuki didn’t know, his tired eyes looked to his closed closet. He stared at it since it felt like a need to do so before his eyes drifted off again.

“Katsuki?” The young blond pushed his spicy pork around. His immaculate white rice muddy from his mixing. He could feel his dad’s eyes on him while his old lady washed the dishes. Deku has been absent for a few days. It was such a bizarre feeling not having the other breathing down his neck or hugging his side. School days went without a hitch, but they were boring with little to no interaction.

“Katsuki?”

He didn’t bother visiting Sakura while Deku was absent. Instead he spent his time at the park or near the forest trying to improve his form. His balance was way better after practicing, but it could be better if he had a sparring partner. The slight ting of his finger barely held him back.

“Katsuki!” His mother’s voice called to him. She was staring at him with hard eyes. When eye contact was fearlessly met, his mother shifted her eyes towards his old man. His father was staring at him with such patience that it made guilt want to crawl out of him.

He swallowed it down.

“What?”

“Your father asked how school was coming along. We haven’t gotten any calls recently.” She parked herself by the counter. She was staring at her nails. She chose a clean and neat French tip for her job.

“Its fine…nothing special ever happens.”

They both didn’t bother to respond to that.

Katsuki kept pushing his food around. His utensil scraped against the plate.

“Did you make any friends?” His dad spoke up after a few missed beats.

Green eyes came to mind…even hazel ones, but Katsuki shrugged his shoulders. His mom would like Deku. She was always fond of the green button up shirts his dad wore. She said it made him looked relaxed which made her feel relaxed. She never wore green herself because she said it didn’t match her coloring and style, so she indulged when she could in other people. She would probably become hypnotized by how big and green his eyes were. She’ll gush about how adorable he looked. Hell, she would even spoon feed him if it meant he would gain more weight because she would love his baby face.

His dad would carefully ask about Deku’s hobbies and quirk and then quietly encourage the boy who said he had no quirk.

His parents would absolutely love Deku.

They wouldn’t like his teeth, though.

No one would.

They wouldn’t like his too big smile or his sharp glowing eyes.

They wouldn’t like what they did at night.

They wouldn’t like the blood that stained Deku’s teeth and Katsuki’s hands.

“No?”

“No–“

“What about Izuku?” She spoke Deku’s first name so casually. It sounded so normal from her lips.

Katsuki didn’t pause in pushing around his food. He shrugged his shoulders again, but he knew he mom wanted more of an answer. He could see her trying not to let her temper get the best of her, but before his father could jump in and defused the situation he gave some kind of answer.

“Just some student. He transferred out, I think his parents are going over seas for work or something.”

It was total bullshit.

Complete bullshit…

…but his parents ate it right up. His mom had a big smile on her face like she figured out some difficult puzzle. Her hard eyes were softer and held a little something that Katsuki didn’t want to think about at the moment. His father also looked a little pleased. Everyone went back to what they were doing and Katsuki finally took the opportunity to shovel food down his throat as his parents weren’t looking.

“Did he give you a number or perhaps his address?” There was a kind of hopeful tone in his mother’s voice.

“No.” He took more bites even though his stomach was hurting.

“Maybe someone else has it?” His father suggested.

“Don’t worry about it.” He finished his food and dumped it in the sink before going to his room.

The picture on the wall has been haunting him, but he didn’t take it down.

It has only been a few days…not even a week…or maybe it has been. The only thing on his mind has been that stupid ass picture and the absence of its creator. He didn’t think Deku was lost. He should know his way around. He seemed to get to the places he wanted to pretty damn fine before he met Katsuki.

The blond paced around his room.

If Deku was hungry he would have come to Katsuki, right?

Right?

All these years of hearing the same bitching and moaning about how the twerp was hungry…it couldn’t be that. He wouldn’t leave because of that.

There had to be something else.

Katsuki flopped back onto his bed and stared at the ceiling. He absently picked at his bandaged finger before thinking of other reasons Deku wasn’t here…

Was he bored of Katsuki?

Was he bored of Him!

How could anyone be bored of him? He was the absolute fucking best. Just because Deku was fucking Deku didn’t mean he was worth any less. He prided himself on his growing form, athletic skills and control over his quirk. There was no way that damn brat was bored of him.

His hands were smoking as he bounced his knee.

Boring…

Him…

Ha!

Fuck you, Deku.

The teacher went on and on about different topics. Only one caught Katsuki’s ears. The teacher mentioned that they would have to make sure that they took their education seriously as time for applying to high school would be around the corner before they knew it. He rattled off the topic school in the city that was more education base and then the top schools that were known for their ingenuity and hero program. Yūei was a school Katsuki had been dreaming of for a long time. He knew he would get in if he applied. They had to take him with his quirk and grades. He was just the type of student that needed to be in the hero course.

You couldn’t become better than All Might if you didn’t go to his alma mater.

The students were all excited, but the teacher ‘hushed’ them before continuing a long lecture about how they were expected to keep good behavior – their eyes cut to Katsuki before continuing – and grades if they wanted to attend the listed prestigious schools.

Katsuki was indifferent to the sharp looks from his teachers. They were always threatening him. They told his parents on multiple occasions that his track record would keep him from going to the school of his choices. For Katsuki, there were no other choices. It was only Yūei and he will get in.

“Please pass around the pamphlets. They have more information about the schools and their programs. Show your parents. Its never too early to start looking!”

Kids started to pass around the thick folded packets. The kid in front of Katsuki was acting a little too slow for Katsuki’s taste. He was hesitating, and it was pissing Katsuki off. He snatched the packets out of the kid’s hand as soon the other passed it over his shoulder.

“Rude much.” There was some giggling from the other students.

“Mikki, that was rude.” The girls giggled together behind their hands like they weren’t being bitches. Katsuki picked up the rise in their heart beats when he turned a sharp eye to them. They stopped their laughter in an instant.

Katsuki passed the rest of the pamphlets back.

His lips curled at Yūei being on the cover.

“So now that this is clear, you all are dismissed for lunch.”

The kids ran out of the classroom like a herd of cattle. The hallway was slight packed as kids decided to clog up the halls with their meaningless group conversations. Katsuki had little trouble getting pass as people tended to stay clear of him. It was interesting considering Deku wasn’t by his side today. Maybe people just moved out their way for him regardless.

The cafeteria was serving their bland lunches again, but thankfully Katsuki had a bento from his mom. He had been looking forward to having the spicy pork all day. His mouth watered, and his teeth ached. There were a few students sitting at his table. Some of the shyer ones looked at their food as they ate, others sat and longingly stared at the other tables that had friends laughing loudly together and the braver ones would steal glances at Katsuki as he ate.

No one dared talked to him.

He lost most of his goons when he chose Deku that night they walked home together. They probably thought Katsuki was a loose cannon…too dangerous…too villainous.

Whatever

The bell rang signaling the end of their lunch period.

“I can’t believe I have cleaning duty with that freak.”

“Chill, Makoto. You could just skip. Who’s he going to tell?”

“You’re so bad, Mikki.”

Bakugou counted down the seconds till the bell rang. He was so sick of the whispering. His head was hurting, and his finger was throbbing. It was small at first and that was to be expected with a bruise, but as days go by, Katsuki was starting to question the healing process of his bandage finger nail.

The teacher was, unsurprisingly, the first to book it. Most students followed closely behind. Only a few were slow to pack up their things. Katsuki was the only one to remain seated as he scrolled through his phone. There was a group huddle together by the door. They were calling and waving for the bitch that talked so much shit.

“Guys, I told you I can’t I have cleaning duty…” It was quiet, but Katsuki could hear the movement of their hands and their silent laughter. He could almost see it if he closed his eyes.

“Seriously?”

She had the nerve to giggle. “Yeah, I told you al–”

“Get the fuck out.”

All eyes were on him as he stood from his desk. He eyes cut to the girl that didn’t know when to drop the innocent act. She was just as plain as everyone else. Just another damn extra. Her uniform was in code, but he spotted the bracelet and her colored nails. She was trying so hard to stand out that she fit so perfectly in line. Her friends were just the same.

“You don’t want to be here then get the fuck out.” He moved on to her group. “You’re blocking the door. Leave so I can go home.” The shortest girl looked like she wanted to say something, but one look from him shut her up before she could start.

There was some shuffling and the slamming of books before Ms. Plain Jane decided to leave with her fleet of extras.

With no one else in the room, Katsuki went about putting up the chairs and cleaning the board. Everything went smoothly. Most students complained that cleaning duty took forever, but Katsuki finished everything in a shockingly short amount of time. He was going down the hall to the bathroom to dump the chalky water. The male’s bathroom was empty.

His finger couldn’t be ignored anymore.

The bandage was ripped off and he examined why this bruise was being such a bitch. His hands were a little rough in his examination, but there wasn’t much to see. As far as he could see there was no swelling or infection…there was some redness around the edges of his finger nail. The fingernail itself wasn’t looking too hot. The nail was showing black build up underneath it. What was usually a low-profile nail bed was now raised significantly because of the black build up – which Katsuki realized smelt like old blood.

His poked and probed at the nail.

It hurt like hell.

There was a sting to his eyes as he continued.

Tears gathered at the corners of his eyes and threaten to fall as he gripped the edge of his nail and titled it up. The right corner lifted with ease, but the left side was stubborn. It was an odd feeling. He could feel a breeze on his bare nail bed. Underneath the collecting build up was a rich red on the concave bed. Katsuki could feel the same pain that gripped his heart when he lost his finger. He tried controlling his breath as he decided on just doing what he always did…

…rip off the band aid.

He didn’t shout, but he could feel the tears staining his cheeks as he stared at the nail in his hands. It was severely discolored compared to his other nails. Some spots were brittle while others were not. The build up was hard with soft parts.

His naked finger was left bare and bleeding. Blood was welling up quickly as it covered the exposed parts. He applied pressure while gathering more tissues to clean up the droplets of red that painted the porcelain sink and ugly tile floor. It took a few minutes to get the bleeding to stop, but he stupidly pulled back the tissue to check. It didn’t work out. He ended up chucking the nail and the red tissues into the trash. Bits of tissue stuck to the fresh nail bed. It was stuck to the clotting blood, which meant it was not the best to wash off with water. It stung and Katsuki almost denoted the sink was making the pain worse. He wasn’t completely sure what the black thing in his nail bed was, but he didn’t feel like touching the area more than he already had. He rinsed off what he could and enclosed the bare nail bed with some paper towel. The tough paper didn’t make it feel better and even irritated it to start bleeding more, but it was all he had before he could finish up and head to the infirmary.

The blond picked up the now empty bucket and headed towards his equally empty classroom. He put up the cleaning supplies and checked over the room once more before grabbing his bag and heading out. There were a few after school clubs, but those were on the floor below him. Katsuki took the stairs to the first floor and took the back hall to the infirmary.

The lights were out, and the door was locked when he gave it a turn.

“Fuck!”

A cold cheek pressed against his. “What’s wrong, Kacchan?” Katsuki’s first respond was to shove Deku away…and he did. He didn’t bother looking into the freak’s big eyes. He’ll just get distracted. Instead Katsuki pointed to the door in front of them.

This felt oddly familiar.

“I need to get into the infirmary.” It took nothing for Izuku before Katsuki was barging in.

Everything was neatly labeled and clean. Katsuki grabbed the box of non-stick gauze and ointment. His hand danced around the antiseptic. It said for external use only so Katsuki decided to forgo it. Deku watched over his shoulder as he attempted to clean his finger with water and antibacterial soap. The process was a bitch, but he was able to re-wrap his finger and clean up the mess.

One finger missing on one hand and a nail gone on the other…

What a fucking mess.

“Where you’ve been, loser?” Katsuki decided to grab an extra box or two. Hopefully this didn’t count for stealing. Ms. Yamamoto would have given him extra boxes if she were here.

Deku didn’t answer his question, instead he was staring at Katsuki’s bandaged finger, which was no surprise. Katsuki subtly moved his hand to the right and watched as Deku’s eyes did the same. They were big and excited. Red eyes caught the small swipe over his teeth.

“You got nothing to say?”

“…How are you, Kacchan?”

Katsuki was trying to control his breath. He tried to think of some of the techniques his therapist taught him to stopping the heat raising from his stomach. His palms were starting to sweat and the knowledge of just that was ticking him off. He just got this bandage and this dumb ass was going to make him change it again! His red eyes were staring. He made sure not to blink as he stared Deku down. His breath was coming out in pants as he tried…he tried so damn hard…

Heat came from his palms like second nature as he reached out and grabbed the other by his neck. He held Deku…stupid, worthless little Deku down on the floor. His heat did nothing to the cool pale skin under his fingers. His grip remained true, but Deku remained a blank slate. No signs of discomfort, no signs of struggle…Deku was completely fine staying in his hold until he calmed down. Katsuki tried to count to ten while squeezing harder.

“You asked me how I was, shitty Deku?” He brought their faces closer. “How does it look like I’m doing? I asked you a goddamn question and you had the nerve to ignore me.” He bought his lips to the other’s ear. “Now, tell me, where were you, Deku?” He emphasized the other’s name by the rolling thunder in his throat. His aching teeth had him pulling back his lips as he stared at Deku…waiting for an answer.

Cool hands gently touched his heated skin. They held his wrist in a loose grip. Deku's green eyes were staring up at him with fucking tears leaking out the corners. He gave the blond one of those long wobbling smiles. “I’m sorry that you’re in pain Kacchan. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” The tears flowed freely. “I just wanted to help Kacchan.” Cold lips touched Katsuki’s cheek. “I’m sorry, Kacchan. Please forgive me?” Deku was staining his face.

Deku’s lips were cold on his own.

Katsuki backed off of Deku and walked out the infirmary. He closed the door behind him, but that didn’t stop Deku.

The little shit…Katsuki felt the cold at his back as it wrapped around him. Soon Deku was holding his waist, on his knees behind him. The blond stopped moving to glance at the green hair behind him.

“Kacchan…I’m sorry. I won’t leave again. I promise…”

Katsuki’s legs started to move. It wasn’t until he got down the hall that he heard in a small voice…

~~Don't Leave~~

~~Please~~

I love you,

Kacchan

“Come on then, loser.”

Notes:

I feel like I'm going so slow with this.
giopet-nkglasses on tumblr (but I'm pretty bad at it)

Chapter 10 Notes:

Time always flies.
Please excuse any grammar, spelling mistakes. If you point them out, I'll fix it.
Sorry for the short chapter. Its been a crazy couple of months.
Thank you all for your awesome reviews, kudos, bookmarks and just clicking on this story and giving me the time of day.
You all are fabulous!
After this, I think we are due for a time skip.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Katsuki threw more tissues in the trash.

~ We could leave the lights on

He grabbed at the tweezers.

~ Sun Tan

He fumbled with the peroxide.

~ We could get lunch

Aw, man

Threw another in the trash…

~ I think that I like you

(You do?)

Yeah

Repeat

~But something bugs me 'bout the way you lick your –

KNOCK KNOCK

Two loud bangs assaulted the door, rattling it from its hinges. The music was promptly cut.

“Katsuki! You alright in there? It’s been an hour?”

“I’m fine, mind your own fucking business!”

Katsuki yelled at Sakura from the other side of the door. He clutched his fingers and huddled over the sink just in case she decided to open the door. Something that Katsuki knew she couldn’t do, because Katsuki had locked the door.

He squeezed his hand tighter.

He couldn’t let her see him like this.

“Fuck you!” She banged the door. “Have you seen the little guy?”

Red eyes slide over to the figure watching him from the tub. Glittering green were openly staring at him. Not once did those eyes stray from him. “No, I haven’t. Don’t worry about the little shit!”

The door rattled once more.

“Watch your mouth!” Katsuki could hear the fading footsteps.

His shoulders relaxed a bit after she moved away. His hands were shaking, and his fingers were burning. In reality, it would be better to do this quicker, but with every finger he found himself needing to take breaks. He busied himself with pouring peroxide and cleaning the tweezers. He didn’t bother bandaging until he was done, but he probably be lucky if he even did that.

More stained tissues went in the trash can.

He should have flushed those…

Deku shifted in his spot in the tub. His face and arm were hanging off the ledge. He hasn’t been the chattiest thing ever after he came back, but he wasn’t like his sulking self when he did something wrong. Katsuki was more aware of Deku’s actions and Deku didn’t seem to mind. He wasn’t as sorry as that day, but he was determined to not leave Katsuki’s side. This was a slight problem, because Katsuki was struggling with getting off the last two and he hated that Deku was watching his eyes wet his face.

Katsuki took a sopping wet ball of tissue. It was heavily stained and smelt so strongly of iron. He tossed it in Deku’s direction. The other boy was quick to react. His mouth opened, and a long-discolored tongue snatched it from the air before sliding back into Deku’s mouth.

It was better than clogging up the toilet at least.

Maybe he should ask for help?

Red eyes slide back over to Deku again.

Probably not…

Sakura?

He didn’t feel like explaining the staining counter top and the mountain of blotched tissues in the trash.

So…no.

He sucked up the last bit of strength. His chest was tight in the anticipation and he held his breath. His grip on the tweezer unwavering as he yanked up and out before moving to the next one with no pause in between. Blood was welling, dripping, spilling over his finger and then his hand. He was staining the fucking floor.

Goddamn it!

The last nail came off with far too many tugs. The nail cracked in half, only allowing Katsuki to tear at the crooked seam before going back and digging into the partially covered nail bed and ripping the rest out.

Red eyes stared at even redder hands.

Deku was over his shoulder. His lips were resting on the junction between his neck and shoulder. They both waited for Katsuki to catch his breath. Every inhale felt like it wasn’t enough while every exhale couldn’t seem to leave fast enough. Deku’s nibbling teeth weren’t helping, either.

Katsuki took a few steps back before falling back against the wall. He slid down until he could bring his knees closer to his chest while his hands rested uselessly by his side. Deku’s ass stepped around him before attacking the stains on the counter and floor.

The blond could feel a small toothy smirk creeping onto his face. It peeked just a little bit over his knee. Ever since Deku claimed he would not leave his side again, Katsuki decided that it would fair if the little freak suffered a bit. They haven’t been out lately. Deku stayed unusually reserved about his hunger pains. Katsuki knew they were there. He could feel them even now as the scent of his blood surrounded them both. His stomach was twisted into painful knots and occasional sharp striking pain. Deku was not as good at keeping up a poker face than Katsuki was. The other boy looked paler, thinner, sicker since Katsuki restricted their outings.

As if knowing, Deku didn’t even bother asking for his leftovers.

Sakura is slightly worried about the whole ordeal. She’s been trying to get Deku to eat more. She’s offered him everything that a normal person would eat if one were sick. That only made things worse, but Deku ate it with a wobbly smile and little comment.

The red on Katsuki’s hands were beginning to clot.

The air burning more than fire.

He rinsed his hands before bandaging the remaining fingers.

Deku had cleaned up their evidence.

“There you are! I asked Katsuki if you were in there. I made more soup for you.” There was a slight downward turn in Deku’s smile. Sakura totally misinterpreted the frown. “Don’t worry, I tried a new recipe– ”

The kids at school made it obvious that they noticed his new bandages.

The girls still whispered behind the safety of their cliques.

The boys were quick to make jokes – but never to his face.

His temper was barely kept under control.

Sakura would offer him a new first aid kit when he came over.

His therapist had only glanced at his wrapped fingers before politely ignoring them until Katsuki brought it up. Jokes on her.

He never did…

His parents weren’t like everyone else. He couldn’t ignore their looks forever. They stayed home more. They kept their door open at night now. Every time Katsuki decided to leave his room, they were there. He had anticipated his mom bringing it up, but instead it was his dad. Even though he was young, his parents told him that his room was his. The only times they would come in his room was to drop something off that was his, to wake him up or if they were invited. The older he’s got the less those things happened, so it was a surprise to come into his room after hanging out at Sakura’s to find his dad sitting by his computer.

He had been reading a book before the blond had slammed the door open.

Deku was trailing behind him in sluggish movements.

His fingers had fresh bandages in them.

“Katsuki, you know we love you right?” His father was leaning forward in his chair. The book was left forgotten on the desk. He could hear his mom moving from her hiding spot by the counter.

“Yeah.” He made it a point to look his father in the eyes. Tried real hard to get them to understand that he understood.

“And when you hurt, we hurt.” Deku had crawled up behind the blond. As if seeking out his pounding heart.

“Yeah.”

His dad’s dull eyes glanced down at his bandaged fingers. “I know its been a hard few years, but I hope you know that your mother and me love you dearly. You’re our only son.”

That last line made a sharp prick in his eye.

He hoped they didn’t look glassy.

Deku was hugging him harder.

“I know.”

A glance went to his fingers again before dropping down to the floor.

Sigh…”If you need anything – anything at all – you can come to us, Katsuki.” His father approached him with open arms before bending down and hugging him. It was encompassing, but not suffocating like Deku’s hugs could be.

Water was threatening to spill over the line.

“I know, thanks Dad.”

His father pulled away some to really look at him.

Deku had refused to let go of Katsuki during the sappy family hug. Instead the little shit got closer than Katsuki could imagine. He could feel Deku’s embrace in his bones.

“Try to take care, Katsuki. You feel a little cold.”

And like that, his dad was walking out the room. Katsuki could hear a “Just give him time.”

Just give him time…

Time for what?

Deku was quick to seep out of his bones. Big green eyes were staring up at him from the spot on the floor. He looked like a broken doll from Katsuki’s position, unnatural pose with clothes too big for him. His pale skin show cased the faded scars on his shoulder.

“What you lookin’ at?”

There was no answer.

Instead, Deku took it upon himself to crawl over to Katsuki. He took the blond’s hand into his scarred pale one, before bringing it to his lips.

“Ah…”

The feeling creeping behind Katsuki was familiar. Something felt like it was wrapping around him, something felt like it was behind him, but all there was…was a Deku in front of him. He remembered the feel of his tongue, remembered seeing the rows of teeth, the sharp pain before cutting his wrist and the blinding shock that came with losing his finger.

He could feel that pain even now.

“Fuck off!”

Katsuki ripped his hand away. The bandages were damp, but undisturbed. Deku only looked at him with pitiful eyes and a wobbling frown. Black tears welled at the corner of his eyes, threatening to spill over. There was no sound; no whimpering, no snotty crying or godforsaken pleading. Deku just curled into himself on the tiny carpet in his room. His back turned on Katsuki.

He was probably crying…

Good for him

Not like he cared

Why should he care after what he did to Katsuki?

The black tears pulled memory from the back of his mind. He couldn’t place it exactly, but maybe he’s seen that before…

Whatever

The stomach pains were ignored for tonight. It wasn’t like he was going to die from missing a meal or three. He threw off his clothes, leaving him in only an under shirt and his boxers. It might have been a little too early to go to sleep if the bleeding 9:00 on his night stand was anything to go by but fuck it. He’s been too damn tired to deal with everyone else’s shit. Maybe tomorrow would be better.

After turning off the lights and getting into a comfortable position, Katsuki left the blanket on the other side of the bed turned down for Deku.

Its not like the little shit needed to sleep.

He had no idea why he even bothered.

“Come on, I’m trying to go to sleep.”

There was some movement behind him before the bed dipped under the weight of Deku.

It was the last sensation before Katsuki drifted off.

“I like this one!” Katsuki looked over to a smiling Izuku holding up a comic book with All Might from the golden era. “I love the cape, but I like his new look now.”

The blond took the book. It was in a plastic sleeve but had an obvious ‘Do not take out’ sticker on the front. He glanced right…then left.

Fuck rules, right?

“Kacchan!”

“Keep quiet, damn it.” He took the book out the cover and sneaked Izuku to the corner of the shop. They carefully flipped through the pages, marveling at the fully colored pages and cool poses. Izuku was trying hard to keep his smiling down. Katsuki could admit it was a little contagious. He had a smile of his own that he was trying to hide.

“Did you want to come over after this?”

Katsuki caught the way Izuku bit into his lip. It was a bad habit, but Katsuki couldn’t stop staring. “You’re going to get us caught, Deku. Shut up.” In a quieter voice, he said “Yeah.”

He sent a text to his mom that he was going to be having dinner at Izuku’s. Hell, his mom would have probably kicked him out if it meant that they would hang out some more. His mom called Izuku her second son, but when she said it Katsuki couldn’t help but feel there was a little more to that statement.

Ugh! If they had went to his house, the blond was 100% sure his mom would just make them pose for more pictures.

They spent most of the afternoon ogling stuff in their local book store. They couldn’t buy anything. Izuku didn’t get his allowance until Monday and Katsuki spent all his money on spicy red gum.

They could goof around in the mall, but that was kind of pointless with no money.

Instead, they chose to walk around the neighborhood until they called it quits. Izuku’s motor mouth was working at top speeds so Katsuki just chose to listen. The sun was shining above them and it was just the right temperature outside. Something Katsuki was grateful for because his palms weren’t excessively sweaty today. It was something he didn’t like talking about and something Izuku was polite enough not to mention it when Katsuki would grab his wrist to drag him somewhere.

When they reached Izuku’s place, they made their way to the backyard. The other boy was still going on and on about some super hero fight he caught a glimpse of. “It was so cool, Kacchan! The villain could control the speed of the people around him. It was great. Speedster…you know him, right? Oh, of course you would– anyway Speedster was in a real bind and then this new rookie came to the rescues. His name was –”

Motor mouth working at full speed.

Katsuki chose to sit and listen quietly.

They were both sitting in the grass. Katsuki idly plucked at a few strands before lighting them up with controlled sparks. His red eyes slid over to Izuku, who was talking animatedly with their hands. His eyes traveled down, first taking in how his green eyes were still too big for his face after hitting an early growth spurt. His freckles seem to stand out more during the summer.

His lips were pinker too…

“Katsuki! Izuku! Dinner will be ready soon.” A soft feminine called out to them from the balcony.

“Ok, Mom!”

The curly haired boy was looking behind Katsuki and smiling up at the motherly voice. Katsuki caught Izuku’s hand rubbing at the back of his neck before twirling a piece of hair at his nape. There was a slight redness to the other’s face. His green eyes were angled down and away from the blond.

It only made Katsuki stare harder.

Had there always been scars on Izuku’s hands?

“Hey, Kacchan?” Izuku’s voice took on a quiet tone. Katsuki liked to call it Izuku’s baby voice. He sounded so quiet; like he wanted to tell a secret…or ask about a secret.

“What is it, Deku?” He tried to appear open like his dad taught him.

“You’re going to be the greatest hero, right?” Green eyes were shyly looking away from Katsuki’s red. The coy act was starting to get on Katsuki’s nerves a bit. He wasn’t one to pussy foot around.

“Of – fucking – course, De-ku.” He leaned a little bit closer into the other’s space. Their knees were touching.

Starling green eyes with elongated pupils stared up at Katsuki through thick black lashes.

The sun was out, and snow began to fall around them. The little flakes melted when they touched Izuku and him, but it seemed to stick to the grass…collecting.

“I just worry you might get hurt, Kacchan.” Slightly sharper teeth were biting into a worn lip. Izuku wasn’t looking at him again. No matter how much he hid, Katsuki could see the redness gathering at freckled cheeks.

“I ain’t gonna get hurt, you nerd.” He tried to match the other’s tone, but it seemed like his voice wasn’t made for such softness. His developing voice came out in a raspy kind of way. Red was trying to catch green.

“I just want to hel–” Katsuki could see the change in Izuku’s eyes. He was preparing himself for something. The sun was disappearing, only leaving the summer night and snow fall in its wake. “Kacchan…” Izuku was staring at him now. Katsuki could see his reflection in those big eyes. The smaller of the two moved even closer. The blond could feel two scarred hands caressing the side of his face.

They stayed that way for a bit.

…Just staring at each other as the wind tussled their hair and the snow creating a blank world around them.

I’m sorry

Kacchan

Izuku was the one to serge forward, connecting their lips.

They had no idea what they were doing. Katsuki copied what he saw on tv and from a few videos he saw on the internet. They smashed their lips together in hopes of connecting better. Katsuki chose a better angle to breath while still being connected to Izuku’s chapped lips.

The other’s hands were gliding through his unruly locks. One hand was playing with the hair at his nape, while the other was holding on to the thickest part of his hair. Katsuki’s hands naturally fell to Izuku’s waist. He even brought them closer.

After experimenting with a few nips and a daring tongue swipe from Izuku, Katsuki decided to open his mouth the next time the green-eyed boy thought to tease his lips.

Sweet

Sugar

Too sweet

Katsuki felt like a mass of syrup entered his mouth.

He wanted to throw up.

The hands around Izuku’s waist gripped tighter and tried to push the other boy away before they both regret it, but no matter how much Katsuki tried he could not push Izuku away.

His stomach lurched, and his chest followed the movement, Izuku’s tongue seemed to take up most of his mouth. The sick sweet taste coated his tongue and began making it way down Katsuki’s throat.

Reflexively, Katsuki hands began to warm and spark. Small explosions detonated near Izuku and soon enough on his skin.

His chest was feeling tight and his mouth too full. He couldn’t swallow the mass of syrup.

He couldn’t breathe

He. Could. Not. Breathe.

Before Katsuki’s eyes could roll into the back of his head. Izuku pulled away.

Almost sleepy green eyes peered at Katsuki’s own wide red ones. The fullness to Katsuki’s stomach was leaving as well as the tightness to his throat. It wasn’t hard to see the culprit. The more Izuku pulled back the more of his tongue went with him. Katsuki watched with wide eyes as more and more of Izuku’s tongue pulled out of his mouth. When the pink tip of Izuku’s tongue was back in his own mouth, Katsuki could breathe again.

I want to help you

“Sleep well?” Sakura was munching on a bowl of cereal. She had offered to make breakfast, but Katsuki wasn’t feeling up to it. He didn’t want anything sweet. He didn’t want to eat anything at all. His stomach was crawling ever since he woke up.

They sat at Sakura’s tiny kitchen table, with Katsuki’s face resting on the cool surface.

When Katsuki had gotten up that morning he thought about the faded dream that lingered at the back of his mind. That train of thought was quickly forgotten when Katsuki realized how much his fucking stomach hurt. His mouth was dry with thick saliva and just the thought of eating made his stomach jolt. It wasn’t like the previous stomach pains. He could ignore then while eating something. These got worse the more he moved, thought or ignored it. His parents could tell something was wrong with him, but thankfully his dad was the one to stop his mom from doing something rash.

He could handle this.

What was a little pain?

One his way to school, however, he realized he wouldn’t have the patience to deal with his classmates. His mouth and fingers ached at the thought of their whispers.

His leg bounced at the thought of those little bitches.

Did they seriously think he couldn’t hear them?

They must know that he could.

They were always so fucking l o u d.

So instead of going to school, he decided to hop on the train and visit Sakura…with Deku in tow. The other was once again doing everything Katsuki asked like he was supposed to. Sakura wasn’t really surprised to see him. She kind of had a blank stare when she opened the door for them. They didn’t exchange greeting. She went back into her room to sleep the morning away or god knows whatever else while Katsuki tried to gain some more sleep on her old ass couch.

That shit didn’t last long.

Katsuki was up and rushing to the bathroom where he missed the damn toilet. Reds, browns and even blacks decorated the floor in a mess of layered liquids. The smell made Katsuki’s stomach lurch again and again and again.

He was in the bathroom longer than he would have liked.

Thankfully, the noise didn’t wake up the faux pink haired girl. She usually slept like the dead and if her eyes were anything to go by, Katsuki knew that she would be sleeping extra hard for the next few hours.

Deku was peeking at him through the doorway.

“Don’t just fucking stand there, get the fucking mop.”

There was more.

While Deku was being a worthless Deku in trying to get him a fucking mop, the blond couldn’t help noticing the small protrusions standing out in the mess. They were oddly shaped and had a whitish color to them.

Katsuki stuck his bandaged fingers into his mouth and moved around.

He counted…

One

Two

Three

Three teeth were missing in the back of his mouth.

What a fucking joke...

It’s so fucking funny!

“It’s so fucking funny, Deku!” He slammed his other hand on the counter with so much force that the mirror rattled. Deku tried to make himself smaller in approaching Katsuki.

It didn’t fucking matter...

None of this fucking mattered!

With a flurry of movement, Katsuki was rummaging through the medicine cabinet. Make-up kits, plan b pills, birth control, unmarked pills and other shit spilling onto the floor. He’ll clean everything fucking later. He didn’t want to hear any bitching.

He grabbed the scissors out of the small first aid kit. He could just burn the bandages off, but Katsuki shouldn’t rely on his quirk when he was in this mood. He cut the bandages with rushed fingers before moving on to the next finger. His eyes didn’t linger. He needed to see everything all at once.

There where his nail bed used to be bare were nails.

Fully grown nails…

Katsuki wasn’t sure if he could call them nails. They didn’t look anything like his dull translucent nails. They were harder. The blond could barely tell when his ‘nails’ touched the surface of the bathroom sink. He tapped them against the sink at different speeds and pressure, trying to feel the light vibrating sensation that he once took for granted.

The color was very off. They were darker, almost a translucent grey or perhaps black.

The each tip had a small point.

If Katsuki was being honest with himself, he would say that these new ‘nails’ looked a lot like claws.

How very comforting...

His stomach clenched, and he dry heaved into the sink.

Deku was watching him through the mirror with a strained smiled.

“It’s ok, Kacchan”

“Shut the fuck up, Deku!”

So, by the time Sakura was back to the land of the living, Katsuki and Deku had both cleaned up the mess and decided to relax in different rooms…or more like Katsuki telling Deku to stay in the living room while he sat in the kitchen. Deku’s skin was cool just like the table Katsuki was using to rest his head on, but right now Katsuki did not want to see the little fucking creep.

He’d rather focus on something else, like Sakura eating sugary cereal late in the afternoon or the jarring music coming from the girl’s mini stereo.

Sakura went about her daily routine of doing fuck all.

She sang in the shower and played dress up for a bit.

She didn’t mention Katsuki’s stomach or his new nails.

What she instead did was approach Deku, who was watching TV in the living room. Katsuki could hear those two fuckers. It wasn’t like they were quiet.

Katsuki just closed his eyes.

It felt like a blink, but in reality, it must have been an hour or three because Sakura was sitting down at the table again with a stupid grin on her face. Her hazel eyes weren’t exactly clear, but Katsuki knew she knew what she was doing. She was wearing normal clothes for once…nothing too tight and nothing grossly baggy. Her wild thick faded pink locks were straightened and fed through the back of a baseball cap in a high ponytail. Her make-up was less dramatic with most of the attention being drawn to her lips.

Something seemed off…

Deku was standing next to Sakura holding a bag with a familiar logo on the front. The other boy was gently offering him the bag. A small unsure wobbling smile was dancing on Deku’s face. His eyes were slightly glassy. Katsuki could just imagine that the other was thinking about another rejection.

His chest clenched at the thought.

He wanted to throw up again.

Katsuki grit his remaining teeth. His tongue automatically running over the holes.

“What’s this?”

Sakura glanced at Deku first before looking at Katsuki.

Deku decided that a cat got his tongue, because he wasn’t saying anything.

That wasn’t true, he wasn’t saying words, but the blond could easily read his eyes. They were still forever big and glassy. They looked like they were pleading for something. Katsuki could list at least three things Deku would want so much that he would have to beg for it.

Katsuki wanted to hear from Deku’s mouth.

It was the least the little fucker could do.

Instead of looking at Sakura, Katsuki made it a point to stare at Deku and only Deku. His glare was one to make most people avoid him. He got it from his mom. She had the perfect technique for making someone crack. Red eyes continued to stare unblinkingly at Deku’s green.

“I thought Kacchan would like an early gift to make him feel better.” Shaky hands presented the book that was in the bag. It was the collector’s All Might art design book. It was the same gift Katsuki was thinking about getting Deku.

Stupid little booger...

He got a few chuckles from staring at the gift. It wasn’t even his birthday…what the hell Deku...

He accepted the book.

His stomach clenched, and he could taste copper in his mouth.

“Let’s go out tonight, Deku.”

Now there was a smile if Katsuki ever saw one.

Notes:

Sakura used her looks and skill and conned the poor cashier into giving her the book for free.
Sorry if it seemed like this chapter was all over the place. I'm really tired while typing this so forgive me.
Summary
-katsuki being an emotional prick
-his family is worried
-katsuki dreams of a reality he wants but Izuku fucks that up
-Izuku shoved his tongue down Katsuki's throat literally to deliver...jump starting the change
-his body is finally changing for...
Thank you guys for reading, tell me what you think.
Listened to a lot of future funk, chillwave, jack stauber and some other stuff.
lyrics from jack stauber's two times.
P.S thank you guys for reading my hurried Halloween one-shot! You guys rock. Still working on the other one-shot.

Chapter 11: Vacation Part 1

Notes:

Greeting!
I say it a lot, but I do mean it.
Like look at those kudos, those bookmarks, the comments and oh my goodness...all those hits! Oh my God! Seriously, thanks for adding me to your reading list, spreading the word on your Tumblr accounts and Twitter feeds. It's all very sweet and I'm so happy.
You guys comments keep me going. I'm happy that people actually like Sakura. I don't know if she's an OC or not but I know some people don't like them. Sorry for being gone. I picked up a temporary gig, but its back to job hunting.
I love this story so much that I might be willing to reconstruct it into a real original work, so thank you for saying that it could be something more.
Please enjoy! I'll have some more stuff to say at the bottom.

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Chapter Text

“Aren’t you cold? Its like thirty-two degrees.” A shivering Sakura led the way through the shopping center. She was dressed modestly for the most part. If she was so cold, Katsuki didn’t understand why she wouldn’t wear real pants. She had plenty of baggy pants, but instead she chose to wear shorts paired with tights, long boots, a short coat and a thick scarf with a hat. She was so bundled up, Katsuki wondered how she wasn’t hot.

“My quirk helps keep me warm.” Unlike Sakura, Katsuki had on a light jacket. Deku was wearing his signature hoodie.

“So fucking lucky.” She looked at all the stores.

“Where to first?”

She looked back at them.

Deku looked at him.

Katsuki eyed them both. “I don’t know. I don’t have much.”

Hazel eyes stared off into the distance. “Moms usually like jewelry or something pretty, but from what you’ve told me about your mom…she’s not that kind of woman. So maybe a practical gift? Its cold at night and you said her and your dad usually have late meetings. Maybe a cool thermal cup…”

Great, she’s just as bad as Deku.

There was light snow fall. Nothing that would stick to the ground, but there was snow regardless. Deku was getting distracted easily by the soft snow fall. Katsuki was quick to grab the other’s hand and shove it into his pockets.

“What are you going to do for your break?”

Huh?

“Brat?”

“What?”

Sakura stopped and turned around to face him. She looked very much different when her hair wasn’t any shade of pink. Her hair remained big and frizzy underneath the hat, her locks were just as pale as Katsuki’s.

“You’re spacing out. What were you going to do for break?”

The smell of copper filled his nose.

“Nothing much. I didn’t plan on anything. Why?”

They resumed their walk with Sakura leading the way. They passed a bunch of people. The streets were crowded and too many people were going the same way they were, but none of that mattered with Deku and Katsuki around. Most people subconsciously moved out of their way. If Sakura noticed, she didn’t let on. The walked into one of the stores. It was a cool novelty shop with random whatnot around. There were a few mecha models Katsuki was sure his dad would like for a small gift, but the price was anything but small…so they walked on.

“I won’t be here for New Years. I have a party I’m going to. In fact, I’ll be gone for a few days. Just wanted to give you a heads up.” Katsuki gave a small nod in acknowledgement. He had the keys to her apartment, so it wasn’t that big of a deal.

“Fine.”

“Want to split up?” She was already backing up into the crowd before he could answered.

“Sure.”

…And she’s gone.

Katsuki went off in the opposite direction. He didn’t feel like shopping at the crowded stores. He took a few turns and found himself on a street with more mom and pop shops than big commercial retail stores. Deku was ogling all the open shop windows. After walking in and immediately out of some stores due to how expensive some shit was, Katsuki pulled Deku into a second-hand tech shop.

The owner was fixing a watch, so he paid Katsuki little mind as they walked around. There was a bunch of random crap from cellphones, laptops, mechanical parts, and piles of crap that you had to look through. Katsuki found what looked to be a gauntlet of some kind.

The door jiggled and a sly voice greeted the only three people in the store, but from the surprised look of the newcomer it seems that he wasn’t expecting anyone else to be in the store besides the owner. The man passed up Katsuki with his lazy gait. He reeked of cologne and cigarettes.

“Oi, Naoki-chan, still working on that watch, eh?” The newcomer leaned over the counter to get a better look, but the worker was quick to let their annoyance be known. Katsuki could hear the harsh sigh and the sound of a chair scraping against the concrete floor.

“Giran, I’m busy. Your stuff is in the back. No one came in today if that’s what your wondering.” There was a pause. “At least, no one asking for you.”

There was a heavy thump.

“Ah, Naoki-chan, you always make my day. You even added the little details I asked.” There was the sound of metal being shifted around. “How much do I owe you for doing this on such a short notice?”

A small drill was going off. “You pay me the usual, but you have to stop telling me to do things at the last minute. I still have regular customers and random stuff I have to finish up here. I’m by myself, Giran, so it would be nice if you stopped breaking my balls with spontaneous orders.”

“Hmmm…no promises." Something heavy hit the counter top. "I threw in a little extra anyway since you won’t tell me a number.” The man turned around and eyed Katsuki. “Since when do you let kids shop here?”

“Money’s money, Giran.” The owner said shuffling a stack of notes into a drawer before he went back to working on the watch.

The older man eyed Katsuki for a minute longer. Katsuki saw that he was missing a tooth.“Whatever, Ja ne.”

The strange smelly man with the grey hair left with a large duffel bag.

Color Katsuki curious.

“What cha workin’ on?” Katsuki made it a point to make eye contact when he walked up to the counter. He wanted the other to take him seriously. Red eyes took in the other’s hand. The drill sound was coming from the man’s pointer finger.

“A watch, but is there something I can do for you.” This Naoki had stopped everything to look at Katsuki…waiting for an answer.

“Actually,” The watch they were working on was pretty nice. It had a little worn, but had a well cared for leather strap and the face looked a little bit complex, but it was something his dad was into. “how much for the watch?”

The other stared at the watch while pushing back their wild short hair.

“It doesn’t work and if I were to finish trying to fix it – which I doubt I can do right now – I don’t think it would last long.”

“Don’t care. How much for that broke ass watch?”

A slow smile spread its way across white teeth. “Since you don’t care, that would be 1630.62¥.”

“But its broke.”

“And the leather is real.”

“It doesn’t do the one thing its made to do. 1087.08¥.”

There was a small chuckle from the man. “I like you. Come by my shop if you ever want something…you can’t find in other stores.” He wrapped the watch and its components in a bag before placing it in a box. “That will be 1087.08¥.”

Katsuki tossed him a few notes and coins.

“Later, Naoki-chan.” The faint smile immediately turned to a frown.

“Get going brat.”

Katsuki dragged Deku back to the front of the shop, looking at it with new eyes before going out the door.

Dad down, three more to go.

He pulled Deku back through the popular part of the shopping district.

He bought mom fancy chocolates, Sakura some leg warmers and Deku a little bracelet. Granted, it was a buy one get one free deal so Deku picked up one with Katsuki’s. The bracelets were super simple with only three beads and a strong braided rope. Deku was proudly wearing a bracelet that had two black glass beads and one orange one while Katsuki slipped on the one that had a green bead.

“You guys are so cute. You’re matching.” Sakura said as they met her at the crepe stand. She had two shopping bags with her and that was it. Katsuki was expecting more from her. She handed him a little box and told him to open it when he got home, while the blond shoved a feminine bag with blue tissue sticking out into her arms.

“That’s yours.”

“I figured, kiddo.”

“Great.”

She had a small smile looking down at the bag. That smile fell a little as she looked back at them. “I know you guys aren’t little, but you’ll be okay going home right?” She was eyeing Deku with concerned eyes.

“Yeah, we’ll make it home just fine. What do you take us for?”

Of course, the answer wasn’t killers, but that was a word that popped up in Katsuki’s head as they parted ways.

They weren’t going home right away. Instead, Katsuki decided to visit a familiar side of town. Deku had more pep in his step as he caught on to what they were doing. His green eyes were back-lit. It was a starling color. Katsuki was reminded of a fish that acted a lot like Deku. What was its name?

Angel fish?

No, that wasn't right.

Deku was wandering off. He was probably following the sounds Katsuki was hearing from a near by alley. Deku's body shifted to match the shadows. It stretched and darkened until it became this abstract thing that began merging with the floor. There was a small voice in the back of Katsuki's head that told him he should be worried. Such thoughts were common, but he wasn't going to deal with that. Deku promised him that he would never leave again. Katsuki would be sure Deku kept his promise.

Katsuki's grip around the bags tightened.

It took ten minutes.

He fiddled with the broke watch for the time being. It was a lovely watch. The face just needed to be polished and then it would look like new.

Kacchan?

Katsuki looked up. Deku stood before him in all his massive glory. Only the middle eye was open. It stared at the watch in Katsuki’s hand. Red eyes were quick to level to Deku’s emaciated torso. With a body like his, Katsuki wondered how much he would have to eat to at least look a little healthier.

I fix

Let me fix

Let me help, Kacchan

A long tendril gently took the watch from Katsuki. It was engulfed in its darkness before the blond had a say, but it was given back before Katsuki had to worry about finding another gift. Deku bled the watch back to him. It slipped back into his hands. The metal was a little cold to the touch, but the face of the watch was now showing the correct time. The little hands were ticking away.

A much smaller body collided with his in a big embrace. Katsuki could smell copper on Deku, but he said nothing.

“I told you I could fix it!”

Katsuki returned the hug with the watch in his hand. His face found itself in a bed of soft curls.

“Yeah, you did. Come on. I have to wrap this before they get home.”

“Okay!”

“What a way to start your break, brat.” His mom sat on the couch looking at the chocolates he gave her. She was already untying the ribbon to try a piece, while his dad quietly admired to watch he got from his spot next to his mother.

“You really didn’t have to.”

“I did it because I fucking wanted to. It wasn’t a big deal.”

“I’ll let your smart mouth go this time but remember…language.”

“Whatever.”

Katsuki sat on the floor by the TV with Deku. His nails were curled into the carpet. He had asked Sakura if she would let him have one of her many bottles of nail polish. She didn’t bat an eye at the strange request. She just told him to tell her which one he took. With the rainbow on her dresser, Katsuki took the one that most closely resembled his new nail color. He placed it by his computer. It wasn’t hidden nor was it out in the open. He wasn’t sure if his parents were convinced, but they seemed to be a little happier that he wasn’t wearing his bandages.

When Katsuki had presented his gifts to his parents, they presented their own gifts. He got a new jacket from his father with special gloves that neutralized his sweat while keeping warm. His mom got him a new fighting game for his console.

His parents talked for a bit while they ate dinner. His mom had been sipping too much wine which left her more docile. She didn’t say much when Katsuki ate just a little bit of food or when Katsuki excused himself to his room.

Deku was rolling around on his sheets when the blond decided to finally open the gift he got. The box was white with the picture of the product. A very famous logo stuck out to him as he ripped open the box. There was a manual, the mp3, some headphones and a few other things.

She had got him a Walkman that rivaled her own favorite music device.

From the quality of it, Katsuki was sure the Sakura did not pay with cash. If she did, she was stupid.

There was a little note on the back with a little baggy. In her handwriting was a short note:

Thought you would like your own tunes. I’ll start you off.

The baggy held a little SD card. Instead of charging it like the instructions told him to, he started up the Walkman. It had just a little bit of juice…enough to see what she had on the card. He plopped it in and started scrolling through the songs. Most of it was in English, some of it was in Japanese, but a surprising amount was from languages Katsuki could only take a guess at. The genres were labeled and Katsuki didn’t know where to start. He clicked on something and drums started him off. It was an upbeat song, yet it sounded a little off.

He spent the rest of the night scrolling through songs with Deku.

Notes:

The song Katsuki started was Helena Beat by Foster the People.
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Tell me your thoughts if you have any. Sorry about the short chapter. I ended up typing most of chapter 12 only to realize I didn't go over certain scenes. So, I back tracked and ended up splitting this into 2 or 3 parts because I didn't want the fluff to be ruined.
We have a new character that is not in my hero or the vigilantes manga.
Naoki is a 20 something that dropped out of Shiketsu high school's support division when he realized he didn't care about being a hero. He owns a small second hand tech shop that is on the less popular side of the shopping district, but most of his money is made by being one of Giran's favorite suppliers. He specialized in making support gear for the black market. His quirk is dubbed Swiss Army Knife. His hands or fingers can turn into a useful unbreakable tool.
Edit; Thank you for those who answered my question. I thought as much.
Question: should I name my chapters?

Chapter 12: Vacation Part 2

Notes:

Two chapters in one month! I feel good!
Please excuse any spelling or grammar mistakes. If you find some just point it out and I'll fix it.
Enjoy!

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Chapter Text

On a lazy Saturday morning, Katsuki spent his time in the living room. He left Deku in the bed in favor of sitting on the couch listening to music while the rest of the house slept in. He had always been an early riser, and this was the first time, in a long while, where he didn’t feel like shit waking up.

In the spur of the moment, Katsuki got ready for the day and went out for a run.

The weather wasn’t really that cold, but the lack of direct sunlight made the winds chillier.

With only the sound of his feet hitting the pavement and the soft whispers of a singing voice through his headphones, Katsuki realized that there was not another presence with him. No arm was hanging off his shoulder, no whiny voice begging for attention and no pleading eyes were in his face. Deku wasn’t with him and he didn’t have some weird feeling in his chest now.

I love you

Kacchan

What the fuck does that even mean, anyway?

Katsuki found himself slowing down by the beach. His hands reached up to comb through his hair, lightly pulling at the strands as he looked at the super trashed beach. It would be a cool place to train, but people were such assholes.

He found himself wondering if Deku could swim.

Has the other ever been swimming?

Katsuki pulled at his hair in frustration. Why the fuck should he even care? Deku was a stupid super freak. He could probably do it if he put his mind to it. Hell, the little shit would gladly jump in the water if Katsuki told him to.

After a while, the blond found himself sitting down on an old turned over refrigerator looking at the smooth pull of the ocean. It was starting to get really cold. It was probably because of the cold metal biting Katsuki through his jogging pants or maybe it was his sweat evaporating the longer he stayed in his head.

“You looked a little troubled, young man.”

The sound of a foreign voice triggered a continuous flash from Katsuki’s hands. They were raised and ready to blow up what ever creep decided to sneak up on him. He was tired of that type of opening line. He’s seen it more times than he would have liked.

‘Deku isn’t here’ flashed in the back of his mind, but that was crazy. He didn’t need fucking Deku. He could and has handled himself very well on his own. He was going to be the number one hero god-dammit! He didn’t need such a freak to back him up. Taking in his opponent, he held his hands poised and ready to fire. The sound of the voice led his eyes to a weird skeleton of a man sitting on a rotting tire. His blond hair was blowing gently in the breeze. He hadn’t made a move to get up from his spot – even though Katsuki was now sweating more and more to burn him to a crisp.

“I’m sorry if I startled you.” He looked at his hands before slowly folding then in his lap. The man looked as if his face was being weighed down by grief and yet he looked thoughtful and relaxed despite Katsuki aiming his quirk at his head. “I called out to you a few times. I apologize, I know it is not my business, but you looked a little lost.” His eyes were so sullen that all the blond could make out was his blue eye color.

“I ain’t lost, old man.”

“Yes, I’m sorry. It was wrong to assume.” He looked like he wanted to say more but stop himself.

The man wasn’t getting up from his spot. He just sat there looking constipated. “What the fuck you want old man?” Katsuki shouted. He made himself loud and presented himself with all the confidence he knew he had. This fucker wasn’t going to do anything and if he did Katsuki would handle it. He deactivated his quirk, but his hands continued to sweat heavily.

Of course, the old geezer was shocked by his language, but that wasn’t why he looked a little unsure of himself. “I recognized you…from a few years back. I wanted to know if you and your brother were okay after the slime monster attack. I saw that All Might saved you, but you didn’t go to the hospital. I was just wondering if you and your little brother were ok after all that.” The older man looked away. “That was a lot for children to go through.”

Little brother?

Slime monster?

The urge to touch his throat was strong, but Katsuki let the memories fade. He could breath and that was all in the past.

He’ll kill anything that tries to do such a thing again.

He has killed those that had tried.

“You a stalker, old man?” Katsuki detonated his quirk a few times while staring the man down. “That’s pretty creepy, you freak.”

The man was in obvious distress as he raised his hand and frantically tried to explain to Katsuki that wasn’t the case. The old perv told him that he was just a bystander that happened to catch the last bit where All Might came to the rescue. His story seemed odd and Katsuki felt that the older man was still holding something back.

“If you were there, why didn’t you ask then? Why didn’t you try to be the hero?” Katsuki taunted.

The man stiffened and looked a little ashamed. He took a minute before saying that he was quirkless. He looked like he was a little unsure and his heart rate was beating a little faster than normal so Katsuki was sure this man was lying. The blond took a small whiff…or maybe he wasn’t lying. The man smelt different than other people. He didn’t smell like most of those walking around.

Injured

Sick

Dying

His stomach was twisting at the subtle knowledge.

“Whatever…you probably would have gotten in the way.” The sun was peeking through the clouds, giving some semblance of warmth this winter morning. He should be heading back.

The dying man didn’t argue with him. “But, you and your brother are ok, right?” This man looked so concerned with Katsuki’s life that it was almost comical. Another thing that was funny was the man referring to Deku as his younger brother. Brother was not even the last thing to come to Katsuki’s mind when it came to useless creepy Deku. Every single questionable moment they shared was anything, but brotherly. Human connections didn’t seem to correctly describe what they were.

“Yeah, old man. We’re fine.”

Katsuki just jogged off. He didn’t care to hear from the old man anymore.

When he got home, drenched in sweat and headphones blasting, he made his way to the kitchen. Standing at the entrance, Katsuki froze.

Deku was hovering over his mother’s shoulder as she went about the kitchen cooking this and that. Normally child-like eyes were held in some form of hyper focus. It reminded Katsuki of a predator. Slit like pupils followed every hand movement.

His mother was not aware of the heavy presence that was Deku.

His focus was so strong that Katsuki entering the house did nothing in breaking it.

It was only when Katsuki made purposeful loud steps did both his mom and Deku look up. Deku’s expression was expected. His eyes lit up and he graced Katsuki with his big face splitting smile. Red eyes could almost make out the pointed teeth threatening to expose themselves through Deku’s stretched lips.

…Katsuki was reminded of his own teeth at that moment.

His mom’s expression was unexpected. Her cheeks were turning a light shade of pink as she went to cover what she had been working on, but it was too late. There were too many signs that gave her away. His nose picked up a sweet yet spicy aroma that took over the kitchen. There was an open book on the counter that looked suspiciously like a cooking guide. Katsuki could even see a muted instructional video playing on his mom’s phone on the counter.

The final piece of evidence, the biggest one, was that his mom was doing a piss poor job at hiding the cooling ginger bread men from him.

“Can I help you, twerp?”

He said nothing until Deku made his way towards him. “No…later.”

With his hands shoved into his pockets, Katsuki made his way to his room.

Just after shutting his door, slightly cold hands slowly wound around his neck. Katsuki could feel Deku’s body pressed up against his back. With Deku’s feet still not touching the ground, he leaned a little bit more on the blond. Katsuki decided to let Deku continue with his touchy-feely bullshit.

Katsuki felt a hand in his hair, one at his should, something brushing his neck and another guiding his head to the side.

“I have a surprise for Kacchan!”

The slight petting of his hair didn’t feel too bad…

“Where is it, shitty Deku?”

Katsuki felt his eyes slipping close.

“I don’t have it yet, please be patience with me.” With Deku’s voice so close to his ear, Katsuki had to urge to sit down. His legs carried him to his bed, where he flopped back onto the soft mattress. With his eyes still closed, Katsuki melted into the mattress. He felt Deku straddling him.

Two clawed hands traveled up Katsuki’s shoulders, up his neck and combed through his hair some more. For his ever-changing weight, Deku felt very heavy and very much solid sitting on him. “I’ve been practicing for so long. I wanted to get it right, Kacchan. I have to get it right for you.”

A cold forehead laid against Katsuki’s hot one.

Must get it right

Because…

…Kacchan is perfect

“Kacchan will get to see…”

A laziness was overtaking Katsuki’s mind. His body felt relaxed and he wanted to go to sleep. Deku continued to nuzzle his neck and chest like a touch starved cat. His longer nails were clawing at Katsuki’s jogging jacket. At everything that was happening, the blond couldn’t help but chuckle at the man’s earlier statement.

Younger brother?

Who…Deku?

Useless creepy Deku?

Whatever Deku saw when Katsuki opened his eyes made the other squeal in delight. Large slit like emerald eyes were staring at Katsuki’s crimson ones. The freak was going on and on about something, but the blond was drowning it out. His attention was more focused on what was happening behind Deku.

Deep black tendrils escaped from Deku’s back as they both sank deeper into the mattress. The other boy didn’t seem to care that they were sinking. Instead Deku just released Katsuki so that he could start talking with his hands. His movements were a fury of hand waving and gestures. In his excitement the slight shadows around them grew bigger and darker. It ate away any light and crept across the surfaces around Katsuki’s bedroom.

Deku’s appearance had slightly altered when Katsuki’s eyes came back to the other boy. The tips of Deku’s unruly curling hair were almost translucent and wispy as he moved. A slit peeked from underneath his curly bangs.

Shadows were making their way onto the bed.

Aren’t you excited?

With the room completely blacked out, all Katsuki could see were Deku’s luminous emerald eyes. The light bounced off the other’s pale cheeks and the blond felt some comfort in knowing that he was still looking at…this Deku.

Kacchan?

The slit seemed to tense before cracking open. A lazy heavy lidded third eye glared at him. It looked considerably different when compared to the other two. Deku’s eyes when aimed at him were always filled with so much emotion. Katsuki could usually read the other like an open book…but this was different. It stared at Katsuki like it was measuring his worth.

It was judgmental.

He never received such a look from Deku before.

Knots were tying in his stomach. His hands gripped and clenched at his duvet to busy himself. A small trickle of something wet trailed down his lip.

Blood, his brain supplied as he continued to dig his fang into his lip.

Katsuki knew the exact moment Deku became distracted. His cat like pupils grew larger before returning. The grip on Katsuki’s jacket tighten before releasing. For a slit second, Deku looked like he was going to faint with the way his head lolled back, and his eyes threaten to roll to the back of his head.

The third eye gave Katsuki one last measuring stare before slowly closing.

“Brat! Come down! Dinner is done!”

All at once, the darkness began to shed off the bed and walls. Dark tendrils crept back into Deku’s back and the little shit gained his composure. The room was back to normal with nothing but Katsuki’s bleeding lip being a reminder of what just happened.

With Deku crawling off of him, Katsuki turned his head towards his closed door before yelling that he’ll be down in a second.

Notes:

A few people have asked this so I'm going to say yes...sort of. Deku's age will mirror Katsuki's.
Katsuki is going through puberty and Deku's affections will increase cause of...(spoilers)
Thank you for reading!
Hopefully part 3 will be here sooner rather than later.
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Chapter 13: Vacation Part 3

Notes:

Funny story, this whole story was supposed to be 10k long...
Oh well, 100+ pages in and so much more to go and I want to say thank you all that has given the story a chance! I know horror isn't everyone's cup of tea or a not so nice Izuku, but thank you for all your support. I really appreciate everyone's comments, theories, kudos, and bookmarks.

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Chapter Text

“Break is almost over Katsuki, are you sure there’s no where you want to go or someone to visit?” His dad was sitting at the kitchen table tinkering away at some mech model his mom got him for Christmas. The old hag agreed in the background.

Katsuki had decided to spend the rest of his break not doing much. He worked out when he felt like it and went for runs in the morning, but apparently that didn’t count to his parents. His mom often asked if he wanted to call or text his friends, but Katsuki didn’t really have too many of those. The most action his phone got was a quick ‘Happy New Years’ from Sakura.

He didn’t reply.

The only other thing he did was catch up on playing video games and streaming shows. Sometimes, his dad would join him, but most of the time it was Deku snuggling into his arm when he chilled at home. Deku…did Deku things. If the creep wasn’t trying to monopolize Katsuki’s attention, then something else was keeping Deku entertained.

His mom blamed him for all the missing baked treats she had been ‘slaving’ over. So Katsuki was banned from the kitchen…no thanks to shitty Deku.

Katsuki had left the shit head upstairs. Deku hadn’t bothered to come downstairs, so the blond took his time to soak up the peace.

“No.” It was just that simple. He wasn’t friends with those losers at school. Why can’t his parents understand he was fine? His fingers clumsily tried to keep up their momentum as he tried to complete his combo in his fighting game. The new nails were hard to account for when button mashing. It was already annoying enough to play with a missing finger.

There was a sound of a mouth opening and closing. Katsuki wondered if it was his mom that wanted to continue the conversation.

The doorbell rang, and his mom told his dad to answer it.

Katsuki continued to mash the button on his controller. His eyes were trained on the TV in front of him, but his ears were listening.

He could hear his father’s heart rate picking up as well as a more calmer heartbeat at the door way.

His father was taking too long, so his mom impatiently washed her hands before leaving the kitchen to see what was taking his dad so long.

“Katsuki, come here! Now!”

He tossed the controller after pausing the game. His family was so bent out of shape for what–

At the genkan, was a small figure. His parents were too in shock to say much of anything. One quick glance and Katsuki could see his mom was ready to open her big mouth. The smile on her face was just too big not for her to. His father had a smaller smile on his face, but he said nothing.

“Is there anything I could get you, dear.”

“No, but thank you ma’am.” A soft feminine voice touched Katsuki’s ears.

“Oh, you’re so polite! No need to be so formal.” His mom looked back at him. “Actually, do you have the right address?”

“Yes, I’m Kacchan’s friend.”

His parents were so shocked and yet so pleased. Katsuki could just hear their thoughts. After the girl took off her shoes, she stepped up to greet them.

Katsuki took in the waving shoulder length brown hair, the slight olive completion and big eyes. Overall, this…girl was boring in looks. The only thing that was captivating about her were her eyes and Katsuki knew why. Her eyes were hazel. The brown at the center was being eaten by a faded green.

As his parents ushered this girl into their home, Katsuki couldn’t help but hear Deku’s voice in his head.

Aren’t you excited?

His mom shot him a look before smiling at the girl. Her eyes were bright as she dared to ask the one thing Katsuki dreaded. His heart was hammering against his rib cage. His dad had seemed to catch on to what his mom was hinting at.

“Izuku?”

It felt like his heart was stopping.

The girl titled her head slightly to the side. Her face scrunched up in confusion before brightening up. “No, ma’am. Izu-kun is Kacchan’s other friend. We go to different schools, but we met Kacchan at the park.” She looked down for a second. To Katsuki, it all looked like a terrible act, but to his parents she probably looked like a nervous school girl. She even had this faint blush dusting her nose. “Izu-kun is overseas, so I told him that I would visit Kacchan for both of us. My name is Midoriya Iku” She bowed lowly before coming back up.

Crimson eyes stared at large hazel ones.

Their eyes met and Katsuki fought to control his warming palms.

What the hell are you playing at, Deku?

Over seas…

“Is that so!” His mom’s voice lifted at the end. She was vibrating with excitement as she ushered the girl to the living room. “Well, Iku-chan, you are welcome in this house.” His mom threw him a look with a small smirk. “Well, I’ll just leave you to your visit. Call us if you need anything!”

“Thank you, ma’am!”

“Please call me, Mitsuki. Ma’am sounds to old.” She was too smitten by big eyes and a small smile.

His parents were quick to leave the room, but their foot steps didn’t go far. They were hovering…listening.

Katsuki took deep breaths to calm himself. He glanced at the game he left on pause. The characters forever frozen in a world of tension and fighting stances. Red eyes slid over to the new face but same smile.

His parents were shifting in their place.

He should do something…

How do you entertain girls?

What the hell was Deku thinking?

The thought was bringing back his rage. He stood there with a pounding heart and shallow breath while fucking Deku stared at him with such a soft and feminine smile.

His palms were heating up.

How he wanted to just grab the little fucker with searing hands…

…He would melt his skin off if he could.

Katsuki took a look at the thin delicate wrists that were free from freckles and scars. The skin had such a healthy peachy glow, such a thing was lost to Deku. If Katsuki grabbed that wrist he wondered if it would burn under his touch.

A familiar and unwanted smell enter his nose.

Nothing was burning in their house and his mom hasn’t started cooking meat yet.

The memory made his stomach twist in sickness and hunger.

Such a feeling must have been mutual as the girl in front of him took a sharp inhale.

Katsuki could see her eyes constrict.

The stalling was helping no one. His parents were probably wondering what the hell they were doing just standing there. Hopefully they would just chalk it up as it being “awkward pre-teen” behavior. Katsuki didn’t care.

He took the delicate peachy wrist in his hot, but not searing hand. Katsuki was mindful of his claws as they made their way towards his room. Each foot step was measured and sure. He didn’t want to give off the idea that he was eager to have a girl in his room or that he was dreading having her in his room. In each scenario, his mother would barge in and become a bitch and right now he did not want his mom’s anger fulling this strange fire.

The heart beat next to him was steady as well as the pulse at his fingertips. No longer was his hand bracing against slightly chilled skin. The body next to him was what it claimed to be in looks and in health. Something completely opposite of Deku’s pale, damaged form.

They reached his room with little fuss. His parents still haven’t moved from their hiding spot, and that was perfectly fine. Katsuki shoved Deku into the room before closing his door. Stopping until there was just a bit of space between the door and the frame, leaving the door closed but not closed.

Soft skin surrounded him in a hug. Deku was nuzzling the space between his shoulder blades.

Da-bum

“Do you like it, Kacchan?”

Da-bum

“I’ve been practicing, and I know it’s not perfect, but…I’m warm.”

Da-bum

Heavy footsteps were quickly making their way towards them and Katsuki separated from…whatever the hell Deku was at the moment. He chose to pick up his mp3 player and fiddle with it before his door was slammed open.

His mother came anyway.

Noisy Bitch

His mother’s cheery yet stern face happily looked to the brunette’s direction before frowning at Katsuki. Her eyes did a quick search of the room before opening the door wider. Her grip on the door knob was strong as she stood in front of the doorway. She looked every bit as intimidating as she did inviting.

At least appeared to be inviting.

“Katsuki, dear, it would be best if you and sweet Iku-chan took over the living room. I promise the stuffy old adults won’t ruin your fun.” The voice she used was sweet, but the younger blond heard her message loud and clear.

‘No girls in the bedroom’

“I was showing her something, fuck! We’ll be back down in a minute.”

If anymore was said, then his mom would come off a lot meaner than she was willing to seem to a stranger. Instead, Katsuki could see her gripping the metal harder at his attitude. All he saw was a big smile directed to the other person in the room before disappearing down the hall.

“Kacchan?”

Katsuki ignored the voice while grabbing a few multiplayer games. Soft footsteps, footsteps he was not used to hearing, trailed after him wherever he went. Red eyes didn’t dare glance back, Katsuki would just be filled with confusion and anger if he did.

Slamming his door closed, he made it known that he was coming by using his loud stomping feet to announce his arrival to all in the house that he was going to the living room. Deku hovered over him with a swinging skirt and fretting hands.

The nervousness and excitement was coming off Deku in waves as they sat on the couch to play a stupid racing game. Katsuki won most of the matches and Deku seemed to be just fine with that. They played like that for a while…it was something out of Katsuki’s dream really.

To play game and…be normal.

His parents only popped their heads in a few times before they announced that they would be cooking dinner now. Such a thing was fucking pointless, but Katsuki couldn’t find it in himself to talk and Deku certainly wasn’t being a chatter box now of all times.

His dad asked a few questions about “Iku-chan’s parents” and Katsuki could see the clogs in the little fucker’s head turning as they spat out lie after lie. It had to be a fucking lie. What else could it be? Deku didn’t give a shit about anyone…except maybe him and that was a little iffy as Deku continuously did shit to piss Katsuki off.

The sun had already set long ago and the skies were an odd medium blue.

His parents continued to ask their stupid questions and Deku fed them bullshit again and again, but the casual interview did give Katsuki a chance to observe for a minute. His nose was tickled by a some small change of scent. It was such a gradual change that it could have been missed by all the distractions in the room, but it was there. Across the table, “Iku-chan” ate her food with a sure hand and a constant smile. The faint shadow under her eyes were starting to deepen. The healthy glow of her skin was beginning to dull. The peachy skin that Katsuki not used to was starting to become more familiar as the hands on the clock ticked by.

“Oh, honey, you’re starting to look a little tired. You must have had a fun day.” His mother called out while washing the dishes after dinner. “Have Katsuki walk you home.”

There was no room for arguing.

But from the corner of Katsuki’s eye, he could see Deku visibly perking up. Ever since his mom came in the room and decided to be a noisy mother, they haven’t gotten much time to themselves. His parents said that they would give them space, but that wasn’t true. Katsuki could hear them lingering just outside the room. They made every excuse to wander in to see what game they were playing or coming in to get something they just happen to forget in the living room. It was more that just a little annoying.

Deku wasn’t making this easier. They pouted every time Katsuki moved away from their touch or got up from any showy form of affection.

Katsuki couldn’t give over the face…the body…the voice.

All of it was too much and it made his hands sweat and his leg bounce.

He felt trapped.

He couldn’t act on his rage at seeing…this.

But that all changed as they walked together to God knows where. Deku didn’t seem to have a destination in mind after they walked a few blocks from his house.

“I’ve been practicing…”

What the hell did that even mean?

Katsuki took in the other in front of him.

Skirt swishing around developing legging clad hips, a jacket secured around their form for the cold weather and a cozy little hat…

Something all the girls his age thought was trendy to wear for the winter. Deku looked like the average pre-teen girl.

Something they were obviously not.

He thought about a young nameless girl wandering around the streets. Someone that didn’t look as exotic as Sakura, or a pretty as the bitches at his school. Someone that wasn’t at home tonight.

He thought about the dulling skin, darker circles and the gradually changing scent…

“Something wrong, Kacchan?” Deku seemed to double back.

Katsuki guessed he must have stopped walking at some point.

Warm hands cradled his own.

Hands that were not scared, pale or cold.

“Kacch–”

“Who is she?”

Mostly green hazel eyes stared blankly at him for a moment before furrowing their delicate brows, but for once Deku gave him a straight answer.

“I don’t know.”

“Is she your first?”

“No.”

The pain and guilt in his chest felt like stabbing wounds.

“Don’t worry, Kacchan! I got it figured out.” Deku was smiling at him with the stupid bright look on his face.

Such a stupid look, but Katsuki could do nothing hearing that damn heart beat in front of him. He snatched his hands out of Deku’s grip before yanking it to the side to let off a quick explosion. It came in controlled rapid fire bursts with more concentrated heat than Katsuki would normally do. Deku stood there watching. His nervousness was over shadowing his excitement.

“Enlighten me, what could you – a fucking Deku – have figured out!” Even after letting that out, his hands were still sweating.

Nothing came out the other’s mouth, but Katsuki wasn’t one for silence right now.

He got up in Deku’s space. He ignored the too soft features of a suffering girl he did not know to stare Izuku in the eye. His hands were shaking with different emotions. Some were always there, and he just ignored them. Some were new, and he didn’t know how to handle them. He played a mantra in his head as he got flashes of things he did not want to relive or see. He repeated the mantra as he thought of vague memories he didn’t know if they were rooted in reality or not.

I am in control

Deku was still obsessed with him.

I am in control

He could make Deku do what he wanted if he tried hard enough.

I am in control

All he had to do was just say it.

Just Fucking Say It!

With a throbbing headache, faint hunger and shaking hands, Katsuki took Deku’s hand and wrenched him forward until they were chest to chest, eye to eye.

“You fuck with me and no one else! You got that through your thick head, huh! I take you out for your needs or you go by what I pre-approve. Nothing else!” His hands slid up and gripped the face housing shocked big eyes. His claws looked so much darker next to pale skin. “You should be you and no one else.”

Deku nodded in his grasp.

“Now, how long does this girl have before she dies?”

Katsuki felt shady as fuck carrying the limp body this random girl. She lived a lot farther than the blond was expecting, but with mostly Deku’s help they were able to deliver her to her house and dump her in her bed. Katsuki was mindful to be even more gentle as he took off her shoes and dressed her in some night clothes before tucking her into bed. Her breath was deeply labored, but there was nothing Katsuki could do about that. He left her hoping that she would be alright.

If she died, at least she would be home.

Katsuki, himself, took a hot shower after returning home. His parents had fallen asleep on the couch watching TV. He had decided to leave it on. Maybe the extra noise would wake them up in the middle of the night and they would be encouraged to go sleep in their bedroom.

Thankfully, Deku was too preoccupied to bother him during his moment alone. The creep had curled up on the bed with wide eyes open, staring at the wall.

There was too much to think about and Katsuki did not want to address his shaky hands toweling his hair dry. His nightly routine continued with him brushing his teeth.

He kept the faucet off as he foamed up his mouth with tooth paste.

He counted to thirty before switching to the next side.

His eyes slipped closed as he brushed the sharper teeth.

After two minutes, he went to rinse his mouth as his eyes slid to the mirror.

Red slits stared back at him.

Notes:

Do you think Katsuki can control Deku?
Quick notes:
Deku can possess - well temporary possess - a quirkless person. This is extremely taxing to the human body as Deku will slowly feed on it. The temp host can last a few hours to 3 days.
Deku possessed a body but Katsuki doesn't seem to like it.
Also, I won't be doing a smut for this story (maybe in another version of this AU but *shrugs*. I'm a slow writer). The most I can imagine doing is a very awkward and guilt ridden solo masturbation scene for Katsuki.
Who's ready for a time skip?
I know I am.

Chapter 14 Summary:

Time skip...

Notes:

Holy shit, thank you for the kudos, bookmarks and comments guys!
Your support gives me the extra push to try more and more to get better.
Hope you guys enjoy the extra long chapter.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

“What do you want for your birthday, Kid?”

“Nothing.”

“There has to be something. You’re almost fourteen. You must want something?”

The numbers on the page started to lose their meaning as Xs started to jumble with numbers. He’s been trying to study, but the longer Sakura was around him the more frustrated he seemed to get with the pages.

“Nothing.” How the hell do you solve for X again?

“But– ”

“No, you stupid hag, I told you I don’t care.” Katsuki slammed his book down on the tiny kitchen table. Deku was quick to look up from his drawing. His eyes were perfect slits. The blond reigned in his anger and went back to looking over the material.

Even though he didn’t need her anymore, Katsuki still had spread out therapy sessions every few months or so. He could hear her in the back of his head chastising him for how he was gripping his pencil too hard. “I have my exams in a couple of weeks and you fucking care about what happens in April?”

Sakura was calmly stirring her coffee while watching the muted news. Her eyes slid over to Katsuki’s red ones before looking back at the tv. “I never really got you anything for your birthday.”

“Well, don’t.”

“Rude.” She got up and made her way to the living room. She was in tiny shorts and a loose tank top. Something Katsuki was getting more and more irritated by as time went on.

“Maybe put on some fucking clothes for once would be fucking great.”

Of course, she just flipped him off.

Fucking great.

“I can get, Kacchan, whatever he wants!” Deku was leaning over the table staring at Katsuki. Their noses were almost touching. Katsuki was very aware the lengths they would go to make something happen.

Instead of answering, Katsuki went back to looking over the material. He wasn’t worried in the slightest about the written portion of the exam. None of the work given to him at school was challenging. It all came easy to him, but it didn’t hurt to look a few things over just in case the school decided to throw him a curve ball.

How did you find slope again, dumb-ass?

He pulled at his hair.

Deku hasn’t moved from his spot. His face was hovering just above Katsuki’s head and the blond was wondering when the fucker would back out of his space.

“Boys!”

If it wasn’t barely-there-shorts then it was baggy pants and a stained shirt, she could never just pick something in between. Sakura waltz into the kitchen wearing a stupid risqué outfit.

“Why.” Katsuki didn’t care for an answer. It wasn’t even a question.

“As an early birthday gift, why don’t we go shopping for your practical exam outfit.”

“Bullshit.”

“Wai–”

“Why the fucking outfit? Are you not paying?” His lips formed a hard line.

She cocked her hip. The subtle shifting of weight drew Katsuki’s eye to the jutting hip, but thankfully hazel eyes were too busy trying to adjust the straps of her purse.

“Of course, I’m paying for it…a discount would be great though.” With that she was already heading to the door in her painful looking shoes and ripped shorts. “You coming or what?”

They ended up going to the shopping district. People bustled around them with the standard looks. Men would subtly and not so subtly follow Sakura’s figure while all together avoiding him and Deku’s creepy ass. One man stumbled after being distracted by the faintly dyed hair only to step into the blond’s path. Safe to say the loser was quick to taste asphalt than face his stare.

They picked a sports store at random.

“What do you think of this one?” A red track suit was being shoved in his face.

Deku was quick to kiss his ass. “I think red would look nice on Kacchan.”

One red track suit in the cart.

Sakura danced around the aisles piling outfit after outfit in the cart, while Katsuki dodged the flying clothes heading his way. The male cashier didn’t seem to give a damn that a tornado was taking over the store.

“How about this?” She somehow paired a baggy pink shirt with black track pants. He took the pants.

“These?”

Running shoes were added…

“This?”

A pack of compression sleeves…

“Black or Orange?”

He took both.

Katsuki didn’t want to even think about the total as they walked up to the cashier. Strangely enough, the pink bitch didn’t seem too bother by the massive load of clothes. He usually just worked out in his old clothes. His parents bought him a few things, but they usually got ruined in a few weeks due to his quirk.

The copious amount of sweat he gathered didn’t help either.

“D-Did you find everything you were looking for?” The cashier stumbled over himself as he tried to log into the register. He kept hopeless eye contact with Sakura. He barely glanced at Katsuki and the blond was sure as hell the extra had a quirk because he flat out ignored Deku, who was behind the counter.

“Yeah, we just needed a few items.” She was leaning over the counter, no doubt pushing her up non-existent cleavage.

The cashier continued his painful attempts of flirting. “You’re nice for helping your brother out.”

She didn’t correct him, instead she started some boring small talk as their items were rung up.

Deku was peering at the cash register with bored indifference. He was probably looking at the numbers racking up.

Katsuki still had no idea how she was going to pay for all this.

A few ladies at the back of the store was talking shit about this whole situation. They talked about how thin Sakura was and how trashy her outfit was. They said she was a hooker and Katsuki couldn’t say that they were wrong.

“…is your total.”

Red eyes glanced at the large number on the register. There was a slight motion next to him, but he ignored it for the exchange happening next to him. Sakura made a strange hand motion before whipping out a black card.

“Y-Yeah, we have discounts. I forgot to put them on.” The guy hurried to do so. He tapped the screen a few times before taking the card. It wasn’t hard to hear his heart pumping faster. He rattled off some store jargon and Katsuki was starting to lose his patience.

Deku had walked away from behind the counter to stand next to Katsuki again. His face was practically being shoved onto his shoulder and it would have been fucking annoying, but the blond needed some kind of distraction.

He didn’t bother to stick around after the register sounded.

He didn’t bother helping Sakura with her bags.

He didn’t even say good bye as he snatched the ones that held his clothes before walking away.

“You’re welcome, Brat!” She raised her voice to be heard over the crowd. “You need to fucking relax once and a while!”

Relax

Him and Deku plowed through the crowd with ease. Everyone seemed to trip over themselves to step around them. Katsuki had his bags swung over his shoulder. Deku was being completely useless. He didn’t even offer to carry anything…

…Not that Katsuki needed any help. He was more than capable of handling a few measly shopping bags.

“You home, son?” His dad was typing away on a computer. His eyes barely left the screen. Which was fine by him in all honesty. He hauled ass to his bedroom before his mom could question how the hell he got all these clothes.

“Yeah.” He shouted back his reply as he shoved the clothes into useless Deku’s arms. It shouldn’t be too hard to figure out what he wanted.

“Your mom was invited to a lady’s night earlier this afternoon. It’s just us, bud. What do you want for dinner?” The clicking of the keyboard was still going, so Katsuki could relax if his mom wasn’t going to barge into his room.

Deku was mouthing that he wanted katsudon for dinner.

Katsuki ignored him.

“I’m fine with spicy noodles.”

Deku was pouting

His dad didn’t say anything else, but the clicking of the keys did stop. He heard his dad walk to the kitchen to prepare dinner.

“I don’t want to fucking hear it.”

Flopping unto the bed and ignoring the body next to him, Katsuki turned on his TV. He flipped through the channels. Some drama was on, he flipped to the next channel.

Romantic comedy…

Afternoon News…

Shitty music videos…

Everything started to blur as he kept flipping through to the next and the next and the next…until he sees a combination of colors that forever left an impression on him. He went back about four or five channels before he stopped at the one show casting red, blue and yellow.

An old All Might cartoon was on and like man possessed he dropped his remote and gave his full attention to the screen. Deku took the hint and curled around the pillow to watch too. Green hair was resting on his shoulder and if Katsuki wanted to be a major dick he would push the little fucker off him. The damn curly strands were occasionally tickling his neck and just barely blocking his view of the TV. Katsuki chose the high road because he was comfortable and didn’t feel like moving. The creep wasn’t that heavy, and his cooler skin was starting to warm up the longer they stayed there.

The TV was on low, but the blond didn’t need it. He could hear his dad moving around the kitchen and the TV perfectly.

Red eyes slid over to the book bag left by the door.

He should try studying some more…

In the back of his mind, he saw pink.

What did she fucking know?

Getting into Yuei was very important to him. He belonged in Yuei. There was no second option and if more studying was something that could ensure his winning place for the exam then he was going to fucking do it!

With little care of the green haired freak’s comfort, he got up. He snatched his bag and dumped it by his desk. The TV wasn’t the only light coloring his walls as he turned on his lamp. Deku had shifted on the bed to face him. His pale face smashed against the soft covers. He was still holding the pillow close to his chest. Katsuki could only make out one wide green eye staring at him from the bed.

“Why don’t you watch TV. The fucking cartoon is on.”

One green eye side over to the TV before focusing on Katsuki again.

“But…I want Kacchan.”

His grip on the pillow was getting stronger.

“Yeah…well…I got to study. So why don’t you deal with it.” Katsuki opened his notebook. “I have to go to bed sometime tonight, right?” He wasn’t looking for an answer, but he did get the reaction he wanted. Deku eventually rolled over onto his other side to watch the All Might cartoon.

His shirt had ridden up in the process. Katsuki gave it a quick glance…and a prolonged stare. The pale freckled back had a thicker scar that seemed to continue further up.

Odd

He was fours chapters into reviewing his notes before his dad popped his head into room.

“Dinners ready, Katsuki. Did you want to eat it now or did you want me to put it up.” His dad completely missed the pathetic lump moping on the bed.

“I’ll be down in a second.”

Dinner had been uneventful. His dad wasn’t usually busy, but something at work must have been happening because he barely asked questions at the table. He had finished his noodles quickly before resuming whatever he was typing up. Deku wallow around the kitchen. Big green eyes were trained on the food in front of Katsuki. Being used to such things, the blond made it a point to shovel the food into his mouth. He swallowed even if he didn’t want to. The heavy spicy made everything better. The favors burned his tongue, throat and warmed his core.

Spicy shit was definitely worth it.

“Hey, kiddo, sorry to be a drag, but could you do the dishes for your old man?”

His dad had moved to the living room to continue working. This was just fine for Katsuki because someone couldn’t sit still for one goddamn minute!

As soon as his father was busy, Katsuki gave the okay after he put up the old hag’s share. Deku wasted no time in scrambling to the counter. His tongue, oddly deceptive, extended out of what Katsuki was starting to consider a cavern more than an actual mouth. The seams to his mouth split ever so slightly to accommodate the stretch.

The containers were licked clean in less than a second.

Shy eater his ass…

Katsuki resumed doing dishes.

“What’s this?” The sound of the front door closing rang through his ears. “Spicy udon? Boys, you could have been more creative than that?” His mom waltzed into the living room, stopped briefly to greet his dad, before zeroing her eyes on him.

“How was your day, brat?” Her eyes were staring at his neck for far too long, before flying over his feature. She was looking for something.

“Boring, studied.” He rinsed the last dish.

“Did you, now?”

What the fuck was that supposed to mean?

“Yeah, the entrance exam is coming up.”

“Did you need anything from the store?” Eyes similar to his own was glaring right at him.

“…No.”

He had walked off after that. He didn’t have time to play these game right now.

“Kat– ”

“You know, study is fine and all that, but sometimes relaxing is just as important. You’re going to do just fine, Katsuki.” His father was looking at him with a lopsided smile.

“I know.”

He ignored his mom’s pointed stared as he went to his room. He heard his parents continue with some mundane conversation downstairs.

Relax they say…

Katsuki grabbed his music player and popped in his ear buds. He selected a song that had more beats than words. He thought about his textbooks with the marked-up pages and his notes that were written five times over.

Did he really want to continue studying?

Granted he really didn’t. There was only so much you could reread before getting bored.

He mulled it over before looking at Deku, who patiently waiting on him to say yes. It shouldn’t irk him as much as it did that the little fucker just knew. He threw on a hoodie and grabbed his new shoes.

“Come on, loser.”

They would make this quick. They’ll sneak out the window.

Deku’s smile seemed to show more teeth today.

“You got one more week, excited?” They were outside were the public park was more like a forest. His left his prosthetic home, not that it mattered. His blast radius had significantly increased, and while that usually meant that some sparks would fly back and hurt him. His skin had adapted to take the hit.

It felt like not much could stop him when he felt the fire flashed and spread around him. He wasn’t bothered, by the heat nor impact. That might change if Yuei actually gave him want he wanted in his hero suit.

“Why wouldn’t I be excited? You losers get to bask in my greatness when I get accepted.”

Sakura didn’t seem too convinced. Not that it mattered. Her eyes were too glassy to be from allergies. When she was like this, there wasn’t much reaction out of her. Which meant that no one was going to really see how awesome he was.

Which was pretty shitty.

“Kacchan is going to destroy the competition!” Deku spoke up. He was off to the sidelines along with Sakura. His green eyes slide to hazel ones.

“Yeah! Go get ‘em champ!” She fell back into the grass texting on her old ass phone. “But, I think you might be overdoing it there, bud.” She rolled over into Deku space. “You’re going to get sore arms if you keep practicing. You got this in the bag.”

Katsuki was standing in a tree. He had been trying a lot of new things lately. His quirk was truly suited for greatness. How many quirks could be used to make yourself into a fucking rocket? Not fucking many! He did a fearless back flip off the branch before using a controlled explosion to break his fall.

Red eyes found iridescent green staring at him.

Of course, it wasn’t like the little freak would let him get hurt…maybe.

Behind the dazed Sakura and attentive freak was a poised black tendril from Deku’s shadow.

He didn’t need to be fucking babied.

“I will do want I fucking what, how a fucking want.”

“I gotcha, dude.”

There was a slight dull ache in his arms, but she didn’t need to know that. The compression sleeves helped a lot.

Sakura eyed him for a minute before getting up and fishing a cigarette from her pocket. Thankfully, she came to the park wearing a more reasonable outfit. One with pockets and wasn’t tight or showing excessive skin. Last thing they needed was some hopeless fuck following them here. “So, is this where you guys battle or some shit? If not, I’m fucking starving.”

Katsuki wasn’t hungry, but he didn’t want to go home just yet. Maybe he could get a protein shake or something…

He voiced this to the apparent “adult”.

She didn’t look to happy about him skipping a meal, but that didn’t stop her from asking Deku a similar question.

The brat just walked over to Katsuki with this shy smile, nervously playing with the ends his shirt. He looked at Katsuki with pleading eyes as he told Sakura that he had ate earlier. His voice was very empty yet very polite.

“You too, Izuku?” She mumbled out around her cigarette. “Well, if that’s the case. See you two around.” She waved them off as she made her way out of the forest and out of the park.

They, both, watched her go.

Katsuki reached up and snatched a handful of dark green hair. The sudden attack didn’t startle the other. Nothing ever did. He slammed Deku against a tree before his face was up against the freak’s. His sharper teeth ached at the gums while his nails tried to dig into Deku’s cool skin.

“I don’t know where the fuck you come off with that kind of shit.” He hissed. “You think I can’t do shit without you, do you?” Katsuki’s growth spurt put him ahead of Deku and he used that to his advantage as he crowded Deku’s space. His hand came up to grip the other’s chin. Black nails made indentations into pale skin. “I will get into Yuei on my own. I don’t need your help.”

There was something in Deku’s eyes, but Katsuki wasn’t sure what it was. It was gone before the blond could figure it out.

“I know, Kacchan, doesn’t need my help. I’ll still give it.” His eyes were unwavering, and it pissed Katsuki off. He shoved the other to the side before abruptly walking home.

“You already fucking ate the other day, you ungrateful bastard.” Katsuki swung around to stare at the green haired boy following him. “I don’t want to see you during the exam.” He meant it.

Deku never denied him any request.

Katsuki made it home before dark. His mom and dad fallen asleep on the couch. The blond took it upon himself to turn off the tv. Dinner was made, and his share was left out. He didn’t spare it a second glance as he decided to hit the shower. Hopefully, the dumb fuck would wash his dish if he was going to eat the food.

The water flattened his hair as it washed down his back. There was complete silence in the bathroom. Katsuki was confident that Deku was doing the dishes, because there would be no way this could exist if he wasn’t down there. The blond didn’t rush. He just enjoyed this while he could.

He stared down at himself.

His physic was well beyond his classmates. His quirk shaped his body to take on the brunt of his explosions. He was made to take hits and make swift maneuvers.

He wondered if those at Yuei would be the same.

An ugly thought came to mind.

What if he was only the best at a school filled with losers?

Those with more money would have access to better resources. There was a rumor going around the net that Endeavor son was going to Yuei. How many children of heroes were going to Yuei?

Heroes…

How was he going to keep feeding D–

You need to chill out

The cool tile felt good on his forehead.

His hands hung loosely at his sides…brushed against his thigh…

Fingers carded through his hair and tilted his head back. Water got in his face.

“I can help, Kacchan with his hair?”

“Whatever.” His eyes slipped closed

With just under twenty-hours before the exam, Katsuki had decided to sprint around his neighborhood. He kept his cardio up and ran for short burst. He downed double the amount of water he usually did. He wore dark clothes to trap more heat to his body.

By the end of his lighter work out, he was sweating buckets.

His mom was probably tired of him constantly washing his clothes.

He took a quick shower before seeing what his parents left him to do.

It was usually simple errands and shit.

She had given him a shopping list, a list that had all the ingredients for a kick ass spicy dish, a few household cleaning items, and to pick something up from a written address.

After shopping, he was to help clean up the house and prepare for tomorrow.

Deku and him road the train to his mom’s favorite store. It was crowded, and older women kept asking for his help to take things off the top shelf, but he got what he wanted. He made sure to put the change into her coin purse. The last thing he needed was for her to bite his head off for misplacing her change.

His mom had texted him that she left her portfolio at her girlfriend’s house and needed Katsuki to pick it up.

Katsuki made his way to the apartment complexes. The groceries were a little annoying to lug around.

Deku raced ahead of him to ring the doorbell.

An older woman opened the door. She was smiling. The wrinkles in the corner of her brown eyes crinkled. “You must be Mitsuki’s son. You look just like her.” He shifted on his feet. That drew her eye to the number of bags he was holding. “Oh, I see that your busy so I won’t keep you.” She went back inside to get the binder. Deku fiddled with his shirt behind him. “Here you go – oh – hello there, young man! I didn’t see you there. Since, Bakugou-kun’s hands are full, could you carry this for him?”

Deku had stopped fiddling with his shirt and looked at Katsuki. The blond gave a subtle nod. Deku took the binder before giving the older woman – what Katsuki could only assume was – a kind smile.

“Tell your mother that I would be happy to give my opinion anytime.”

“Will do.” He gave a slight bow and walked away. He didn’t want to linger around the quirkless woman. He tried to think about what he would tell the old hag if those two ended up gossiping like old bitches. He could say that Izuku dropped by for a very quick visit? That would be so fucking dumb.

Maybe it would get his mom off his back.

“Could you keep that up?” Red eyes slid to green. “Or would that be…too much?”

The creep seemed to mull it over in his head. It was obviously going to be an answer Katsuki did not want to hear.

“Just out with it. That old bitty might say some shit to mom and I don’t know how I’ll explain that.” They trudged forward...ignoring the people around them.

Deku opened and closed his mouth. He looked like he was trying to pick his words carefully. “If you don’t want her to remember me…I can do that.”

Katsuki didn’t doubt he could.

They stepped onto the platform. Those that were there paid them no mind. Everyone gave them enough room as they all waited for the train. An obvious question hung in the air and Katsuki didn’t want to outright say it. He didn’t want to hear something he could prevent. Shifting right to left and back on his feet, the blond decided to keep his voice down.

“Nothing unheroic?”

There seemed to be some confusion on the creep’s stupid face. His eyes were blank as he regarded the question. His head titled to the side, exposing a long pale neck. “Just the memory.”

What did that fucking mean?

He stepped as close as he was allowed to with the fucking bags in his hand. With their faces just inches apart, Katsuki could see the silvers and gold making their way in Deku’s eyes. “Then just the memory. Nothing more and nothing less.” It would be a blessing if his mom didn’t hound him about more shit.

Deku gave him a smile shaky smile before putting the binder in one of the grocery bags.

The train came.

Katsuki got on and Deku did not.

“Sup, brat.” His mom greeted him when he got home. She eyed him closely. Katsuki was getting the impression that his mom wanted to say something, and he was debating on if he really wanted to hear her shit.

“Hey.”

Like the dutiful son he was, he began helping put away the food and start the basics for tonight’s dinner. They were both quiet for the most part. Most being that they argued nonstop about how certain things were done.

“What the hell, Katsuki!” She was hovering over him as he emptied half a bottle of grounded spices into a pan.

“What!”

“That’s too damn much. What the hell is your father going to eat?” He turned to the pot. The noodles were sizzling.

“I’ll make another one…”

His mom was still bitching about his heavy hand when Deku waltzed up to him. Completely silent and unassuming as always. He eyed the spicy food with a small pout before hesitantly giving Katsuki a kiss to his cheek.

“Something wrong, brat?” His mom didn’t bother turning around from where she did the dishes.

Katsuki’s hand resumed stirring.

“Nothing.” He said, only half aware of his nagging mother. His eyes were instead narrowing at Deku’s shied away face. “I’ll be back. Gotta take a shit.”

“Language, Katsuki!”

The blond ignored her in favor of going to the bathroom.

Deku was right on his heel.

The door closed without any physical help. They were standing in silence before Katsuki chose to turn on the faucet for noise. Deku was leaning up against the sink. His big eyes looked oddly sad. His teeth worried at his lip as his hands twisted his shirt. He looked too old to be doing such cry baby shit.

“You look like you did something.” Katsuki wanted to ask if something went wrong. He stepped closer to the other boy. “What did you do?”

“I did as Kacchan asked. I just wanted to…I wanted to ask if Kacchan would let me come tomorrow.” Before Katsuki could object, Deku continued. “Kacchan, doesn’t…will not see me. I will stay quiet if you want me to.” His eyes were big, and he could see the tell-tale signs of water works. Black tears welling up. “I’ll be good.”

“…Fine.”

Later that night, Katsuki wanted to pull his hair. His clothes were laid out on his desk’s chair for tomorrow morning. Everything was accounted for. His parents gave him good wishes and confident remarks just in case he snuck out earlier. Of course, that wouldn’t happen. His mom would probably get up extra earlier to make him a breakfast he didn’t want to eat.

Instead of pulling his own hair, the blond stared at nothing. The covers were pulled over him and his curtains were shut. No visible light entered the room.

It almost felt like the room was spinning if he stared into the dark void that was his ceiling.

You need to relax

His hand twitched at his side. It was resting just in reach…

Red eyes slide over to the other occupant in the bed.

Hooded slit like eyes met his. They almost looked sleepy.

He should get to sleep.

Katsuki shifted to lay on his side away from Deku.

He had a busy day tomorrow…

Minutes turned into an hour. He stared at his closed bedroom door. His parents had long since gone back to their room. Katsuki was sure they were asleep and he was still up which was fucking ridiculous. He took his phone off the charger.

How to relax

He dimmed the display. There was a bunch of results. Most of the results were pointless, redundant, or something he already did on the daily basis. He scrolled through a few pages before giving up. He put the phone back the charger. He shifted to laying on his back. There were no half lid green eyes staring at him. Deku laid motionless as his hand crept down to his stomach. He forced his himself to take normal deep breaths. Katsuki stared at the ceiling…trying to come up with something. His fingers danced along the waist band of is shorts. There was no reason to drag this out.

Red eyes slid over to the other occupant in the room.

He rather not…

Katsuki found himself sliding out his bed and into the quiet hallway. He could hear his parents lightly snoring down the hall. The tile of the bathroom floor was cold. The door was locked and there he was. His reflection gave him a tired stare. The slit like pupils were not so noticeable under soft light, but under the harsh blinding light of the bathroom they were all he could notice.

What the fuck was he doing…

You need to relax

Should he take off his pants?

Does he stay standing?

Should he sit down?

Katsuki turned off the bathroom light.

He rested his back on the wall. He saw not point in prolonging this. He shoved his dominant hand into his pants and into his boxers. There were no sparks like the internet said. He was soft. His hand movements were deliberate and without lubrication. There was nothing in front of him, but his shitty reflection – if the lights were on. The bathroom was oddly cold as he kept up his momentum.

Masturbation was a way to relax. Orgasms were often used to release stress. The feeling was so euphoric that people chased after the feeling, but Katsuki felt nothing. There was no heat or burning in the pit of his stomach. His dick wasn’t budging.

He slid down the wall. His legs spread out him front of him on the cold floor.

He could still hear his parents snoring.

He gave himself a squeeze.

Nothing…

Red eyes were quick to look at the door.

It was locked, but he sat on the cold bathroom floor with his dick in his hand in a blacked-out bathroom.

He should have brought his phone.

His shoulders slumped a little as he rested his head back. His eyes slid closed as he tried to think of something. Small instances of a fluttering skirt or long legs came to mind. A distant memory of breathy moans ghosted his ear. Technicolor danced behind his eyes as dancers walked passed him. A pale face and cold lip?

He was half hard.

He was kind of bored.

The tip of his tongue glided over a long sharp tooth. A familiar copper taste slid back unto his taste buds. His stomach dropped, but it didn’t burn. That didn’t stop him from going faster. The faster he went the more blood seemed to pour into his mouth. His mind supplied him with the taste of spicy cinnamon.

Sweet yet hot…

His breath was coming out in short bursts, his eyes were shut tight and his thighs were tensing. He didn’t last much longer.

Warm shit was caught in his hand.

Sperm…

He had an orgasm…

It wasn’t worth it.

The sink seemed too loud and out of place in the quiet of the night. He made sure to open the door slow and carefully as to mot make so much noise. He eyed his parents room with each inch the door was pushed. He made his was quietly to his room and slid back into bed. The void that was his dark bedroom swallowed him up.

Red eyes slid over to Deku.

The other was no longer facing him.

Katsuki didn’t think much of it as his tongue began to knit itself back together.

He really should go to sleep, it was going to be a busy day tomorrow.

Standing in front of Yuei was like the start of filling out some self-fulfilled prophecy and Katsuki could not wait. The building was calling to him.

This was where he was supposed to be.

He barely paid any mind to the other students milling about as the staff talked among themselves. They were carefully eyeing each student as they shuffled papers. A stern man with silver hair told the students to take a number before recording his name.

“Follow the numbers and take a seat.”

He took a seat alright.

He plopped his ass down and kicked his feet up as he waited for the room to fill. He could practically feel his face splitting from how hard he was grinning. His jaw was starting to ache from how hard his was grinding his teeth. His nails barely made a scratch on the desk as he fiddled with the finish.

Time seemed to take forever as the staff gathered, separated, and guided to-be students. When everyone was seated. The lights dimmed, and a spot light highlighted the podium.

A small mouse…bear looking thing approached the stage.

“Welcome to the Yuei Entrance Exams. The first portion will be written then after a short intermission, we encourage students to change into more comfortable attire before moving on. Students will be broken up into sections to take the second portion of this exam. Good luck, everyone!” The strange creature left with a cheer face and a wave.

His hands were shaking.

A woman, that reminded him faintly the pink haired chick, strutted onto the stage with a questionable outfit. She dramatically took hold of the mic. “That was Principal Nezu. Your future nightmare. Are there any questions before we begin?” No one raised their hand. “Alright~”

The lights turned on and the stadium screen turned off.

“The written exam is only an hour long. Don’t stress it.” The desk opened to produce the test and a pencil. “The timer will be on display for your benefit. Try to answer as many questions as possible. Bathroom breaks will not be permitted during this time. Staff will not answer any exam question.” She seemed to remember something. “And last but not least, keep your eyes on your own paper! Cheating will not be tolerated” The crack of her whip emphasized her point. “Good luck everyone.” She gave them a wink before strutting off the stage. The light came back on and the large screen lit up.

A horn sounded with ‘BEGIN’ being displayed in big bold red letters on the screen. The countdown showed up not too long after. The room filled with the sound of students scrambling for the pencils, papers shuffling, nail biting, taping fingers and bouncing legs. Katsuki was numb to the whole experience as he felt Deku clawing up his chest. The smart ass wasn’t to be seen, but Katsuki felt him. Oddly, it was that feeling of something crawling over him that made his hands steady as he answered all the questions with ease. Nothing was a surprise to him. It was pretty fucking disappointing if you asked him. The same couldn’t be said for the short loser that was trying and failing to look at his paper.

He was one of the first ones to finish.

Kacchan had nothing to worry about

A low thundering growl threatened to come out, but Katsuki stomped it down. He had nothing to worry about? Of course, he wasn’t worried. Why the fuck would he have been worried? He had studied, he had 'relaxed' and he had exercised, but had never been fucking worried.

If only Deku was in physical form, he would show him how not worried he was.

His claws scrapped the desk.

The horn blared again. A few groans of protest sounded with it, but no one dared continued writing. Everyone was sitting up straighter as the test and pencils were pulled back into the desk.

The lights dimmed, and the podium was lit yet again. A man with tall blond hair hopped up on stage. His hand gestures were grand and exaggerative…and frankly a little cheesy. “For all you examinee listeners tuning in, welcome to my show today! Everybody say ‘Hey’!” His voice was booming and Katsuki wanted him to shut up. Not one of the students cheered.

Complete silence

“What a refined response. Then I’ll quickly present to you the rundown on the practical exam! Are you ready!”

Complete and utter silence, but that didn’t stop the loud hero from answering his own question with a “Yeah!”.

“As it says in the application requirements, you listeners will be conducting ten-minute battles after this! You can bring whatever you want with you. After the presentation, you’ll get dressed, have a snack and then head to the specified battle center, okay?!”

Katsuki was starting to think that maybe the others didn’t realize that Present Mic wanted class participation. The blond pitied anyone that ended up in that hero’s homeroom.

The screen popped with shaded pixel characters. “Three different types of faux villains are stationed in each battle center. You earn points for each of them based on their level of difficulty. Your goal, dear listeners, is to use your quirks to earn points by immobilizing the faux villains. Of course, attacking other examines and any other unheroic actions are prohibited!” What if Katsuki stole someone’s kill?

“May I ask a question?” A goody toe shoe spoke up in a loud and clear voice. Katsuki’s claws tapped on the table. Didn’t he realize that was already a question?

“Okay!” Of course, the teacher wouldn’t be a smart ass about it.

“On the printout, there are four types of villains. If that is a misprint, then Yuei., the most prominent school in Japan, should be ashamed of that foolish mistakes. We examinees are here in this place because we wish to be molded into exemplary heroes.” The nerd pushed up his glasses.

Shut the fuck up…

“Okay, Okay, Examinee number 7111. Thanks for the great message. The fourth type of villain is worth zero points. That guy’s an obstacle, so to speak. There’s one in every battle center—an obstacle that will go crazy in narrow spaces. It’s not impossible to defeat, but there’s no reason to defeat it, either. I recommend that you listeners try to avoid it.”

The nerd had the fucking nerve to bow “Thank you very much!” Such a kiss ass “Please excuse my interruption!”

The focus turned back to the hero in the front.

“That’s all from me! Finally, I’ll give you listeners a little present – our school motte! The hero Napoleon Bonaparte once said: A true hero is someone who overcomes life’s misfortunes. Go beyond. PLUS ULTRA!” He took a hold of the mic. “Now, everyone, good luck suffering!”

Everyone was led out by row, so Katsuki had to wait a while before he could make it to the locker rooms. He didn’t bother with a snack, but he did destroy three water bottles in less than a minute. It was very important that he stayed hydrated for the practical.

He wore his arm compression sleeves with his new running shoes. He was banking on Yuei to give them better gear. It would be fucking sweet if he had heat resistant clothes. It would also be pretty kick ass if he could have grenades too. He wasn’t above admitting he drew up his hero suit. The would probably have some designer change a few things.

A hand carded through his hair. No one was by him so that only left Deku.

“What the fuck you want, creep?” Katsuki made sure to keep his voice low as he entered the battle grounds. It looked like a lot of students got stuck in his group. Red eyes slide over the crowd. Even Mr. Goody Two Shoes was here. Katsuki look at the harden calves with exhaust pipes? Was he a fast runner? A fucking car?

I’ll cheer Kacchan on

His face felt a little warm, but he stomped his way to the front. He didn’t care who he pushed out the way.

“You’re fucking embarrassing, you know that?”

A sharp feeling ghosted across his chest and a small breath claimed his ear.

Creep…

“You, there! You should be ashamed of yourself.” Mr. Stick in his Ass was walking up to him in his ridiculous blue cycling outfit. “Defacing school property is a punishable offense.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” A few students were looking their way. Deku shifted around him. So much so that the guy with the glasses took a pause before speaking again.

Interesting…

“Do I look like a give a fuck about your opinion?” That got him a few laughs.

It wasn’t really a question, but of course fucking glasses had to answer it. “Well–”

“The answer is that I don’t.”

He walked away before Deku could do anything. The other had grown tense around his chest. If Deku couldn’t handle a few nobodies not liking his attitude, then he was going to fucking lose it when he gets in to Yuei. He was never Mr. Personality at his other school. Looks like that wouldn’t be changing here.

He ended up standing next to this brown hair girl that spent way too much time playing with her fingers.

“Ready!” The intercom sounded with the blaring voice of Present Mic.

“Set!” A few kids tensed up, ready to start running.

“Go!” Katsuki flew ahead of everyone.

The area was just a city. It was complete with its own shops, lamp posts, newspaper stands and cooperate building. Katsuki wondered if there was some secret point system about keeping property damage to a minimum. A smaller robot greeted him and Katsuki grabbed its head as he jumped past. A small exposition caused it to detonate.

What a fucking joke!

His cheeks were starting to strain from grinning.

He raced through the streets using his quirk to propel him forward.

He took down every robot that graced his presents.

He absolutely destroyed any enemy in his path.

Other students seemed to be faring well enough, when he wasn’t stealing kills.

Metal, smoke and sweat was all he could smell racing against the ten-minute timer. There was a lot of students and it seemed to be better racing ahead of everyone to cover more ground.

There was a building that started to collapse no too far from him. The few that got ahead of him were retreating. A look of fear and panic on their faces. Something pulled at Katsuki to push forward. The wild drumming of his heart had his excitement up. His teeth began ache, and he tongue felt like it was drowning in blood.

Present Mic’s voice boomed on the intercom “Two minutes!”

There was only two minutes left and these fuckers wanted to leave?

Deku was restless as his hands moved over his chest and then to his arms. He felt his presence right by his head. Something had his attention, but Katsuki wasn’t sure why it wasn’t on the big bucks that Yuei shelled out for this exam. The zero pointer was massive as it tramped over anything in his path. Its movements were stiff, but powerful as it knocked down other buildings.

Deku was still looking at something else.

Katsuki’s eyes glanced down. The brunette from earlier was trapped underneath some of the rumble. She didn’t look injured. Katsuki didn’t smell any blood on her and she seemed to be alright. Red eyes looked back at the zero pointer. It was going to run her over if she didn’t get up. Most of the cowards were long gone and those that weren’t too far away were staring in fear at the zero pointer.

Fucking cowards…

The light breeze tried to cool his sweating form, but Katsuki was grateful for working up a sweat. He had never attempted this before. The would be good practice and a way to push his limits. He jumped pass the girl to a nearby building. He scaled it by propelling himself up in short bursts. It was a long way down, but Katsuki was finally staring this big fucker in the face.

He combined his two hands, tensing the muscles and bracing his shoulders. His hands were practically dripping with sweat.

He let his largest blast to date flare out.

“Die!”

A flash of a slightly distant and buried memory came to mind. The smell of flesh greeted his nose. Sakura’s screaming echoed in his ear.

His blast was propelling him back.

His arms were numb.

He was falling.

And yet, he still didn’t need Deku’s fucking help.

“I got you!”

Something brushed against his clothes and he stopped. This weightlessness felt familiar.

The brunette was floating with him, but she looked a little too pale to be alright. They both drifted down. Her eyes were wide as she stared at him. She tried to reach for him, but that was cut short as she grabbed her stomach in pain. Gravity resumed and the both fell a very short distance to the ground.

The girl ended up vomiting over the debris.

The horn sounded.

The test was over.

Notes:

Sorry, its been a while. Hopefully this was worth the wait. Let me know, if you want in the comments.
Ok, not so much as guilty but still very awkward and unsatisfying.
Deku kept his word.
I made a post or two on my tumblr (drew Aoi, so WIP for this in between chapter, updates blah blah blah).
I have a few chapters that didn't exactly fit the tone of the story but are very much apart of the story (its told from Ochako's view point). Keep a look out for that on tumblr or Did You Check Under the Bed?. There's already a sneak peak on tumblr.
Oh! I have more fanart!!!!
Yoko @Yokaris6 on twitter drew a really cool picture. So you should check it out!
https:// /Yokaris6/status/1151379980107915270?s=07

Chapter 15 Summary:

I'm back

Notes:

Happy Halloween 🎃
Just wanted to thank everyone who has been reading, who is reading and most importantly those who have been waiting. You guys are really sweet.
I haven't been doing ok, but I'm working on that.
Hope you enjoy!

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

The paper felt like a massive weight on his chest. He had to have read it a dozen times…at least.

He was the first one to read it. He got to the mail before his parents did and Katsuki wanted this moment to himself a bit. His phone had been tossed to the side. Katsuki was pretty sure the text message “Congrats, brat!” was still glowing on the screen.

Dear Bakugou-san,

Congratulation! It is with great pleasure that I offer you admission to Yūei Kōkō. Your outstanding marks and remarkable heroic accomplishments shown on the practical exam has convinced us that you have the intellectual energy, creativity and skill to flourish at Yūei Kōkō. Among the over 4’000 applicants we read, your…

He got in

He got accepted

This was real…

“I knew Kacchan could do it.” Deku shifted on the bed doing God knows what.

Katsuki kept his arm over his eyes as he tried to relax, but the freak was having none of it. A tongue found its way on his cheek.

It was cold.

“Can we celebrate, Kacchan?” The weight shifted to lay next to him.

He knew how Deku wanted to celebrate.

His stomach twisted.

But…he was also hungry.

“Get ready.”

It was still very early, but that wasn’t a problem. He took the letter and folded it back in the envelope. He could hear his parents watching tv in the living room. It wouldn’t be hard to get pass them. The blond threw on his jacket and headed out the door. He tossed the acceptance letter at his mom while passing them.

“Knew I would get in.” was all he said before his mom could open her mouth. He didn’t want to hear it. He knew he could do it. He didn’t need anyone to tell him that. He knew he could do that shit. Everyone else just needed to be reminded.

Deku was right behind him. His grin was small and normal. His hoodie looked slightly different lately. Instead of a solid green, there were black designs - a logo of a has been company on the sleeve.

“Where do you want to go this time?”

There was a loud crash further into the city. There was plumes of smoke coming from one of the taller buildings. If Katsuki concentrated enough he could hear the commotion.

“I want to go to the city.” Deku simply said. His eyes where shining gazing at the smoking building.

Katsuki debating grabbing his bike, but he did not want to ditch it if something were to happen. They ended up taking the train. It wasn’t really packed and most people were glued to their phone. Following the sheep around him, Katsuki also whipped out his phone. Musutafu’s number one hero news site was bookmarked on his phone. There were some phone videos about some monster of a guy fighting Mt. Lady.

That would explain the crash.

Monster…

Red eyes slid over to look at Deku. The loser was occupying the seat next to him, kicking his feet back and forth. The loser looked excited…if the toothy grin he got in return was anything to go by.

The overly polite synthetic voice overhead announced that their stop was coming up. There would be few people getting off at the stop Katsuki actually wanted. Usually there were already security guards advising for passengers to continue on to the next stop for their safety.

So, he got off a stop before. People were going about their day like the ground wasn’t shaking.

Above ground there were more people going towards to commotion. Police were trying to do crowd control, but obviously they sucked at their job.

Katsuki just waltzed in.

The guy wasn’t that bad. He was causing more damage just because he was big, but his quirk seemed to be limited to just increasing his size. Mt. Lady was being cautious of where she took her steps. She didn’t look to be struggling much. Kamui Woods was helping her secure the villain.

The fight has been exaggerated from the rushed article.

How disappointing…

“This is what you wanted to see?”

His question fell on deaf ears.

Blending in the crowd as if he were someone average was this green haired freak. Deku was absorbed in the fight. His eyes were bright and cat like. Pale and scarred hands were opening and closing as if he was expecting something to be in his hands. Usually they never rushed into the city to catch a fight. Most of the time the news crew were out here recording. When they did go out, they would stick to darker areas were crime was less showy and a lot more sinister.

Guess Deku really got off on this shit.

They really should find something to eat.

Its going to be a long night…

“I heard there was a student that got a ridiculous high score on the practical exam!”

“I’m talking super high score, man! I’m super jealous”

“Maybe if you didn’t try to show off, you wouldn’t have been such a dud for last five minutes.”

“Hey! I have you know my charge took out most of those robot guys in our area!”

“Once again, you could have had a higher score if you we’re a dud.”

“Get off my ass, Sero.”

They just kept fucking going.

Just on and on and on and…

It was twenty minutes before class starts and the extras where tickling in. Some in groups, some were not. Katsuki decided he needed a window seat if he was going to survive the endless chatter from these losers. Everyone kept their distance just like at his other school, not that it mattered. He could just kick his feet up until the teacher decided to show up.

There was a pull at his chest that had him looking towards the back of the room.

Deku sat in one of the desks, like a normal student. His head turned to stare at the student next to him.

A strange scent that reminded him of too cold winter days and stifling summer days wafted through the air. Katsuki, briefly, wondered if the other had two quirks if his hair was anything to go by.

Whoever they were, they seemed to have gained Deku’s worthless attention.

His claws scraped the edge of the desk.

Mix-matched eyes caught red across the room.

Katsuki continued to stare.

The other boy seemed to have the same sentiments. He returned his stare with dead eyes.

Deku shifted in his seat to also look Katsuki’s way. He had a small glint in his eyes that Katsuki couldn’t read. Deku should be smart enough not to try his usual bullshit here.

A large frame broke his line of sight.

Mr. Stick-up-his-ass was standing in front of him with a disapproving stare that Katsuki could care less about. Just for the hell of it, he readjusted his feet on the desk in front of him. He made it a point to drop each leg into position, making as much noise as possible, all while keeping direct eye contact. The chattering from the others quieted down to eavesdrop on the shit show happening right now.

Deku stayed in that fucking chair…ignoring him.

“I wanted to congratulate you on achieving such record breaking scores for the exam. You managed to see the exam for what it really was,” Glasses seemed troubled by the constant staring, but he continued with his act. “But I am once again disappointed that you continue to show disrespect to school property. Such behavior is not tolerated in Yuuei!”

Katsuki gave him the bird.

There were a few snickers and chuckles and a whole lot of eyes on Katsuki.

“Who the fuck are you? “

“I am Tenya Iida. I attended Somei Private Academy.”

This extra actually told him who he was, like Katsuki gave a shit about what he had to say. For such a fancy high school the blond thought this fucker would have been taught how to take a hint.

“So you think you’re better than everyone coming from some elite school? I’ll like to see you try me.” Katsuki made it a point to show him a glint of his teeth.

“Is that a threat! How can you hope to be a hero with such an attitude?”

“As easy as you not understanding how to shut the hell up.”

“Language! Bakugou, put your feet down.” Katsuki did as he was told. His eyes never leaving Mr.Stick-Up-His-Ass’s; not caring that he was reprimanded by his teacher. “If we are done, I would like to get this over with.” The voice of their, well Katsuki assumed, homeroom teacher spoke up from the corner in front of the room. Most of the students scrambled to their desks, a few were gaping at the man in front of him.

Eraser Head was not known for his presentation, but Katsuki could respect a hero that got shit done. There wasn’t a need to always be flashy.

Flashy was cooler though…

Katsuki watched him shimmy out of his sleeping bag to stand tall and hunched. His eyes were tired and stressed. Voice rough from lack of use. “To clear up any confusion, this is Class 1-A: Hero Course. I am Aizawa Shota, your homeroom teacher.” He pulled out a small pouch and began tearing it with his teeth. “I suggest you leave if you’re here to just make friends. I will not have patience for you.” He mumbled on. When he was finished with the juice he added, “Any questions?”

The thumbing of so many nervous yet strong heartbeats made the blond’s chest hurt and mouth dry.

A few students looked like they wanted to say something. Deku stayed in his seat looking at other people’s desks, while the brunette from the exam kept glancing back at him.

“If there is nothing else, please head down to the locker rooms. Put on the uniform you all received and meet me on the field.” Aizawa left without any more preamble.

The class was buzzing.

“Locker room! I wonder if the girl’s locker room is next to ours. I wonder if I’ll be able to sneak a peak!”

“I wonder what we’ll be doing?”

“Maybe a test?”

“It’s only the first day of school!”

“Damn, he looks scary.”

“He’s so quiet.”

“Hey!” A body was in front of him again. The voice was different. The scent was something earthy with a hint of chemicals. It reminded Katsuki of the hair dye Sakura would often use. “You’re the one that got the super high score, villain and rescues points. Unbelievable!” The other boy was leaning on the table. “I’m Kirishima Eijiro and you, Bakugou Katsuki, are the definition of manliness.”

At the mention of his name, Katsuki decided to look at the extra talking to him. The scent of chemicals was coming from the brightly dyed hair. Bright red eyes, flamboyant red hair and a sharp smile greeted him as the other students began to exit the classroom. Deku sat on the desk…waiting. Katsuki half expected shadows to appear around this new kid.

They both waited in their silence.

Mr. Personality kept his big smile while Katsuki remained unimpressed.

Time was ticking away and they still had to make it to the locker rooms. Without saying even one word, Katsuki pushed from his desk and began heading out. Deku followed not too far behind him. His footsteps forever nonexistent.

“I’ll be seeing you around, Bakugou!”

No one was in the locker room when he made it in and Deku took full advantage. The little booger sat across the bench facing Katsuki’s assigned locker. “’How are you, Kacchan?”

He gave a pointed look. “Shouldn’t you be quiet?” The Yuuei field uniform fit him just right. Usually shirts were just a little too tight around his shoulders.

Laid out on the bench, Deku watched him dress with eyes that looked just a little bit dull. He didn’t want to deal with such a face. So instead, he dressed facing the wall. Something he should have known not to do with shitty Deku around.

Soon there were arms wrapping around his shoulders, chilled skin seeping through his shirt. “My morning star, I love you.”

Katsuki wondered what Deku would apologize for next. Soft words never seemed to come without reason. Nevertheless, the blond ignored him. He went about getting dressed with the added weight on his back. The red head from earlier entered the room and gave him a toothy grin.

He expected that the other would walk pass him. They only had so much time left before whatever Aizawa wanted them to do. It wasn’t surprising that the idiot sat right next to him after getting his own uniform from the lockers. His teeth were cutting into his tongue and Deku breathing down his neck wasn’t helping the damn situation.

“What do you think Aizawa-sensei is going to have us do?”

His physic was more developed than anyone from his last school. He looked like he could take a hit.

Katsuki wiped his heating palms on his uniform.

What would it be like to fight someone other than Deku?

“Dunno.”

“He speaks!” Mr. Personality hopped up from the bench. His body moved like it would approach Katsuki directly, but it seemed that Deku had other plans.

The weight shifted from his shoulders. Cold lips ghosted his ear before something wrapped around his waist in a possessive hold. The locker room seemed just a tad bit colder and just a little emptier. There were claws digging in his chest.

Katsuki swallowed the blood down.

He dodged whatever the other boy was going to do. Instead, the blond side-stepped the overly eager student and headed towards the doors. Class was about to start anyway.

“Can’t wait to see what you got, Bakugou-san!”

The sun was bright and glaring. A lot of the students were already sweating. Katsuki wasn’t sure if it was from the heat or just nerves. The brunette from the exams kept glancing over at him with her stupid big eyes. The freak with the bird face was quick to move out of Katsuki’s way when he stepped up to the crowd of students.

The slamming of the nearest school entrance grabbed their attention. All heads pointed towards the door that the annoying extra stepped through. He gave everyone a nervous smile before joining the group.

“Now, that everyone is here.” Eraser Head, their lazy ass teacher, proceed to put in eye drops. His demeaner lacks and seemingly unguarded. “We will begin a quirk assessment test.”

“Ah!”

“Yes, Uraraka-san.” All heads turned to the weird shy girl.

“What about the entrance ceremony? The orientation?” She looked at if she was going to faint from questioning the Pro Hero.

“If you’re going to become a hero, you don’t have time for such leisurely events. Yuuei’s selling point is how unrestricted its school traditions are. That’s also how the teachers run their classes.” He lazily stepped off to the side, just outside the marking on the field. A little device was pulled out of his pocket. “You kids have been doing these since junior high, too, right? Physical fitness tests where you weren’t allowed to use you Quirks. The country still uses the averages taken from results from students not using their Quirks. It’s not very rational. Well, the Ministry of Education is procrastinating.” Tired eyes searched the crowd until they found his red ones. “Bakugou, you finished at the top of the practical exam, right?”

It wasn’t really a question, so Katsuki didn’t answer. Instead He gave the man his full attention for whatever assignment would come his way.

His palms were sweating.

In junior high, what was your best results for the softball throw?”

The best results were those that didn’t end up disintegrating if he used his quirk, without his quirk though…”67 meters.”

“Then, try doing it with your quirk.” Aizawa motioned for him to get into the circle on the field. “You can do whatever you want, as long as you stay inside the circle. Hurry up and give it all you’ve got.”

With no other rules, Katsuki stepped up to the soft patch of gravel. Everyone was watching him; Sensei was watching him. Deku was wrapped around his arms in a strange excitement. There was endless chatter in the back of his mind. Most of it was cheers said in a very familiar voice, while some were less innocent in a voice Katsuki rarely heard outside of his mind.

“You got this Kacchan”

“Show them that you can destroy them”

He set up his windup and let go. The heat of his blast shot behind him. “Die!”

A lot of the students were left gasping.

The ball was soaring and was surprisingly still intact.

Aizawa and Katsuki both watched it go. “Know your own maximum first. That’s the most rational way to form the foundation of a hero. 705.2 meters” He said while showing everyone the device.

“705 meters, seriously?”

“What’s this? Looks like were going to have some fun!”

“We can use our quirks as much as we want! As expected from the hero course!”

The class was buzzing with excitement. Everyone was boasting about how their quirk would be great for this or that. It was all so reminiscent.

It was all so contagious.

Small sparks were flashing from his hands.

He could use his quirk whenever the hell he wanted, and the teachers here wouldn’t care. Hell, they welcomed it.

“Fun, huh?” Katsuki looked over to Easer Head. He was staring them down with a solemn look. Katsuki scented a brief sadness in the air and maybe some anger. He wouldn’t have guessed that of the man in front of them. He still had his lazy stance and strained eyes. His tone was still dragging and quiet, but he held the class’s attention as if he were yelling. “You have three years to become a hero. Do you think you’ll kept such attitudes like this the whole time?” A small smile. “If that’s the case, all right. Whoever comes in last place in all eight tests will be judged to have no potential and will be punished by expulsion.”

Katsuki was a little more than annoyed by the loud exclaims. A few students didn’t seem to care all that much. The extra with the duel colored hair that Deku seemed so interested in didn’t seem to care much. The bird brain off to the edge of the group was calm throughout the speech. Everyone else was loud, especially the little annoying grape of a person that was sprouting tears and snot everywhere.

This was Yuuei, what did these losers expect?

“All fall short of your greatness, Kacchan.”

“So let’s begin your trials.”

Each student went up to throw the ball, complete sits ups, long distant runs, stretches…you name it, they did it. By the end of it they, most of the losers were tired or anxiously looking at their teacher. The purple turd was chewing his nails. It was almost pathetic that the lot of them didn’t have athletic prowess. The girl that was invisible seemed to be completely ordinary from what he saw from her today. The mousey girl, that he later found out had a gravity quirk, was average as well despite her solid build.

Even though they were all losers, extras…Deku still decided to hover round the duel haired student. He was one of the few that excelled at all the tests and was not tired.

Frosted breath escaped from his mouth. Katsuki wondered if it was his quirk or the effect of Deku fucking with shit.

“Gather around.” Aizawa stood in front of a large score board. “I’ll quickly tell you the results. The total is simply the marks you got from each test. It’s a waste of time to explain verbally, so I’ll show you the results all at once.”

With how everyone did, Katsuki was sure that he would be at the top, if not the very top. He was just as fast as Mr. stick-up-his-ass, he was just as strong and durable as stupid red hair or the fucker with the big lips, and he had more fucking style than the weird loser with sparkles

He, Bakugou Katsuki, was at the top.

1 Yaoyorozu Momo

2 Todoroki Shouto

3 Bakugou Katsuki

4 Iida Tenya

5 Tomoyami Fumikage

What…

The screen disappears.

“By the way, I was lying about the expulsion.”

Who the fuck was Yoayorozu? Seeing Endeavor’s son wasn’t too shocking, but seeing his name over his…

Most of what Aizawa said went on deaf ears as Katsuki sought after the duel haired student.

He was indifferent to the whole thing. He was completely unaware of Deku hanging off his shoulder staring directly at Katsuki. Mocking him.

“You little liar.”

Heat bubbled in his veins, his hands were warming, his teeth were ripping into his tongue.

Most of the students were too excited to notice him, but Aizawa seemed to notice him if the abrupt cooling of his hands were anything to go by. Katsuki swallowed the mouthful of blood as his tongue stitched itself back to together instantly. His slitted eyes found tired irritated ones.

Erasure Head’s stare was unwavering for how much he had bitched about having dry eyes.

“Your hostility isn’t appreciated. I don’t care if you are the number one student…for now…”

“Uh…what just happened?”

“I think that blond kid was going to attack pretty boy over there.”

“What! Why?”

“Erasure Head sure lives up to his name. Kind of scary, yo.”

“Oh, I get it. He’s that underground hero.”

There were bandages wrapping around his wrists. Strange how they seemed to move on their own. It reminded Katsuki of someone else. “You have a lot of anger. Usually that’s fine, but you seem to let it guide you too much.” His new homeroom teacher walked up to him. The usual dark eyes were just as red as Katsuki’s own. “How are you going to be a hero, Bakugou?”

“Same way your ass became a hero. I don’t have to be an uppity nice guy to get shit done.”

Erasure Head was strange. He had a wild grin on his face when he let Katsuki go. The blond scented the air.

Satisfaction

“You’re going to be the most difficult, aren’t you?”

His homeroom teacher walked off. He dismissed the class. “There are handouts with the curriculum and such in the classroom. Look over them when you get back.”

Katsuki watched him go. His anger at the back of his mind as he picked up a new scent; not exactly familiar…

Death

The rest of the day was normal after that. They went to their classes. Present Mic was just an average English teacher.

Not what he thought would happen for a hero school.

The bell was so fucking sharp in his ears.

Pissed him off.

“Ano…Bakugou-kun?” Most of the student had rushed past them to get to the cafeteria. Most of the chatter after homeroom was dedicated to what kind of food would the top hero school feed their students. The only one walking the halls with him was the mousy girl from the exam. Her footsteps were not soft at all. For a person with a floating gravity type quirk, you’d expect her to be light on her feet.

She stood in front of him. All shy and uncertain. She seemed to have trouble meeting his eyes when he turned towards her.

He didn’t smell fear on her though.

“I just wanted to thank you for what you did during the exam.” There was a pause. She was peeking through her lashes.

“I didn’t do anything.” Well, nothing for her sake. He tried to sidestep her. Maybe going to the cafeteria wouldn’t be a great place to be if she were going the same way.

To his surprise, she blocked him.

What the hell was she doing?

“Nonsense, it was very brave of you to go after that zero pointer!” She was comically puffing out her cheeks and dramatically retelling the exam. She went on and on about how she was unsure on how she was going to get out of such a situation. Or at least that’s what Katsuki thought she was going about. Her personality was a little too much for him. “I’m Uraraka Ochako!” She did a tiny bow. “You’re Bakugou Katsuki!”

“Yes…” Where was she going with this?

It seemed as if she was expecting something. Her abnormally large eyes got bigger and Katsuki could see the miniscule down tilt of her smile. She didn’t smell upset. “Seriously, what you did was amazing. If it were a real situation, you would have saved a lot of people. It was a selfless act.”

It really wasn’t.

He told her as much.

“Please have lunch with me!” She gave a deep bow. Her chestnut hair made a shield around her face. “As a thank you.” Her heart was racing.

What the hell was going on.

The hall was getting colder. Just behind this random girl were a pair of shining emerald eyes. They glittered in the shadows of the hall.

The hall was dark?

“Bakugou-kun?”

Why was she being so familiar with him?

“What do you say, Kaachan?”

The chill of a hand caressed his face as he stared at Deku, in full Yuei uniform, standing behind this mousy girl. The loser really looked the part. The uniform was slightly ill fitting on his stocky form and his hair was forever wild…hell the tie was done wrong. Katsuki took in all of Deku’s appearance while Deku took in the girl in front of him.

He didn’t look too impressed.

Aren’t you excited?

“I’ve been practicing…”

“Kaachan, I’m Hungry”

The words bubbled up from his mouth as images flashed through his mind. “Why the hell should I?”

The plain eyes ringed with green

The fluttering skirts

~~The limp body~~

Maybe it was the brown hair?

Maybe it was the stomach pains making themselves known.

She looked back up at him, clearly shocked. She had her own version of Deku’s wobbly smile on her lips. Maybe they would have been friends in a different life. Hell, maybe they would have been a couple. This mousey girl and Deku both had that whole ‘innocent’ look going for them. He didn’t exactly like the image.

Was it because she was going to be a hero?

Stop looking at her, Deku.

Why does he care? The little shit knew better. Classmates were always off limits.

The duel haired student came to mind.

He couldn’t care less.

“Students should not loiter in the halls. In fact, we all should be in the lunch hall.” Look who decided to save the day, Mr. Four Eyes.

Gravity girl was quick to turn greet the other extra, but Katsuki didn’t miss the way her eyes would stray towards him occasionally to explain the situation. Four Eyes nodded along. The two nerds fell into a conversation easier than anything Katsuki had witnessed. It was a blessing in disguise. Katsuki made his way around them and to the lunchroom. He ignored any possible calls from them.

Most of the students were too caught up in their own shit to notice him grabbing a few things. The lines weren’t long, but he did notice a few of his new classmates in the line; the background characters that stood behind all the other extras. The quiet rocky looking kid was fretting over the salad bar while the multi-arm freak helped him. Bird Brain wasn’t looking to good in front of him. He looked a little too nervous to get food. The hands were shaking the more the blond stared. Bird Brain put up a good front, but who was he trying to fool? The blond could smell the sweat and fear from him. The line was moving and after the grabbed their stuff, the gothic looking student took a chance and glanced back. Katsuki was sure to give a “welcoming” smile. Birdboy’s head snapped back in front of him after grabbing his food before power walking to the other students.

Strange kid…

After dipping out of the lunchroom, Katsuki was sure that such a fancy school would have security camera’s everywhere, but he didn’t give a fuck as he opened the door to access the roof top. The ‘Do Not Enter’ signs were completely ignored. The blond tucked himself away from view under the stairs leading to the access door.

Deku was quick to curl up next to him with begging slitted eyes. The freak acted as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t been ignoring Katsuki or taunting him. As if he hadn’t been hanging off pretty boy’s shoulders half the day…

Deku eats all the food. His hand hovered over his mouth. His back turned slightly away from Katsuki.

Katsuki is still hungry.

Katsuki is pissed.

Notes:

Yo, its been a long wait and I'm always super sorry about that.
The end of 2019 and all of 2020 I'm focusing and my mental and physical health so writing wasn't happening as much as I would like. Depression sucks.
I'll be adding a chapter to Did You Check Under the Bed? this week (I Promise).
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Chapter 16 Summary:

Combat Training Starts

Notes:

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Chapter Text

“Yo! How was the first day?” They weren’t at Sakura’s slob of an apartment. Instead, they were hanging out in the alley a few blocks away from the apartment all because Katsuki didn’t want to go home yet. The sky was dark and slightly cold out, but that didn’t stop this bitch from wearing her very short jean shorts.

At least she had a jacket.

“It was fine.” They were standing on the corner like the delinquents they are. Sakura was going through a pack of tabako at an impressive and grotesque pace.

She smelt anxious.

“You can’t say that. A big fancy school for heroes must be more exciting than regular schools?”

“We have a hero course, that’s the only difference. A few pro-heroes are teachers. Hell, we didn’t do much today. So, nothing happened.” That wasn’t exactly true. Deku was on his bullshit again. He shouldn’t try to pick favorites.

The fact that Endeavors son was chosen was annoying.

No one was better than Bakugou Katsuki!

“I’m sure that will change. Hell, you might make friends…maybe meet a cute girl that would put up with your shitty attitude.” She said offhandedly blowing smoke into his face. It struck Katsuki at that moment when the smoke burnt the inside of his nose, did Sakura assume Deku went to school with him? She stopped being so nosy with the little shit’s personal life.

With those redden eyes, it was best to assume her brain cells were slowly dying. The blond thumped his head against the solid building behind him.

There was a dog barking a few blocks away. It was oddly distracting.

“What was the point in saving you if you were just going to kill yourself with these cancer sticks, huh?!” Katsuki snatched the smoke from her fingers. The smell was infectious. If his mom catches him before he takes a shower tonight, she’s going to think he’s up to no good with such a smell on him. He made quick work in stomping it out. Deku watched their interaction with mild interest. It seemed his attention was pulled towards the city.

Katsuki had no intention of extending his night further.

Tough luck, Deku.

“I’m not going to drop dead if I have a few rolls, kid.” The nearly empty box in her jacket told Katsuki it was more than just a few.

“Why don’t you go home?” He didn’t feel like continuing this old conversation.

“I could say the same to you too, kid?” She stuffed her hands in her jacket, watching Deku. “Its late.”

He didn’t want to go home.

He didn’t want to go to sleep.

~~Sometimes, he wonders if he’ll wake up…~~

“We’re going home. I have class tomorrow. Go home before something happens.” He left her standing there, but from the sound of her heartbeat he was sure she was heading back to her apartment.

Katsuki ignored the question lingering in the air between them as they walked away. Glittering green eyes were almost pleading to head deeper into the city. The grumbling of his stomach agreed. The blond just pushed forward. He has class tomorrow and he should be going to bed soon.

“Don’t ask.”

“Okay, Kacchan.” Deku looked crestfallen, but he took his hand instead of fighting him on it. “Kacchan, has class. It’s going to be a busy day I think.”

“Yep…”

Kacchan

There were times when he would find himself lying on a warm patch of grass warmed by nothing but the void above them. Nothing would be around as far as the eye could see, but Katsuki was convinced it was just them here.

Wherever that was.

Deku laid next to him. His eyes were soft as he would gently reach out for Katsuki’s arm.

In these still moments where not even air seems to exist, Katsuki would take in the scars on Deku’s body. Some looked very old while some looked fresh. There was a very nasty one on the other’s neck. It was healed but still pink. It was something that Katsuki hadn’t seen before. They seem to just pop up the older Katsuki gets.

Strange, how they popped up yet were already healed.

Silence was absolute here. The grass didn’t even sound when Katsuki rolled onto his back. The sky dark and empty, but that didn’t stop Deku from reaching for it.

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“I hope you all slept well…” Their sleepy sensei seemed to sound like he didn’t care in the slightest. He was looking over some papers as the students were settling down. The bells had yet to ring, but Katsuki sensed something vibrating in the air. It could just be excitement for the new day…something unexpected.

Black claws were gently tapping on the desk.

“Before the bell rings, I want to say I’ll be handing you off to your next sensei. He will be in charge of your next course today.” With that, the underground hero stepped out of the classroom. Katsuki knew he didn’t go far, but something was coming…and fast.

The bell rang and everyone was waiting patiently in their seats. Some looked antsy while others looked half bored.

The door was pushed open, and Katsuki was hit with a faintly familiar scent.

“I am….”

All Might entered the room in all his flair and flash. He looked just as he did on tv, in comic books and for his action figures. Katsuki had a sense of accomplishment gazing upon All Might as his teacher. It’s so palpable that Katsuki almost feels nostalgic. Deku even had a look of awe in his big eyes. The little freak looked like the closest thing to a kid his age.

“…coming through the door like a normal person!”

Everyone in the room was in shock as well.

“It’s All Might!”

“Wow, he really is a teacher!”

“That’s the costume from the Silver Age, isn’t it?”

“Its style is so different; I’m getting goose bumps.”

The number one hero stepped into the class. His signature smile in place as he addressed the student’s curious gaze. “I’ll be teaching basic hero training. A subject where you train in different ways to learn the basics of being a hero. You’ll take the most units of this subject! Let’s get right into it!” Almight flexed in his iconic suit. “This is what we’ll do today—Combat Training! And to go with that are these!” The walls opened to show their assigned numbers. Katsuki knows what that means. He struggled to keep his fangs in check. His claws were digging grooves into the wood of his desk. “Costumes made based on your Quirk registrations and requests you sent in before school started. After you change, gather in Ground Beta!”

It’s a stampede. A complete whirl wind of chaotic energy in the form of excited teens grabbing and marveling at their outfits and gear. Everything that Katsuki has sketched and commented on was in his case. The giant grenade bracers were completely badass. Deku was next to him with wide eyes petting the shiny bracers.

UA had some of the most innovative minds working in the support group. Katsuki had described how his quirk worked and the areas of his body he tended to sweat the most from. There was a small letter from the group that engineered his design. They broke down the material used and how it would collect his sweat. They left their signature (two dots) and a small request that Katsuki tells them how their creation faired in his combat training course.

“Kacchan, we need to get to the training ground!” Everyone, including All Might, were gone. Deku was excitedly pulling him out the door and Katsuki was too high on adrenaline to argue.

With his costume on, Katsuki felt closer to being a Hero.

Ground Beta seemed to be the same place that they took their exam. The empty city buildings were rebuilt like they hadn’t wrecked the place destroying those robots.

The class looked a little different with their hero costumes on. He had to give a double take at the prim and proper Yaoyorozu. Her costume wasn’t much…literal. Her exposed skin seemed to draw the eye of a short purple student. The pervert seemed very much distracted by the girl’s hero suit.

“Um…Bakugou-kun, your costume looks nice.” Gravity girl broke off from the group to approach him. “It’s really cool. It matches your quirk.” She was giving him that same unsure smile. Her heart was pounding in his ears.

Deku presence was gripping his arms.

“Yeah…” He spied her costume. It seemed a bit too tight for her personality. There were two dots just above her chest. Katsuki took a minute to take in her outfit again. It seemed fairly like his design as he takes in the bracers around her wrists. Their hero suits must have been made by the same group.

Before she could say something else, the booming voice of their teacher cut in.

All Might takes in each of their appearance with pride and it makes the blond chest swell.

“They say the clothes make the man, young men and ladies. Be fully aware from now on you are heroes!” Everyone nodded in agreement. “That’s great, everyone. You all look so cool!” All Might gestured to the expansive fake city behind him. “Now, shall we begin, you zygotes?”

All Might began his explanation of the training ground and their lesson today. Several students speak up with their questions and All Might gently corrects them. While Katsuki is very excited to use his quirk, especially in an enclosed environment, he is not too thrilled to learn that they will have to work in teams. He doesn’t think these extras could be counted on.

Katsuki didn’t have to worry about teamwork in middle school. The thought of not passing this exercise due to having an incompetent partner heats his palms.

“Teams will be chosen at random using this box.” Almight is quick to pull out the yellow box.

“They’re being decided so haphazardly?”

Pros often must create makeshift teams with heroes from other agencies, but with or without a team…

Kacchan will always win.

Katsuki could practically feel the nerd nuzzling his neck. The grip on his wrist loosened.

“In real life scenarios, heroes have to pull from different agencies to neutralize a threat.”

“Oh.” The student in the mech like suit, who Katsuki suspects as Mr. Stick-Up-His-Ass, bows to All Might. “I apologize for my rudeness!”

With complete ease, All Might let the situation drop. “Let’s do this quickly!”

They picked their tickets and matched up with their paired letters. Katsuki is shocked to see who is on team A with him.

“Let’s work together, Bakugou-kun!” Gravity girl says with a faint blush on her big cheeks.

Team A: Bakugou Katsuki/ Ochacko Uraraka

Team B: Iida Tenya/ Todoroki Shouto

Team C: Mezou Shouji/ Minoru Mineta

Team D: Yaoyorozu Momo/ Shinsou Hitoshi

Team E: Ashido Mina/ Yuga Aoyama

Team F: Rikido Sato/ Koji Koda

Team G: Jirou Kyouka / DKaminari Denki

Team H: Tsuyu Asui/ Fumikage Tokoyami

Team I: Hagakure Toru/ Mashirao Ojiro

Team J: Kirishima Eijirou/ Sero Hanta

“Villain Team A: Bakugou Katsuki/ Ochacko Uraraka vs Hero Team B: Iida Tenya/ Todoroki Shouto are the first up. Everyone else go back to the monitor room.”

Katsuki tries not to show how excited he is to see the team he was up against. Gravity girl hands him a paper. It’s the blueprints to their assigned building.

“It’s a lot of work to memorize the building floor plans.” She’s hiding the majority of her face when she looks at him. “But All Might is just the same as when he’s on tv. Unlike with Aizawa-sensei, it looks like there will be no punishments for this exercise.” She gave him a reassuring smile. “So, we can rela-”

“You shouldn’t be relaxed. Heroes doesn’t let their guard down, so we shouldn’t either.” Katsuki is the first to enter the building, ignoring the mousy girl that follows him. They have some time to prepare before the ‘hero team comes.

“But Bakugou-kun we’re supposed to be the villain in this training exercise!”

Katsuki turns to her after they reach the bomb. “The best way to be a Hero is to think like a villain, Gravity Girl.” That seems to get her thinking a bit. She walked up to the fake bomb and inspects it.

“I can–”

“Listen, I don’t care what you do.” Katsuki heard footsteps approaching the building. “Just don’t get in my way.” Deku’s nails digging into his skin lets him know the freak must be hearing the other team approaching too. The sharp pain grounds him. He’s here in UA.

He’s here with the greatest hero of all time.

He’s here and he’s going to show them that he is going to take that spot.

This is his beginning and no stupid extra that happens to be the son of the Endeavor is going to stop him.

Katsuki barely registered Gravity Girl touching his arm. He’s too focused on the anticipation suffocating him. Deku is in his chest. It feels like he’s manually pumping his heart as the blond tries to calm down.

The intercom sounds and its All Might’s voice ringing through. “Now, let’s start the indoor person-person combat training with Team A and Team B.”

Three things happen at once.

The horn blares.

He’s in the air.

There is ice everywhere.

Gravity Girl has a determined face as she lifts them and the bomb in the air. Katsuki heard the sharp crackling of ice rushing towards them and freezing the surrounding area, mostly the floor. The new cold environment would have put a damper on his quirk, but he had accumulated more than enough sweat waiting for the ‘heroes’.

There is a sound of engines igniting and racing Katsuki’s way. He wonders if the ice freak knows where they are. Katsuki uses small explosions to push Gravity Girl and the bomb to the corner of the room. She doesn’t seem to be struggling like she did in the exams.

He rockets towards the door, melting ice around certain spots. He had his grenade ready. Glasses had no idea what hit him when he used the flash and shockwave of his quirk to shun him. The fancy mech suit slipped, no longer used to being on ice. The friction on the dry cement makes the other tumble hard. Kasuki used the tools given to him for the exercise and tied up the unconscious student. With that done, he shot after his real target.

“Bakugou-kun wait!”

Todoroki was nothing like Katsuki. The blond could see that the other sucked at close combat fighting. He found the other using scent and hearing alone. He was sure that the hero team had limitations on trying to do as little property damage as possible. Katsuki didn’t have to worry about that.

Coming up on the half-frozen boy, Todoroki put up an ice wall. A wall that Katsuki immediately took down with the impact of his explosion. He got up close to the boy, grappling him and forcing him into a submission hold. The other seemed to have gone into survival mode as he did not use his quirk to dislodge Katsuki, instead he clawed at the blond’s arms as Katsuki tightened his hold on the other’s neck. The biting cold wasn’t enough to make him stop.

Was this all Endeavor’s son had to give?

Where the hell was his strength!

“Bakugou! Bakugou, stop!” footsteps quickly approached him. “Bakugou, he’s tapped out!” Katsuki loosened his hold. His red eyes looking down at the unconscious boy in his arms.

Gravity girl’s cheeks were fire red as she took giant gulps of air. “We won.” She says finally after catching her breath.

Katsuki paid no mind to her as he stared at the Todoroki boy.

“Time is up! The Villain team wins, due to full submission on hero team. A recovery team is coming to collect Team B, team A please come up to the monitoring room.”

Why did it sound like he didn’t win?

Just as promised, a recovery team came to collect the two students. Him and cheeks, went back to the monitoring room with the rest of the class. It was quiet. A few students stood clear of him when he came in. Some gathered around Gravity Girl to ask questions.

Deku left him to pace around. The freak was sitting against the back wall. He looked happy. He had a smile on his face.

The familiar scent of something old and rotting passed by. It wasn’t enough to pull Katsuki from his thoughts. What pulled him from his thoughts was the solid voice of his teacher. “Young Bakugou, could I have a word with you for a minute?” All Might stood in front of him.

His smile didn’t reach his eyes.

“Yeah?”

All Might scanned the room of excited teens talking. His eyes faltered by the wall then back at Katsuki. Katsuki wondered what had his attention. Whatever it was, the hero must have shaken it off because he looked fine after glancing back at the wall.

“Could it be in private?”

Katsuki shrugged his shoulders and followed the Hero to the hallway. They were far enough that they had privacy from the group, but close enough for his teacher to keep an eye on his other students. “Young Bakugou, on paper you are above average for those your age. Your quirk is very powerful and versatile. I was happy to see how you maneuvered in the air. Your examine scores were off the charts, but with all that power you must use it accordingly. For a real villain situation such a hold would be fine, but for your classmates it was a little excessive.” All Might tried to put him down gently. “You understand?” His large hand rested on his shoulder like a great weight.

Katsuki stared up at his idol. “Yeah.”

Why should he hold back when they could just catch up?

They made it back to the monitoring room. It seems as if no one missed them. The red head approached him with a sharp but friendly smile. His costume was reminiscent of a hero from the older generation. “Yo, Bakugou-san, you were amazing out there. Really took Todoroki by surprise. You and Uraraka-san made a great team. You guys coordinated that zero-gravity stunt with little communication!” The other boy gave him a pat on the back. “Who taught you that grappling move? Think you can give me some tips?”

The blond thought the other was never going to shut up. His mouth was running a mile a minute. When would it stop?

Deku didn’t look too pleased by their interaction and Katsuki’s patience was wearing thin.

“I taught myself.” He shouldered his way to the wall. “I don’t think you got time for tips, you’re up next.” Even with his tone, the red head was pleased with his response. Shitty Hair and his partner went down after All Might announced the next teams. They’ll be using a different building due to the ice in the other one.

It’s going to be a long day.

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Kacchan,
What's the one thing you always wanted?

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