#the music abruptly cutting out when deku sees him

[castielsharp]

hahaha I thought because I finished the manga before watching season 7 I'd be mentally prepared for it but seeing it in full hd full colour was so much worse than I expected

[jupitersswiftie]

THE ALCHEMY - CHAPTER ONE

MY BOY ONLY BREAKS HIS FAVORITE TOYS

(prohero! deku x popstar! reader)

(slight prohero! kiribaku x reader)

WARNING: profanity, infidelity , slight sexual descriptions

FIVE YEARS POST PROLOGUE

Y/n tilted the vase of flowers before her ever so slightly. It just needed a small tweak. She happily sighed, looking at her display with pride. Everything was perfect.

She and her longtime boyfriend, Katsuki Bakugo (aka the pro-hero Dynamight) had not gotten a moment of quality time together in what was going on three weeks. Sure, they were both exceedingly busy. More so than the average working couple. She was consistently one of the top musical artists in the world and he was a pro-hero, climbing the hero charts with each passing day. But with the way things were currently going for the couple, they were nothing more than people who lived in the same apartment and slept in the same bed. She was determined to change that. Even if it was for a night.

She knew that he would be out working all day so she had her assistant clear her entire schedule. Luckily it was nothing too important. Just studio time to herself. She wanted to work with her producer on her next song anyhow. She ordered in groceries to make Katsuki’s favorite meal, cleaned the house from head-to-toe so it would be nice for him, decorated the dining room (and bedroom) with romance and elegance, and she even dressed herself up in his favorite lavender sundress that hugged her just right. Plus, of course, his favorite lingerie was underneath the dress for a little surprise later on.

They both needed the respite, she was sure. Especially in one another. She couldn’t wait to see his expression, to feel his touch, to be under his gaze. How she had missed him. When she was away, all she thought of was him. They’d text and call through out their days but it simply couldn’t cut it long term. She needed him. He was her rock.

When she eventually heard his footsteps at the door, her heart leapt for joy. She rushed up to greet him in the doorway, eager to see him and smother him with her unending love and undivided attention. But her brow raised when there was a heavy thud at the door followed by a groan made by a deep voice that she didn’t think to be Katsuki’s.

There was fumbling with the key and lock that was peculiar. It was as if Katsuki was having difficulty placing it in. Y/n’s face began to fall into a confused frown and her heart began to race. She cautiously stepped back, unsure of what she was about to see. Her mind tried drawing conclusions. Perhaps some fellow hero had been injured and Katsuki was trying to give them a place to rest?

The door finally swung open and Y/n could not believe what stumbled in. Her heart fell to the deepest pits of her being. She couldn’t breathe. She could not comprehend what was before her. It didn’t feel real. It had to be a fever dream. A delirium if you will.

Eijiro Kirishima held Katsuki right up against him, their mouths moving in perfect synchronization. They were both in their hero gear and their hands were flying all over one another. Katsuki’s fingers traced Eijiro’s bare abs, Eijiro squeezed at Katsuki’s spandex covered ass.

Katsuki moaned, flinging his head back, allowing Eijiro to kiss his neck passionately. “Fuck, Ei. Fucking take me right here. I-I can’t wait to get back to the bed.”

Eijiro opened his eager eyes to lead Katsuki to the nearest surface but paused when he saw Y/n staring back at them wide-eyed. His body went stiff and his facial color drained. He looked as if he was a deer caught in headlights. Y/n stared right back at him, they were making eye contact. She was still in disbelief of what was before her. Her mouth was slightly agape.

Katsuki noticed his secret-lover had abruptly stopped and scoffed, lightly slapping his arm. “Eijiro, what the hell? Why’d you stop?” When Eijiro didn’t respond or move a muscle Katsuki frustratedly turned around to face the same reality he had. They had been caught red handed.

Oh, this was not how she was to find out!

Katsuki’s red eyes went from agitated to guilty in a matter of seconds. He rushed out of Kirishima’s arms, pushing him back and he approached Y/n with haste. “Y/n, babygirl, y-you’re home early. . .”

Y/n’s tongue was heavy. She was unsure if she could speak. She hated being weak in moments such as these. She mustered the ability to say coldly, “I. .I wanted to surprise you.” Her fist clenched at her side and an unwanted tear slid down her cheek. “Sorry, if I interrupted something. I didn’t know you were having company.”

“Baby-“ he took a step closer to her but she stepped back.

She held her index finger out as a warning. His face looked horrified. He had faced villains, blood, and death, yet he had never been so afraid in his life. “Don’t take another step, Katsuki. I want an explanation, and I want a fucking good one too, as to why I canceled my entire day to set up a surprise for you. No, for us. And when you come home, I see one of my most trusted friends,” her furious gaze shifted to Kirishima, who winced under it, “Shoving his tongue down your throat and feeling you up. And it doesn’t seem like it was the first fucking time either.”

Bakugo looked around at the beautiful set up Y/n had made for them. Tears welled in his eyes. Guilt began to drown him from within. A rare sight it was, Katsuki Bakugo in tears.

Bakugo swallowed due to pure nerves and adrenaline. He knew he had to come clean. He had to lay all of his cards down if he was to keep her. Oh, that was all he wanted. To keep the woman of his dreams.

“Y/n. . .Baby. . .I’m not going to lie to you. . .Here’s the whole truth. I fuckin’ promise it is,” He nervously began. Y/n nor Kirishima had ever heard his voice so weak and pathetic. Kirishima rocked on the balls of his feet, his gaze straight towards the ground. He knew it was all about to come out. Every last bit.

“Eijiro and I have been romantically seeing each other for two years-“

“What the actual hell-“

“Y/n, please,” Katsuki begged, tears streaming down his cheeks. “Just let me. . .let me finish.”

Y/n pursed her lips, her own steady stream of tears forming.

“It started while you were on your tour in the States. He spent the night ‘cause we had drank too much while at some event. We were drunk and stupid and ended up sleepin’ together. In the morning we were horrified and we didn’t speak for a whole damn month. We were forced to work together on a case and Eijiro ended up tellin’ me how he had been in love with not just me but with you as well since we were in school. We kept trying to find the right moment to tell you but it just never came-“

Y/n cut him off harshly, the tears becoming more incessant, “So you’re telling me that, instead of being honest with me, you cheated on me for two freaking years? But you were trying to tell me? What a load of bullshit!”

He could help but wince at how it sounded. “Y/n, I know it’s shitty. It’s absolutely shitty and horrible. You have every right to be mad. But please, please, babygirl, stay. Let us make it up to you. We love you-“

“No, you don’t,” She stared both of them down with eyes that were becoming bloodshot. “Don’t fucking start that. If you loved me you would have told me two damn years ago. Katsuki, if you loved me you would have told me that you slept with him during that entire month you two weren’t talking or whatever!”

“You were gone-“

“No. You have zero excuses. Get the hell out. You can have the place tomorrow. I’ll be leaving tonight,” She declared, no longer making eye contact with either of them. Katsuki protested as she turned on her heel, purposefully knocked over the nearby flower vase, and slammed the bedroom door shut.

Katsuki and Eijiro could hear the harsh shuffling, the sound of suitcase zippers, and the slamming of drawers.

Eijiro caught Katsuki as he fell to his knees in desperation. “I,” Eijiro hesitated to begin. “I think it’s best if we honor her wishes. She’ll come back. I’m sure of it.”

Katsuki let Eijiro hold his weight. He felt so broken. How was he to live with himself? “I don’t think so, Eijiro. I think we blew it.”

No one knew Y/n as well as Katsuki. Usually that was his pride. The whole world wanted to know her but none held a candle to him. However, in this moment, it was his demise. He knew that if he left, he would not see her for a long, long time. He knew that if he left, it would be the end. Yet, he let Eijiro pull him out.

And, oh, he hated how right he was.

He didn’t see her for two years.

[zevlors-tail]

S/O Has A Self Harm Relapse - Deku

Original ask here.

A/N: Sorry this took so long! My dms are always open, and I’m always here to talk to if anyone needs it! I also hope this is relatable, because I know SH can be very personal and everyone has their own reasons. Remember that your progress is valid even when slip ups happen, and that you are loved, always, no matter what. 

TW: Self harm relapse, general negative thoughts and emotions, implied cutting, I didn’t go into detail but it’s still descriptive so PLEASE MIND THE WARNINGS.

Izuku Midoriya/Deku:

“I just don’t know what to do, you know? Things are really tough right now, and I feel like you’re the only one taking the time to understand where I’m coming from. I don’t know who else to turn to...” The hurt in your friend’s voice was evident, causing your eyes to crinkle in worry as you gave them a small concerned smile.

“Everything’s going to be okay. I know it doesn’t feel like that right now, but it will be eventually. You just have to trust me.” Your voice held such a confident tone to it, a promise of better times to come in the near future. You sounded like you were sure of it, as if you knew without a shadow of a doubt that things would be okay- and maybe you did. You truly believed it, genuinely felt that your friend would be okay and that things would work out after all.

“You really think so?”

“I know so,” you responded with conviction.

Just this morning, one of your best friends had texted to ask if you could meet up with them later on in the day to talk about something important. Of course, you being the helpful and loyal friend you were, you immediately agreed and set up a time to see them. It had turned out that they were going through some sort of crisis, something that on the surface didn’t seem to be troubling them, but as they went on about their issue, you saw the way it weighed on their shoulders, saw the way it made them doubt themselves.

You knew how it felt to feel like the world was caving in, like there was no hope left for you. Maybe that was the reason you were always so quick to help others; you couldn’t stand the thought of the people you cared for feeling the same way. No matter what they needed and no matter when they needed it, you were there. One of your friends got into a fight with their parents? You were there. One of them was having troubles with their partner? You were there. If someone else just needed to vent about their shitty day, you were there; you always were. You could never turn them away even if you felt overwhelmed at your own expense. And it was frustrating, too, because no matter how many times you came to their rescue, no one seemed to want to be there for you. Well...almost no one.

There was one person, the light of your life, Izuku Midoriya. He checked in with you often, would remind you to take breaks for yourself (even if you often ignored his requests to do so, much to his dismay), and kept you going when you felt you couldn’t go on any longer. And you were going through so much; between school, work, and home life, you felt completely overwhelmed. Lately, it seemed like your grip on things just seemed to be...slipping. It was getting harder to focus between the sheer amount of anxiety you felt over everything, harder to breathe easy and relax. You supposed it didn’t help that Izuku had been away for a few days for some intense type of training, either. 

Maybe that was the cherry on top, or maybe it was just inevitable, but somehow you found yourself feeling lower than dirt as you sent your friend off with a tight hug, their form fading in the distance as you watched them leave with a deep frown. You understood they had things going on, and of course you didn’t expect them to notice you felt a little off, but you wished that maybe they had just asked if you were alright, too. Even a passing, “I hope you’re doing okay,” would have been nice; something, at least, to let you know the feelings were reciprocated on their end as well. Something to let you know they cared. But they weren’t, and they didn’t, and you sighed heavily as you let your facade shatter around you.

You felt selfish for wishing your friend would care when they were clearly preoccupied with other things. But in the same sense, you couldn’t remember the last time someone asked if you were okay. Things were getting bad again, all of your friends and family needed you and were demanding your attention constantly, and now your boyfriend was away for a few days as well. Between the stacking missed calls and texts you needed to respond to and the sheer amount other’s problems added to yours, it felt like too much. Even the noise of the car radio on the drive home was irritating and overwhelming, and no matter what station you picked, the music and occasional static noise bothered you until you finally had to turn it off completely. But driving in silence proved to be a problem as well, and now you were stuck with the intrusive thoughts in your mind and your heartbeat rushing in your ears. 

The silence of your empty home was deafening. Izuku, who would usually be lounging on the couch with his favorite All Might blanket watching a movie by now if he was home, was nowhere to be found. The lights on the dishwasher blinked at you from the darkness of the kitchen signaling an empty rack. There were no dishes to clean, no clothes to wash or dry, and the TV screen remained darkened and still; there was nothing to distract your mind from the chaos inside of it. And although you were surrounded by quiet, it was by no means peaceful. You felt on edge, overwhelmed, and alone. It was all too much too fast, and you knew of only one solution to quiet the thoughts in your head, even if it was only a temporary fix.

Right now, in this moment, you just needed everything to stop. You needed a distraction, a different source of pain to redirect your focus. Still, you hated yourself with every step you took until you came to stand in front of the bathroom sink, the familiar cabinet doors leering at you more maliciously than usual. 

You knew what lied behind those doors in the far left corner on the bottom shelf.

***

It was two more days before Izuku returned home, the telltale sign of jingling keys ringing through the air as he opened the front door and slipped inside. He tossed his keys to the table and kicked off his shoes. You heard him lock the door behind himself, footsteps heavy on the carpeted floor as he dropped his bags in the living room and took a moment to relax and settle in. In a way, you were grateful he didn't immediately come to see you; you were curled up in bed, anxious and ashamed about what you had been doing while he was gone. He wouldn’t look at you the same way again after this, you were sure of it.

You listened as Izuku trekked to the bathroom across the hall, and if you payed enough attention with your half lidded eyes, you could make out his darkened blurry form passing by the open bedroom door. He shut the bathroom door behind him before he turned on the lights (he was always courteous of you and your need to sleep in the dark), his electric toothbrush vibrating to life. You stayed put in bed and listened to the sound of it while pretending to be asleep. But as soon as it hard started it was just as abruptly stopping, and for reasons you couldn’t place, anxiety bubbled up in your chest as you listened to Izuku go eerily silent for at least a good minute. The light from under the bathroom door shifted as he finally moved, his clothing creating a soft rustling noise while he put his toothbrush back on the counter with a quiet clack.

Sensing that the bathroom door was about to open once more, you turned away from the entryway and faced the wall. You didn’t want him to know you were awake; all you wanted was for him to crawl into bed with you and wrap his arms around you like nothing at all had ever happened, like it was any other normal evening. But as luck would have it, that wasn’t what happened.

Izuku switched the lights off and exited the bathroom, making the short trip to the bed with ease before he stood still at the foot of it for a moment. There was a soft whisper of something, your name maybe? You were too nervous to tell.

“Y/N...?”

Something in his tone caused your heart to race with worry. He was testing you, seeing if you were awake...but for what? He usually knew better than to wake you when he came home any time past midnight, even if it was after a few days of intensive training. If he was trying to get your attention now, then it must be something important. Still, you remained “asleep”, a sinking feeling in your gut and a terrifying thought at the back of your brain. There was no way he knew...right? 

When you gave no indication that you heard him, he carefully crawled onto the bed and lie down behind you, arms encasing you protectively and lovingly while he buried his nose into your neck. “Y/N,” he said again, his voice raising a bit. You involuntarily tensed at the sound, and you shriveled in horror as Izuku propped himself up on one elbow behind you while he used his other arm to shake you gently. There was no way you were getting out of this now; he knew you were awake by your movements. if you weren’t apprehensive before, then you surely were now.

“Izu?” you murmured in your best sleepy voice you could muster.

“Hi, love.” There was something in his normally heartwarming smile, something more complicated than usual behind the forest green of his irises as he looked you over. “I’m home.” The crack in his voice took you by surprise, and you saw tears beginning to form on his long lashes.

“Izu, what’s wrong?” You immediately reached out to him, your insecurities and worries all but forgotten about in the moment. “Did something happen while you were away?”

“Yeah, I guess you could say that...” 

He welcomed your touch, grasping your smaller hand in one of his much larger ones as you cupped his cheek. He gave you a small smile before leaning into your hand, and no other words were spoken as the two of you sat together in silence for a moment, Izuku trying to calm his ragged breathing while you stared up at him in concern. Finally, he seemed to find his resolve as he sighed heavily and sniffed, eyes fluttering open just to focus solely on you. Izuku shifted so that he was lying back down, one arm draped over your side as you faced him, both of your bodies comfortably resting against one another while you held his gaze.

“Hey, babe?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m going to ask you a question, and I want you to answer as honestly as you can, okay?”

Immediately your heart thundered to life in your chest. You tried to reassure yourself that you were just overthinking things, that there was no logical way he could know about what you’d done while he was away. Was there...?

“Okay.” You hoped your voice didn’t seem as shaky as you felt. 

“Are you bottling things up again?” He was so gentle. The tone in which he asked you had been soft, his eyes glossy, his touch tender as he ran a careful hand over your shoulder and down your back to rub small circles against it.

“What do you mean?” 

Maybe if you acted ignorant, he wouldn’t try to press you any further. But then, this was Izuku, wasn’t it? Who we’re you trying to kid?

“You didn’t seem like yourself when I called you last night. And your friend said you seemed a little off the other day during your visit. I’m just worried about you. Is there anything you want to talk about?”

Sure, there were lots of things you wanted to say, but you didn’t have the courage to say any of them out loud. So instead of confiding in Izuku, you chose to pull away emotionally. Luckily for you, however, this did not manage to go unnoticed by your boyfriend.

“No...I’m fine. Promise.”

“Oh, honey...” The amount of care and concern he held for you in his words made you feel vulnerable. Izuku pulled you into the tightest hug you’d ever felt in your life, his strong arms wrapping around you in a comforting way while he continued. “You don’t have to pretend that everything is okay. I know it’s not.”

Shameful tears dripped sorely from your cheeks as his words started to sink in. After so long of keeping all your feelings to yourself, they finally spilled over and flowed out of you in the form of teardrops that soaked the pillow underneath you. Your walls crumbled and caved, and you clung to Izuku for dear life as you let everything out in the safety of his hold. 

“I’m sorry!” you whispered harshly against his chest. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry-!” For what, you weren’t sure- you just felt the need to apologize. Maybe for relapsing, maybe for crying- or maybe for both.

Izuku hushed you and let you soak his dirtied shirt for as long as you needed. When your sniffles had become less frequent and your hiccups much quieter, he brought his hands to your face, cupping it gently and looking you in the eyes. “Y/N. I love you, and nothing you do or say could change that. Alright?” You nodded in understanding. “I know you’re not okay. I don’t think you realized, but when I went into the bathroom, you...” He struggled to finish his sentence, tears welling up in his eyes again. “You left it out.”

Shit.

Fuzzy memories from earlier played back in your mind as you realized you’d forgotten to put something away that Izuku wasn’t supposed to see. You’d been too busy cleaning the bathroom to remember that you left it sitting on the ledge of the medicine cabinet, right next to the bandages and antiseptic. No wonder he’d stopped brushing his teeth so fast; he must have seen it and put two and two together fairly quickly after that. So then...he knew after all.

“I’m sorry!”

You wanted to say so much more than that. You wanted to tell him you were afraid- afraid that he would leave you, that he would hate you, that he would judge you even though you knew he was the most loving and caring person you could ever ask for. You wanted to tell him you regretted it, that you hated yourself for it, that you wished you could take it back. Of all the things to leave your mouth, those words seemed stuck on repeat. But luckily for you, Izuku always seemed to know how to read you and your words. 

Izuku let go of your face before wrapping you in his arms once more, your head tucked under his chin. “Love, it’s okay. Everything’s alright. I’m not angry, though I am upset that you’re hurting.”

“It was stupid, and I’m sorry, and I wish I never-”

Izuku cut you off. “Oh, Y/N, no. It’s not stupid. You’re in pain, it’s your way of trying to cope. It’s not healthy, and it’s not good, but it’s how you’re trying to survive. And that’s not stupid, Y/N, it’s human. And to be human is to make mistakes.” He gave you a moment to process before carrying on. “Slip ups happen. It doesn’t mean you’re a bad person, or that your progress is all gone, or even that you’re weak. It’s a normal thing. Recovery isn’t linear.”

“What does that mean?” you asked between sobs.

“It means it’s not a straight line, baby. You can’t just quit something cold turkey like that and expect things to go so smooth. It’s great if it does, but...the reality of it is that everyone is different, and while you’ve made a lot of progress already, there will always be ups and downs. And just because you had a relapse doesn’t mean that everything you’ve done before this doesn’t matter anymore. It just means things aren’t so good right now. But we can make them better, together. Okay?”

“Okay...” you mumbled.

“I love you. I’m proud of you for getting this far. We can make it through this, and I’ll be here every step of the way. I’ll do my part and start checking in with you more often, okay?”

You pressed your face into the dry spot of his shirt and clutched at it with both hands. Izuku was your rock, and he wasn’t going anywhere. He was willing to go through this with you and help support you, and that meant the world to you in a place where you felt alone and not worth the time of day.

“I-Izuku?” you hiccuped.

“I’m here,” came his calm reply.

“Don’t leave me, please...”

“Oh, Y/N, I would never. I’m not going anywhere, I promise. I’m here.” 

[cosmic-affinities]

Fantasy Meets Reality Ch.1

This is the first chapter of my take on the BNHA Fantasy AU, I posted a snippet of this fic earlier this week, let me know if you are eager for more! Also huge huge huge shoutout to @we-stanjirou for being my motivation and feedback machine for this! This would have taken a lot longer without their help!

Read chapter 1 on AO3 Here.

Of fucking course it had to be Katsuki Bakugou.

Who else would have a weirdo clone from some kind of ‘Alternate Dimension’ show up to mess up their life. Obviously no one.

Of fucking course Bakugou just had to be the one who temporarily imprinted on the random ass third year who had a dimension summoning quirk.

Because why wouldn’t he?

It started with Bakugou being in the direct line of sight of a sick third year who was having trouble keeping his quirk under control. Next thing he knew there was a small pop and deceivingly large tear in the middle of the room.

Before anyone could react a second Katsuki could be seen, luckily Mr. Aizawa had been nearby and witnessed the ordeal. The teacher ushered the third year out of the room and sent him to Recovery Girl to relay the events in hopes of reversing them. He was lucky enough to have had him as a student and understood how his quirk worked. As he turned to face most of his homeroom class, an eruption of noise came over the room.

“WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED?!” Was the most prominent question in the room.

“Everyone quiet down IMMEDIATELY.” Mr. Aizawa was quick to rein in his problem children.

“That student's quirk has the ability to pull a different version of anyone that is in close enough range from a different reality. In this case Bakugou happened to be in close enough range when the student lost control of his quirk due to him being sick, to have summoned a different version of him. Everyone is to remain silent as I talk to this alternate version of Bakugou.” The class was too stunned to speak, and those who weren’t took Aizawa’s words to heart.

“Now, I am Shouta Aizawa-”

“The mage?”

“No I am not a mage, you have been brought to an alternate reality than that of your own, we are going to get you back to your own realm as quickly as possible, but for the time being you will have to remain here.”

“How would anyone but a mage know of these things?” The skepticism was evident in his tone and expression.

“In this reality we do not have mages, many people are born with special abilities unique to them and your presence here happens to be because of one of those abilities.”

“If that is the case then why are there many people here that I recognise? That one with the dark blue hair is a knight, and the red and white haired one is the son of the insolent so-called King of the surrounding lands.”

“You must have been pulled from a dimension with similar people around you.”

“Are we just going to dismiss the fact that this fucking extra is wearing my face?!” Bakugou finally snapped.

“Bakugou, language, as I said we will resolve this as soon as possible but in the meantime you all must stay here, we can’t afford to disrupt two separate dimensions if the student’s quirk usage was faulty due to being ill, I want all of you to stay here until I get back, acquaint yourselves, I still can’t be sure as to how long there will be two of you.” The teacher left no room for complaints as he swiftly walked towards Recovery Girl’s office.

As soon as everyone was composed, the questions came flooding in.

“Did you say Iida was a knight?”

“Do you know who I am?”

“My father is insolent in more than one realm, who would've guessed.”

“Do you recognise me?”

“Who are you?”

The questions were all coming far too quickly for any of them to be answered, the ruckus did seem to alert another student though. As Midoriya walked in everyone became quiet.

“Hey Kaccha- You’re not Kacchan.” Midoriya stopped abruptly in front of the newcomer, obviously confused.

“Um guys what’s happening?” Before anyone could respond, though, the second Bakugou spoke.

“Izuku?” Any words the students had died on their tongues, they had never heard that voice call Midoriya anything but Deku.

“How do you know my name? Who are you? What’s going on?”

“I am Katsuki Bakugou.”

“No-no you definitely are not, would someone please tell me what’s happening?” The only one who surprisingly held their composure through all this spoke up.

“Some idiot third year who couldn’t control their fucking quirk brought this here from another dimension, and apparently you  happen to make an appearance there too.”

“Kacchan! Finally someone who will answer me, this is all because of a quirk? What are we supposed to do?’

“Aizawa just told us to stay here until he gets back from talking to the idiot that got us into this fucking mess.”

“Izuku.”

“Why do you keep calling me that?”

“That’s your name, is it not?”

“Well yeah but I don’t know you!”

“Well allow me to reintroduce myself, I am Katsuki Bakugou, Dragon Master. Although, you usually call me Kit.”

“Okay... Kit?  How do you know me, and anyone else here that you might recognise?”

“Well Izuku, you, a Knight in training, came to find me to join you on your quest to rid our kingdom of its biggest threat, a giant demonic beast determined to destroy everything we have built over thousands of years.”

“Okay… and everyone else?”

“Well there is,” he pointed around the room, gesturing to everyone as he spoke “Prince Todoroki, the witch Uraraka, the knight Iida, Martial Artist and aspiring Dragon Master Kirishima, Soldier Kaminari, the Musical Mage Jirou, Ashido and Asui are the Innkeepers of our favorite inn, and finally potion master Yaoyorozu.” He had gone around the room completely only skipping the other version of him.

“Alright, Kit, thank you. I guess we'll just have to wait for Mr. Aizawa, like Kacchan said.” At this his classmates began quietly discussing the new information, curious about their alternate personalities.

“Who is this… Kacchan?”

“Me, the one whose face you stole.” There was a certain edge to his voice that no one could place.

“Yes, I’m guessing the other version of me calls you Kit in a similar way that I call him Kacchan.” Midoriya said in a placating maner.

“I doubt that, based on the way Kacchan acts, I would say it is different from the way my Izuku calls me Kit.”

“Don’t call me that, my name is Bakugou, I don’t care if it's yours too.” Neither version of the fiery blonde took notice of the flush on Midoriya’s face at the usage of ‘my Izuku’ and newfound protectiveness over a nickname.

At this point the rest of their classmates became interested in the newcomer, curious to find out more about the alternate reality.

“Wait, bro can you tell us more about where you are from? I kinda want to know more about becoming a Dragon Master like you said I am becoming!” From there Kit moved towards the middle of Class A’s common room to answer their questions, now coming at a reasonable pace.

“Tch.”

“What’s wrong Kacchan?”

“Huh, nothing! I don’t care about that shitty version of me.” Although his voice radiated with confidence, he wore a look of distrust, waiting for something to go wrong.

“It’s all a little too weird for me, I guess everyone is really curious about what the other versions of them would be doing, I really would rather not.”

“I figured a nerd like you would be all over this, trying to figure out the formula to replicate the quirk that started it all or something equally as stupid.”

“Yeah no, it's kinda weird talking to not-you, although the way he talks about not-me makes me wonder…” Midoriya trailed off, not wanting to admit to wondering about Kit’s relationship with not-him.

“No one else seems to really care, even half and half is using an actual facial expression.”

“You two are so different though, it would be super easy to tell you two apart.”

“You really think so Midobro? They are pretty much identical.” Kirishima cut in, apparently satisfied with the answers from Kit.

“O-oh yeah I’m pretty sure it would be super easy.”

“Wanna try?”

“What do you mean shitty hair, it’s literally wearing a cape with no shirt, obviously he could tell us apart right now.”

“Why don’t you guys just change clothes? You are literally the exact same size, and I want to see if Mido could actually do it,” Kirishima quickly faced the rest of the room “Do you guys think Midoriya could tell these two apart?”

There were varying murmurs of agreement before Mina spoke up.

“Well yeah, but right now it is super obvious! They would need to change.”

“I never fucking agreed to this Shitty Hair!” Before anyone could respond, the door opened and revealed a tired looking Aizawa,

“Listen up everyone, Recovery Girl told me that the safest way to get Bakugou into his own reality would be to wait until the third year is no longer ill and just have him reverse his quirk. She also said that his recovery would not be for three to four days because she cannot heal the flu.”

Everyone looked at their teacher expectantly, they were waiting for him to continue. With a sigh Aizawa continued.

“He will stay in the extra dorm room on the second floor, and I just need to ask Bakugou to lend him some clothing while he is here, seeing as you would be the same size.” The teacher looked at the original Bakugou and nodded at his vague grunt in response.

“I will take that as a yes, and if I see him in the exact same clothes tomorrow, you will serve a detention.” With his words he walked out of the common room and left the students to their previous conversation.

“See Bakubro, if you just give him something now and then you go change, we can see if Midoriya can actually tell you two apart!” The only response Kirishima got was an eyeroll.

“I don’t think he could, they’re identical!” Kaminari spoke from his position across the room.

“I don’t think so either, sorry Midoriya.” Todoroki’s words caused Midoriya to flush. The rest of the class came to the consensus that, if wearing different clothes, they didn’t think Midoriya could tell the two apart.

“Do you think they’ll let this go?” Bakugou leaned in and whispered to Midoriya while everyone was distracted.

“I don’t think so Kacchan, you know how everyone can get.”

With an audible sigh and an eye roll Bakugou spoke up again, this time to the whole class.

“Fine whatever, none of you will ever let this go so let’s just get it fucking over with.”

Everyone looked shocked, no one expected him to agree so quickly, if at all. Their eyes soon drifted to Kit, who seemed slightly confused.

“Really?”

“Did I fucking stutter Shitty Hair? I don’t want to deal with this shit for three days, might as well get it over with now.”

“Wow, ok um Kit, are you o-”

“Um I would actually prefer if you didn’t call me Kit, thank you.” Mina and Uraraka shared a look at this information.

“Oh right sorry, how about Katsuki-kun?”

‘Yes that’s fine.”

“Alright Katsuki-kun, are you alright with doing this little test?”

“Um sure I guess, although I don’t understand what enjoyment could come of it.”

“Perfect! Bakubro, why don’t you take Katsuki-kun to get some clothes and we can set up here with Midoriya?”

“Tch whatever, let's go.” The blondes walked out of the room towards Bakugou’s dorm and the common room quickly got to work.

“I say we have them sit next to each other on this big couch and make Midoriya stand on the other side of the table. And we can have them put their hands behind their backs against the couch so he can’t tell by quirk usage.” Kirishima said, seemingly having put in a lot of thought.

“And we will just check to make sure there are no obvious identification marks on them.” Uraraka added.

“We also can’t let Midoriya see them walk in, what if they walk differently!” Tsu had a point.

“I can take Midoriya into the corner while they walk in and get settled then he can stand behind the table.” Mina suggested.

This seemed to appease everyone, Mina quickly whisked Midoriya into the corner and everyone waited for the two to return.

“So Midoriya, what’s got you so confident?”

“W-well I guess there's just something distinct about Kacchan that Kit doesn’t have, I honestly couldn’t tell you Mina” The pink girl took a moment to process what was being said to her.

“Just a distinct quality or..?” She hoped to get a little more information,’something distinct’ didn’t help her at all.

“Not a quality exactly, maybe a distinct presence? Like I said I’m not too sure, but I am confident that I’ll be able to tell them apart.”

“Well they do say confidence is key, maybe that’s all you need!”

“Alright I hear them walking this way, Mido turn around!” Mina gently grabbed his shoulders and faced him towards the wall and they listened to the instructions being told to the two as they came in.

“I don’t know Deku, they look pretty identical to me!” Uraraka slid in next to him and Mina, the two girls sharing a glance behind his back.

“Alright! They are in place! Sitting the exact same way and making the exact same face! Good luck Midobro.” Kirishima said before he motioned to Mina to move him towards the table.

He was right too, Midoriya saw the two from across the room and they could’ve been carbon copies of each other, but once he got into place he stood for about three seconds before he turned around and spoke up.

“So, when I get this right what happens?” The question created a small silence.

“Well what do you want IF you get this right.” Kaminari was first to speak up.

“Honestly? For Kacchan to make katsudon, but to ask him would defeat the purpose. OH! Actually I do know what I want,” He faced Uraraka directly “and that is for Uraraka to get off my back for that thing we talked about a few days ago, for at least a week.”

Everyone looked confused as Uraraka thought over the proposition.

“You really expect me to lay off after this?” Her eyebrow raise sent a note of challenge.

“Fine let's make a deal, I’m right and you lay off for a week. I’m wrong and I won’t complain for a week AND I’ll take one of your suggestions! You definitely have the better end of this.”

Uraraka had been on board when he mentioned taking one of her suggestions and didn’t hesitate to say yes.

“Now I really want to know what they talked about.”

“Well, you won’t be able to figure it out for at least a week Kirishima, because I know who is who.”

“There is no possible way you know already, you looked at them for like five seconds from ten feet away!” Kaminari seemed taken aback by the mere suggestion that Midoriya knew already.

“Well let me prove it then.” Midoriya faced the couch once again and pointed to the figure sitting to the right “To the right is Kit and to the left is Kacchan.” The air of confidence Midoriya possessed had rarely been seen.

The left figure spoke up first.

“Well shit, nerd, how did you manage that?”

Then the figure on the right.

“He’s right Izuku, that was quite impressive.” They were the only two to speak up for the moment. Then Midoriya responded.

“Kacchan, I could say your name before I could say my own, actually no, I couldn't say your name so I called you Kacchan instead before I said my own name, I’m pretty sure I can tell you apart from someone I just met like fifteen minutes ago.” This statement seemed to have gotten their class out of their stupor.

“Wait, that’s why you call him Kacchan? No wonder he won’t let m-”

“Pikachu I’ll kill you!” Bakugou made a move to stand up but Mdoriya stood in front of him.

“Kacchan really? Not worth the detention I promise, especially not one with Aizawa.” Bakugou slowly lowered his hands, resigning to the fact that the nerd was right.

Once his hands were lowered Midoriya turned away from him and faced Ochako.

“Now, you have to lay off for a whole week!” Everyone saw the smug look on Midoriya’s face, one they never expected to be pointed at another person.

“Izuku, would you come here for a minute?” The common room quieted down for a moment when they heard Kit speak up. Midoriya walked towards him in response and they both moved just out of earshot of the others, and they continued their shocked conversations.

“Can I ask you something? Will you promise to not be offended?”

“Uh sure Kit, go ahead, I won’t be offended.”

Kit dropped his voice even lower, making sure no one would over hear them.

“You love him?”

Even though he didn’t say who, the red of Midoriya’s cheeks gave away his answer.

“Seeing as you are only going to be here for a few more days, I’m not going to lie to you. Yes, I’m pretty sure I always have.” The simplicity of his words and the sincerity in his eyes were almost incapacitating, he had never even been that honest with himself, let alone to someone else. Even more so than to someone who had the same face as the one he was talking about.

“Thank you for your honesty, it is very noble of you. I have one other thing to admit to you.”

“Go ahead Kit, I’m listening.”

“I feel a very similar way about my Izuku, that's why I was in such a state when you came in, you see my Izuku became angry with me around a week ago after a nasty argument, I haven't had his gaze upon me since so the shocking green of your eyes momentarily disarmed me.” His honesty urged Midoriya’s primal need to please people to kick in.

“Hey Kit?”

“Yes?”

“If he's anything like me, then a little bit of time will go a long way. Once he realises you're gone he won’t want to lose you again, but if you want a piece of advice. Go after him, don’t let him think that you are willing to let him go. Trust me if you go after him, even just once, it will mean the world to him.” Midoriya disconnected their eye contact and looked towards his own hands.

“He’s watching us you know. Has been this whole time.” Midoriya’s eyes snapped up and over, he saw Bakugou huff and face the ground. “Do you trust me?”

“Depends on what for.”

“Will you follow my lead? If I can’t be with my ‘Zuku, maybe you can be with your Kacchan.”

“Yes, I trust you.”

“Good, act as if everything is normal.”

“Ok.” The two faced the rest of the class and stopped whispering, Kit quickly turned to Midoriya and spoke in a normal voice.

“It’s remarkable how similar you two are, and here I thought My Izuku was one in a million, or maybe I am just lucky enough to have met two of you in one lifetime.” As he spoke Kit ran his thumb over Midoriya’s cheekbone softly before letting his hand drop.

The flush on his face was evident, no one had ever spoken so poetically about him before. The silence that surrounded them was quickly broken by a small crackling that stopped just as suddenly as it started but not before Midorya caught a glimpse of an orange glow around Bakugou. Kit shot him a knowing glance.

“Wow Kit, uh, thank you. That was very nice of you, I’m sure your Izuku would love to hear it from you.”

“I’m quite afraid that I may have ruined my chances with him. I did and said some pretty harmful things.” Kit glanced towards the floor.

“I don’t think that’s possible Kit, some things are worth fighting for, you just have to choose what those things are.” Midoriya chanced a glance at Bakugou then directed his gaze back down to the floor. Once he looked back up he saw Kit looking at him.

“Thank you Izuku.” Midoriya had no time to prepare for the hug Kit enveloped him in, he stood shocked for a moment before he returned the gesture.

“Of course Kit.”

A whisper reached his ear from slightly above him.

“That was great, you should see his face.” Midoriya flushed at the implication and their arms dropped.

Midoriya was now fully aware of all the people staring at them, he quickly walked towards Uraraka to try and avoid their eyes. The reprieve he was searching for was not found with his friend, however.

“Deku what was that?!” Uraraka whispered to him, he should have expected this.

“What was what? He wanted to talk to me, is there a problem?” He tried very hard to give off an air of confidence, it seemed like he was succeeding.

Until he felt all the eyes on him. His facade wavered momentarily but that’s all it took.

“Deku, come over here now.” It was not a request, although if it was there was no way he would have denied it, he couldn’t say no to Kacchan.

“Alright I’ll be there in a sec Kacchan, I’ll come back as soon as I’m done, Ura, ok?”

Without waiting for a response Midoriya made his way to Kacchan, hoping maybe he would offer him a reprieve. As he moved across the room, eyes flicked between him and Kit, then eventually to Bakugou.

“Hey Kacchan! What’s up?”

“You’re helping me make katsudon for dinner.”

“Oh am I now?” Midoriya responded with a playful tone, both of them knew he couldn’t pass up katsudon.

“Unless you want one of these shitty extras to try and make some half assed dinner then yeah you are.”

“How could I say no to Kacchan’s katsudon? Oh right I can’t.”

“Damn straight, I make the best fucking katsudon.”

“Don’t ever tell my mom I said this but, yeah you do.” The two, so engrossed in their conversation didn’t notice the proud smile on Kit’s face, or the sea of eyes looking between the three of them.

“I don’t think Auntie Inko would ever forgive you.”

“Wait, who is Auntie Inko?” The first voice to interrupt their conversation spoke up.

“To you? Ms Midoriya-san, but I have privilege ‘cause she likes me more than her own son most of the time.”

“Kacchan! Hey! Mean! But yeah he’s talking about my mom, Kirishima. Ever since Kacchan was allowed near a stove he has competed with my mom to make the best katsudon and soba, and with Auntie Mitsuki to make the best desserts.”

“And you said I make the best katsudon so I win!”

“Wait, you guys call each other’s moms Auntie? That's freaking cute!”

“Can it, pinky!”

“No way! I need to hear everything about your collective childhood immediately!”

“Oh Ashido, it really isn’t that interesting! Plus if you all want to eat we should probably get started.” Midoriya didn’t want to get into every complicated aspect of his childhood so he decided to turn and walk to the kitchen without waiting for a response.

Bakugou followed soon after him and they were both glad to have a room between them and the rest of their class. Bakugou quickly got to work and started to cook. Midoriya had done this plenty of times before, even if he could never do it by himself he knew his way around the recipe. Their companionable silence was fleeting.

“So, what's with you and my shitty clone? I thought you said talking to him was weird?” Anyone else would have assumed his tone was passive, conversational even, but Midoriya knew better, this must have been the reason he was called in the first place.

“Oh it is, trust me.” Midoriya could’ve continued, probably would have if he was talking to anyone else. He wanted to see where Kacchan would take it.

“Then why’d you talk to him, you do have the ability to say no. It’s really not that hard.”

“He sounded so serious, I wanted to see what he had to say. Plus it's a little less weird now that I can see how different you are.” Again he cut himself off early, determined to not give everything away in an unfocused ramble.

“So… what was so serious that he had to pull you all the way into the corner for, seems kinda dramatic to me.”

“Really Kacchan? You are going to call him dramatic?”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!”

“Kacchan I have literally seen you blow up a pillow that you tripped over because, and I quote, ‘mother fucker was out to get me’ I was calling you dramatic.”

“Watch your fucking language Deku! If round face or four eyes hears you, they’ll get on my ass and I do not need that.”

“No one should ever hear me while I play video games, I think everyone would have a minor melt down.”

“Well you own damn fault for setting high expectations. Anyway, you were about to tell me the idiot’s sob story that lured you into a corner.” He had a signature smirk on his face but the fact that he asked four times gave Midoriya the impression that the smirk was nothing more than a facade.

“Well he asked me a question about our class, and then he started to tell me about the other Izuku, the one he knows.” He stopped there, hoping he could get away without lying about what Kit asked him. One look up from the vegetables he was cutting told him he would have no such luck. Bakugou was looking at him with an expectant look, waiting for him to continue.

“Apparently the other Izuku got mad at him around a week ago, to the point where he won’t even look at Kit, so when he saw me look at him and willingly interact with him he was caught off guard I guess.”

“And…?”

“What do you mean?”

“That’s not something he would hide from everyone else, in fact he told everyone right after you finished talking, so I’m asking what else he told you.”

Thinking quickly, Midoriya didn’t have very many options, he couldn’t lie to Kacchan, he would be the only one that would be able to see right through it, he would just have to think of something.

“Oh well, um he may have asked for some advice as to how to stop the other me from being upset with him, I’m guessing that's why he mentioned the two of us being so similar, although I wonder how true that can actually be given that a lot of me has been shaped by you and All Might, two people that the other me could not have had the same experiences with. It seems like the two of us from there had only met fairly recently so I wonder how different that makes us.”

“Damn nerd now you want to mumble?” Although Izuku could hear him, it was almost as if Bakugou was talking to himself.

“Oh sorry, I didn’t even realise!”

“Yeah no shit, are you finished chopping? I finished prepping the pork already.”

“Oh yeah, here. I made the onion thinner like you said last time, and I grabbed the stuff to fry the pork.”

“Great, now I know you actually listen to what I say.”

The two returned to a companionable silence as they continued to cook, working together like a well oiled machine, an impressive sight to anyone. They had been in the kitchen for about a half hour when Kit and Mina came in, luckily the pair had finished talking out the earlier occurrences with Kit.

“Hey guys! I wanted Katsuki-kun here to see the kitchen, he said he had a knack for cooking!”

“Although I am more accustomed to working over an open flame rather than a controlled heating box.”

“What the hell do you want pinky? Is there a reason you’re distracting us?”

“Actually yes there is! Katsuki-kun, Uraraka, and I need to steal Midoriya here for a few, isn’t that right Katsuki-kun?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

Midoriya looked at Bakugou who was resolutely staring at the food in front of him, Midoriya switched his gaze over to Kit and saw him look at Bakugou then at Midoriya trying to convey some kind of message. Apparently he had taken too long to respond.

“Tch, just go you damn nerd, I’ll be fine and I know you can’t say no to anyone.” The remark was punctuated with an eye roll, but there was a sincerity in Bakugou’s voice that Midoriya did not miss.

“Thanks Kacchan I’ll come back as soon as I’m done and I’ll help you finish up.”

“Yeah yeah whatever just go already.” Bakugou continued to methodically fry the pieces of pork, now moving slightly slower because he had to prep them himself.

The three walked out to the common room and immediately walked over to the corner Uraraka was sitting in.

“Ok so what did you guys need me for? I was in the middle of making dinner.”

“We know about your… thing with Bakugou.”

“Uraraka what are you talking about? What thing? And who are you talking about Kacchan or Kit?”

“Not me Izuku, what we discussed earlier, like what I have with my ‘Zuku.”

This was met with a blush covering Izuku’s face, he hoped that Kit hadn’t said anything.

“Hey Midoriya? I don’t think you should be worried all that much, I think you have a good chance with Bakubro!”

“Thanks Ashido, but I don’t really think I’m going to chance that, I’d rather be friends than nothing at all. So if that’s everything I’m going to help him finish dinner before he gets upset about me ditching him.”

Izuku left with no room for argument, he really didn’t want any of them interfering, it would only make the inevitable failure worse. He quickly made his way back to the kitchen happy to see that his spot wasn’t immediately taken by Kacchan, he went back to where he was and continued prepping the pork like he was before.

“Oh back so soon?” Izuku could hear the slight apprehension in his voice, he wanted to soothe it immediately.

“Yeah, they were just being dumb, not important enough for me to ditch you to make the rest of the katsudon alone.”

“So what the fuck did they want?”

“Oh they were just trying to um get me to tell them how I could tell you two apart, they seemed set on the fact that it was somehow rigged I guess.”

“Tch, what’d you tell them?”

“The same thing I told Mina before you guys came in.”

“Which was…”

“Oh right you weren’t there to hear it, I told her that you just have a distinct presence that Kit doesn’t I guess.” Maybe if Izuku said it enough it would be true, it was better than admitting the real reason to anyone.

“That’s bullshit, how did you actually tell us apart?” Shit, had Kacchan noticed? He couldn’t just say that his heart rate picked up when he looked at him or that Kacchan felt like a hero while Kit didn’t, that would be hard to explain. Hell it was hard to explain to himself.

“I really don’t know, I guess I just do.”  It was weak at best, a blatant lie at worst. Maybe he could get by being vague.

“I’m just saying maybe if you figure it out you can tell the extras, I don’t want to be mistaken for him until he can go back to wherever they hell he came from.”

“Ha maybe. Hopefully this gets sorted out soon, I know neither of you want him here.”

The conversation drifted off, neither feeling uncomfortable with the silence, it was a comfort neither took for granted.

Small requests for ingredients and tools passed between the two until they finally finished cooking and plating everyone’s food, Izuku quickly called for everyone to get a bowl and the class congregated at a long table, Izuku and Bakugou sitting down last, next to each other at the end of the table.

“Wow Bakubro, Mido wasn’t kidding when he said you make the best katsudon! This is delicious!”  At Kirishima’s words many murmurs and nods of agreement followed, even Kit had a positive word to say.

“Damn straight I’ve been perfecting this for years!” No one argued with him, many were surprised that he would put so much effort into such a random dish yet no one felt inclined to mention it.

“Hey, didn’t you say katsudon was your favorite Deku?” Uraraka seemed to randomly have an epiphany.

“Uh, yeah, it always has been. At least according to my mom.”

“Do you know why?” Deku blushed at the words, he did but he didn’t really want to tell that embarrassing story. He decided to stay quiet.

“You do know why! Come on tell us, I’m always curious as to why people’s favorite food is their favorite!”

“Oh well um, it’s all I would order when we went out to eat, because I was dead set on ordering for myself.” He continued to blush, the story was incomplete.

“Why is that all you ordered?” Uraraka really was not letting him out of this one. He huffed out a sigh and collected himself, preparing to be severely embarrassed by everyone in the room.

“Fine if you must know, apparently it started when I was about four. I was just learning how to read and I wanted to order for myself because I thought I could read the whole menu by myself which I couldn’t at that point. I could really only read my name and… Kacchan’s name. According to my mom I recognised katsudon on the menu and very excitedly told the waitress that, for dinner, I wanted… Katsuki. She thankfully realised I meant katsudon and that's what she put in. And then I repeatedly ordered it everytime we went out for food. Only realising when I was like seven that it was katsudon.” Izuku quickly buried his face in his hands feeling his entire face grow warm.

There was a chorus of ‘awws’ and other similar noises, apparently everyone was very amused and delighted at Izuku’s expense. There was also an undertone of laughter very quickly taking over.

Kaminari quickly began to speak, only pausing to wheeze out more laughter. “So you mean to tell me for years... hah you ordered a bowl of…. Katsuki… whenever you went out to eat anywhere?!” More laughter fell from the electric boy’s mouth punctuating his amusement with the situation.

Izuku only hid his face more, effectively answering the blond’s question.

“I was four!!” Izuku’s indignation only fueled more laughter. He chanced a glance at Bakugou and found the boy slightly flushed, he nudged him and shot him a pleading look, all he got in response was a whisper.

“It’s ironic that I’m the reason you love katsudon so much, especially since you are the reason I was set on making the best katsudon.” He quickly leaned away determined to keep the attention off of him.

“Really? I guess it all worked out then.” Izuku whispered back, not meeting his eyes. The two were oblivious to the two girls keeping a close eye on them from across the table.

Eventually everyone recovered from their varying fits of laughter and cute-overload imagining a small Izuku excitedly ordering Katsuki everywhere he went. The rest of dinner went relatively smoothly, save for Kirishima accidentally drinking from Kaminari’s water only to be minorly electrocuted and slightly dazed due to the residual electric current.

Once the dishes were cleared and washed (no thanks to Bakugou or Midoriya ‘Hey we fucking cooked you shits can clean!’) many went their separate ways into dorms to study or to the showers. Izuku looked around and noticed only Kacchan, Kit, Uraraka, and Ashido were left in the common room with him.

“Hey Kacchan? Do you want to spar tomorrow morning? I’m trying to perfect my new aerial attack and you’re the only one that still blocks it like it’s nothing.”

“Tch you practically fucking annouce when you’re about to do it, you need to work on the build up, make sure no can tell where you’re about to go.”

“So… will you?”

“Training arena two at 7:30, don’t be fucking late.”

“Thanks Kacchan!”

“Yeah whatever. I’m going to sleep don’t be loud down here or I’ll come and whoop some ass.”

“Good night Kacchan!” As Katsuki left Izuku turned towards the other three left in the room with him. He looked to find them watching him conspiratorially.

“Ok Deku, you have nowhere to be. Just hear us out, please.”

“Uraraka there is nothing to talk about, I went along with Kit earlier and Kacchan didn’t even act any differently. I got my answer and I’m happy enough being friends.”

“I know Bakubro, he never loses control of his quirk and yet his hands popped today when it looked like you were about to kiss Katsuki-kun here.”

“Well I know Kacchan, he was probably just surprised to see someone with his face that close to me, we haven’t been that close in… well let’s just say he had me pinned to the ground both of us exhausted and covered in dust.” Izuku thought about their fight, it was their unusual start to what everyone would call mutual pining, Izuku would call friendship, and Bakugou would call not hatred.

“Izuku, will you at least agree to sticking with me until I can go back? I’m still very confused as to how all of this happened and you are someone I have come to trust the most, maybe it’s the way you remind me of my ‘Zuku or maybe it’s just your personality but it’s all a little overwhelming.”

‘Of course Kit, I won’t leave you if I make this easier on you. Maybe tomorrow you can come watch me spar with Kacchan, so you can see our quirks. It's amazing to see Kacchan for the first time!”

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. I hope I don’t get in anyone’s way.” Izuku merely shook his head, denying the thought entirely, the four stood, quiet for a moment.

“Deku? Can I ask you something? You totally don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.”

“Uh sure Uraraka, go ahead.” He had a feeling he knew what she was going to ask.

“How long have you, uh you know…”

He was right.

“I’ve um, been in…  love with him for years. Practically my entire life.” His voice was small, severely lacking his trademarked positivity.

“Wow, Midoriya we had no idea-”

“That’s kind of the point Ashido, that’s why I’m ok with the way things are, better than any alternative.”  Everyone could see the wistful look on his face, he had thought all of this through before and everytime he did he came to the same conclusion.

“Midoriya? Will you hear me out for a second?”

“Sure Ashido, what is it?”

“I think you should give it a shot. Bakugou has never shown interest in anyone but he has always been different with you, almost like any emotion he has is amplified just by you being there. That should count for something.”

“I don’t know Ashido. There is just so much between us, I’m not sure if there is room for any of this. Even if there was, Kacchan is so focused that he probably won’t think of it as anything more than a distraction and a waste of his time.”

The three figures in front of Izuku looked at him sadly, he had felt enough sadness already and wanted to alleviate theirs.

“But look guys! Just today we made dinner together and no one was blown up! I told an embarrassing story from my childhood and he didn’t make fun of me! He even made me feel better.” It was his last few words that shook them out of their saddened state, Uraraka even seemed to remember something.

“Oh yeah! I was going to ask you what he had said to you. You two were leaning towards each other, but not looking at each other. Almost resolutely keeping your eyes off of each other.” Izuku flushed at the mention of their seemingly private conversation, he knew Kacchan wouldn’t want him to share what he had said.

“Oh! That, right um I wanted him to help me! Everyone was laughing and I was embarrassed!”

“That didn’t answer my question! What did he say to you?”

“Oh you know just something about irony I guess.” The confusion on everyone’s face was nearly comical.

“What do you mean ‘ironic’? How was a story about you ordering katsudon ‘ironic’?” Uraraka was unfailingly persistent today, Izuku would have to think quickly.

“Oh um you know how I got the nickname Deku right?”

“Um yeah you said and I quote ‘That’s what Kacchan calls me to make fun of me.” when we first met. What does that have to do with irony? That’s completely off topic!”

“Well not really, you see the Kanji for my name can be read as Izuku all together but the first half can be read as Deku, and well he was one of the first ones to start reading in our class, go figure am I right? But yeah he read my name as Deku and just said how it was ironic that I had read katsudon as his name and he read my name as Deku and I guess we weren’t looking at each other so we didn’t draw attention to ourselves, but I guess that didn’t really work did it?” Izuku finally let out a big breath, filling his lungs with much needed air.

They all stared, taking a moment to process everything that came out of Izuku’s mouth, desperately wishing for Bakugou’s ability to understand everything Izuku says within mere moments of him speaking. Kit seemed to comprehend everything full first.

“Wow, I didn’t think both of you would do that, I was not fully prepared as I usually am.”

Izuku reddened at his words, although he had done it on purpose, having someone point out his rambling never failed to leave him embarrassed.

“Wow, that was a lot of information. Wait did you say that the other Izuku does that too?” Uraraka was next, having gone through her fair share of Izuku’s atics.

“Well yes he does, although he usually talks about dragons which is significantly easier for me to comprehend at higher speeds, and I can’t help but to be enthralled by everything he says.”

The two girls fawned over the admission, still not used to seeing ‘Bakugou’ being so open, neither of them being able to tell the two apart.

“Can we train Bakugou to be like this? He would literally never just say something like that, he probably wouldn’t even think it!”

“Uraraka! I don’t think that's true! He wouldn’t necessarily say that exactly but you just have to learn to translate slightly. Like for example instead of saying what Kit just said he would probably say something more like ‘ugh I hate that I can understand you and I swear if you distract me from something one more time I’ll kill you!’”

The two girls could only stare in shock at the startilingy good impression he did of Bakugou, even if he didn’t curse at all.

“Ok yes you have a point but oh my gosh how long have you been able to do such a good Bakugou impression?!” Ashido seemed genuinely affronted by this new information, as if it was offensive to have hidden it from her.

“Oh I don’t really know? I guess always? I’ve never seriously done one before, although I guess I do know him well enough.” Izuku seriously contemplated the information, allowing himself to briefly forget about his situation, he was brought back to shocking reality when Ashido spoke up again.

“I wonder if Bakugou could do that good of an impression of you?” Everyone pondered the question, genuinely curious in the answer.

“I mean if Deku can act like him why couldn’t he act like Deku?” Although the subject matter was weird, Izuku was grateful for the conversation shift.

The two girls quietly went back and forth as to why or why not the brash boy could emulate Deku convincingly, allowing Izuku to turn his focus to Kit, who had stood quietly since his last comment.

“Hey Kit? Are you alright?”

“Oh yes I’m fine, I guess everything is hitting me now, I really am stuck in some random world where I don’t belong.”

“Oh Kit, we’ll get you back soon. Hopefully tomorrow after a good night’s sleep we can ask Aizawa for an update, and tomorrow after I spar with Kacchan I will explain our quirks to you, it’ll be easier to understand once you see us use them.”

“Is it bad of me to say that I hope I wake up tomorrow and never see you again?”

Izuku couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him, it was entirely inappropriate but completely necessary at the same time.

“You know what Kit, I don’t think it is bad at all.” The two boys turned to look at the girls in their company, still animatedly debating.

“Hey guys? I’m heading to bed for the night. Unless of course there was something else you wanted to question me about?” Anyone could hear the sarcasm dripping from Izuku’s voice as he spoke, he knew his friends meant well.

“You know what Deku? I think you’re off the hook for tonight. Try to get some sleep would ya? You know even if you're sleep deprived Bakugou won’t go easy on you.” There were small huffs of laughter at Uraraka’s words, amusing as they were accurate.

“Goodnight guys, Kit do you want me to walk you to your room?”

“I’m alright Izuku, I saw where it was earlier today and I can manage to make my way back. Goodnight.” With a swift nod to the three in front of him Kit turned away and walked out the door.

“Wow, just as aloof as Kacchan, don’t even know why I offered help.” He was talking mostly to himself.

“Night Deku, Mina do you want to walk up together?”

“Sure! Night Midoriya!”

“Goodnight you guys.”

The girls left quickly, walking up a floor to their dorms. Izuku paused for a moment, for the first time seriously contemplating their words throughout the night, did they see something he didn’t?

Not allowing himself any false hope, Izuku turned and made his way into his dorm, double checking the alarms on his phone on the way, turning his mind to perfecting his aerial attack. Izuku hadn’t realised the toll the day had on him until his pajama clad body hit the bed and instantly melted into the soft embrace, before he knew it he was asleep.

[lord-explosion-baku]

Like Ghosts In Snow (Ch. 2)

While your guardian is keeping a huge secret you take on the nightlife and find yourself in a mad supernatural hellzone.

Vampire au, villain au

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of violence

A/N: I had written 90% of this before I started requests and figured I’d finish it before continuing. I’ll get on to do more requests Thursday at the latest! Deku is here! I’m stoked.

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Chapter 2: Ambrosia

You sat on the passenger seat of Bakugou’s Oldsmobile and listened to his shitty gangster rap music. Eijirou moved around in the back seat from window to window allowing his head to pop out to catch the cool salty pacific air, occasionally popping his head over your seat to give kisses and sniffs.

Bakugou parked the car on the side of the road. You knew immediately by looking around that this was a college town. Kids around your age walked in groups up and down the street, shopping, finding hot spots, looking for places to get a drink or go to dinner. They skipped and cheered and laughed with one another. You felt a twinge if jealousy watching other kids having fun with their friends.

“The comic book store a couple blocks away so we’re gonna have to walk,” Bakugou said letting Eijirou our of the car. Eijirou sat on the sidewalk waiting patiently for the two of you to start walking. A good boy.

Before you got out of the car, you bent down to tie your shoe. Bakugou opened your door for you. You looked up at him surprised. “And they say chivalry is dead,” you said slightly slurring the word ‘chivalry.’

“Hurry the fuck up.” Woah there, partner.

You slid down your seat and out of the car and walked fast paced towards the sidewalk however you managed to trip over your own leg and nearly fell into the road.

It was like you were frozen in air. You started at the street but your face never met it. At that same moment a 1967 black mustang sped down the road. The would’ve hit me, you thought yourself.

Bakugou pulled you onto the sidewalk. He had caught you by your hand just in time. “It would be really nice,” he growled at you, “if we could make it to this damn comic book store without you getting yourself fucking killed.”

You blinked at him. He had saved you by he was still so mean. You looked into his glowering red eyes. He did look a bit concerned. Still he was being so rude to you, and why?

You laughed. “I just wanted you to hold my hand,” you said innocently. You looked down at your hand still intertwined with his.

He threw it away stalking off down the street. You thought for a second you had seen him blush. You just shake your head.

You walked in silence for a while, watching as Eijirou sniffed every lamppost, ever plant, and every trash can you passed by. People avoided Bakugou on the street, making sure to walk into the road to avoid being near him. It probably didn’t help the Eijirou was a growling machine whenever anyone looked his way.

“We’re going to cut down this alley and walk behind the buildings. The dog is wasting our time stopping every second he can to get his damn fix.” So you followed Bakugou down an alley with Eijirou watching carefully behind you.

The alleyway was plastered with ‘Missing Person’ posters. Faces of all ages stared at you with messages from loved ones pleading for the viewer to call specified numbers if there was any information on their whereabouts. You read some of the names. ‘Momo Yaoyorozu’... ‘Denki Kaminari’... ‘Hitoshi Shinsou’... You came upon a poster where the person’s face was torn away from the wall. The name read ‘Izuku Midoriya.’

Bakugou has stopped walking to watch you look at all the posters. You turned to him and asked, “is this town safe?”

“Does it feel safe?” He glared at you. He was so cryptic.

You gulped. It didn’t. But you weren’t going to let this smug fucker spook you out when you wanted to enjoy your night. You sarcastically fluttered your lashes gave him a smile, curling a lock of hair around your finger and gushed, “I feel safe knowing that a big strong man such as yourself is here to be my personal body guard.” You could nearly see steam fuming out of his nostrils. Eijirou barked at you, as if to say, I’m here too you know! You turned away from him and skipped down the alleyway.

The back of each building had something beautifully painted on it. You were mesmerized by the swirl of blue mixed with an orange and pink hue that painted a landscape of a giant wave crashing against a bluff. The next building had the scene of a thunder storm in the middle of a desert, the cactus and dunes were silhouetted against a purple night sky with a white lightning bolt bursting through it.

The last building on your trek really caught your eye. An incredibly bulky man stood over a mound of skeletons that had pointed teeth. His blonde hair seemed to be blowing in the wind. He held a medieval axe in one hand while his other flexed showing off rippling muscles. He had a huge conquering smile on.

“We’re here,” Bakugou snapped you out of your daze.

“Wow,” was all you said.

“Tch,” Bakugou looked down at Eijirou who seemed almost as amazed as you were at the painting. You didn’t think dogs could understand artwork. “You’re staying right here,” Bakugou said to the dog.

Eijirou let out a whine but he sat down obediently.

A bell dinged as you entered the store. At the front, an older man sat staring blankly through the window at people walking by. He was scrawny, nearly skin and bones, eyes sunken in casting a shadow over his face, but he had wild blonde hair, with bangs parted down the middle falling to either side of his face. When you walked by, giving him a smile, he slowly put up a hand to greet you but continued to stare outside, as if his greeting was only a reflex. Bakugou didn’t look at him.

The place was filled. Different swords and weapons decorated the walls, comic books grew in stacks, there were standees of heroes from recent movies you’ve watched in theaters, and separate sections for old movies, games, and cds were labeled in pictures and stickers, and there were stairs towards the back of the store labeled ‘records,’ with a sign pointing up.

You slowly walked to a stack of books and fingered the folds of a random book before picking it up. It had been a manga from the mid 2000’s called, ‘My Date With a Teenaged Vampire.’ You snickered to yourself as you flipped through the pages, watching the heroine blush and swoon over a very cheesy looking vampire.

Bakugou scoffed over your shoulder causing you to jump and throw the book back into the stack. “Jesus! Hover much, Katsuki?”

“It’s Bakugou,” he rolled his eyes at you. “Of course you’re one of those girls that believe in that ‘vampires are romantic, star crossed lovers, fate’s kiss’ bullshit. Vampires feed, kill, and burn, in that order.”

“And werewolves howl, piss on trees, and hump each other, in that order,” you wanted to defend yourself but you didn’t want him to think you cared about what he thought about you. You didn’t.

“Werewolves don’t exist,” he said crossing his arms, challenging you.

“And vampires do? Honestly, Bakugou, if you are gonna be a killjoy, you could just wait outside.”

“I don’t see why the fuck not. It’s not like I wanna be here.”

“The door,” you said, motioning towards the outside, “is right over there.”

He narrowed his eyes and slammed his hand on the table next to you and started leaning in to you causing you to move away from him. For a split second you thought he was going to kiss you but the thought quickly left your mind when he stopped right in front of you, his hot breath on h s face. “You’re a pain in my ass,” he whispered and shoved something to your chest before stalking away towards the front. You watched as he swung the door open, causing the bell to ring, and the shopkeeper raised his hand to say goodbye to his guest.

You looked at what Bakugou had left you. It was a comic book from the 1980’s. The title of the book was blacked out with sharpie pen and over it written in chipping whiteout was ‘10 Ways To Absolutely Destroy a Vampire.’ You flipped through the comic and saw various different scribbles over the original work, seeming to correct or call bullshit on certain things the comic had written in it. You read through a strip where the hero dramatically piles a stake through the heart of a vampire the words ‘obviously’ were messily scribbled next to the perishing vampire. You scrunched your face. Why did Bakugou give you trash? You flipped to the last page of the book where ‘property of Edgar and Alan Frog: vampire hunters’ were written. “Well, Edgar and Alan Frog, you guys are psychos,” you said aloud.

A sudden ring from the door front caused you to jump. You glanced up to see the shopkeeper put up his hand in greeting but didn’t see anybody in the store. A shiver went up your spine. Maybe it was someone lost or confused and turned back immediately? You shrugged it off but you couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched.

You made your way up the stairs to look at the collection of records. You flipped through the $2” stack and read through dozens of bands you hadn’t heard of. Your hand ghosted over some lapel pins representing music labels. You made your way over to the rock bands that were in an alphabetized order. You scanned through through the D’s; David Bowie, Dead Kennedy’s, Depeche Mode, and your fingers landed on the Morrison Hotel album by the Doors. You pulled it out of the stack and you felt eyes on you again.

You turned abruptly and your eyes met with mesmerizing emerald ones. You smiled at the messy haired boy who was fixated on you before returning reading the back of the album.

“Jim Morrison... quite the inspiration,” a friendly voice rang in your ears.

Nervous at the stranger speaking to you you didn’t look up from the album when you replied, “yeah... I think my dad is a big fan of his. I’m thinking about getting him this album.”

“You should get it for yourself,” the voice was right up against your ear. You took a step away and turned to the boy, giving him a surprised look.

His green irises peaked through half lidded eyes, face dusted in freckles, his red lips stretched into a lazy smile when he got a good look at you. He almost looked like a doll. He wore a white dress shirt with a black vest, black slacks, and converse. His cute face did not match his clothes at all.

“M-maybe I will,” you felt an uneasy tension creep up your back.

Taking a step closer he reached behind you, his arm pressing uninvitedly on your shoulder, and pulled a different record back into his hands, his eyes never leaving yours. “If you’re going to get an album by The Doors, might I suggest ‘Strange Days,’?” He flipped the vinyl over to show up the list of songs, rubbing his shoulder against yours. “Some of the songs feature a harpischord, an elegant instrument that’s not usually associated with rock and roll.” When you didn’t say anything he continued, “you know, when Morrison died they didn’t do surgery on his body to see what his cause of death was. Some believe he might still be alive.”

That made you laugh. “Yeah he’s probably somewhere sharing a drink with Elvis, right?”

The boy grinned at your joke. “Yeah, something like that,” the spirit of eerie irony filled his voice.

You took the vinyl from his hands and admired the odd photo they used as the album cover.

“What’s your name?” The boy asked.

“F/N L/N,” you said without hesitation. You felt you should be cautious around him but you couldn’t help but blurt out the honest answer immediately. A shiver shot through your body.

“F/N L/N,” your name was drawled our through his lips, slowly, as if he was savoring the taste of it on his tongue. “You’re a friend of Kacchan’s?”

“Who?”

The boy chuckled humorlessly. “Katsuki Bakugou. I can smell him on you.” Another uneasy wave hit you, still you were unable to move away from the boy. “He has a hard time making friends.”

“I can’t fathom why,” you said rolling your eyes.

The boy jumped up to sit on top of the counter holding the records. He smiled down on you. “I like you, y/n,” he said slightly kicking his feet. He reached over to the box of lapel pins and held it in his lap. He tilted his head to the side and asked, “Will you do me a favor?”

I don’t think so. “Sure.”

“Give me your hand.”

Your right hand involuntarily reached up to reach the boys. Taking one of the lapel pins he pricked your pointer finger. You winced, shooting your hand back. A drop of scarlet oozed from the tip. You sucked at your wound.

The boy’s smile grew, his tongue pressed against his white teeth. “What does it taste like?”

Leave. Turn around and leave. Go find Bakugou and go home. “It takes like,” you licked your finger, “skin and copper.” Why do you want to know?

He bit his lip, looking pleased. He held out his hand to you once more. “Let me try.”

Again your hand met his. He caresses your arm as he brought your bleeding finger to his lips, keeping eye contact with you, he kissed your finger. “Oh,” he took your finger into your mouth, you felt his tongue swirl around the wound, and he sucked. A greedy moan escaped his lips.

You felt a different kind of tingling envelope your body. It’s like you were entranced by this man who was sampling your blood.

Looking pleased, he let your hand fall to your side. “You taste magnificent. Like honey, sunshine,... ambrosia.” He licked his lips as if the taste of you lingered on them. “I can’t wait to have you when you’re not intoxicated.”

How does he know? How am I not screaming? Why can’t I call for help? Questions ran rapidly through your head as you stared at the green haired boy, paralyzed.

He hopped down from the counter and started walked towards the stairs. “Sadly, we’ll have to save that for another... date.”

Your body was burning to move. “What’s your name?” Was all you could muster.

He tossed his head back, sleepy eyes landing on you. “*Izuku Midoriya*, but you won’t be remembering that anytime soon.” The boy disappeared down the stairs.

Chapter 3

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[unicooky]

This is my secret Santa for @sharkflavor!!!! The prompt I chose was “quirkless Kacchan”, and I added a vigilante twist to fit the idea I had in mind,,, anyways, I hope you like it!!!

Death is an old friend of Izuku’s; they’ve met quite a few time, almost shook hands once or twice, though they’ve never gotten this close to each other before, with Death’s cold breath washing over him, its hands roaming Izuku’s body like a lover’s would.

He lies there, defenseless, eyes wide fixated on the villain’s rapidly-approaching blade.

This is it, he thinks faintly, feverishly. I’m going to die. I’m going to die with All Might’s legacy.

Izuku holds his breath, heart crashing against his ribs, nails dug into palms, eyes stinging with tears. No, no, no—

Several things then happen at once. He hears a noise so loud it deafens him; smoke bursts from somewhere in front of him; it slithers down his throat and pools into his lungs. His ringing ears don’t pick up the battle cry coming from behind him but he sure feels the hand grabbing his neck and dragging him away from the fight — away from a certain death.

Izuku’s tongue is heavy and dry in his mouth but he still manages to spout a few words. “L-Let me—“

“Shut up,” he thinks he hears the person say, but the sound of the explosion still echoes brutally in his ears. Their grip is surprisingly strong and Izuku, shaking from the adrenaline, can’t gather enough strength to free himself. His blunt nails claw at the hand wrapped around his neck as he tries to focus on activating One For All — in vain.

Through clouded eyes Izuku watches helplessly as he’s led toward a dark alley, only to be tossed against a wall.

“Weak,” the person says, and this time Izuku can discern every letter clearly. His ears still buzz and his skull still pounds but the voice cuts through it all, loud and close and sharp. “You call yourself a hero, but you’re the one who actually needs saving? Weak.”

That voice. Izuku knows that voice, can find it deep between washed-out childhood memories. “Kacchan.”

The figure takes down its hood and grins, mean and twisted. “Deku.”

“I— Thank you. For saving me.” A nervous chuckle slips past his lips. “It’s been a while.”

Kacchan sighs, rolls his eyes, and turns around. “I’m going now. Don’t follow me.”

“Wait-”

“I said, don’t follow-”

“Can I offer you a coffee?” Izuku blurts out and immediately regrets it. Fresh out of a disastrous fight, with his hero costume in shambles and covered in bruises, Izuku’d probably make quite the scene should he stroll inside a coffee shop like this. To his surprise, Kacchan only closes his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose and grunts.

“What did I just say.”

“That, uh. I should not follow you,” Izuku squeaks, staring at Kacchan like a deer caught in the headlights. Kacchan glares at him. “And that you were going to go. But! There’s so much we need to get caught up with, and I hadn’t seen you in so long, and you did save my life so I should probably make it up to you but-”

“Are you fucking looking down on me?”

Izuku frowns. “Of course not. I’m just—“ he pauses, wrings his fingers together, looks around. “... I’ve missed you. I really did, Kacchan.”

Kacchan looks unsure for a second. He freezes and leans back on his heels, lips pinched. “Stop making fun of me,” he then says, his voice quiet and cold.

“I’m not,” Izuku says. Kacchan stares him down with those glorious eyes of his. They are bright and deadly like a polished blade but Izuku stands his ground, his heart a war drum as it beats inside his rib cage.

Even if you put a gun to Izuku’s temple he would not be able to tell how much time passed like this. It could be a second; it could be an hour. Kacchan then sighs, runs a hand through his hair, glares at Izuku.

“You know what? Fuck it. Alright, I’ll come, but you’re paying.”

Excitation thrums through Izuku’s bones, a bright and joyful melody. “Great!”

“I’m ordering the most expensive thing on the menu, though,” Kacchan warns.

Izuku nods. “That’s fair. Also, could we maybe pass by my apartment before? I need to grab my civvies.”

“Whatever.”

The walk there is, at first, uncomfortably silent. Izuku tries to spark up the conversation a few times, without much success; Kacchan’s face is unreadable and his lips are sealed, he is a marble statue.

Izuku closes his eyes and remembers the small Kacchan he used to love, the one who still lives in his memories, the one who would charge at invisible enemies with a fearless grin and raised fists. The Kacchan in front of him is strong —of course he is— but there’s something cold and solemn in his eyes. Izuku can tell he hasn’t strayed from his goal; the few grenades still attached to his belt tell as much, though he knows Kacchan’s dream of being a hero has been buried at the bottom of his closet, along with the All Might figurines he used to collect.

“We close yet?”

“Ah- yes.” They still have a few streets to cross and corners to round before they reach his apartment, though he can’t say that, for he can feel Kacchan’s growing restlessness. Izuku picks up the pace.

Wrong move.

Apparently Kacchan takes that as a challenge, because he starts jogging, smacking his shoulder against Izuku’s in the process. Izuku frowns. That won’t do.

So he jogs too, catching up easily to Kacchan and running ahead. Kacchan does this annoyed little grunt but when he reaches Izuku again there’s something warm in his eyes —oh. That’s new. Izuku feels his chest swell, and ignores it promptly.

Kacchan’s legs are longer, so they eat up the sidewalk easier, but Izuku’s not going to let him win. Maybe they would look like absolute children this way, elbowing each other subtly and knocking their shoulders together to throw the other off-balance, if Kacchan did not have explosives strapped around his hips and if Izuku wasn’t wearing a bloodied hero costume.

As they climb up the stairs to Izuku’s apartment he hears Kacchan laugh a little, and that does things to his heart. It’s a sound he hadn’t heard in long, long time, a sound that slithers between his ribs and makes him feel bright in the face.

Izuku may not be a child anymore but somehow he feels so very young.

Izuku comes out of his room dressed in his civvies to find Kacchan staring at the pictures he’d hung up on his fridge.

“Why the fuck did you keep that?” Kacchan asks abruptly, turning around to stare at Izuku. He’s holding an old ripped photograph of them as kids, with Kacchan’s grin missing a few teeth and Izuku’s knees covered in All Might bandaids. Kacchan looks angry but his expression lacks bite; it’s guarded, suspicious, but there’s something like quiet hope simmering under the surface.

“I’ve missed you,” Izuku replies carefully, taking a measured step towards Kacchan. “Of course I wasn’t going to throw that away.”

Kacchan eyes him up and down, eyebrows pushed together slightly. “... D’you always need to be that sappy?”

“I’m not being sappy,” Izuku answers, a slow smile digging in his cheeks. “‘M just saying the truth.”

Kacchan’s nose scrunches up and his cheekbones turn bright and pink like the dawn. “Whatever. You ready to go?”

“Sure.” Izuku grabs his keys and throws a glance at Kacchan. “Though it’s gotten kinda late, could I, huh, treat you for dinner, instead? Or something?”

“It’s beginning to sound like you’re trying to ask me on a date, nerd,” Kacchan snorts, and Izuku tries to ignore how his chest rattles with the heavy beating of his heart.

“Maybe I am,” Izuku squeaks out quickly and darts out of his apartment to escape Kacchan’s impending wrath.

He only gets to speed walk across a few meters until he feels a hand wind around his elbow and yank him back. “What the fuck,” Kacchan hisses. His breath is scorching as it washes over Izuku’s face. “Why the fuck did you say that?”

“I-I just- I wouldn’t mind going on a date with you, Kacchan. I… I wouldn’t mind at all.”

“But—“ Kacchan swallows and frown, though he looks more confused and maybe vulnerable (vulnerable, what a scary word it must be for someone like Kacchan) than angry. Kacchan’s hand leaves Izuku’s arm to hang limply at his side. Izuku wants nothing more than to hold him, to stop him before he can finish the deadly sentence he’s trying so desperately to utter without breaking. “But I’m—quirkless.”

Ah. There it is. The elephant in the room, the sword dangling over their heads. “I know,” Izuku finally says, slowly, thoughtfully, tasting every word with care before letting them go. “I used to be, too.”

“But you’re not- you’re not- quirkless. Anymore.”

Such a heavy conversation for such a mundane setting. There’s no rain pouring out of flashing skies, no dramatic music or slowmo going on. There’s only a silent hallway with Kacchan looking small and out of place under the buzzing neons and Izuku in a tacky t-shirt with his lip split and his cheekbone bruised.

“You got your quirk from All Might, didn’t you?”

Izuku picks at his nails. He knew Kacchan was more than smart enough to figure that out on his own, though he had hoped the question would come later.

“Yes.”

“He chose you.”

“Yes.” Izuku can see where this is going, and his heart breaks a little.

“And he didn’t choose me.” Kacchan looks so young this way, so lost, so unlike the Kacchan that saved him with only a handful of grenades and his courage.

“I don’t think you’re seeing this the way you should—”

Kacchan’s lips do this horrible thing where they twist and stretch in something that looks exactly like a smile but feels like a knife to the gut. “That’s so easy to say, isn’t it. But, really, is there truly any other way to see the situation, Deku? All Might had a choice to make. He picked you, not me. That’s it.” Kacchan buries his hands in his pockets and buries Izuku’s heart six feet under. “There. I think we’re done. I’m going home.”

Kacchan turns around. Izuku closes his eyes and imagines everything that could happen now — he could go back inside his apartment and let Kacchan go, wake up tomorrow and move on, carry on with being a hero and never hear of Kacchan again. He opens his eyes, because that’s not what he wants, that’s not what he wants at all. “Wait!”

Kacchan freezes, though he doesn’t look back at Izuku. “What.”

“Do you- do you remember how we used to play in the river behind my house?”

“The fuck?”

“You’d always catch the most butterflies, and make the most ricochets. I thought- I thought you were so amazing. I always looked up to you.” Kacchan turns around and stares at him. The silence hangs low and heavy over them, full of maybes and almosts. “That- that hasn’t changed. You saved my life, earlier- if you hadn’t been there, I would’ve died! You’re still amazing, Kacchan, quirk or not.” Izuku looks down at his shoes, voice stuck in his throat, and repeats: “You saved me, Kacchan. That’s… that’s what heroes do.”

“... Shut up,” Kacchan says, and it sounds weak. Undone. “Shut up.” He’s almost crying, though Izuku can’t tell if it’s from anger, relief, or a mix of the two. He doesn’t look totally pissed anymore, only weary, so weary.

Izuku takes a few careful steps toward Kacchan, looking for a sign that would tell him to back off, though it never comes. He ends up almost toe to toe with Kacchan, and Kacchan — Kacchan drops his head on Izuku’s shoulder, and weeps. Izuku cries a bit too, but that’s nothing out of the ordinary, is it?

A few minutes pass, slow and tortuous. Then Kacchan snorts through his tears, and says: “So, what about that date?”

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Title: Dance With Me (It Won’t Kill Ya) Lesson 4 Pairing:  Kacchako (side Todomomo) Dance/College AU Rating: M Word Count:  5,288 Read on Ao3 Summary: When Bakugou damages university property, he’s forced to take dance lessons with the best dance student at the school, Uraraka. There’s no way he’ll actually enjoy learning to dance though… right?

Absolutely not…

Thanks to @liziscribbles for betaing this! Thank you to everyone who kept up with this fic even though I took forever! LOL

Full fic under the cut!

"And 1-2-3, 1-2-3," Uraraka counted, letting Bakugou lead her sloppily across the dance floor. His face looked pinched, his brow furrowing as he stumbled over his feet a few times. It was endearing, how hard he seemed to be trying.

He was improving, and much faster than Uraraka expected, though the quicker she counted the more stressed he looked.

"Is it too much for you?" she teased playfully, fully prepared for an explosive reaction.

"Of course not, shitty girl!" he growled. The pressure on her back grew heavier and he swung her around quickly, her hair swooshing around her cheeks.

"B-Bakugou-kun! Too fast!" she gasped, clutching his shoulder. "You need to slow down or your partner won't be able to keep up with you!"

He stopped moving, his grip on her hand loosening. "HAH!? But you're always counting so damn fast!"

"Right, but you don't need to move me so uhm... aggressively!" she explained. "In general you should be trying to calm down. That... is the whole point!" She smiled. So far, Bakugou was calmer than normal, but Uraraka anticipated his low patience would run out shortly.

"How the hell is this supposed to make me calm?!" he snapped. "You're counting in my damn ear, you're making me walk around this stupid floor while remembering all the moves! How the fuck is this relaxing?!" he growled, glaring at her.

"Well, it's not relaxing... dance is a sport as well as an art, and it's intense," she said, rushing to continue before he got a chance to interrupt. "But! You can make it more relaxing by calming down a little bit."

"The fuck does that mean?!"

Uraraka sighed. "You're so... stiff," she explained. "Your hand is pushing so hard against my back. Your brow is pinched. If you could just take a deep breath... and relax your shoulders... I think you'd find you'd move easier. And don't forget what I told you about staying lighter on your feet," she said softly, hoping her tone wouldn't set him off. She found he didn't take well to intense criticism.

"How the fuck am I supposed to remember all this garbage?!" he hissed, glaring towards the ground. He looked as though he was about to explode.

"Bakugou-kun," Uraraka began, stepping towards him. She gently placed her hand on his shoulder. "You're actually... doing a really amazing job. As tense as you are, you learn really fast, and you do keep up with me when I count. You're improving."

She couldn't help but blush when he turned to look at her, all wide-eyed. He looked confused, as if she had spoken a foreign language, and he'd not expected her to actually compliment anything he was doing.

"I... wasn’t going to tell you this, cause I didn't want you to start slacking off and you better not!" she threatened, pointing at him. "But... I was planning on giving a good halfway review to Aizawa-sensei."

"HAH!?" he yelled. "You're telling me I'm actually doing a good job with this shit?" he growled.

She nodded. "You really are!"

He folded his arms, his cheeks flushing. "Whatever. This shit is fucking hard. I don't get why you like it," he grumbled.

Shocking. She never expected him to admit to the difficulty. She always assumed he was scoffing at it.

"Well don't worry, you only have to do it four more times after this," she said softly. There was a pang in her heart when she realized they only had four lessons left together.

Bakugou was the worst student. She wouldn't deny that. He was loud, angry, fought with her constantly, and yet there was a small part of her that would be sad once everything was over. How stupid? Just a few days ago she was counting down the literal hours to when she would be done with this...

"Didn't you say you were going to give me harder shit today, Round Face?" he scoffed, folding his arms.

She swallowed and nodded. "I was counting faster," she snorted.

He frowned. Uraraka was surprised; it seemed like he was really looking for a new challenge.

"Do... you want to try it with actual music again?" She pulled away from him and moved to the small speakers she kept on top of the piano.

"That's not exactly different," he grumbled, but he stood, waiting for her to return. Slowly but surely, he was getting better about actually fighting her on things as well.

She pushed play on the iPod, walking over to him. "It's not, but it's challenging. And try staying more relaxed, that can be your other challenge," she smirked, watching his brow twitch.

"Fine, shitty girl," he hissed and wrapped his hand around hers. He gripped it tightly, but took a deep breath, letting his hand loosen around hers. He placed his hand on her lower back and raised his shoulder, but let it drop back down, not tensing like he normally did.

"You ready?" she said quietly. She couldn't help the blush dusting her cheeks, as he actually listened to her. What a change from the first class. She had meant it when she said she was going to give Bakugou a positive review to Aizawa-sensei, and now she knew she would say even more nice things. He deserved it, since he was actually working hard now.

"Whatever," he snorted.

"Follow the music, I'll count us in. 1-2-3, 1-2-3," she said, counting much faster than she had before.

He started abruptly, realizing to follow the music he needed to move, and Uraraka stumbled back with him. However, the second they started moving, Bakugou fell into it. His feet touched the ground lighter, and his hand didn't press so hard against her back. He moved her around the floor, actually leading her as she had taught. For a moment, he felt like a real dancer to her.

A partner...

He turned her around as the music sped up, reaching a climax and he gripped her hand hard as he leaned her down dipping her. She gasped, allowing her body to fall backwards.

His form was sloppily and horrible, she hadn't exactly taught him how to do anything like this, but it was a common well known move. His red eyes stared directly into hers, and she felt her cheeks heat up as the music came to a halt. Her hand trembled against his shoulder, and she pulled herself up, her face so close to him.

"Told ya' I could do other shit," he grumbled through his teeth.

She bit her lip, trying so hard not to laugh. He really had felt the need to prove that to her. It was oddly endearing, even if it had been horrible.

She began to giggle, pulling away. "I-I'm sorry! I'm not laughing at you!"

"HAH?!" he snapped. "You better not be!"

"I'm not! I'm not!" she assured him. "I'm... impressed actually. Your form was horrible, but... you went for it! That's really what a lead is supposed to do."

"Damn right! If you're not gonna teach me this shit, I'm going to have to do it myself," he grumbled, folding his arms.

She laughed. "I'll teach you, I'll teach you! But it'll have to be next time," she said, glancing towards the clock. "We've done enough for today. You... really are improving." She clasped her hands together happily and was certain she saw a blush on his face as well.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever!" he growled. "You'll see, next time I'll dip you with the perfect form," he snorted, storming towards the door.

She really hoped he proved himself right.

~~

Weekends were the best time for Bakugou now. Not that they hadn't been great before, but now it was even better. He didn't have to think about fucking Deku, and he didn't have to worry about that freaking dance teacher. No, he could drink, relax, and even work out properly. Nothing was stopping him.

Thursday with Deku went by fast, thankfully the idiot left him alone to his work. And now Bakugou was thanking every god he didn't believe in that it was finally fucking Friday.

"You ready man!? We’re gonna go OUT!" Kirishima cheered, slamming his empty beer can into the trash. He slung his arm drunkenly around Bakugou's neck. "You've had a rough two weeks," he nodded sagely. "So we gotta go out and enjoy your short-lived freedom!" Kirishima moved his hand in front of both of their faces, as though he was planning out the entire night with his palm.

"Don't fucking remind me of that shit!" Bakugou growled, slipping out from under Kirishima's arm. He downed the rest of his beer, and chucked the can into the trash, slamming it against the back, the bin rolling around with the momentum. "The whole point of going out is to not worry about those damn idiots!" he snorted, cracking one more beer open. He could easily drink it before they left.

Bakugou wasn't one for school dances. In fact, right now, dance was the last thing he wanted to think about, but after much convincing from Kirishima and a few beers later, Bakugou didn't care what the hell they did, as long as they got out of their fucking dorm room.

Crushing the can down, he tossed it into the waste bin. "School dances are a fucking waste of time!" he grumbled, folding his arms over his chest.

"Yeah but... it's better than hanging out with just me all night, right?" Kirishima teased, raising his eyebrows. "And c'mon most of the team is going and we miss you man!" he said. "Kaminari just texted him. He's there already. Probably so he can make out with his new girlfriend," Kirishima babbled on, which only made Bakugou ready to get out of the tiny room more.

"Whatever," he grumbled, grabbing his jacket. He yanked the door open, stumbling into the hallway. Maybe he shouldn't have had that last beer...

"You can show off your new dance skills!" Kirishima cheered, zipping up his own jacket.

"HAH?!" Bakugou growled, turning to glare at his roommate. "What the hell did you just say?"

"I said you can show off your new dance skills," Kirishima snorted. "Since you've been working hard, I hear you're getting a lot better!"

"Where the hell are you hearing stuff like this!?"

Bakugou hadn't said a word to anyone about his stupid dance lessons. He purposefully hadn't. He had a reputation to uphold after all, and dance wasn't going ruin it. He was a rugby player, gruff, tough, badass. He wasn't some dainty ass dancer.

Even if... he did find it a little challenging. Way harder than he expected... Pretty physically taxing as well...

No. Fuck. He didn't like dancing. It was stupid, and he just had to get through it for two more fucking weeks.

"I have that random science class with the girl who's teaching you, Uraraka? She was talking to her friend about you, saying you were getting better and actually putting effort in," Kirishima explained.

Bakugou wanted to explode. Why the hell was she going around telling people about their private lessons?! Fucking hell she was going to ruin everything! Next time he saw her, there would be hell to pay.

And of course he was trying! If he didn't, Uraraka would report him to Aizawa-sensei and then Aizawa-sensei would take him off of the rugby team and he'd lose his damn scholarship! He had no choice.

It had nothing to do with enjoying the lessons. It had nothing to do with not wanting to see the disappointing look on her shitty round face. He couldn't stand it, and he sure as hell couldn't wait for these two damn weeks to be over!

He was pacing in the hallway, his boots scuffing on the ground, his thoughts following his circular motion.

"Dude, Bakugou, calm down," Kirishima stated slowly. "I don't think she meant anything mean by it. She seemed really happy. I think it's cool you're trying something new-"

"Kirishima," he growled, his voice rumbling low in Bakugou's voice. "Shut up."

"I'm just saying it's cool if you enjoy the dance lessons-"

Bakugou got right up in Kirishima's face, his red eyes narrowing. "Shut. Up," he hissed, and Kirishima immediately raised his hands. His best friend knew when to back the fuck off.

"Aw c'mon man! I'm just giving you shit. If you don't wanna dance tonight you don't have to!" he laughed awkwardly.

"Of course I won't be fucking dancing tonight! I'm gonna watch as you and Lightning Rod make fuckin' idiots of yourself trying to find a stupid girl to dance with or whatever the fuck you morons do. Let's go before I change my damn mind."

He began to walk towards the exit, not waiting to see if Kirishima would follow him.

Kirishima opened his mouth as if to argue, but quickly followed anyway. "Bakugou, I'd say you're drunk enough to still enjoy your time."

"What the fuck ever," he grumbled, shoving his hands into his pockets.

He did not enjoy the stupid lessons. They were a hell of a lot better than fucking sitting in the library with shitty ass Deku, but he didn't enjoy them. He wasn't supposed to! It was a punishment… and a stupid one at that!

He had two weeks left. Two more weeks of putting up with shitty Round Face and he'd never have to think about dancing again. Was he going to be the best damn partner she'd ever had for the last two weeks? Of course. But it sure as hell wasn't going to matter after that!

For now, he let the alcohol buzz through his blood, ready to start his weekend forgetting about shitty dance girl.

~~

"I can't," Uraraka whined. "I thought I could but I can't, Momo-chan!" She flopped back on her bed, her brown hair splayed about beneath her. "I'm exhausted!"

"But Ochako-chan!" she said, kneeling next to her bed. "Tsuyu and Mina are already there! And you love the Homecoming dance! You'll be so sad if you miss it!" Momo insisted, and Uraraka knew she was right.

It was one of her favorites of the school dances. It was growing close to the winter months, and she much preferred if it snowed a bit, but unfortunately the weather hadn't called for any snow. Still, the dance was always winter themed, sparkling snowflakes decorating the ceiling of the large student gym...

And she did always love any chance she had to dance, even casually like this.

"I know," she sighed. "I'm just so tired." As if for dramatic effect, she yawned. "Todoroki-kun will be there. You can hang out with him."

Actually, Uraraka was always impressed by Momo's ability to get Todoroki to school events. He was so quiet and reserved with strangers, these sort of things really weren't his scene.

"Well yeah I'm sure we'll dance once I get there, but Ochako-chan, it's our tradition!" She peered over her on the bed. "Is Bakugou-san really tiring you out?" she giggled.

She groaned and covered her eyes. "It's a lot of extra work. Ah! That's not to say I'm not enjoying teaching."

"Mmm, but he's not the most agreeable student," Momo said.

"It's true..." she mumbled, turning her gaze from Momo's. She felt her cheeks heat up, thinking about the way he had tried to dip her a few days ago... it had gone surprisingly well, even if his form hadn't been technically on point. "But... he is getting better."

Momo narrowed her eyes. "You like him..." she whispered. "Oh my gosh, you like him!?"

"No!" Uraraka shot up from the bed, glaring at her best friend. "I don't! Not like that!" she quickly urged. "I-I mean he's getting better as a dancer and a student and it's fun to watch!" She flailed.

Momo began to laugh, grabbing at her stomach. "Well I got you out of bed at least!"

"Eh?! I guess you did..." she sighed, shaking her head. "Alright... alright... I'll go!" she said. "But I haven't even had anything to drink! And I can't wear this..." she said tugging on the long pink sweater.

"All of that can change," Momo smiled. She handed her a can of beer, which Uraraka took, wrinkling her nose when she took a sip of the bitter drink.

Momo opened her closet door, searching through her dresses. "You have so many cute ones... which do you wanna wear."

"Hm..." Uraraka hummed, taking a few more sips of the drink. "The dark pink one with the long sleeves, then I don't have to worry about a jacket."

"Ah! Ochako-chan!" Momo giggled, taking the dress out. "This one is so cute! Maybe Bakugou-san will be there and you can show off how cute you look!"

"S-Stop Momo-chan!" Uraraka shook her head, gulping down the rest of the drink. She wasn't the type to get drunk, but she did enjoy a slight buzz. "I don't like him! And I doubt Bakugou-kun is the type to go to a school dance. He hates dancing!" she said, but she wasn't fully convinced that was true.

Ever since the beginning of the week, she'd begun to question how much Bakugou truly hated dance. At this point, he was actually working hard on it, and the improvement from the first week was much more than she could've expected. He had potential, more than she cared to admit. Perhaps it was just because he was athletic? Or maybe he really had a hidden talent for dance...

"So you've thought about it then?" Momo giggled, interrupting Uraraka's thoughts.

"Thought about what?"

"About Bakugou-san going to the dance!"

"W-What?!" she said and shook her head. "N-No! It was just a guess! Y'know... based on his personality and stuff," she mumbled.

"Sure," Momo winked. "I'll let you get changed and then we can go? Shouto just texted me he's there and you know he won't last long without me," she giggled.

"Okay!" Uraraka said, breathing a sigh of relief when Momo finally changed the subject.

She finished the rest of her beer and stripped out of her clothes. She slid her tights up her legs, trying to decide what shoes to wear before slipping into a pair of pink flats.

She bit her lip. She didn't like Bakugou. Well, she liked him just fine, especially since he'd calmed down... at least as much as someone like him could. But it wasn't a crush or anything! Okay, maybe he was attractive! But his personality was too explosive! And he was sort of mean? But also... nice? It was too complicated, and too much for her brain to think about.

She adjusted the sleeves of her dress and grabbed her phone, tucking it into the pocket of the skirt. "I'm ready," she said, smiling.

"Ahhhh, Ochako-chan! You always look so cute!" Momo giggled, hugging the other girl.

"Oh c'mon, Momo-chan! I threw this together so fast!" She blushed and pulled away from her best friend, heading out of her dorm room. "Let's get there, we can't let Todoroki-kun suffer alone!"

It was best to change the subject when she didn't wish to talk about herself.

It was a quick walk to the dance, and they stood outside in a short line of people waiting to trickle into the school gymnasium. It was always crowded at these events, full of loud, intoxicated students. But Uraraka usually had fun. It was rare she got to dance so carefree with her friends like this.

"Yaomomo!" Mina called, waving to them when they both got inside. "You finally made it! I thought Todoroki was going to die without you."

The boy folded his arms and scoffed. "I was fine," he grumbled, but Uraraka could tell he was genuinely happy to see Momo.

"Let's go dance," she said, kissing his cheek shyly. For as much as she was teasing Uraraka, Momo was always so gentle and cute with her own boyfriend.

"Yes! Let's dance! Deku-kun and Iida-kun are over there!" Mina said, pointing towards the large crowd. Uraraka couldn't see them, but Mina wrapped her arm around Uraraka's, pulling her to the dance floor among the sea of people.

She was ready to have fun and put all thoughts of Bakugou from her mind.

~~

Bakugou fucking hated crowds, and this dance was his own personal nightmare. He groaned, eye twitching as he looked out at the mass of people. Why the fuck had he agreed to this…?

"C'mon Baks!" Kirishima laughed, tugging his hand towards the dance floor.

"Fuck. No," he snapped. "I'm staying right here." He flopped his back against the wall, folding his arms. There was no way in hell he was going into that giant flock of people.

"Dude!" Kirishima sighed. "Whatever man! You do you!" he waved and hurried towards Kaminari and Sero. They could all be sweaty idiots together, Bakugou didn't care.

He stood against the wall, twisting his lips and wondering why he had come in the first place. Right now he was just annoyed, even being decently intoxicated.

Then he saw her. Fucking Round Face. She was dancing in the middle of the floor with a group of people, most of whom he didn't recognize. Even if he did, he had no idea what their fucking names were.

She had on a long-sleeved dress, dark pink, and the skirt pooled out around her waist. She had dark tights on, and when she twirled, the skirt swooshed around her legs giving him a rather… nice view.

She was pretty. Stupid pretty. Hell he was stupid for even thinking something like that! She was moving her hips and swaying side to side. It wasn't anything like he'd seen her dance before, it was far more casual, though her movements were so precise. He swallowed hating how good she looked.

And then, even worse… Bakugou saw him. Fucking Deku.

The two were dancing in a very close proximity, though Bakugou wouldn't have labeled it as ‘together’. Still, it was far too close for his liking. She was his dance partner. Not Deku's.

Before he could stop himself, he stormed over, wrapping his hand around her wrist.

"W-Wha?!" she gasped, turning to face him. "B-Bakugou-kun!" Her eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed.

"Come on, Round Face," he grumbled, tugging her away from her friends.

"Where are we-... wait!" she said, walking towards him quickly.

"I'm your partner right?! You don't need to be dancing with fucking Deku!" he snapped.

"P-Partner!?" she stammered. "I-I mean I'm teaching you but I-"

"Well you don't have anyone else, right?! I don't get it, since you're so fucking good at this."

She blushed, but froze, her gaze turning downwards. "Not... really..." she admitted.

"Right," he snorted. "So we're dancing. That's what you like to do," he grumbled. He stood in front of her awkwardly, unsure of where to put his hands. He couldn't start doing the waltz at a fucking school dance.

"Well I was dancing with my friends, but if you want to dance, we can dance," she giggled, glancing back towards her group briefly. "But this is a little different than the waltz." She guided his hands to her waist.

She blushed, clearing her throat. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her body close to his. They'd never been this close before, not in the same way they were now, and Bakugou swallowed, suddenly wondering why he had grabbed her away. She smelled like roses… it was distracting. This... wasn't what he had originally planned.

"I fucking figured, I'm not an idiot Round Face!" he snapped.

Pouting, she flicked his forehead. "I know you're not!"

"Whatever! Just... show me then!"

She froze. "R-Right," she stammered. "It's not hard... you... uhm... just move your hips."

Uraraka began to sway back and forth, her hips brushing up against his, and immediately he felt himself tense. This was far more intimate than he had anticipated. Why hadn't he just suggested they sort of dance... near each other?!

Too late for that now.

He gripped her hips, his fingers pressing into the fabric of her dress, moving with her. Two could play at this game. He would have no problem keeping up with her swaying movement. Grinding against her, he heard her gasp softly.

"Uhm!" she said. "T-That's basically it! You've... got it!" she yelled over the music awkwardly.

"Good," he retorted, letting his grip loosen. She swayed back and forth and he felt her hips brush against his repeatedly, her cute skirt swaying around her legs.

The music was loud, and between it and the cacophony of laughter and yelling, Bakugou let the moment wash over him. He glanced at her face, noticing the blush on her cheeks. Cute. She was so fucking cute, and he hated how much he thought that.

He saw the way others around him were dancing, girls rolling their hips sensually towards their partners... a few people were making out close to them too. His gaze turned back to her and she bit her lip, pulling it in towards her mouth. He couldn't resist the urge to pull her closer, his hands sliding towards her backside.

Fuck he wanted to kiss her too.

No. What the fuck was wrong with him? She was just his shitty dance teacher! She'd been ruining his life for the past two fucking week and the next two were going to be just as torturous.

The atmosphere? The alcohol? It had to be one of the two, maybe both!

"B-Baku-" she began to say but he quickly turned her around, his arm sliding across her waist. The position pushed her ass flush against him. Shit. Dumb fucking move. "Uhm... Okay?" she said, and began to sway her hips again.

She moved back and forth, her ass pressing right to where he was feeling far too fucking sensitive. She was a demon with the way her hips moved with such precision. Her fingers found his, lacing them together as she rolled her hips up. She squeezed his hand, her ass pressing against his crotch, and holy hell...

He could kiss her so easily... It took all of his being not to push her against the wall, pin her hands above her head and devour her lips between his own.

She was so fucking dangerous.

"Round Face..." he hissed, his breath trickling over her smooth neck.

"B-Bakugou-kun!" she gasped, suddenly stumbling forward.

His eyes widened, and he grabbed her waist. "W-What the hell are you doing?!" he yelled, helping her regain her footing.

"I-I'm sorry," she breathed, her face turning bright red, turning to face him. "We should... I mean... I should... I mean we... uhm... we could... well... I should... get back to my friends. I'm sure you're... tired of dancing with me. You don't even like dancing! Oh gosh... I-I'm sorry!" She backed away quickly, dashing off into the massive sea of people.

He ran his fingers through his hair. What the hell kind of dumbass was he?!

~~

Uraraka ran through the crowd of people, pushing away from them. What the heck had she been thinking!?

Bakugou had stolen her from her friends out of nowhere. He'd appeared into existence and she'd followed him blindly. He wanted to dance with her, and oh god it had felt so good...

She blushed and shook her head, pushing through another group. She needed air.

"Uraraka!" A voice called out behind her but she couldn't stop, not now.

She dashed outside, panting when the cold air hit her. Her pulse throbbing in her cheeks, and all over the rest of her, too. She covered her eyes. Why hadn't she just danced in front of him like a normal person!? Why had she gotten all close and intimate... and oh god... Monday was going to be incredibly awkward...

"Uraraka!" Deku's voice called out and he ran up next to her. "Are you okay?! I saw you running away from Kacchan and I thought maybe he hurt you or something!?" Concern flashed across his wide eyes.

"N-No..." She shook her head, her cheeks still flushed from her complete embarrassment. "No we..." How could she even explain what happened?

"You're not hurt then?"

"No... we just... we were dancing but it was closer than I expected and I just..." She glanced back towards the dance, suddenly feeling even more guilty she'd left him in the middle of the dance floor alone. She groaned, turning her head up to the sky. "Let's just say teaching him on Monday is going to be really awkward..." she sighed.

Deku gently placed his hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry, Uraraka-san, I'm sure it won't be as bad as you're thinking."

No. The feeling in the pit of her stomach was telling her it was going to be even worse.

"I'm just glad you're okay," he said, sighing with relief.

"Yeah... I'm fine," she sighed. She felt like an idiot, but Deku didn't need to know that. "I probably should apologize... I sort of ran away really fast without thinking."

Deku's eyes narrowed, and she could tell he was wondering if she was lying to him. She could see the calculating look, flickering in his eyes.

"Deku-kun," she giggled. He was always so considerate, she couldn't help but smile. "I promise I'm okay. It was just a misunderstanding." She smoothed her hand over her skirt. "If I don't clear it up now, Monday's going to be really awkward, so I should probably... head inside."

"Alright," he nodded. "Let's go back and find Kacchan."

The two made their way inside and scanned the room for Bakugou. She finally saw him, pouting against a wall with a group of boys. One of them, a red haired boy she recognized from her science class, kept punching him in the arm and laughing. Bakugou looked like he wanted to punch the guy in the face. It made her giggle; he was so transparent.

Looking closer, he looked more annoyed than she'd seen him in awhile. Oh god. Probably her fault.

She took a deep breath, trying to decide what to say. Sorry? Or maybe she should just ask if he was okay? Apologizing for leaving him alone on the dance floor was probably her best bet...

As they approached, she could hear the red-haired boy's voice. "I saw you! I saw you!"

"SHADDUP!" Bakugou yelled, pushing back at him.

"You totally have a crush on her! And dude she is totally into you!"

"No! I don't!" he scoffed. "I just didn't want her dancing with fucking Deku, the loser!"

She winced, flicking her eyes towards Deku, but he seemed unaffected. He'd known Bakugou for a long time.

"She so cute! I'm so jealous!" Another blond boy said.

"You totally should ask her out."

"ALL OF YOU!" Bakugou yelled, growling at them. "Shut. Up. I don't like her! I don't like dancing! She's obnoxious and I just need to get her fucking lessons over with!" he snarled.

"Jeez, alright man. You just looked like you were having a good time!" the red-haired boy laughed and tried to play it off casually.

"I wasn't! So leave me the fuck alone!"

She bit her lip, trying to force herself to not cry. She didn't want Deku to think she was actually upset because of this complete asshole.

"C'mon Deku-kun," she said, her hands trembling. He hadn't seen them thankfully, so Uraraka began to walk away. "He doesn't deserve an apology."