#cue Bakugo's kid being a menace

[8em-em-em8]

After that last chapter I've got an idea where Izuku and Katsuki ends up as acquaintance more that real friends over the years because post canon Katsuki tries to put distance in between them to try to move on. Izuku often thinks about him and what they had but thinks the fact that they fell apart is more because they are both busy with their jobs than anything else. Doesn't realise he broke Katsuki's heart and no one tells him (they know, they just don't want to get murdered by Bakugo/make it worse since Midorya apparently chose Ochaco).

Bakugo gets married 2 years later, his partner is a fellow hero, a man, and he becomes a bit of a queer icon because of course Bakugo takes no bullshit. But yeah, most informations Izuku gets about Bakugo are either on the news or second hand from their mutual friends (Dynamight's affiliated to high risks fights missions and Deku more of a rescue guy now, helping when he can, so they don't meet often on the field).

Until one day several years later, Izuku has been living alone for a year, since he broke up with Ochaco, and someone is at the door at 9pm.

Opening the door is like a punch in the face : Katsuki looks tired, and his eyes are red rimmed, and even if Izuku hasn't seen him do so often in his life, it's obvious he cried. He has a big bag thrown over one of his shoulder, and on the other is resting the head of a sleeping toddler.

Izuku's only seen the baby in pictures before but she has the same face as her father even though her hair are a strong black rather than an untameable blond mop.

''Kacchan?''

''Hey nerd.'' Katsuki sounds embarrassed, but maybe too tired to be angry about it. ''I know we- I know we're not really friends anymore but... Can we crash here tonight?''

You don't have to ask Izuku twice, and maybe he doesn't understand yet, but he doesn't hesitate one second before taking Katsuki to his room.

''You sure?'' Katsuki hesitates on the threshold. ''Were are you going to sleep?''

''I'm sure. There is not enough space on the futon for two person and I'm pretty sure you'll want to stay with her. Haru, right?''

For a second, Katsuki looks at him and it's maybe the first time Izuku gets to see such a heartbreaking emotion on his face. He looks thankful, maybe even fond, but also profoundly sad.

''... Yeah, her name is Haru.'' he confirms, kissing her little forehead- and isn't that a sight. ''Forgot you never seen her before.'' Katsuki adds before putting a knee to the bed and carefully bending down to put his daughter on the wall side of the bed. The little girl doesn't stir, and after making sure she's well tucked, Katsuki follows Izuku out.

He let the door half open, probably to be sure to hear if Haru wakes up before he goes to bed.

They end up on the couch, Katsuki with his head in his hand. And Izuku is struck by how much he doesn't know his childhood friend anymore when he goes to rub his back but holds back, not sure how it will be received.

''Do you want to talk about it?'' he asks.

For a second silence rings in the appartement, only broken by the sound of the fridge, but then Katsuki's shoulder start to tremble and just like that he is crying again.

''I made a mistake.'' He says, voice rough while he rubs furiously at his eyes. ''I made a huge fucking mistake. I should have known, we should have talked about it, I should have seen the signs-''

When Izuku sees Katsuki's fists starting to fizzle, little tendrils of smoke escaping from between his clenched fingers, it's like all caution flies out the window : he immediately grads them, trying to soothe his friend.

''Kacchan.''

''I'm divorcing my husband.'' Katsuki spits, and here is the anger. The hate is so clear in his tear soaked eyes that even tho Izuku himself never men him, he despites the man instantly.

''Did he... Did he cheat on you?'' Izuku tries, wanting to understand.

Katsuki's laugh is bitter and cold.

''If only.'' he rubs at his eyes again, but then he puts his hand back in Izuku's and Izuku is embarrassed to feel warmth at that gesture, to see that even after all these years, he can still be a source of comfort for Kacchan. ''This afternoon we... We learned that Haru is quirkless.''

Oh.

Oh.

Izuku feels like he was doused with an ice water bucket. Involuntarily his fingers clench on Katsuki's hand.

''What happened?'' he asks, not even sure he's ready for the answer.

''Ueda he- it's like I didn't know him anymore. He started to shout at everyone, he insulted the doctor, called our surrogate mother all the names he could think of, as if it was her fault. As there was any fault to have.'' Izuku can feel his eyes fill with tears, his eyes bored into Katsuki's panicked ones. ''I swear 'Zuku, I tried to talk to him about it, I fucking swear. But he didn't want to hear anything, he- he called Haru useless. I thought she was in her room, I didn't want her to hear all that shit but she came out to ask for a drink and he just pointed at her and said he wouldn't have an useless kid.'' another sob breaks Katsuki's voice and now they are both gripping at each other. Their clenched hands are uncomfortable with sweat but it's the last of Izuku's problems, because right now Katsuki needs him. ''I swear she's the only reason I didn't kill him on the spot. I just took her overnight bag and we left. You were the only person I could think of.''

Izuku nods, and hesitantly he lifts a hand, just a suggestion, but Katsuki doesn't seems to think about it long before Izuku is engulfed in a desperate hug. He can feel that Katsuki is still crying, he knows it's better not to say anything about it. Instead Izuku rocks his friend, just a little.

''You did good. The both of you can stay as long as you want.''

[beneathashadytree]

Hello! May I request an imagine with class 1-A and class 1-B reacting to a new transfer student who has a quirk that's basically like Scarlet Witch's but without the reality warping thing and the quirk is called Hex? Maybe a little shipping with Bakugo or people of your choice on the side as well? Thank you!

HEX QUIRK-HAVING TRANSFER STUDENT - DENKI KAMINARI HEADCANONS

Warnings : none I think, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff, a bit of crack ig lmao

Word count : 3.2K words (omg what)

Synopsis : Denki Kaminari's in for a rollercoaster of a ride during his first year.

Additional notes : I chose Denki cause I never wrote for him before! This might be a bit inaccurate since I haven't watched anything related to the MCU, and I'm not that good at creating OCs, so I'm really sorry if this wasn't what you expected! But I hope you like these headcanons---please tell me what you think of these!

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Masterlist

With all the shit that happens on an almost-daily basis, it sometimes slips the students' minds that, at the end of the day, UA High was first and foremost a high school for teenagers

And like most reputable high schools that offer incredible hero, support, business, and general courses that focus on both the theoretical and practical aspects of hero work, UA High offered a few empty slots every year for transfer students to take the chance and spend a year on campus

It was already difficult to meet the requirements for getting accepted at the school as a regular student, and even harder to do so as a transfer student, seeing as their grade guidelines were almost impossible to meet

That being said, the occasional transfer student was always noticed by the facility and the student body, because they were all always equally fascinated and intrigued by them

Plus, it kinda stood out when someone wasn't yet used to the oddity that is being apart of UA High and its shenanigans

So when a rather lost-looking kid stumbled amidst the morning crowd near the gates, everyone had to do a double take, quickly realizing that they were brand new

Despite the slightly baffled look on their face, they seemed rather put-together, an air of calmness surrounding them

Of course the first one to scout them out was Neito Monoma, for one soul obvious reason:

"I'm Monoma, and you are...? Well, let's hope you're not part of the wretched 1-A class. They're absolute dunces."

Cue confused blinking from the transfer student, half registering the blond's menacing tone and half taken aback by his (what he'd hoped was devilishly charming) grin

"Um, but isn't the fact that they're called 1-A proof that they're of highest position?"

This triggered an angry snap from Monoma, who launched into a lengthy explanation of just how pathetic the privileged losers in 1-A were and how 1-B reigned superior.

Eying him as he yelled his head off, the poor student had to watch as a pretty girl bonked his head

They could swear that her fist was twice the boy's size, and that being her quirk probably would've made sense, considering that this was the hero course after all

"Sorry about him, he's an overenthusiastic moron," the ginger had smiled as she dragged him away by the ear, "I'm Itsuka Kendo, and honestly, whichever class you're in doesn't matter, all that matters is that you work hard to become a real hero!"

Her presence was rather calming, and her nerves had been soothed after the rather... shocking boy

Not for long though, because a certain someone's girl radar had been turned on (unfortunately) at Kendo's presence

What looked like an oversized grape (was it? They could swear the thing barely reached their waist) had catapulted in their direction

"Mineta, no! Kendo'll kill you!" a harsh shout came from behind her, and they were quickly alerted to duck before impact

Before another disaster could occur, they were witnessing yet another case of a guy being dragged by the ear, this time by a much taller blond boy and an exasperated-looking lankier one.

"He's disgusting, sorry," the blond sheepishly said, before wrinkling his nose at the grape-resembling boy, "What on earth where you even trying to do this time?"

His black-haired friend shook his head, producing thick tape from his elbows so he could tie up the harasser's hands, "That should get him to behave for a bit."

"I'm Denki Kaminari, and this is Hanta Sero," that earned a wave from the slender guy, "We're off to the assembly a bit late, but if you need anything or anyone to show you the ropes, just ask for us in 1-A."

"That guy just called you guys idiots," they'd blankly pointed out

"Yeah, well he has a stick shoved up his a---"

"Aaaaand that's our cue to leave, Denki," and that was the third time within the last five minutes someone was being dragged away from a scene

Once the start-of-term assembly had commenced, they were quick to be outed by the mole principal as a new and temporary student, transferred to 1-A

Legend has it Monoma's horrified moaning and Kendo's smack of retaliation was heard all the way in Shinjuku

If someone strained their ears, Tsuburaba's threats to drill him to the floor could also be heard

But the announcement also meant that 20 pairs of eyes were trained on them for full inspection from head to toe

21 if you counted All Might's curious gaze

They weren't really fazed, not even when an ash-blonde nearly blasted them out of the way on the staircase for being a "damned extra and a waste of space" and for having "a shitty useless quirk, probably", and not even when his red-haired companion apologized with a hopeless look in his direction

They quickly settled down in the seat at the back corner of the classroom, zoning out a bit when the homeroom teacher, Aizawa sensei, gave the class a quick briefing about them

They all started firing questions in their direction, but with one hard glare everyone cowered back into their seats

It was only over lunch when seemingly the entirety of 1-A crowded around them to dump all their questions

"Hex? What's that?" a curious invisible girl asked

"I can manipulate energy fields to blow things up, stop moving projectiles, create force fields, deflect magic attacks, change the composition of physical objects, and I can also wield telepathic and telekinetic powers."

"But aren't these rather unrelated powers?" the bespectacled class rep asked

"If my presumptions are correct, their quirk is divided into two different sections, a hex-enabled portion and a psionic portion. That's the only way this would be possible, considering the fact that some of these powers are purely psychic while the others focus on energy manipulation through a medium, which could only be a hex," a green-haired boy began to mumble to himself, distracting his friends as they began to discuss the topic in lengthy details

Completely forgotten, they began to nibble at their bento of the day, the lunch they'd prepared distracting them enough that they didn't notice Denki hurtling their way with rosy cheeks and an excited grin

"That's got to be the best thing ever! You can do a whole lot of stuff and it all technically falls under one quirk. I bet you've got great control over it too," he slumped over, groaning, "And I still shock myself stupid every other day."

"Still, I think it's cool that you have such a flashy quirk and that you can use it pretty easily, though," they mused, a hint of admiration seeping through their words, "It's not every day you see someone with an electricity-based quirk who can produce that much voltage."

At that, Denki looked like a cross between a tomato and a peacock, equal parts embarrassed and proud

That was probably the first time he felt genuinely appreciated by someone other than his friends who'd frequently hype him up as their bro

And also probably the first time Denki felt flustered enough to zap himself into short-circuiting so hard that even Mina's hair frizzed out

It didn't take that long for the new student to fit right into their class

Everyone was welcoming enough on their own, but the solidarity between them all and the way they all seemed to be interwoven with each other was particularly comforting

Not even Bakugou, the one most likely to blast them to bits for not being relevant enough, had to relent to the fact that they were far more capable for him to dismiss them

After all, when trainings started it was more than evident that their force fields could even deflect Aoyama's most powerful laser beam and scatter the rays into a distorted mess.

Their force fields, though putting a strain on their body to keep them up, were more than enough to keep Kirishima at bay at his full hardening power

Sero's tapes couldn't tie them down; with a flick of their hand and a frown of concentration they could very well send them flying back into Shoto, whose ice they'd managed to reduce to a gooey mess they'd trapped him in

And when Shinsou joined them for training, their psyche fortitude granted them the strength to battle against his brainwashing by using their telekinetic abilities to wield various weapons lying around their training grounds as flying projectiles to momentarily stun him and break off his concentration

So Bakugou, who only ever had one ounce of respect for Kirishima whom he'd always viewed as a (relative) equal, didn't stand a chance of protesting that they were unworthy when their explosions sent them propelling in a manner similar to his

Mans was pretty damn stunned, thinking they'd copied his quirk like Monoma would or something

Really; all it was was a technical trick designed by Hatsume, based off of Bakugou's costume design

Wearing huge metal casings around their hands hid the small screws and bolts clutched in their fists, and by using their quirk, they could blow them up by rapidly disassembling their molecules

Even their telekinesis proved helpful sometimes during fights against Tokoyami, when the mental intrusion distracted Dark Shadow in a rather humorous way

Poor Tokoyami; he thought he was going through puberty all over again and losing control out of nowhere

And Denki was always in awe, whether he was actually facing them in a one-on-one battle, or fighting alongside them, or even watching them face off one of his classmates

See, it wasn't the first time he found himself enraptured and curious to learn more about someone

He was a rather fun and flirty guy, and definitely one of the more amicable people in 1-A

But something about them had him wanting to spend more and more of his time chatting along with them, even if for five measly minutes between classes

Eventually when it came to night-time, he found himself knocking on their dorm room and offering to spend time playing games with them

At first, he'd opted to drag Kirishima or Sero or even a bored Bakugou along, just because he didn't want to accidentally scare them away by being too forward

After all, rejection wasn't the nicest feeling when it was directed towards him only (he'd been on the receiving end far too many times)

And he really wanted to be close to them, even if platonically was his only route to take! They were just so nice and incredibly powerful!

In all honesty, he wasn't at all subtle, considering that he'd often blatantly stare at them with a cheesy smile on his face and a pink blush---though he'd deny it vehemently if he were asked about it

And trust me, EVERYONE was asking about it because holy---he was the most obvious guy in the world when it came to his feelings

Yes, he'd finally come to terms with his crush when Sero had asked him while sparring together; there really was no point in denying it anymore when he could feel his heart beat erratically in his chesta at their every hearty compliment his way or every laugh they laughed in his dorm room whenever he invited them over

RIP Denki, no one's gonna let you live down That One Time™️ you yelled their name when Ojiro's tail woke you up from a nap during Ectoplasm's explanation of the exponential function

And if their own raging blush was anything to go by, they'd never get over it either

Mortification and mortal embarrassment aside, he actually thought it was rather rewarding to have them finally get the hint

Or at least, he felt they did, seeing as they consistently made efforts to seek him out since then

Knocking softly at his door past curfew while evading Iida's scoldings as best they could

Taking a seat beside him during lunchtime, which Mineta was forced to leave with a glare directed at them (not getting over the fact that they were partially the reason why he couldn't ogle Kendo on the first day of the term)

Helping him with his studies when he was dangerously close to failing multiple times throughout the year and eventually aiding him scrape by

And slowly the compliments they gave him sporadically grew less generic and far more specific and sweet-sounding

"I think your shirt looks great on you. Black's your color."

"You're much better of a hero than you give yourself credit for. I think you're incredible, actually."

And finally the one that K.O'd him

Mina had casually stated for the billionth time that Todoroki was the class's most handsome boy, and even the usually nonchalant Jirou and Momo had agreed on this, much to the guys' annoyance

But the Hex quirk user loudly interrupted their giggling

"Actually, I find Denki the most handsome boy in school."

That's it, he was done for. Grave digging was now Sero's job, thank you very much

Not only did they think he was better looking than Shoto, they'd actually admitted it amidst the entire class---and the cherry on top, they saw him as the hottest in the school

Not just in 1-A; no, the entirety of UA High

He might've or might've not passed out for a couple of minutes right there, faceplanting in Shoji's lap with what sounded like a pathetic whimper

After that strike to the heart (and many other strikes when they'd absolutely thrash Bakugou during training), the blonde made it his life mission to get them to be his s/o

He was a smooth talker by fault yes, but he'd never actually dated anyone, and that sort of put a damper on his confidence whenever he tried to work up the courage

But now that he knew for sure that they viewed him as that special?

He'd die trying honestly

And that's how he snuck up on them on the patio of Heights Alliance at twilight during their mid-term week-long vacation

He hadn't expected a blindingly bright force field to slam into his abdomen and knock the breath out of him, but honestly someone should've warned him against soundlessly walking up behind someone and tapping their shoulder

When will you learn that your actions have consequences

After about a dozen 'I'm so sorry, oh my God's had tumbled from their lips, helping him up with slightly shaky arms and an apologetic smile that still sent butterflies battling in his stomach despite his pained expression, he finally sat down beside them on the wooden steps

"I just wanted to have a talk with you."

They'd teasingly nudged him, "You sound awfully serious. I'm not sure how to feel about this?"

Cue an adorable laugh from Denki, "Well, I kinda have to be serious if I'm gonna confess to someone."

...

Denki Kaminari, everyone. Confesses before the actual confession, and barely would've noticed it, had they not gasped and turned a bright beet red. If he could, he'd be jumping six feet under already out of sheer embarrassment.

"Cat's out of the bag now, huh?" he awkwardly looked away, rubbing his neck, beginning to laugh as he always did in an attempt to ease the tension.

"As expected of you, honestly," they'd managed to choke out, the raging blush on their face not letting up as they inched closer, "If it makes you feel any better, I have feelings for you too."

Heaving out a breath of relief he didn't know he'd been holding, he clutched his chest in an almost comical sight

He was wondering why they weren't kissing already but he had to hide it well ok

"But, I'm a bit worried," they looked down at their lap and fiddled with their fingers, "Cause I'm leaving by the end of this year. And I don't want that to hurt the both of us."

The normally-cheery blond deflated for a second. He'd completely forgotten the fact that they were, essentially, a transfer student rhat wasn't here to stay

Blissful ignorance, you could say

Now that it was brought to his attention, he wished he'd stayed as oblivious as he was at the start, because he definitely did not like the added stress of having a time limit set on his first potential relationship

But then he perked up just as fast as his mood had fallen

"We can video call all the time! And have virtual dates and all that kind of stuff," he enthused, before his eyes widened and a huge grin made its way on his face, "Or even better, we can convince your school to let you finish all your school years here at UA. I'm 100% sure All Might can get a good word in, and Aizawa sensei will definitely help with the paperwork."

"Denki..."

Their saddened voice was a reminder that at the end of the day, it was all hopeful wishing; a bunch of wistful dreams made up by two teenagers falling for each other.

He, for once, felt annoyingly helpless, and grew increasingly aware of how ridiculous he sounded

"Please?" his tone was almost-begging, "I just, I don't want to give up like this. I genuinely like you, and I want to put effort into us. Is it... is it so bad to want that?"

They began to tear up, and Denki rushed to try and apologize with a careful hand on their back, but their gentle smile was consolation for him; reassurance that their glossy eyes weren't an indication of them being upset by him

"It isn't, because I want the same thing," they blinked their tears away, looking fresh-faced as ever when they looked back at him, "Let's give it a shot, come what may."

If he could, he would've done a victory dance at their words, chest feeling instantaneously lighter---but he couldn't, because they'd wrapped him up in an embrace that felt so warm he could feel himself going woozy

It was a feeling he'd never experienced before and currently basked in; having your new s/o hug you tight that you momentarily forgot about worries for the future

Even someone like himself, who normally always had something to say, couldn't find it in himself to interrupt the silence so soon

But of course, within a couple of minutes in that position, he began to get antsy and a bit surprised he hadn't accidentally shocked himself out of excitement

"Ok but can we seal it with a kiss?" he cheekily asked, earning an airy laugh as they pulled away from his arms

"Fine, have your much-needed kiss I guess."

And though they teasingly worded it to seem as though he were the needy one and they were complying, the soft lips that met his so eagerly said otherwise---eitherways, he wouldn't change it for the world.

Rumor has it Bakugou was watching from his window with a smirk on his face, but if anyone were to even think of bringing that up he'd burn them to crisp

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[duckymcdoorknob]

Drabble request, "I'll give you five seconds to run" lee deku (with kirideku or bakudeku) plsssss!

KIRIDEKU TIME BOIS

anyways, another long ass “Drabble” aka a midsize fic. lol anyways.

Also my favorite MHA tfic Headcannon is going to be in this: Bakugo betraying Deku.

Warnings: probably some cursing idk bro.

“I’ll give you five seconds to run, Midoriya.” Kirishima whispered in a gruff voice.

All of Class 1-A turned to face the two boys.

“Oh geez! I’m so sorry Kirishima! I didn’t mean to break it! I’m so sorry! Ahh! I can get you a new-“

“I’m telling you to run, and you sit here and mutter. You best run the hell away before I break you, like you broke my Crimson Riot figure!” Kirishima acted like his own words wounded him. He didn’t care about the figure, he just wanted to help the frequently anxious boy get some relief.

“K-Kirishima! I’m so so so sorry!!!” Midoriya‘s apologies poured out of his mouth like clockwork; he was so used to apologizing for anything, and everything.

“Jeez, Deku.” Kirishima rubbed the back of his neck in exasperation, “Mr. Aizawa was right, you’re too selfless for your own good.”

Aizawa let out a sigh and retreated to his sleeping bag. He didn’t have time to be part of any conflicts.

“H-hey! I am not!” The greenette whined, “I just broke your property! I want to replace it, that’s all.”

“Shut up shitty nerd, he’s completely right.” Bakugo responded with a scoff.

The freckled boy crossed his arms with a hmpf.

“Ohh Midoriya,” Kirishima let out a sigh, “I told you to run.”

“W-w-wait! Kirishima! What’re you p-plotting?” Deku started to back up with his hands up on defense.

“Well if I’ve known Kirishima this long...” Kaminari interrupted, “you best prepare yourself for some fresh embarrassment.”

Deku began to internally curse at himself, “oh shit oh shit oh shit if I was more careful this whole thing could’ve been avoided. Shit shit shit!”

The green haired boy’s emerald eyes widened as he was pushed to the floor. He fell on his butt with an audible oof.

Kirishima pushed the panicking boy backwards and straddled his waist.

“Can we talk about this??” Midoriya spoke in a high octaved voice, “And is no one going to help me?!”

Deku looked around the room to see his classmates anxiously waiting, Kaminari and Bakugo both with huge menacing grins, and his only hope fast asleep in a sleeping bag.

“Now now Deku, you’re going to regret breaking my property!” Kirishima cracked his fingers and grinned with a plan in his mind.

“Oy, shitty hair.” Bakugo chimed in.

“I TOLD YOU NOT TO CALL ME THAT!” Kirishima barked back with a groan, “anyways. What is it?”

Bakugo stood up and grabbed where his hip bones are on his uniform, in an exaggerated fashion.

“Oh that’s very useful information, thank you kindly Bakubro.”

“Wait! What did h-“ Deku’s eyes widened as he felt two thumbs drill into his worst spot.

“KAHAHAHAHAHACCHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN YOHOHOHOHOHU TRAHAHAHAIHIHIHITOHOHOHOHOR!”

As Deku began to squeal with uncontrollable bubbly giggles, his classmates all gathered around the torturous Kirishima wrecking the freckled boy beneath him.

“I told you dude. Kiri is ruthless.” Kaminari chimed.

Deku mentally cursed himself. Not only was he being absolutely destroyed, all of his classmates now have a way to get whatever they want.

“K-KIHIHIHIRIHIHIHI- KIHIHIHIHIRIHIHIHIHISHIHIHIHIMAHAHAHAHA! DOHOHOHOHOHOHONT!” Deku cried in pure agony.

“Don’t what? You gotta be specific here.” Kirishima teased in response, almost as if commanded.

Kaminari felt a warm blush grow over his cheeks as the same teasing tactic used on him was repeated.

“TIHIHICKLEHEHEHE MEHEHEHEHE!” Mirthful tears were already leaking from Midoriya’s squeezed- shut eyes.

“Oh shoot, tickle you? Sure thing buddy!” Kirishima was beaming by now. This was his favorite activity: getting his friends to laugh under his hands.

Red Riot hardened one of his arms and pinned Midoriya’s arms to the floor. With the other, he beckoned Bakugo to help him.

The blonde rolled his eyes, but rose to his feet and rolled up his sleeves.

Because of his prior knowledge of the greenette’s sensitivity, Bakugo wasted no time drilling his thumbs into the boy’s hipbones, and Kirishima spidered a hand full of fingers into the boy’s underarm.

“WA-WAHIHIHIHIHIT HOHOHOHOHOW MAHAHAHAHANY HAHAHAHAHANDS DOHOHOHO YOHOHOHOHU HAHAHAHAHAVE?!” Deku squealed out in agony. His two worst spots were being destroyed.

Kirishima dodger Bakugo’s hands and blew a huge raspberry into the boy’s stomach, causing him to scream out in agony.

“KI-KIHIHIHIRISHIHIHIMAHAHAHAHA! STAHAHAHAPPIHIHIHIT!”

“Say you’re sorry and maybe we’ll stop!” Kirishima commanded.

“WEHEHEHE?”

“You think shitty hair was wrecking your hips this whole time? Who do you think gave him the idea?” Bakugo said coolly.

“KAHAHAHAHAHACCHAHAHAHAN!” Deku could only lay immobile and laugh his heart out as his friends absolutely destroyed his ticklish spots, TRAHAHAHAHAIHIHIHITOHOHOHOR!”

One more raspberry sent Deku into hysterics.

“Uh... Kirishima? You might want to stop soon.” Kaminari chimed in.

As if on cue, All-Might bursted in through the door, “I am here!” He announced.

“ALL MIHIHIHIHIGT! HEHEHEHEHELP MEHEHEHEHE!”

“It appears that young Midoriya is in need of assistance! Aizawa! Awaken!” All-Might commanded.

Aizawa awoke with a grumble. He saw the red faced Midoriya, who was moved to hiccups and hysterics, and two relentless attackers who weren’t planning on stopping anytime soon.

“Enough you two.” Aizawa said as he stared them down and cancelled Kirishima’s quirk.

“Aww no fair!” Kirishima whined as he climbed off of Deku.

Bakugo wasn’t planning to stop. He’s never admit it, but the freckled boy’s laugh was his favorite thing in the world.

“I said enough, Bakugo.” Aizawa demanded. But still, no stopping Bakugo. The long haired teacher groaned, “Toshi?”

With a gentle flick of his finger, Bakugo went flying off of the now gasping Deku.

“Young Midoriya, you mustn’t let them take hold of you like this!”

The panting boy flared daggers at Toshinori, “y-yeah. N-no duh, Sherlock!”

“You know what?” All-Might’s tone softened, “let the kids have their fun, Aizawa.”

To Deku’s demise, Aizawa retreated back to his sleeping bag, and the rest of his class found any way they could to destroy him.

[gemstoneconstellations]

School Boy Crush

Summary: Someone outside of school caught Bakugo’s attention

Wordcount: 1358

“No.” Bakugo slammed his books into his bag, trying to tune out Kaminari’s voice.

    Despite the refusal, Kaminari kept trying, practically begging. “Come on dude, how often do I pass an exam? We need to celebrate!” Last week they’d had a math exam and by some miracle, Bakugo had let Kaminari in on his study session with Kirishima. Even more amazing, today he had found out that he wasn’t dead last or had to retake it.

    The miracles seem to end there though, as Bakugo stood up from his desk and began to walk out of the classroom. “Fuck off Dunce Face. I got better things to do.”

    Kirishima, who had been watching the whole time, stepped up beside his dejected friend to whisper in his ear, “Watch this.” 

   The redhead placed an arm around Kaminari’s shoulders and they started walking in the opposite direction of the dorms. Kirishima spoke out loudly with a smug smile. “Don’t worry Kami, we can have fun without him. I know this great restaurant that serves some awesome American food.”

    Still smiling, Kirishima held up three fingers as they walked away, counting down till…“Oi, wait shit heads!” Bakugo stormed past them, practically running down the hall.

    Kaminari blinked in amazement. “What just happened?”

    “Oh, you’ll see.”

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    “Wow. I haven’t even heard of half of the things on here.” Kaminari’s eyes jumped around the menu, trying to decide what sounded good to him.

    The other two boys were regulars and didn’t even need to look to know what they wanted by now. Kirishima began pointing out and reviewing what they had tried. “Yeah, every dish is named after the states or some American symbol. The owner is from America. He was in the U.S. Army and had been stationed over here. Ended up staying with his family and they opened this restaurant, named after his daughter. Everything here is all authentic.”

    As soon as Kaminari closed his menu, the waitress came walking over to them with a big smile and cheerful voice. “How are you guys doing tonight? You know what you want?” The boys nodded and started listing off what they wanted.

    “I’ll have the Texas steak platter,” stated Kirishima.

    “Dude, that’s a pound of meat…”

    Bakugo, oddly enough, was looking the waitress straight in her eyes and spoke with the same tone he always did. “Buffalo wings, with extra hot sauce, and your phone number.”

    Without even missing a beat, the waitress wrote down on her notepad, the smile never leaving her face. “Sorry, please ask for things that are on the menu.”

    “Your name is on the menu, so can I ask for you?” Bakugo held up the menu and pointed to the name of the restaurant.

    The waitress continued on as though what was happening was nothing and took the menu from Bakugo. She turned to Kaminari, whose jaw was practically on the ground by now. “And what will you have sweetie?”

    “Uh… I’ll have the All-American burger…” The waitress took the rest of their menus and told them their food would be out soon. Once she was out of earshot and dealing with other customers, Kaminari’s head whipped back to the other boys. Kirishima was grinning, knowing exactly what they were about to talk about. “Okay, what was that?! Was Bakugo Katsuki flirting with an older woman?!”

    “Shut up! She isn’t that much older than us! She’s nineteen.” Bakugo grunted as he texted someone on his phone.

    Kaminari rubbed his temples, his brain buzzing as though he had used his quirk. “Dude! We are still first years in high school! She’s probably in college! There is no way a guy like you could score a chick like that.”

    Bakugo just leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes like he was going to sleep. “Don’t fucking care. I do what I want.”

    Kaminari was stunned; his jaw dropped again, his brain unable to fully process what was happening. Thankfully, Kirishima was there to help. The redhead leaned in as he chuckled. “He’s been like that since we first found this place. We’d been kicked out of the family diner where he usually tutored me, came here and after that this guy was completely smitten.”

    “She’ll fall for me one day. Who wouldn’t?” The blonde stated smugly, like it was a completely natural comment.

    Sighing, Kaminari decided it was probably best not to point out that one of Bakugo’s many flaws included being unable to hold a decent conversation with any human being. “I’m still trying to process that Bakugo, of all people, has a crush and is actively pursuing her without hesitation.”

    Cue one of Bakugo’s famous glares. “Fuck you, I never half ass anything,” he scoffed, kicking Kaminari in the shin.

    The conversation seemed to end after that. Kaminari watched the waitress as she worked, smiling and greeting people. She seemed nice to him, but he couldn’t see how her of all people had caught the rabid blasty’s attention. “Okay, so I’ll bite. What made this guy fall for her?”

    “You’ll see. Come around 7:30 or 8 o’clock, you’ll understand. This restaurant is also a bar; after 9 p.m., minors aren’t allowed inside anymore, but a lot of people come here to drink after work.” Kirishima smirked with a knowing look. Soon the food was brought out and after another failed attempt to woo the waitress, the boys went back to talking about school and other normal everyday topics.

    They completely lost track of time and it was coming close to eight when the yelling began. They looked back to see two large men grabbing fistfuls of each other’s shirts, their faces flushed from their drinks. The girl that had captured Bakugo’s heart swooped in from behind the bar, getting between the two men, both of whom had to be at least double her size. She pried them apart and pushed them both towards the door. “Out of my restaurant! NOW! You wanna be idiots and fight, fine, kill each other outside for all I care! Just don’t do this shit in here.”

    Kaminari stood when one of the men turned back at her, but Kirishima grabbed his arm and pulled him down. Bakugo crossed his arms, a big smug grin on his face, and Kirishima pointed for Kaminari to watch. The man took a few steps towards the waitress and tried to speak in a flirtatious tone. “Oh come on ___, baby-”

    “I’ll give you to the count of three to get out before I bust your heads in.” Everyone froze at the dark, menacing tone that had come out of your body; the whole bar had gone silent. The men that had caused the commotion tried to pacify you, apologizing as best as they could. It wasn’t going to work.

    You reached around the bar, your eyes not leaving the troublemakers. “One.”

    The bat that you had kept since when you were a kid was now in your hands. You may be short compared to the men but you were towering over them as they cowered. “Two.”

    “Three.” You held up the bat and chased the now crying men out of your restaurant. “And have a nice fucking day!” You slammed the door shut as you yelled. The pleasant atmosphere returned as soon as the bat was placed back behind the bar and you’d turned around with a smile to your customers.

    Kaminari was shaking in his seat. What the hell was that? Was that your quirk? Your voice had become so scary and threatening, he’d felt it shake him all the way to the core. It was like a demon! He had no words to describe what he was feeling and looked back to his friends, who were smiling like it was no big deal. Kirishima gave Kaminari an understanding look and nodded towards the waitress, who was now laughing with one of the customers. “That. That right there is what did it for Bakugo.”

    Kaminari turned to the explosive blonde and saw him staring at you with dreamy eyes and a dopey grin. “I’m going to marry that woman.”

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he has a bit of a difficult time being patient.

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a03

pt. 2

It was a little untoward but did as good a job as any.

A blush burst like confetti in a rage rash across his cheeks; and if you didn't know any better, you'd think the mighty Katsuki was actually maybe a little embarrassed.

"Well?"

He shifted in his place, trying—and failing—to maintain a façade of a complacent blasé boy just casually asking out a close friend.

"Close" was a bit of a stretch for you. Yes, you found him quite brash and obnoxious and a little insensitive; but you couldn't deny what he meant to you. At least, you thought highly of him, and you were sure you could tell him anything—but you weren't positive that was reciprocated.

Was he one of your best friends? Yes.

Would you even dare to ask him how he felt about you? No.

You! Didn't! Want! To! Ruin! What! You! Had! It had taken what seemed like ages for him to finally warm up to you, without, like, actually exploding—and if you think you'd run the risk of watching that go down in flames? You considered yourself an idiot.

However, unbeknownst to you—Katsuki thought you were the world. If he could put it to words and send them out through that angry trap cursing everything to hell—he'd say you were a force of nature. A worthy rival, a trusted partner, and a kind and wonderful friend.

Except all he's got are angry bees and a tornado in his brain, at all times. As such, anyone he admired, he felt the need to challenge. On all levels physical, he planned to annihilate them. Which wasn't necessarily the case, well, in your case.

Although, there were—a few physical levels— He shook that thought away. That's an idea for a later date. The blush flared. 'Much later.'

But really, he loved provoking you. Only because you're so cute and intelligent and warm and messy—so, so messy—and he got a serious kick out of that. You're complex and human and alive. Despite your faults, you refused to let anything stop you in the end game—you refused to let that keep you from what you wanted. He watched you grow, and evolve and adapt to those weaknesses, and suddenly the line between strengths and not began to blur. He even dared to call you one of his personal heroes.

Thankfully for him, no one in the class noticed for the longest time.

Unsurprisingly, Kirishima was the first.

Bakugo would casually watch you walk into the room, head in his hand, eyes trailing each step you took. A silent Ejirou, sitting beside his best friend minding his own business, would look up startled—at the now fuming boy with a hand to his temple, or rubbing the back of his neck.

"You alright there, man?"

"Stomachache."

The dear boy would stare on in confusion, but keep to himself—a man's business was his business. Puzzled, he witnessed Katsuki all but sprint out the door, noticeably more red than his usual complexion. Then, minutes later, Katsuki would return, smelling notably more of burning sugar, and looking like he'd run maybe half a mile. Kiri wouldn't question it. Until, after that, across the room you'd laugh at something Denki or Ochacko had said, and Bakugo would stand right back up again.

"What's wrong?"

"It's back again." And that'd be the end of that.

It became a reoccurring thing throughout the weeks, when finally—bewilderdly—Kirishima would come to the conclusion Katsuki had been stubbornly avoiding. He popped the question a few weeks later.

"You like someone, don't you."

Class had taken a recess, and his best friend took the liberty to gravitate toward him with a pencil and notebook in hand to work on an upcoming assignment—hopefully without being disturbed, which already wasn't happening.

Bakugo's whole body twitched. "I– you– what– you weirdo what is that supposed to mean?"

Kirishima blinked owlishly at his friend. He wasn't sure what to say next, as he honestly didn't think he'd get this far.

"Well... you've been acting kinda strange lately... around someone in particular..."

Bakugo raised his eyebrows defensively. He hoped that did a good job of masking his expression, because he suddenly had a pretty good idea as to where this was going.

"Well, I mean..." Kirishima dragged a path along with his eyes, coming to a stop at an angle, gazing at you covertly through his lashes. Katsuki rolled his eyes, trying really hard to keep his heart from racing anymore than it already was. He pointedly looked back down at his paper, a tighter grip on his pencil.

"I don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

Eijiro couldn't keep a grin from crawling across his smug face.

"Oh, but I think you do."

After that, the secret couldn't keep to itself and the rest of the class began to trickle into the loop. Much to the surprise of everyone, they weren't all that surprised because they thought you're quite wonderful. But Katsuki? And a crush?

He couldn't help it; the guy seriously respected you.

With all of the determination rivalling theirs to become professional heroes, the class set to work on making this happen. They split up and rearranged classroom chores, made up excuses as to why they couldn't make it to study sessions where you and Bakugo attended, and shut out any outside obstacles—curfews, misplaced lunch seatings, Mineta.

"Oh, no, it's okay! You go ahead, I've got this," you chirped, in a positively upbeat mood. It was so absurdly warm, Kaminari felt guilty about moping the entire day to get out of his after school tasks. He'd managed to convince you he had a sick baby bird at home to tend to, before having to return to the dorms later tonight. Of course, that was a lie.

'It's for a good cause. It's for a good cause. It's for a good cause. It's for a good cause.' Denki knew he was a simpleton; but he'd be damned if he didn't have his moments.

"Are you sure? I'd really hate to trouble you, ya know," he offered, conjuring his best solicitous veneer, silently hoping he wasn't overdoing it now.

"No, yeah! Go on ahead; I heard you mention you had some personal things to take care of—you sounded really stressed about it." Denki had to will himself from openly clutching his chest and bursting into tears.

'Attentive and kind as always! I would expect nothing less of you.'

He opened his mouth to reply with something a little more heartfelt, but the burning gaze of Mina—probably stealthily situated peering through the windows facing the hall—stared holes into the back of his head. Kaminari's mouth snapped shut, and he took that as his cue to bounce. "Great! Awesome. Noice, thank you—" he rambled in an absolutely-not-guilty-at-all lilt. At the door though, he paused, throwing a suggestive smile over his shoulder, "—you kids have fun."

You wrinkled your eyebrows, not yet having received the eight new text messages from your other friends, conveniently busy with their own matters, as well.

After a while, Katsuki came to realize that this dancing around his feelings business was getting to be a little old. He felt pathetic, ordinarily used to tackling things head on. It took some serious convincing, on his part—but he knew what he wanted.

He tried small things, at first—microscopic, all considered, but this was Bakugo. Katsuki began propping doors open for you to pass by if you were walking together, like a real gentleman would.

He dropped snacks by your desk;"You forgot your money again, didn't you, dumbass?"

Always kept an extra water bottle on hand with your name on it; "Don't need you passing out during class, idiot."

He even gave you a little star sticker he had "found" on his way back from an orthodontist appointment; "It was stuck to the bottom of my shoe. I don't want it, you take it." It was in too perfect condition for that to be true.

By then he felt silly, recognizing that this probably wasn't going to be enough to get his point across; even if his friends, at least, noticed the small attempts (trying very hard to keep their mouths shut, all the while).

Katsuki didn't know where the fire was, but eventually he'd had enough of himself. This was going to happen, and it was going to happen today.

After an afternoon of mulling and seriously suppressed grins, Bakugo approached you with an imperceptibly wavering stride. He could launch himself into the heat of a fight no problem, but Katsuki Bakugo was not perfect—no matter how arrogant and prideful he was to admit that.

"Hey. Come practice with me."

You blinked in surprise, running your fingers along the hem of your uniform almost self consciously. It was nearing the evening, and you'd figured he would've joined everyone in studying back at the dorms.

'Although, I suppose sparring is a form of studying,' you reasoned with yourself.

'But... why me?'

He brought you to a secluded clearing, amongst the woodlands surrounding the campus. It wasn't so deep in as to hide evidence, but it was free enough from prying eyes and ears—he made sure of that, with a totally justified menacing promise on his classmates' lives. The overhang of leaves, swooping branches, and glistening waters—complete with lil frogs leaping amongst the moss—made this probably one of the best places he could think of for this exact situation. It was definitely the most fairy tale thing he had ever seen, which said a lot—his mother had dragged him and his father to TDL on many an occasion when he was a child.

Of course, he supposed it was just his stupid, newly developed romantic bastard brain romanticizing everything.

Setting the scene was the trick—because if that had gone wrong, then this would've been glossing near "patronizing", and would probably be much closer to a threat. In a way, you wryly wondered if it really was.

"Hey," he nearly barked. "Anyone home?"

You'd been standing in a silent stupor long enough for Katsuki to grow nervous-impatient. He'd put his hands in his pockets and kicked a little bit at the ground beneath him, trying to maintain some sense of calm. The glower in his eyes gave him away.

Your lips popped open in a fish face motion as you grappled for your words. "I–I– I'm really– I–" Your tongue stumbled over itself. Katsuki gave you an expectant look and you felt your cheeks turn a brand new shade of red.

"I just– I can't– I don't–"

You tried so hard, trying to find the right words. They stubbornly refused to appear, wrestling with each other in the deepest part of your gradually dizzying consciousness. Your hands trembled, waving around aimlessly, making a point you hadn't even begun to form yet.

Bakugo suddenly felt as though he had hit a wall. An invisible one, because this was exactly the thing he was trying to avoid. It grated at his ego and he was slowly getting more and more agitated, his deepest insecurities writhing under his skin. You stuttered and gestured, wringing your slicked palms on your clothes.

After a long, silent moment, his face fell into a stone cold stare you'd never seen directed at you before. It morphed from uncertainty, to a grimace you associated with catching a bad smell, and into an equable scowl. Your heart thumped to the pit of your stomach.

A forcibly steady breath through the nose. "Fine."

He straightened his posture.

"I get it."

The dark look stared down at you, something you were sure was one of his special moves. "It's whatever. It doesn't matter, anyway." Except it did.

Your eyebrows knitted, your pulse quickening. "Katsuki, I– that's not–"

Biting back a sneer, Bakugo seethed through his teeth. "Save it," he hissed. "I don't want to fucking do this if I'm the only one giving my all."

The shock that came to you is what you assumed being struck by lightning felt like. You wanted to laugh, and tell him that was such a Katsuki thing to say in a situation like this; but he was already stomping away, taking strides to double yours.

"Katsuki, wait!" You called out, feeling coming back to your legs, and made to move in after him. "Katsuki!"

His silhouette gradually disappeared into the leaves that had initially felt so welcoming, like they promised something.

You went as quick as you could, mindful of the roots and pockets of earth at your feet.

As Bakugo slid out of reach, his words were a deafening whisper in the hushed world around you.

"Just—leave me alone."

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{a/n: hello!! i have this split up bc i wanted to write a few more scenes under the same premise... plus!! having something extra to do gives me a little more motivation & inspiration to make new things; thanks for reading<3}