#Their relationship is so complicated and complex it makes me froth at the mouth

[stubbornness-and-spite]

Say You're Sorry Like We Do (Not Like How They Tell You Is Right)

Alternate titles:

I Don't Need Your Apologies(I've Already Got Your Blood In My Veins And My Bones In Your Chest)

Local Demolitions Expert Tries to Make Things Better. Succeeds In Making Them Worse.

Fandom: MHA/BNHA

Pairing: BakuDeku(undefined, not explicitly romantic but platonic doesn’t feel right either)

Summary: Bakugou wants to make things better. He makes them worse. Luckily for him, Midoriya isn't putting up with his bullshit.

Read on AO3 - notes/warnings on AO3 (canon-typical + swearing)

Word Count: 1031

Reblogs/comments are very appreciated!!

*fic continues under the cut*

Izuku never thought he’d almost miss hearing “Deku” spat at him, but he’d also never thought that there would be a time when he wouldn’t hear it. For better or for worse, he never could picture his life without Kacchan in it.

But Kacchan was still in his life and he hadn’t had “Deku” spat at him in almost a month. Kacchan had just… stopped talking to him altogether. Whenever he did say something to Izuku, it was either paired with a quiet “nerd” or no name at all. Izuku hated it. What they’d had before wasn’t good, but it felt like Kacchan was spitting on it anyway, like he’d passed over hatred for Izuku and moved into apathy.

Izuku had taken to pushing Kacchan's buttons on purpose to get him to say anything to Izuku. He’d gotten more than a few explosions to the face, but Kacchan's mouth had remained as closed as ever.

“Deku?” Ochako asked at lunch one day. Izuku’s one saving grace was that Ochako still called him Deku, even if it didn’t have any history behind it when she did. “Are you okay? I don’t know what’s up with him but Bakugou has been practically attacking you lately. Are you doing okay?”

Izuku frowned. “What?”

Ochako shrugged. “He’s just been so angry lately. More than usual. And he’s taking it out on you, which isn’t fair.”

Izuku stared at her. “He’s been ignoring me for a month, what are you talking about?”

“Ignoring you?” Tenya chimed in. “He sent you to Recovery Girl yesterday!”

“Yeah,” Izuku said slowly. “Because I told him if he didn’t start trying harder then it wasn’t even going to take any effort to beat him.” Izuku scowled. “And he still ignored me.”

“Were you-” Ochako paused. “Were you trying to antagonize him?”

“Yeah,” Izuku said. It was obvious wasn’t it? “I thought maybe he was going through something, but he’s acting the same to everyone else. It’s just me he’s treating like I’m made of glass and going to break if he looks at me wrong.”

“He sent you to Recovery Girl with burns on your face,” Tenya stressed.

“And I broke his wrist!” Izuku finally snapped. “I broke Kacchan’s fucking wrist and he still wouldn’t say a word to me!” Izuku’s cheeks started to burn as the lunch room fell quiet.

“Bro, is your wrist broken?” Izuku heard Kirishima ask. “You should go to Recovery Girl.”

“I’m fine,” Kacchan growled.

Izuku whirled around and stormed over to their table. “Then why are you fucking ignoring me?” He snarled. “You’ve never had a problem telling me when I messed up before, why start now?”

“It’s nothing,” Kacchan muttered. “Let it go.” Izuku scowled and elbowed his way onto the lunch bench beside Kacchan.

“It’s something,” Izuku said firmly. “Because you haven’t stopped talking to me this much since we were four and you were so excited about showing off your quirk that you refused to admit that it was burning your hands until I found you hiding behind the school with your palms bleeding. So tell me what’s wrong.”

Kacchan scowled at his lunch. “I’m trying to be a better person, alright?” He growled. “I know you’d get just as pissed as I would if I started holding back on you in training, but I don’t need to fucking insult you all the time, alright?!”

“Bullshit,” Izuku said quietly. “Bull. Shit. Kacchan.” He huffed. “If that were true you’d be acting differently with everyone, but it’s not everyone, it’s just me.”

Kacchan jerked his head up to glare at Izuku. “Well, I didn’t tell everyone to take a swan dive off the roof, now did I?!”

Izuku saw Kacchan's friends drawing back in shock, and noticed Tenya and Ochako doing the same from where they’d followed him partway over. He scoffed. “Like you were the first person to say that. You know perfectly well that if I had jumped after you’d said that, it would have been off a roof that was only high enough to break a few bones and it would have been purely out of spite.”

“Yeah,” Kacchan said roughly.

“And we both know you barely let me out of your sight for the next week and were ready to tackle me back any time I got anywhere close to a ledge,” Izuku added.

“Yeah,” Kacchan repeated. “Doesn’t make it okay.”

Izuku sighed. “No, it doesn’t. But neither does pretending it never happened and I don’t exist. I spent a long time having people pretend I didn’t exist. You were never one of them. Don’t start being one now.”

Kacchan sighed. “Midoriya-”

Izuku saw red. One for All rushed through his body as he jabbed a finger into Kacchan's chest hard enough to bruise. “Fuck that and fuck you, Kacchan,” he snarled. “Don’t you dare call me by my family name as if we didn’t grow up together. As if the fact that I don’t have any childhood memories that don’t involve you means nothing. You’ve never called me Midoriya and I’d rather spend the rest of our lives with you calling me useless than hear you start now.” He jabbed Kacchan in the chest again. “If you want to be a better person, then don’t start by deciding what’s best for me. If you want to stop calling me Deku even though it doesn’t bother me anymore because there’s baggage there when you say it, then call me Izuku. Don’t call me Midoriya like we were never friends and none of it ever mattered.” Izuku choked on his words and his power faded back under his skin. “That’s- that’s worse, Kacchan,” he hissed. “Fuck you. It mattered.”

Kacchan rubbed at his chest. “You hate it when I call you Deku.”

Izuku rolled his eyes. “And you hate it when I call you Kacchan. That’s the point.”

Kacchan's lips quirked upwards. “I don’t hate it that much,” he admitted.

Izuku raised his eyebrows. “Since when are you soft?”

Kacchan grin curled into something closer to a snarl. “Who’re you calling soft, Deku ?”

Izuku beamed. “The guy who fell off a bridge because he couldn’t stop showing off, Kacchan .”