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babyboyblasty · 3 years

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Since you're asking for prompts and I absolutely LOVE your writing, may i mention someone else's prompt that I happened to read somewhere on tumblr a few days ago, and that made me cackle like a loon? :D Okay, so: Kiribaku are dating, and the only one who knows is Todoroki, who keeps stumbling upon them by accident. Except that he's the resident conspiracy theorist, so whenever he tries to tell the others no one believes him, lmao.

(KiriBaku Drabble Prompt) Hi, yes, I would kill people for resident conspiracy theorist Todoroki Shouto who nobody believes even when he’s right, aha!

"I just don't understand why Kirishima keeps mentioning it and bringing it up to me all the time, you know? Like, who cares if boomboi's got a girlfriend in his supplementary class or not?? It’s so weird. It’s almost like he’s jealous or something!"

"It's probably because Kirishima and Bakugou are dating."

He didn't really mean to say it out loud like that, but it's an observation that Shouto just can't keep to himself anymore.

Sero stops mid-babble like he's been struck by some kind of silencing quirk, mouth hanging open with an orange drink paused on its way to indulge in another long sip, and Shouto doesn't really know what else to say on the matter so he lets the silence linger between them as he continues to watch the little television screen situated on the corner of Sero’s desk.

Reality TV is a wild discovery for Shouto. He can't help but think that his family would have been prime candidates for one of their own - you know, if it hadn't been for all of the physical abuse and mental trauma. He doesn't really understand the concept, or why so many people seem to be so invested in other people's rather ordinary lives, but he finds himself in Sero's room every Tuesday night to follow along, none-the-less.

In this episode, the youngest daughter has gotten a boyfriend at school, and her dad doesn't think that she's old enough to be dating so he isn't too happy about it. And that's it. That's the entire premise for this week, and thousands of people are tuned in to watch it.

Wild.

Sero busts up in uncontrollable laughter, and it's enough to finally pull Shouto's gaze away from the screen long enough to look over at him. There are tears in his eyes as he struggles and gasps for air, and Shouto doesn't really get the joke or what’s so funny but that's hardly anything new, so he turns back to the television once more because the dad is angrily calling the mom now, and he doesn't want to miss the mom's reaction to The Big News.

Maybe she'll cry just like the dad did. On live television.

That would be fucking wild.

"They might as well be, huh?" Sero concedes after another moment with a sharp grin and an amused shake of his head.

Shouto doesn’t really know how to interpret that remark, and the mom has finally picked up the phone after the dad’s third attempt to reach her, so his attention has already been sufficiently diverted from this conversation.

Soba is Shouto’s favorite food.

Cold soba to be precise, with a nice dipping sauce of sorts and maybe some wasabi if he’s feeling particularly adventurous, but any old soba will do just as well. It reminds him of his mother, to an extent - before she poured boiling water on his face and got carted away to the hospital - and it’s full of carbohydrates, which is important for a young hero-in-training to have in his diet, so Shouto likes it.

He’s never had to explain his favorite food to anyone before. The wasteful act of such a behavior seems incredibly redundant. He likes soba because he likes soba, and that’s about as deep as it goes.

But nothing with Bakugou has ever been simple, Shouto supposes, so the situation at hand didn’t really garner much of his attention the way that it seemed to have so effortlessly captured Midoriya’s.

“Oi, meathead. The fuck kinda cake you like?” Bakugou grumbles as though he could hardly care less about the actual answer, coming to a stop by the back of the couch and scowling down at the computer screen balanced precariously on Kirishima’s lap while the redhead tried and failed to give any effort in completing his homework.

Kirishima throws an arm over the back of the couch to turn his full attention onto Bakugou, sticking his tongue into his cheek and looking more thoughtful than he ever outwardly displayed in any of the school lessons that they’ve had, before he beams a boyish grin up at the snarky blond.

“Hmm, I don’t know! Ice cream cake is pretty good, I guess,” Kirishima finally lands on.

This answer isn’t good enough for Bakugou, though. For some reason.

“Tch,” Bakugou scuffs the bottom of his slipper along the ground and rolls his eyes in an agitated sort of manner. “What fuckin’ kind, dumbass?”

Kirishima blinks up at him like he doesn’t understand basic Japanese anymore. “... is there more than one kind of ice cream cake?”

Bakugou yanks a hand out of his pocket and swipes it along the back of Kirishima’s head with another loud click of his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “You’re lucky I fuckin’ like you.”

And then he stomps away.

Kirishima smiles after his retreating figure, a little flush of color settling into his cheeks, before he grabs up his laptop and lunges over the back of the couch to scurry after him. “You didn’t even tell me why you wanted to know, though!”

“Nothin’! Mind your own damn business!”

Shouto continues to eat in peace once they’re gone. The noodles in his dish are chilled today, with a dashi-based sauce to dip them in, and it’s really good. Shouto loves soba.

“Did you hear that?” Midoriya asks from beside him, bright green eyes wide and bug-like as he stares at the place where Kirishima and Bakugou had just been a few moments ago.

“Yes,” Shouto answers casually, because Midoriya doesn’t continue after that and they’re the only ones in the common area so clearly he had heard everything. He just didn’t really think that it was much of an important conversation to overhear, if he was being honest about it.

Bakugou liked to cook, and Bakugou liked Kirishima, and Kirishima liked food. It was all very simple and straight forward, really.

“It sounded like Kacchan was gonna make a cake for Kirishima for his birthday,” Midoriya breathed out in some form of astonished bewilderment. “He even went out of his way to ask him what kind he would like best!”

“Sounds like something a good boyfriend should do,” Shouto levels with an unbothered shrug of his shoulders and another long slurp of his soba noodles.

Midoriya aggressively chokes on his spit at that, and Shouto doesn’t really hear whatever it is that he tries to squeak out between his sputtered gags before Uraraka appears as if from nowhere and has him flustered for an entirely different reason. He’s probably just surprised that Bakugou is trying so hard to be a good boyfriend. Shouto is sort of surprised, too, but it doesn’t really seem like his place to have any kind of opinion on the type of boyfriend that Bakugou might be.

The soba is good, though. So he slurps another mouthful and carries on with his life.

Shouto doesn’t understand Seven Minutes in Heaven.

The rules are simple enough, and while the prospect of being shoved into a cramped little closet with the dirty mops and dusty brooms for seven minutes doesn’t really sound like a very good time to him, it doesn’t explain why Kirishima’s and Bakugou’s faces both turn a matching shade of brilliant pink when they’re selected to go into the closet next and everyone around them hoots and hollers like idiots about something that Shouto doesn’t get.

“Denki,” Shouto turns to the jittery blond sitting on the floor beside him with a confused frown and his eyebrows pulled down slightly into the middle of his forehead. “Didn’t you say at the beginning of the game that couples can’t go into the closet together?”

Kaminari blinks back at him in matched confusion at such an inquiry. “Uh... I mean, yeah! That’s one of the unofficial rules!”

Shouto doesn’t understand the point of ‘unofficial rules.’ Is it a rule, or isn’t it? These party games were so confusing. “Then shouldn’t Kirishima have spun the bottle again, since it landed on Bakugou?”

Kaminari blinks at him like he can’t comprehend the question, and Shouto blinks back at him because he can’t comprehend how Kaminari can’t comprehend his logic. If couples aren’t allowed to go into the closet together for Seven Minutes in Heaven, and Kirishima spun the bottle and it landed on Bakugou, and Bakugou and Kirishima are dating, then - according to the ‘unofficial’ official rules - they shouldn’t be allowed to go into the closet together.

... Right?

Kaminari laughs with a humorous shake of his head before he pats Shouto on the shoulder in a way that feels highly condescending, and Shouto stares at the hand gripping onto him and wonders if his annoyance is justified or he’s just being an asshole about it.

“I think you’re overthinking the game a little bit too much, Todoroki! Just relax and watch the mayhem unfold! Your turn will come in the closet soon enough, and then all of your questions will be answered.” Kaminari sends him a wink that somehow feels as equally condescending.

Shouto doesn’t get what he means by all of his questions will be answered, though, because a few turns later he goes into the closet with Asui, and the only thing he learns is that she can go a very long time without blinking.

Shouto has had a brain blast.

The idea occurred to him so suddenly one lazy afternoon as he struggles to stay focused on his homework that he actually dropped his pen the moment that the thought crosses his mind with raging stark clarity.

Nobody else at Yuuei knows that Kirishima and Bakugou are dating.

Shouto doesn’t even really know how he knows, and the more that he tries to think about it, the less details he seems to be able to recall.

He just... knew.

He’s got eyes and ears.

He thinks about the day that Kirishima had so adamantly approached him in the hospital with the plan to rescue Bakugou from the LOV, and Shouto just knew. He thinks about the school festival and how close Bakugou stood to Kirishima’s side as they waited in line for the obstacle course together, and Shouto just knew. He thinks about all of the times that he’s stumbled across them whispering in the kitchen early in the mornings or late in the evenings, and he thinks about all of the times that he’s seen them slip into the baths together, and he thinks about the way that Bakugou would become so incredibly flustered whenever anyone tried to make any sort of comment on how close the pair of them seem to have become lately, and Shouto just knew.

How could nobody else know? How could Sero not understand Kirishima’s blatant jealousy of that Shiketsu girl in their supplementary classes, how could Midoriya not interpret Bakugou’s dedication to make Kirishima a birthday cake as anything other than a doting act of a boyfriend, how could Kaminari so flippantly break one of the ‘unofficial’ official rules of Seven Minutes in Heaven??

Shouto is on his feet before he even knows where he’s going to go.

He has to tell somebody.

He doesn’t know who yet, but his legs are already carrying him out the door, and he knows that he has to tell somebody because Shouto is absolute rubbish at keeping secrets like this, and this is the biggest unintentional secret that he’s ever had the misfortunate burden of carrying.

He thinks he should tell Midoriya, first. Because Midoriya is Bakugou’s childhood friend - of sorts, kind of, Shouto still doesn’t fully understand their situation but that’s irrelevant and quite frankly a headache and Shouto just doesn’t really care that much to dig too far into it - and if anyone was to listen to Shouto then surely it would be Midoriya.

But then he thinks that he should tell Kaminari, because Kaminari hangs out with Bakugou and Kirishima almost every day and, in Shouto’s opinion, if anyone should be made aware of how much of a third wheel they are, then it should probably be the third wheel itself.

And then he thinks that he should tell Momo, because she happened to be heading up the staircase when he was heading down them, and she smiled at him with that pretty smile of hers but Shouto sort of lost his train of thought for a moment in the time that it took for them to pass each other and exchange polite pleasantries and then she’s gone again before Shouto can remember that he’s on a very important mission.

It isn’t until he reaches the ground floor and steps out of the stairwell that his feet come to a sudden hard stop.

Shouto knows exactly who he has to talk to.

Shouto doesn’t really know if he should be annoyed or not that nobody bothered to take any of his remarks regarding Bakugou and Kirishima seriously, but the longer that he watches Mina soak up all of the dramatic attention that came from proclaiming such an outlandish theory to the others in their class - that was only followed up with a very angry retort of ‘you fucking idiots are dense as shit’ from Bakugou - he can’t help but think that he chose the right person to unload such a heavy sack of knowledge on to.

“Man, Kirishima and Bakugou,” Ojiro mutters sheepishly from his seat on the other end of the sofa from Shouto, a safe distance away from the gossiping catastrophe happening in the kitchen as Mina, Kaminari, Uraraka, and Sero all try and shout over each other to get a word in and drudge up new evidence for a case that has already been long-since closed, in Shouto’s opinion.

“Can you imagine? I guess it makes some sort of sense, though,” Ojiro raises a hand to rub at the back of his neck as he turns towards Tokoyami, who gives a solemn nod of his head in subtle agreement.

Shouto doesn’t contribute anything to the conversation as he leisurely turns the page of his Japanese History Art Book.

And people say he’s oblivious.

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Bakugou HC #4 (?) - Food

Bakugou offers food as a love language of sorts

It started with his dad.

In the kitchen was where they spent the most time together.

They’d always smell like the same herbs and spices and that distinct smell of warmth would overpower the faint natural scents of their quirks. Katsuki never feels more connected to someone than when he’s in the kitchen, he never feels more like his father’s son than when he’s cooking. He never understands his father better than when his dad cooks for him.

Noodles were ‘take your time’. For when he had an exam or a big test coming up. When he’d spend days with his head buried in his textbooks and have flash cards with him at the table. Noodles were a reminder to slow down, a gentle pat that told him he only needed to measure against himself.

Hot chocolate was ‘you’ll be okay’. For days when his head was loud and his hands hurt. When he screamed himself hoarse and bled himself dry. It was reassurance. It was faith.

Cup cakes were ‘congratulations’. On doing good. On doing better. On wanting to do both. On trying. On failing and accepting it and on moving on. Cupcakes were ‘you’re growing. i’m proud’

Steamed fish was ‘sorry I broke one of your figurines while taking out something from your room but don’t worry I’ll fix it I promise’

Dumplings were ‘I love you’.

He used to make cookies for Deku.

When he gets to the dorms he doesn’t think he’d be cooking for anyone. He doesn’t see himself fitting there, using their kitchen, presenting his food, presenting himself to anyone.

So of course, because the universe hates him, he ends up cooking.

The first person he makes something for is Kirishima, because of course it’s him. He makes brisket for Kirishima on a Saturday. Cuts the meat delicately and tries to ignore the way his mind is on a constant reminder to make the beef tender for the other boy’s teeth. It scares him a bit. How much he wants to treat Kirishima well. When he gives the dish, he watches as Kirishima’s hands shake and his eyes water. He watches as the other trembles at something that he’s been trying and trying and trying to replicate ever since his mom went overseas three years ago. Something that he only mentioned to Bakugou once. And when he gets a smile, bright and blinding, he warms from the inside out and finds that he isn’t as scared. Not anymore. Because Kirishima treats him well too. He loves him dearly.

He makes Sero chilaquiles for breakfast next. After he sees the way Hanta has been slumping in class. The late nights he keeps and all the calls to his mother. He understands missing a parent. (Tries not to think about the last time someone made him dumplings) and doesn’t bother pushing the other boy off when he wraps himself around him in thanks.

Mina sits with him through a nightmare. She doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t do anything. She sat directly before him, she waited for him to calm down, trusted that he would, and gave a simple nod and smile when he did. He makes one of those stupid cloud breads she’s been obsessing over for her. Makes it pink and purple and blue and light and sweet and ignores her knowing grin.

He makes Kaminari soup in the middle of a storm. Hot and soothing in a gaudy bright yellow bowl with scratches on the side. He sits beside him, and pays no attention to the dark room with the only traces of light being the jolts of electricity racing across Kaminari’s fingers, around his arms, down his cheeks. He sits beside Kaminari as Kaminari drinks the soup and spills some of it because his hands are shaking but Bakugou ignores it, because he understands what it’s like to feel afraid of yourself.

He makes Jirou croutons often, she eats them while she studies. And he makes cold soba for Todoroki but only because he keeps on pestering him and whenever he makes mochi, he leaves two in the freezer for Uraraka because she always complains and he makes milkshakes for Camie because she tasted his once and liked it and he wonders when he found so many people to cook for.

He makes cookies one afternoon, for no other reason than because his friends wouldn’t stop bugging him about it and he wanted them to shut up. When he hands them out he sees Deku standing in the doorway. He almost feels physically ill because they’re the same cookies. They’re the same chocolate chip cookies with a dash of almond extract.

He only has one left, that was supposed to be his. It’s a bit burnt compared to the rest of them. The coloring is off, it feels slightly harder and it doesn’t have as many pieces of chocolate in it. He walks over. He offers it to Deku anyway.

Izuku is crying, because he’s like that, but he’s smiling too. He takes the cookie, and breaks it in half, offering piece back to Bakugou. His hand is outstretched. Bakugou takes his half of the cookie.

When he visits home that break, he makes dumplings with his dad.

Life is good.

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snapshots of UA’s high school sweethearts

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He did a good job 👊🏻 Support Ground Zero 💥

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Bakudeku vampire-esque fic. Canon divergent. Lots of angst, will have smut with biting kink, and a happy ending 😌

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The blonde sat up in bed reaching out and screaming for Midoriya. But the moment his mind snapped back to reality his arm dropped along with his head; it was the same damn nightmare that’s plagued him since the incident. His body was covered in a sheen of sweat and his heart raced. Fucking nightmare or memory. What sucked is even he wasn’t certain which one it was. Bakugou ran his fingers though his damp hair and groaned. It couldn’t keep going like this, not night after night for a month enduring this struggle with no one to talk to about it. He couldn’t take being here at UA while his friend was out there missing, and only the authorities searched for him. Those inept, useless… Who else knew Midoriya better than himself?! Frankly, a part of him wanted to find the nerd and if he was alive beat his ass to a pulp for making them worry. “Deku is alive…” Bakugou breathed out a reminder. He knew deep down in his soul that his oldest friend was alive somewhere and they just needed to bring him back home.

“Fuck this!” He threw his blanket off and stormed out of the room, heading towards Aizawa’s office. With or without permission, no one was gonna stop him!

“Just let him go,” Aizawa placed a hand on All Might’s shoulder as they watched Bakugou blast away into the sky. If the symbol of peace looked tired before, now he looked simply broken. First his rising successor disappeared and now Bakugou wanted to leave too. For a good reason sure, but he was still worried. Those kids were like his sons and no father would want to see their children end up like this. Aizawa understood this all too well, for despite rarely showing it, his students were like his kids too.

All Might hung his head, “I know…. He wants to find his friend. But it’s been a month with no real sign of Midoriya. And after what happened— I can still sense him, but it’s faint and the connection is strange. What if something’s gone wrong…”

“Don’t you think it. Young Midoriya is tough, I’m sure there is a valid reason for his disappearance. Just be happy the Principal is being understanding and will allow them to graduate when they return.”

“The final semester of their high school career and this had to happen.” All Might squeezed his fists tighter. “I should have killed AFO when I had the chance.”

“Have faith in Bakugou, Toshinori….” ‘I can’t believe I’m saying this,’ Aizawa sighed in his head. “We can trust in him.”

All Might placed a hand over the one Aizawa had on his shoulder, giving it a pat, “I do.” But it wasn’t about trust that had him glum. It was guilt. He knew that despite their rivalry, there was a bond between those boys, and one he did his best to foster over the years. So, if there was anyone that he felt could find Midoriya, it was Bakugou. No, what he hated in himself was the fact they were in this position because he hadn’t been strong enough.

But Aizawa was right. No one blamed him and it wouldn’t help anyone for him to be self-defeatist. He was still a symbol of peace, and more than ever the public, nay the students needed his light. All Might exhaled, he couldn’t thank his old friend enough for helping to convince the principal in letting Bakugou leave on this mission of sorts, even as finals were looming. Hadn’t these kids proved their worth enough to earn their degree? They already had their licenses and they were pivotal in stopping the worst villain in quirk history. All Might stood up, “we should gather the other kids and inform them…”

The room was as silent as a grave after Aizawa and All Might finished informing the rest of Class 1-A of what was going on. It wasn’t very surprising. These kids were close, rather like a small family unit than just friends who have been through so many ups and downs in the last three years it was hard not to be devoted to one another. It had taken a lot of coping for them just to get through Midoriya’s disappearance, and yet here they sat stoic at being told another was leaving. Almost like they saw it coming. And frankly as All Might looked around to all their faces, that was exactly what he read. The girls, tears welling up in their eyes, flushed faces on the verge of letting go. The guys, fists clenched, and jaws locked. Even he could feel the moisture ready to cloud his vision. He missed his defacto son, but these kids… were sad, angry, hurt and needed their support, but they were trying so hard to stay strong.

What do you say in times like this?

“I’m sure…” Aizawa finally spoke up to address the pain, “that some if not all of you would love to rush out there to search for Midoriya. Please remember that the authorities are doing their best to locate him, and your classmate Bakugou has volunteered to assist with the principal’s permission. If there is anything you may cling to in this time, is faith in your friend to find Midoriya.”

More silence ensued, blanketing the room with a new wave of energy. A few gave into silent sobs, while others hung their heads in thought. It was a heavy fog of pressure, like what one may sense before a thunderstorm because it was true that most of them knew it was coming. For the past month, Bakugou paced like a tiger in a cage. The man couldn’t focus on studies and would rip into anyone that even dared to breathe Midoriya’s name in his presence. Something had to give. But they were also frustrated by all the uncertainty. Yes, they were just students, but this was their friends, and they were tired of being treated like children.

Kirishima slammed his fist onto the table. The sudden and loud sound echoing in the still room, causing a few to jump. “I know Bakugou will find him! But at least tell us what the hell happened back there! Why won’t anyone tell us…” his voice petered out as angry tears gathered along the corners of hardening skin threatening to explode. He was angry at Bakugou for not saying a word to him before leaving and frustrated that his friend wouldn’t tell him what he’d seen. None of them had witnessed those final moments, except the hothead. But he was just as frustrated with the adults over the secrecy.

Aizawa sighed and crossed his arms. “We really do not know Kirishima. By the time I arrived All for One was dead on the ground and Bakugou was barely conscious next to him mumbling Midoriya’s name. He remembered them fighting All for One, but once he was knocked unconscious, doesn’t know what happened until we found him. He thinks he remembers seeing a flash of light hit Midoriya at the same time All for One received the final blow, but we do not know what that could be.”

“Right now, I’m sure both of them would want you to let the authorities deal with this and focus on finishing the school year,” All Might chimed in, hoping to redirect their thoughts. “As difficult as it may be, to quit now when you are almost finished would be a shame, and a stain on what they also worked so hard to achieve.”

There were a few minutes of silence as the students pondered their teachers’ words.

“So, do it for them?” Todoroki finally broke the silence and questioned the teachers.

All Might mustered a half smile, “you could say that.”

Iida stood up. “Yes! We will graduate as heroes for them!”

“Let’s make them proud!” Added in Kaminari. He turned to a sulking Kirishima and slapped him on the back. “Dude, Bakugou would kill us if we don’t pass, so let’s not let that happen.”

The young man sighed, but his friend was right. “He so would.”

“That’s the spirit!” All Might pumped his fist in the air with pride at their positive turn around. The rest of the students now join in, standing or stating their intentions to not let the boys down.

“Now that, that’s all settled, let finish today’s lesson.” Groans ricochet around the room at Aizawa killing the mood again. “Yeah, yeah, just get your textbooks out…”

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CHAPTER 12:

All the girls had at least one bag in their hand. Momo had eight (some big but most of them medium sized that only contained one or two things each), Mina four, Hagakure two, Jirou one, Uraraka one, Tsuyu two, and Aoyama five. The only one without any bags was Bakugou since he hasn’t bought anything. So far— and he will rather die than admit it out loud— hanging out with his classmates wasn’t the most terrible thing that has happened to him these past three days. He was actually kinda having a good time.

"You should have come with us to get your nails painted too, Bakugou-kun" Hagakure placed an invisible hand on his shoulder where he saw some glittery blue polish.

"Yeah! I think a nice /green/ would look great on you" Uraraka smiled, giving a wink to Tsuyu who shook her head.

“Actually, I think Bakubabe would prefer a firetruck /red/ ” Mina nudged Jirou who gave her friend a knowing look.

"On the contrary, I believe a nice dark color like black or purple would suit Bakugou-san best" Momo suggested, oblivious to what her other friends were hinting at. "Perhaps Bakugou would like to join us on our next trip?" she turned to look at him and he looked back at her then the rest who were waiting for his answer like they were insane.

"But I won't be a girl then" he replied like they'd forgotten.

"We know that, kero, but Bakugou-chan is fun when he is not yelling," Tsuyu responded, a finger to her cheek.

"You joining us again would be très bien, monsieur" Aoyama smiled over at him, wiggling his fingers in front of his face to show off simplistic french tipped fingernails.

Bakugou didn't really respond but he did smile a little on the inside. Not that they needed to know that though.

The conversation was dropped to start another one about what they've bought so far, cuticle care (via Aoyama), and what they wanted to do tomorrow in their free day. That somehow turned into Momo recalling a restaurant she visited with her parents where the food was magnificent and that led to Bakugou claiming he can make the best damn breakfast they've ever had and Jirou challenging him to cook breakfast for them tomorrow to prove it. He agreed of course and the girls couldn't wait. They already knew Bakugou was a great cook but challenging him was always fun for both them and for Bakugou since he liked to prove he was the best.

After walking around for a bit, the girls decided that they wanted to go into a store that just recently opened. It was one similar to Victoria Secret that sold lingerie and other intimate clothing that Bakugou didn’t feel comfortable in so the blonde stayed outside on his phone.

"Is that Bakugou Katsuki I'm seeing? Or do my eyes deceive me" Bakugou could practically hear the smirk and sarcasm dripping from the words. Looking up, he saw Emo Deku 2.0 walking over to where he was standing, the smug bastard.

"Is that the human vibrator I'm seeing? Or is it just a big pile of dog shit" he countered back, baring his teeth up at the guy. Shindou Yo always rubbed him the wrong way and just the sound of his voice and that dumb way he patronized and looked down at him like he was better was enough to make his blood boil. He thought he’d seen the end of him after their provisional hero license exam when he was a first year and Shindou was a third year, but fate has a funny way of working and Bakugou seems to run into the guy more often than he'd like when he's out doing public service hero work or at internships.

"No need for insults, Bakugou. I was just surprised to see you, that's all. I heard about what happened over at the agency but I didn't believe it. I mean, you /are/ supposed to be the best, right? So how on earth was I to believe that a small time thug got the upper hand on the Great Explosion Murder God DynaMight?" Shindou tilted his head, looking down at Bakugou with fake curiosity and concern. "I could see I was mistaken though. Maybe you're just not as amazing as they say you are /just/ yet. That's okay though. It took me all three years at Ketsubutsu Academy to fully learn how to be a great hero but I guess some people need more time. It's okay being a late bloomer. Isn't that right, Katsuki?"

Bakugou was positively fuming and it took everything in him not to launch at him right then and there. He wasn't the same explosive boy from his first year that couldn't control his impulses. Besides, making him lose his composure is what that asshole wanted and he won't give him the satisfaction. He won't compromise his perfect record and possibly endanger someone by using his quirk in a public setting. Clenching his fist as hard as he could, he let the sparks threatening to ignite die in his palms.

"What? You've got nothing to say, Katsuki? How very unlike you" the black haired boy teased. It's been two years since Shindou Yo graduated from Ketsubutsu Academy High School and half a year since he's been working as a rookie pro hero. He was assigned to this mall by the agency he works at and imagine his surprise when he saw Bakugou just standing there in the open like that. Really, he just couldn't resist coming over and saying hi. The blonde was always so entertaining.

"Pro-hero Grand! May we have your autograph?" a small girl and boy ran over to them, each holding a pen and notebook in their hands up to Shindou's face. The man's condescending smile changed into a friendly one at the flip of a switch. "Of course! It'd be an honor" he laughed and gave them both his signature. Bakugou let out a 'tch' sound, crossing his arms over his chest. "Thank you for your support!" he waved them goodbye and the children waved back with a 'thank you', running off back to a woman who they guessed was their mother.

"Does it ever get tiring being a two-faced bitch?" Bakugou growled and Shindou turned back to him, letting out an amused laugh.

"See? There he is. Or should I say she now?" he made a thinking face and laughed when Bakugou audibly growled like a dog. "That's what I like about you, Bakugou. Always so feisty" he cooed before stepping a bit closer. Bakugou kept his ground so they were almost chest to chest, Bakugou glaring up at the guy because of his new height. If he was smaller by one or two inches before, he is now nearly half a foot shorter than the bastard. "You know, this look actually kinda suits you. It makes you look cute when you're angry so really I can't even take you seriously. Not that I did before, but now I get the sudden urge to hug you. Isn't that funny?" he smirked.

"Well take a good long look, perv, because I'll be turning back to normal tomorrow morning," Bakugou spat. Shindou looked genuinely confused for a split second and it made Bakugou get a sinking feeling in his chest.

"Tomorrow morning? Are you sure? Did Eraser tell you that?" the pro hero raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips.

"What the hell are you getting at?" Bakugou frowned.

"Oh nothing, don't mind me. If that's what your teacher said then it must be true" he shrugged.

"Is there something you're not telling me? If there is, spit it out already."

"Like I said, it's nothing. Anyway, I must be getting back to work. The streets don't keep themselves safe, you know?" Shindou smiled and turned to leave but Bakugou immediately grabbed his arm, spinning him around to face him and gripping onto the black and gold top piece of his hero costume to pull him down to his eye level.

"Woah there Bakugou. Aren't we moving just a bit too fast?" the older of the two chuckled.

"Listen up, dumbass. I swear if there's something you're not telling me I'll—" he growled out before getting interrupted by a stern voice.

"Bakugou! What is going on here? Let go of him immediately" Iida stepped up to both of them. Midoriya, Todoroki, and the other three standing behind the tall, navy haired male were all ready to intervene if need be, Midoriya and Todoroki more so than the rest.

Bakugou unclenched his hands from Shindou's hero costume with a huff and Shindou smoothed it out with a throaty laugh.

"Thanks for that. Iida Tenya, right? Ingenium's younger brother?" Shindou smiled.

The class rep nodded and answered 'yes, I am' before putting his hands together. "Pro-hero Grand," Iida gave a deep bow, "I apologize in advance for my classmate's despicable behavior. As class rep it is my responsibility to ensure everyone acts their best in order to better represent the name of U.A. My apologies again, sir!" Iida was practically yelling and it caused a few heads to turn their way in curiosity to what was happening, but they all looked away with a sharp glare from a certain ash blonde that basically told them to mind their own fucking business. "Is everything okay? Was Bakugou bothering you?"

Bakugou could have laughed. Of course they'd think that so he wasn’t even surprised.

"What?" Shindou laughed before the black haired hero began maneuvering the younger so that he had an arm around Bakugou's shoulders and his other hand was holding one of Bakugou's wrists like they were the best of pals. "Oh no, not at all. Bakugou-kun and I were just talking about old times. I was giving him a few words of my experience so far and some advice as a pro hero" the male gave a bright smile. "What you saw just now was a new move Bakugou was demonstrating to me. There is no problem here, right Katsuki?"

"Whatever."

Midoriya's eyes flickered over to Kacchan. Honestly, he doesn't think that that was what happened at all. He thinks Shindou said or did something that made Bakugou react that way. He's known the blonde for a long time now and while his childhood friend might be a hot head, he wasn't the type to start fights without reason. Todoroki, Shoji, and Koda thought the same but didn't say anything. They didn’t get good vibes from Shindou either.

Todoroki didn't like the interaction between those two one bit and Izuku felt the need to go up and pull his Kacchan away from him.

"Well, that's a relief" Iida answered with a bit of hesitance. He was still a bit suspicious but let the matter slide.

"I hope to see you all out in the field in a few years. Work hard" Shindou said his goodbyes to all of them individually before turning to Bakugou. "It was nice bumping into you, Katsuki-chan. And I meant what I said earlier too. You look good" he winked and Bakugou growled. "Take care, guys" he smiled, waving goodbye.

They all watched the hero go before Iida was turning to Bakugou. "What happened between you two, Bakugou?" he frowned and Bakugou grumbled.

"Nothin' that concerns any of you. Now quit buggin me."

Iida tried not to take offense. After a few years of being classmates, he should be used to the blonde's somewhat hostile way of speaking. “As you wish. Why were you alone? Where are the girls and Aoyama?” he asked.

“In the store” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Almost as if by magic, Bakugou’s group started walking out of the store, some carrying new small bags.

“Deku-kun! Iida-kun!” Uraraka grinned, going up to them excitedly.

“Uraraka-san. It’s good to see you” Izuku smiled. The rest of them caught up before Iida started lecturing the girls about leaving Bakugou alone.

“I can take care of myself, four eyes!” he yelled but Iida paid no attention to him as he continued talking to the rest about what he saw happening with Bakugou and Shindou earlier to make a point about why we should all be in groups or in pairs at all times. Mina gasped loudly and Momo turned around to look at Bakugou with sympathy.

“Did he do something to you, Bakugou?" the pink girl was stomping over to him, a furious look on her face. "Where is he? I’ll beat him up I swear” Mina frowned, looking around to see if she can spot the black haired hero around. For his sake, he better pray she doesn't. Apparently she thought the same thing Midoriya did.

"Bakugou-kun! I am terribly sorry we left you alone. I should have known better and stayed behind with you. I am so sorry for your troubles" she apologized.

"Hah? Do you think I'm some type of damsel in distress now or something? It's fine, ponytail. Quit apologizing" he grumbled, looking away. “You too, Pinky.”

Momo gave him a soft smile and went in for a hug. She was sure he'd most likely push her off so when he didn't, she was very surprised. He didn't hug back but Momo didn't expect him to and she hugged him a bit tighter, the rest of the girls going in for a group hug as well. The boys were unsure what to do (even though some of them really wanted to join) so they stood to the side and watched how Bakugou started telling them to quit being "sentimental fucks" and let go already. They could tell he didn’t really mind it when he didn't immediately threaten to blow them up though.

Bakugou couldn’t wait until he went back to normal tomorrow.

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(the shindou and bakugou inspiration for this chapter was these two pieces of fanart!)

#bakubowl #fanfic #boku no hero academia #bakugou x everyone #bnha #gender bender #temporary fem!bakugou #fem!bakugou #bakugou centric #BAKUBOOBS!?!

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When Izuku Midoriya left UA, not an ounce of hesitation ran through class 1-A to search for their troubled friend. They all searched for days, weeks... Some gave up, some haven't yet, but there was one person in particular who pushed themselves to extremes in order to find the green haired male. They'd stay out until the early morning light just activately searching far and wide for hours on end. Sometimes they even forgot to eat or rest or bathe. Everyone could see how much this person was hurting even if they didn't show it or vocalize it and saddened eyes would watch them come back to the dorms only to go back out after a quick 30 minute break and a change of sweat soaked clothes. This person was slowly wearing themselves down but nobody said a word. At least not until Kirishima decided enough was enough. He couldn't stand to see his best friend break himself down any longer.

"Bakugou, you have to rest. At least eat something first before you go back out there" he caught up to the blonde, his hand holding a tight grip around a gloved wrist with a determined look on his face.

The rest of their classmates watched the scene unfold, the common room dead silent.

"Let go, Eijirou" was all Bakugou said, still facing forward, back to his red haired friend.

"No. Bakugou, we care about you. We're worried sick. You haven't been eating right or sleeping at all lately. Look at yourself! We all want to find him, dude, and we're all trying our best. This isn't all on you so please, take care of yourself first!" Kirishima was teary eyed, overwhelmed with emotion. He hasn't seen his friend more than a few hours in the past three weeks. If he wasn't out searching, Bakugou was locked in his room. He can't remember the last time he had a conversation with him either. The most he's gotten from him were a few short sentences at best.

Bakugou stayed silent and Kirishima couldn't bare it. He wanted his friend to talk to him, scream at him, shove him away. Anything!

"Look at me, Bakugou."

Nothing.

"Look at me!" Kirishima screamed, pulling his friend's arm roughly to turn him around and that was what got a reaction out of the other. Bakugou sent an explosion his way that he barely managed to block by hardening on time. It was nothing big but the sudden impact had enough firepower to have him falling on his back, his elbows holding him up from being completely laid out on the floor.

"I told you to let me go" Bakugou growled down at him. Iida stood up to stop the situation from escalating but a hand on his shoulder kept him from moving forward. He turned to see Todoroki, eyes silently telling him not to intervene.

"Bakugou, do you even realize what you're doing to yourself? You won't last for much longer if you keep pushing yourself like this" Kirishima argued, looking up at him.

"I know."

"You'll kill yourself if you keep this up!"

"I know."

"Then why are you doing this!?!"

"BECAUSE HE NEEDS ME, DAMMIT!" he yelled, voice breaking towards the end as silent tears began to build up in fiery red eyes.

Kirishima was shocked into silence, as were the rest of the class who were still watching the pair of aspiring heroes with great caution.

"Bakugou..." Kirishima's voice was barely above a whisper, watching how the blonde's high built walls were slowly crumbling down, tears freely falling after having held them back for so long. Bakugou, the only person in their class who seemed to be holding it together the best out of everyone, was standing before them with a new shining vulnerability, staring down at him with a look he couldn't quite decipher completely. Anger, sadness, frustration, determination, guilt...

"I can feel it, Kirishima. I don't know how to explain it, but I can feel him. I can feel his exhaustion, his emotions. The nerd may very well be over working himself to an early grave right now and I can feel it. It's gnawing at me. He needs me. And deep down, I know I'll find him. Maybe not today, but I will find him and I will bring him back and beat some sense into that stupid brain of his that he is not alone and that he doesn't have to do this by himself. Deku needs me, Kirishima. And until I cannot physically move anymore, not you or not anyone in this whole damn school will stop me from going out there and looking for him."

No one said a word as the blonde turned back around and no one tried to stop him as he walked past the double doors of Heights Alliance to blast himself into the air with a deafening boom. And somehow, in everyone's hearts, they had a new little light of hope that maybe everything will turn out okay after all.

"I've been looking all this time. I'll find you, Deku."

#bnha 318 #angst #bakugou #deku #bnha

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