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[mom-dont-like-it]

A Friend. Part 20

Bakugou closed the cabinet. He leaned against the tabletop and looked at Midoriya. She was clearing away the rest of the dishes, obviously thinking about something. The new length of her hair still seemed out of place. On the one hand, it looked so cute, with Izuku's face framed by curls sticking out in all directions. But at the same time, it made her look much older and more serious. Her eyes were clearly visible now, as if to reveal a previously unseen emotion on Midoriya's face. 

"Will you come up?" Bakugou asked, still looking at Midoriya. He crossed his arms over his chest and frowned slightly, expecting Izuku to refuse. 

"Yes, come on," Midoriya smiled. 

Bakugou went up to the first floor and let Midoriya into his room, giving her time to look around. Nothing should have changed here. Only the room looked empty because all the things were now in the dormitory. 

Midoriya went to the back of the room and sat down on the bed as if she was at home. Once, she had even spent the night in this room. How long it had been since then. 

Bakugou, on the other hand, sat down on a chair due to lack of space and frowned at Midoriya. She picked up the first book she could find and pretended to read it.

"What did you and that brat talk about?"

They both knew they were doing the wrong thing, so Bakugou decided not to hesitate this time. 

 

"You mean Nakayama-kun?", Midoriya asked, knowing that an answer was expected. 

Bakugou watched Midoriya's changing expression with curiosity, trying to find out what she wanted to hide from him and most of all, why. 

"Let's not talk about it," Midoriya said, averting her eyes. She started to get up from the bed, but the Bakugou that suddenly appeared in front of her didn't let her move either. He leaned closer and didn't take his eyes off her. 

"Why is that? What did you two talk about this afternoon?"

Midoriya turned away, not wanting to talk about it. She definitely had something to hide. 

Bakugou stated the fact: "You took him to the playground. "Why?"

"You saw us?"

"What is the problem? Do you have some kind of secret?"

Midoriya fluttered her arms and tried to push the Bakugou who was towering over her. But he grabbed her arms and would not let go. 

"What's gotten into you?" cried Midoriya. "He just..."

"Just what?"

Bakugou tried to pull her closer, but Midoriya was able to twist out and free her arms. She jumped to her feet and tried to run away, but Bakugou was faster. This was his room and he had studied every inch of it in his time, so Midoriya's escape was doomed. 

Bakugou leapt the entire distance Midoriya had managed to escape and grabbed her, pulling her closer by the neck. In an awkward attempt to dodge, she ducked into Bakugou's chest and he decided to take advantage of the situation, pinning her even closer. 

"Kacchan, I surrender, I surrender!" Midoriya gasped, trying to break free of the tight embrace. "I can't breathe!"

Bakugou moved his hands away slightly, but did not release them. 

"So what are your secrets?" he asked, resting his chin on Midoriya's head. "Tell me." 

"Just," Midoriya murmured, lowering his gaze. "He just doesn't like you."

"What?" Bakugou asked, perplexed. 

"He said that if he could still put up with me, he categorically doesn't like you."

Bakugou frowned slightly.

"I didn't want to say that," Midoriya shook her head and tried to wriggle free. This time, Bakugou didn't resist and let her go immediately. Midoriya shook herself free and looked at Katsuki guiltily. 

"Never mind," Bakugou brushed her off. "I don't care as much as you think." 

"Maybe you do," Midoriya shook her head and picked up the blanket that had fallen during their failed escape. "But our grades depend on it too. What if Aizawa Sensei finds out that I was the only one in contact with Nakayama? I don't think that would be considered a successful mission."

Bakugou jumped at the words about Nakayama and jerked his head nervously. It didn't seem to be a serious problem to him. 

"Just take care of him. 

"Please don't hit him. He's already got a bad impression of you. He just doesn't realise that you're actually different."

"What am I?"

"Well..." Midoriya blushed slightly. "You're actually so kind to others."

"No!" Bakugou shouted and covered his ears. "Don't talk with that blunt face. Better offer something yourself if you don't like my methods."

"Don't worry," Midoriya smiled. "I'll help you."

***

"And this is how you help?"

For days after their last conversation, Bakugou had not reminded Midoriya of her promise in any way. If she said she would help, then he didn't have to worry about it, right? 

But neither the next day nor the following days, she said anything about it. Worse, it was as if she had started avoiding him again. After class he would leave without her, and before class she would run ahead of the others. But it turned out to be much worse than just ignoring him. 

"Hey, Bakugou, do you want to sit with us tonight?" asked Kirishima, comparing himself to the walking Bakugou. "By the way, you picked up your notebook from class, didn't you?"

Back in the classroom, Bakugou made an unexpected discovery.  Midoriya was sitting at her desk, hunched over. Her stupid habit. 

Midoriya rubbed her eyes tiredly and looked at the already blurry sheet in front of her. She had been at it since last night and hadn't had time to do anything. 

"Is that what I think it is?" asked Bakugou, startled by this Midoriya. "I thought you wanted to do it together."

"That's right," Midoriya sighed and put down her pen. She rubbed her face and looked at Bakugou. Her face showed bruises under her eyes. She hadn't slept well. 

"Then why the hell are you sitting here?"

Such a wry expression peeking out from under the strained smile looked awful. It made Bakugou very angry. 

"When Aizawa Sensei gave this, you were busy practising a new technique," Midoriya tried to explain. "I didn't want to keep you busy with this report as well."

Bakugou knew that she was only doing this for him. But her decisions were sometimes too drastic and sometimes ended badly for herself. 

"Is that why you're sitting there now, neglecting your time, doing double work?"

Bakugou picked up the papers and scanned the first page. 

"You made three errors in one sentence and this is how you get by?"

"Where?" exclaimed Midoriya and took the paper. "Oh, looks like we're going to have to rewrite it. But it's all right, really. I'll get some rest, collect my thoughts and finish it. You don't have to think about it."

Bakugou took the first page and left the classroom. Midoriya hastily gathered her things and ran out to follow him.

"Listen, Kacchan. You have to take care of Nakayama-kun, you don't have to think about that as well."

Katsuki shook his head reluctantly. 

"I won't listen to you anymore," he denied. 

"Wait, I can really handle this on my own."

"Can you?" Bakugou stopped abruptly and turned to Midoriya. "What time did you go to bed last night?"

"That's not important," Midoriya replied with a furrowed brow. 

"In the morning, you train," Bakugou began to curl his fingers. "School in the afternoon, then you help the others, training and homework in the evening. Then this."

"Kacchan."

"You can't do that!"

"Kacchan," Midoriya's voice became quieter. She didn't have the strength to resist Bakugou. The lack of sleep was starting to take its toll on her. 

"You can't take it all on yourself all the time," Bakugou said glumly and shook his head. "Izuku, you are not a symbol of peace, not the All Might. You are Deku."

Midoriya lowered her gaze and saw herself in the reflection of a puddle. The weather was getting worse. The rainy season was approaching. 

"It was raining," Midoriya murmured instead of answering. 

Bakugou raised his head to the sky, shielding his eyes from the blinding sun. There was not a single cloud in the sky. 

"Yeah."

#bnha au #fanfic #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #bakugou x midoriya #bnha #bakudeku #katsudeku

[mom-dont-like-it]

A Friend. Part 16

Bakugou stopped at the stairs and looked up. The sun was already up, so he was sure no one was asleep. It wasn't a long journey. He lived in the same area, so it took no more than five minutes. When had he last been here? Two years or more? He couldn't remember exactly and it didn't seem to matter. Ever since his relationship with Midoriya had become strained, he had found it difficult to come here. Maybe he felt guilty every time he saw how much Inko cared for her daughter. Or maybe he just didn't like the idea that Izuku, his Izuku, had a life of her own, unrelated to him.  

Bakugou went up to the right floor and was about to knock on the door. But as soon as he did, the door swung open and Midoria stood before him. Her short, dishevelled hair was sticking out in all directions and her jacket was slipping off her shoulders. She seemed to be in a hurry to get out.  

"Kacchan?" Midoriya exclaimed in surprise and stopped. 

Bakugou was silent. His gaze went up to her hair and stopped. Instead of its usual length, which the girl had probably kept since she was a child, her head was now covered with short curls. They stuck out in all directions even more than usual. It was unexpected.  

Yes, unexpected. For Bakugou, Midoriya had always been someone who had accompanied him throughout his life. Her admiring eyes always stared in his direction and served as a kind of amulet. Bakugou was sure that she would always be there for him, not because he needed it, but because Midoriya herself needed it. She had never had anyone but him and her mother.  

"Oh, you noticed, didn't you?" Midoriya touched her hair embarrassedly when she noticed where his gaze was going. She seemed to have done so on the basis of a momentary feeling, which made her question her choice. - I just noticed that my hair had grown back and thought why not update it.  

Actually, Midoriya herself didn't understand why she was standing here making excuses to Bakugou instead of rushing to the meeting she was supposed to go to. It was unnecessary, if only because it was purely her decision and had nothing to do with her friend. 

"Kacchan, I get scared when you're so quiet," Midoriya hunched her shoulders slightly and looked at Bakugou, who seemed to be thinking about something. "It doesn't suit me, does it? I thought not. I probably shouldn't have done this at all." 

Just changing her hair didn't seem to do much. Despite Midoriya's doubts, the change in appearance suited her, and it made her already large eyes seem even larger and brighter. Bakugou's reaction was for a completely different reason. Up until this moment, he had ignored an unpleasant thought that now only grew stronger in his mind. What a fool he had been to ignore Midoriya so easily. After all, youth was not infinite and they would not be together for long. Soon, she would be gone. Maybe forever.  

Midoriya was everything to him. She was always there for him. It seemed that even when their relationship went completely wrong, during high school, she was still there, as if to support him. It was annoying, but true. Midoriya had her own life. Friends, her own hobbies, a life without Bakugou. And she was happy. And what did he have? He only had Midoriya. 

Midoriya seemed to have unconsciously sensed these feelings, which was why she was now trying to justify herself.  

Bakugou ran his fingers through his hair and let out a long sigh. Midoriya seemed to be completely overwhelmed by Katsuki's sudden silence and mumbled something that was almost incomprehensible to him.  

"No, forget it," he finally took his eyes off her hair and said to Bakugou. "It's looking good." 

Midoriya flashed happily. Her mother flashed behind her, listening to the conversation outside. Somehow, her presence embarrassed Izuka and made her look away. She was glad that Bakugou liked it. It was important to her.  

"Ah," Midoriya looked at Bakugou again. "Well, thank you." 

There was a silence. From the street came the happy cries of children and the chatter of their parents. Somewhere on the lower floor, a door slammed and then there were light shuffling steps towards the stairs.

"What did you want in the end?" Midoriya was the first to break the silence. She looked at her phone and checked the time remaining. "Sorry, I have to go to a meeting." 

She moved slightly to the side to close the door and say goodbye to her mother.  

Ha, a meeting indeed. Bakugou chuckled to himself. When he had originally decided to come here, he hadn't even thought that Midoriya might have her own business. Bakugou didn't even bother to ask if she had time to meet now. It was... unusual. It used to be commonplace for Bakugou to just come to this house, walk into a room and go about his business.  

"Who cares? I'm not here to see you anyway." 

Inko peeked out from behind her daughter. Bakugou said hello, pushed Midoria away slightly and stepped inside. As if mocking him, the new curtains caught his eye. It was ridiculous. Why only now, when it seemed years since they had parted, did his eyes widen. He felt Midoriya glance in his direction before the door separated them.  

"How nice to see you, Katsuki!" Inko said as he hugged Bakugou. He leaned in slightly to make her more comfortable and went into the apartment. "You've grown so much. I remember you at the sports festival, your quirk..." 

Inko took Bakugou into the kitchen and sat her down at the table. She rummaged around in the kitchen, pouring tea and saying something all the time.  

"Speaking of which, I heard that you and Izuku and your classmate have an internship at the Endeavor. You guys are so good that..." 

He looked around, noticing new things. Because Bakugou was too used to Midoriya always being around and not changing at all, it seemed to him that it would always be like that. What could change when everything had been the same for years. Now, however, it felt completely different.  

A cup fell in front of Bakugou with a slight clatter, distracting him from his thoughts. He looked up to see Inko smiling at him.

"Katsuki, don't worry, I understand everything," Midoriya sat down across from Bakugou and squeezed his hand. "I know you didn't come to me." 

Bakugou looked away. Maybe he didn't want to accept it himself. He understood, but it was difficult to accept the truth. And especially to understand.  

"You are young and these feelings are completely normal. There is nothing wrong with you feeling them." 

Bakugou looked at Inko in confusion. In his head, he had the feeling that she was talking about something completely different, but he did not interrupt her.

"I can understand your confusion. Maybe you thought we didn't know how you felt. But Mitsuki and I are mothers and we feel when our children need advice or help. Don't worry, I will always support you." 

Inko lowered her head. The topic seemed important to her. She had probably thought about it more than once and to speak now, to reveal all her thoughts, was difficult. But it seemed necessary now.  

"I dread the thought that Izuku will leave me soon. I can see her making new acquaintances, getting stronger and more distant. Besides, she's so mature now... time will pass and another person will be at her side. That was so hard for me to accept. And if she gets hurt, I don't want her to get hurt. 

Bakugou froze as he listened to what the woman said. Maybe it wasn't comparable, after all, Inko was talking about maternal feelings, but that was how he understood her now. The thought of Midoriya not being there, of her leaving, being with someone else, it was unbearable.  

"Anyway," Inko smiled softly. "If it's you, it makes it easier for me to think about it, you know? I've known you since you were a child. You've always been with Izuku, protecting her, helping her with everything. If you're there for her in the future, I'll support you. So you don't have to worry. I won't be against your relationship." 

Bakugou said nothing. And when Inko talked about their hypothetical relationship and when they said goodbye and when he left. He was silent because he didn't know what to say.

#bnha au #fanfic #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #bakugou x midoriya #bnha #bakudeku #katsudeku

[mom-dont-like-it]

A Friend. Part 16

It took much less time than Bakugou would have liked. He never took his hand away until the very end, trying to prolong the moment of touch as much as possible. What had suddenly occurred to him earlier seemed to be nothing more than an illusion. With Midoriya standing right next to him, how could there be a barrier between them? Bakugou turned his head. A few freckles caught his eye, jumping happily across her ruddy cheeks. Midoriya was talking enthusiastically about something. But he didn't seem to be listening. 

"I heard that he was acquainted with the Almighty when he was young," Midoriya exclaimed. She turned around to meet Bakugou's gaze. "Kacchan?"

Looking into Midoriya's face, Bakugou moved even closer. How long had it been since he had looked at her like that? It seemed as if she had always been there for him. As if he did not have to think about it every time, but now, there was something strange about her appearance. When had there been such a glow of self-confidence in her eyes? Was she always like that?

"You're scaring me, Kacchan," Midoriya said with a step away from Bakugou. "What's wrong with you today?"

"Never mind," Bakugou replied, slapping Midoriya on the forehead. "Let's not go inside."

"Where to?"

Instead of answering, Bakugou led them to a nearby bench. Light from the dormitory windows fell on the ground in front of them. Midoriya also put her arm around Bakugou's shoulder and smiled. 

"You're strange."

Midoriya freed herself from Bakugou's arms and straightened her legs, stretching slightly.

"Aizawa-sensei is so sure that we'll make it," Midoriya pressed her knees to her chest. "This will be our next step towards becoming professional heroes. We have such a chance in front of us, will we be able to take it? "

Bakugou put his hand on Midoriya's head and rubbed her hair lightly. Izuku looked up and looked at her friend questioningly. 

"Sometimes, you think too much," he said and stared ahead. 

Midoriya smiled and looked in the same direction.

"You're right."

For about ten minutes, Bakugou and Midoriya sat in silence, reluctant to ruin the moment. The sun was sinking even lower, painting the surroundings in dark colours. The clouds were gathering, accompanied by a cool breeze. They cast an unpleasant shadow over the land.

"What do you think about inviting Nakayama-kun to the dinner your mother is having?" Midoriya decided to say anyway. She looked at Bakugou with her head resting on her knees. He, who had been leaning back on the bench, jumped up.

"What?!" he shouted.  "No, of course not, have you gone completely mad? I don't want him in my house either."

"But why?" Midoriya waved her arms, trying to show that she disagreed with him. "I think it will bring him closer to telling us everything!"

"Why would that be necessary when we already know everything?" Bakugou leaned back on the bench and grumbled reluctantly.

"No, you don't understand," Midoriya shook her head. "He can't and doesn't want to admit that he has problems controlling his quirk. Don't I know what it's like..."

Midoriya stumbled at the last sentence and fell silent, lowering her head. She looked at her hand, clenching and unclenching it a few times.

"It took me a while to learn how to use One for All and not break bones all the time," Midoriya said, pronouncing the name of the quirk so that even Bakugou could barely hear it. 

"Argh," Bakugou scratched his head and gave up. "Fine, if that's the way you want it."

"Kacchan, it's not what I want, it's what we have to do for him."

"Yeah, yeah, you're such a pain," Bakugou squeezed Midoriya's cheeks with his hands and looked into her eyes. "What am I supposed to do with you, eh?"

"Leave me alone, Kacchan," Midoriya brushed him off and moved to the side. "You're really weird today."

Midoriya sneezed. Bakugou leaned closer again and put his hand on her forehead. 

"You're getting sick," Katsuki muttered reluctantly. "I warned you!"

" "You didn't!" Midoriya tried to push Bakugou away from her, but he wouldn't let her go so easily.

"I told you I wouldn't help you if you got sick," Bakugou mumbled reluctantly, poking Midoriya in the forehead. 

"Come on, Kacchan," Midoriya waved and got up from her seat. "Let's go inside, it's getting cold."

There was still half a week to go before the coveted weekend. Bakugou and Midoriya concentrated on studying and convincing Nakayama to join them. Though it was Izuku who was actually persuading him, and Bakugou sighing unhappily beside him, still not quite agreeing with the idea.

"Okay," Nakayama finally agreed. Midoriya clapped her hands happily and smiled. 

"Thanks, I'm sure this will help."

Bakugou was not happy at the thought of Nakayama joining them, but one couldn't help but notice that his mood had improved. And indeed, Midoriya's remark that he was behaving strangely and unaccustomedly was not unfounded. Since their last conversation, he had hardly left Midoriya's side. In fact, it seemed as if the opposite was true. The number of times they trained together had multiplied and sometimes, Izuku caught long, studying glances at her. On the other hand, they stopped doing their usual things. Bakugou deliberately avoided Midoriya's room and ignored her requests to come. They stopped talking about heroes, and in fact, their conversations seemed to have dwindled again. It was as if Bakugou was hiding something and did not want to share it with her friend.

***

Midoriya walked up the stairs, looking forward to seeing her mother. The weekend came and there she was, standing on the doorstep of her flat, hesitating to ring the bell. There was a moment of confusion, but how uncomfortable that moment became. What was she so afraid of?

"Izuku, darling!" cried Inko, hugging her daughter as soon as she stepped inside. "I'm so happy to see you!"

"Me too, mummy," Midoriya smiled back. "We have another person joining us today. He's our ward, you might say."

"I will be happy to meet him. Take off your shoes and come in quickly."

Midoriya took off her shoes and stopped at the mirror to adjust her clothes.

"Oh, your hair has grown back so much," Inko said with a shake of her head. "I can't see you at all, so I don't even notice it."

Midoriya looked at herself and was surprised to see that her mother was right. Her hair had never changed since she was a child. Usually, her curly hair had just rested on her shoulders, sometimes in a low ponytail, but now it had fallen far below its usual length. 

"Indeed," Izuku murmured quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I hadn't noticed."

#bnha au #fanfic #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #bakugou x midoriya #bnha #bakudeku #katsudeku

[mom-dont-like-it]

A Friend. Part 14

"It won't take long, I need you three to meet someone."

"What's all this for?" grumbled Bakugou, but followed the teacher. "Can't we just do what this nervous slug wants?"

Nakayama muttered something to himself, but did not express his displeasure verbally. Aizawa shook his head and walked towards the school. Despite the late hour, the teachers were still at work. Life in the school didn't seem to stop even when the students left. Aizawa made his way to one of the huge doors on the top floor. Unlike the other doors in UA, this one wasn't marked in any way, and you wouldn't even think it led to one of the classrooms.

Aizawa came closer. It turned out that there was glass in the door so that one could see what was going on inside. Midoriya looked in curiously. The study was full. However, the children who crowded into the classroom seemed to be of different ages. Some looked like junior high school students and others seemed older than Midoriya. One child caught her attention. She was very familiar with his peculiar skin colour and the strange, ornate sprout on his back.

"Doesn't that girl look like Insertum? Who are these children?" Bakugou asked, leaning over and looking into the faces of those sitting inside. Midoriya looked at the girl again and remembered a news report from the other day. This girl was almost a complete replica of one of the most unpleasant villains that had caused trouble for the heroes in recent times.

"These kids fell under the same programme as Nakayama."

"But why are they studying separately from me?" asked Fudo with a frown. Why he had to tolerate their company while the others studied quietly with the regular teachers in the classroom, he could not understand. And what they did with Bakugou and Midoriya was hardly teaching.

"Don't you get it yet?" Aizawa turned to them. "They come from villainous families. Bakugou rightly noticed: The girl he mentioned is the daughter of the Insertum.

"Wait, what?"

Aizawa nodded and returned to the discussion, writing to someone.

"As I said before, the government has supported the idea of the NGO 'Heroes Among Us'. It has approved a support programme for the families of villains. I will skip the pompous speeches about how children who have seen only anger and hatred around them need the help of heroes. I will go straight to Nakayama. It's already clear to you that you're not part of the programme in terms of the terms and conditions, but you've been very much in demand".

"Grandpa?" Nakayama asked grimly, already knowing the answer.

Aizawa only nodded his head.

"And you two," the teacher looked at Midoriya and Bakugou. "I was the one who had the idea of your role as mentors for Nakayama. Some teachers doubted that it was a good idea, but Headmaster Nezu supported me, so it's not just a request, it's your mission that will be evaluated in the end. So it's best to finish well.

Midoriya and Bakugou looked around them. Now, it really sounded more serious. But they still had no idea how to help Nakayama with his intransigence, even if they could understand it.

"Please take a seat, Nakayama. I'll be right there.

Aizawa knocked on the door. After explaining the situation to the teacher, he returned to the corridor.

"Okay, I'll let you know what to expect."

They retreated to the window so as not to disturb the lesson. The sun was sinking deeper and deeper into the sky, casting a golden glow around the school.

"If he's not connected to the villains, and was asked to be included, and his grandfather seems to be connected..." Murmuring in a whisper, Midoriya put her hand to her lips. "Nakayama, doesn't that surname belong to a professional hero from the All Might's heyday?"

"Crane," Bakugou confirmed Midoriya's theory. He stared at Aizawa curiously. "This is him, right?"

Aizawa's nod was in agreement.

"But why would Nakayama-kun be involved?" Midoriya asked. "Wouldn't his grandfather do better than we? After all, he is a former professional hero!"

"The situation is different here. To him, Crane is like the Almighty to you. I don't think you fully understand what I'm talking about, but believe me, it was useless."

"It has something to do with his quirk?"

"Yes," Aizawa nods. "He has the ability to transform himself into a bear. It is a simple but powerful quirk. However, he doesn't have full control over it. When he transforms, he loses his mind because he hasn't had any training since he was a child. Let's just say his grandfather said: "The animal part is taking over, and he can't resist it".

"I understand why you suggested her," Bakugou said, pointing at Midoriya. "But why am I here?"

"And that is already my wish, which I think is the right one. In my opinion, he's not the only one who would do well to have a look at your example. I can't help but appreciate your growth as a person, even though your character is far from the ideal hero. You've already heard my opinion of you, so I won't repeat it. I'm sure the two of you will be able to handle a case like his. Not that. I'm sure that you two are the ones who can. That's why I suggested you for this role.

"Oh, Aizawa, I see you brought your students with you." Thirteen walked down the corridor to meet them and raised her hand in greeting.

"Never mind that. They were just leaving."

"Hello!" greeted the hero Midoriya, hopping happily closer.

"You are Midoriya, right? I remember you." Thirteen said and seemed to smile. "I remember you too, Mr. Winner."

Knowing that he wouldn't let it go unnoticed, Midoriya covered Bakugou with her body. Aizawa did not keep Thirteen or the students in the classroom. He sent Bakugou and Midoriya back to the dormitory.

The sun was sinking even lower. Midoriya and Bakugou walked in the growing dusk. Thinking about something, Bakugou was silent.

"You're quieter than usual today," Midoriya said. She glanced at Katsuki, who was walking nearby. "Is everything all right, Kacchan?"

"Bakugou brushed it off, "Just fine.

Midoriya shrugged: "As you wish."

The girl walked forward, swaying slightly in time to her own footsteps, her hands clasped behind her back. Bakugo stopped and watched as she walked further and further away from him. Her hair swayed slightly with her movements, resting only on her shoulders that day. Midoriya had hardly changed in all this time, it was all so familiar. But did they? Now, it was as if there was an invisible barrier standing in front of them. How long had it been there?

"Hey, Izuku!" Bakugou shouted, trying to drive the intruding thoughts away.

Midoriya turned around to look. Old hag invited us to dinner," Katsuki bridged the distance between them in a few seconds and put her arm around Midoriya's shoulder.

"Really?" Midoriya exclaimed happily. "Why didn't you say so before? I could have called my mom, couldn't I?"

"I didn't feel up to it," Bakugou brushed it off. "Call her, she'll be happy."

As much as Bakugou tried to pretend that everything was fine, something was still bothering him.

#bnha au #fanfic #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #bakugou x midoriya #bnha #bakudeku #katsudeku

[mom-dont-like-it]

A Friend. Part 13

"W-what?" muttered Midoriya, turning towards Bakugou. In the distance, the lift doors opened.

"He escaped, you fool!" Bakugou shouted, jumping up from his seat and picking Midoriya up. He grabbed her hand and ran out the door, pulling out his mobile phone.

"And why are you yelling at me?" Midoriya shouted, but she didn't let go of his hand. "Are you calling Aizawa-sensei?"

"Yes. I'm sure that snail will call him first."

Bakugou tried several times to call the teacher, but he was busy. Midoriya, seeing Bakugou's unsuccessful attempts, pointed him towards the stairs.

"The lift has gone to the ground floor, so we have to get down quickly!"

"And what the hell do you suggest?"

"If we wait for it to come back up, it'll take extra time. Let's take the stairs down."

"Damn him," Bakugou muttered reluctantly. "When I find him, I'll kill him."

"Kacchan!"

Bakugou and Midoriya were on their way downstairs, but they were too late. There was no one else on the ground floor except Kaminari.

"Hey, stupid! Have you seen the nervous one here?"

Kaminari looked at Bakugou in confusion:

"What kind of nervous person?"

"Kacchan means Nakayama-kun. Didn't he run through here?" Midoriya hastened to interject.

"Ah... Fudo was here. I wanted to ask him what happened, but he shouted at me and ran out into the street," Kaminari replied cheerfully, not even remembering that Fudo himself had asked him not to tell anyone that he was here. "Ah, now I understand why he's nervous."

Seeing that his answer didn't seem to completely satisfy her, Denki continued after thinking for a while:

"But he was on his way to Aizawa-sensei. At least he talked to him."

Bakugou exclaimed and ran out. "I knew it!"

"So what happened in the end?" Kaminari asked, looking around the empty corridor. He shrugged and went back to where he had come from without waiting for an answer.

***

"Why did you give me these two? Can't you change them for someone more... Calmer and more balanced!"

"Ugh," Aizawa let out an exhausted breath. "I had a feeling this would be the case sooner or later. Where are you?"

"Just left your class's dormitory."

"Fine, come walk with me a little."

"Okay," Nakayama mumbled with some reluctance. "Where can I meet you?"

"Go on. On the way there, I'll pick you up."

Nakayama continued to walk for a while, until he finally caught sight of a lone figure standing in the distance. Seeing him, the figure swayed and raised his hand slightly in greeting.

"What about my wish? After talking to you, I don't think I can change my mind."

" Listen, Nakayama. Did you see Midoriya and Bakugou before your official meeting? On the news or during the broadcast of the sports festival?"

"Well, I did. I saw the Sports Festival this year. But I tell you: My first impression hasn't changed at all. What I saw then and what I see now are two nerds, one of whom keeps breaking her fingers, and even though she was injured, she kept on fighting, and the other one doesn't look like a hero at all. How did you manage to get these two into a hero course in the first place? They should be on a psychiatry course!"

"Do you think they would come to your rescue if you were suddenly in danger? Some sort of relationship must have developed between you since you've been with them for a week."

"I'm sure they won't. Bakugou's hatred for me is so great that he'd actually be happy if something were to happen to me."

"What about Midoriya?"

"She seems strong, but..." Nakayama's shrug was indefinitely. "I don't know. I just find it hard to believe that she is capable of saving someone. She's so... kind and all that."

"All right," Aizawa pondered. "Let me have your mobile phone for a moment. You added their numbers, didn't you?"

With the phone book open, Nakayama handed the phone. Aizawa returned the phone to its owner after writing a few words.

"What did you do?"

"I have sent a distress signal to Midoriya and Bakugou. It's time for a test of your theory."

"Why?!" the Fudo exclaimed in bewilderment as he looked down at his phone. "They're coming here!"

"Oh, yeah?" Aizawa asked, looking at Nakayama as he said this. "You were under the impression that they wouldn't come to your rescue, weren't you?"

At the entrance to one of the training towns, Aizawa and Fudo stopped. Nakayama looked at his teacher in confusion. He tried to understand why they had come here.

"Look over there," Aizawa said, pressing some kind of button on the control panel and pointing with his hand just above the walls that separated the training ground from where they were standing.

The huge robot, which towered over many of the surrounding buildings, suddenly began to move. A horrible noise came from its side, echoing unpleasantly in their ears.

"What is that thing?" shouted Nakayama, jumping back. Even though he and the giant robot were separated by a rather high wall. But if he tried hard enough, the horrible arm could still reach the guy from there. And it looked as if the robot was going to do just that. It was slowly approaching the wall, and every now and then it hit a nearby building, causing it to crumble into tiny pieces. This made Nakayama even more afraid of it.

Fudo turned his fearful gaze to where the teacher stood. But he saw no one beside him. It was unclear when and where he had managed to leave, but all he could hear now was his voice.

"You know, this robot was present at the practice exam during the admission of Midoriya and Bakugou. Everyone in Bakugou's group escaped successfully. But Midoriya's group had problems."

Nakayama barely listened. He turned around and started to run. But several more robots appeared behind him. They were much smaller than the one on the training ground. They didn't look as intimidating. He was under siege.

"Midoriya failed to destroy a single enemy robot during the test. She just watched hopelessly as everyone around her continued to score points for admission. She was trembling, unable to hit any of them. At that moment, we were all sure she wouldn't pass. Since she never used it from the beginning, we couldn't even appreciate her quirk.

"Why are you telling me this?" cried Nakayama, covering his face with his hands in fear. The giant robot came almost to the wall and extended its hand. Only a few metres further and it would have grabbed him, squeezed him in its hands and...

Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, there was a green flash. There was a thud. Nakayama jumped and opened his eyes. The huge robot, to which it seemed impossible to do any significant damage, flew away for quite a long distance.

"But at the very end of the exam, when the devastation caused by that robot left one of the students trapped under the rubble, it only took a second for Midoriya to dare to confront that robot."

Nakayama opened his eyes. In front of him stood Bakugou and Midoriya. Following them, Aizawa came out and held out her hand to the fallen boy.

"She was the one who noticed Uraraka and came to her aid. And she was the one who knocked out that robot with a single blow."

"True, I broke my arms and leg back then," Midoriya said, scratching behind her head. "What was that message?! What if we hadn't made it in time, Aizawa-sensei?"

"You weren't so far away that you couldn't make it in time. That's the first thing. And secondly, I had everything under control."

Aizawa pressed some kind of button again and the robot, which had been hit hard but was still working, finally shut down. Nakayama grabbed the outstretched hand and stood up. Even though he had been terrified by the robot's attack, he had the impression that Midoriya and Bakugo had come so quickly, seemingly without even thinking about it. There was no shame in the fact that he had so much doubt in them, but the unpleasant residue was still there.

"I'm glad that Nakayama-kun is all right," Midoriya said. She covered her hand with Bakugou's, who wanted to say something. "But still... What's going on here?"

"I have been asked to be your replacement," Aizawa explained. "But since I don't have any desire to do so and I don't think it's the right thing to do, this is what we'll do. The three of you will come with me. We all need to have a quiet talk.

#bnha au #fanfic #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #bakugou x midoriya #bnha #bakudeku #katsudeku

[mom-dont-like-it]

A Friend. Part 12

"You're back?" said Uraraka, on his way down. "And who is he?"

"This is Nakayama Fudo." Midoriya said, wondering how best to introduce him. "He's..."

"He's an jerk!" chuckled Bakugou, walking beside him. 

"What did you say?" shouted Fudo angrily, causing Bakugou to poke him.

"Are you deaf, too?" Katsuki snorted and dodged Nakayama's fist. Fudo stumbled backwards and almost fell. Bakugou laughed again. "I say: You're an idiot, a fool, an imbecile, a weak-minded slug. Do you want me to continue?"

"Bakugou!" although the Teacher was nowhere to be seen, Aizawa seemed to hear everything perfectly. "That's not why I gave you the mission!"

"Psycho," Fudo muttered as he straightened the crooked hood and stepped away, just in case. It was only now that he had a chance to have a look around. As a normal person living in society, he had only seen the heroes from the outside. A pretty picture, but now he had the chance to see everything from the inside. 

"Same as always, Bakugou-kun. Hi, I'm Ochako Uraraka, hero name Uravity." The girl who had flown up earlier grinned. She held out her hand to say hello, but only got ignored. Probably a quirk of flight, a bore, there was nothing interesting about her. 

"Are you going to join the training?" Ochako asked her friend and received a surprised look. "I see, I'll clear that up in a moment."

"Thanks, Uraraka-san," Midoriya smiled as she followed Ochako with a glance. Midoriya turned to Fudo as soon as she was out of sight. "You know she's older than you. Please show her some respect. It's not my demand, it's just common etiquette."

"Nakayama replied reluctantly, "Yeah, sure. 

Uraraka returned downstairs. 

"Aizawa-sensei told you to continue your training. You have the right to be here, but not to disturb the others. It's dangerous here, so keep an eye on him. 

"Do I look like a little child that needs to be watched?"

"It's not like that," Midoriya shook her head. She took out her gloves and put them on her hands. "It's just that it could be really dangerous here. Even though we have teachers with us, an unexpected situation could happen at any moment."

"Aren't you heroes?" muttered Fudo as he sat down on one of the nearby boulders. From here, he could see the entire training area. 

"What?" Midoriya clarified, unable to hear. 

"Nothing," Nakayama brushed it off. When Midoriya stepped back a little, when he couldn't be heard anymore, he muttered to himself again: "If you're heroes, why is it such a problem for you?" 

Nakayama spent all his time here. It was a great surprise to him how strong Midoriya's oddity was. At first glance, she looked frail and weak, even though her muscles were clearly visible through her clothes. Perhaps because of the side of her character she showed to everyone. Sometimes her friendliness seemed annoying, perhaps because Nakayama hadn't experienced it before. Occasionally, she would stop to say something to her classmates, but in the end, she would concentrate on her mission.

At the same time, his second 'overseer' was training alone, constantly demanding new clones from Ectoplasm. He drove everyone away, leaving plenty of room around him to turn around. His quirk was no less powerful. Moreover, its volume and brightness perfectly matched the explosive temperament of its owner. Occasionally, Bakugou would glance at Midoriya and think of something unpleasant, which would show on his frowning face.

"Hey, stupid!" the sudden voice of Bakugou made Nakayama jump. Despite the slight age difference, both Midoriya and Bakugou made him feel much, much younger. "Get away from him!"

"Come on, Bakugou." Mina stretched out reluctantly. She decided to take advantage of the situation and approach Nakayama while her teacher's clones were destroyed. "I am just interested."

"Take your curiosity and put it where it belongs!" shouted Bakugou, glaring menacingly in the direction of the innocent Fudo. 

"Bakugou!"

"Hi, I'm Mina Ashido," the girl murmured sweetly as she snuggled up next to me. "And what's your name?"

"Nakayama Fudo," Nakayama murmured, looking at Midoriya and remembering what she was talking about. "What do you want?"

"How grumpy you are, I just sat down for a chat."

"Aren't you in training right now?"

"Phew, you're boring," Mina sulked and went back to her old place. 

At the end of training, Midoriya ran up to Nakayama and said in a panting voice: "Everything okay? Nothing happened?" 

"Yeah."

"Look, wait a little, we're going to get changed and I'm going to get Kachchan to walk with you."

"Why?", Nakayama asked reluctantly, getting up from where he'd sat. 

Bakugou approached him and sneered, "Because."

Ten minutes passed. An angry Nakayama was now being led through the empty corridors of the school. 

"Tell me about yourself," Midoriya said after having paused a little. Her question was not only out of embarrassment, but also because she was genuinely curious about the boy. After all, it hadn't been for nothing that Aizawa had assigned him to Bakugou and Midoriya. "We know nothing of you otherwise."

"What the hell is this for?" muttered Nakayama. He looked at every corner of the school with interest, despite his outward displeasure. He might not be able to visit a heroic academy of this level again, no matter how much he disliked the company.

"To help. You didn't end up here for no reason, did you," Izuku explained, watching Fudo snort at her answer. "We can tell you about ourselves if you don't want to start first."

"Why would I have to tell him anything all of a sudden?" Bakugou shouted.

Midoriya sighed irritably and stepped forward, stopping the boys.

"I, Midoriya Izuku, was born on the 15th of July. I am 166 centimetres tall and my favourite food is katsudon. Ever since I was a child, I've admired heroes and always wanted to be one," Midoriya continued, not even caring if people continued to follow her. "I admired All Might the most. But I still admire him now. After I saw how he saved all those people, I was amazed! How could a normal person do that?

"Why is she saying all this?" whispered Nakayama and stopped. Just as he thought, Midoriya continued walking forward, not even paying attention to him. 

"Ha, try to stop her now," Bakugou chuckled and continued walking, giving Fudo a last nudge with his elbow. 

"The All Might once seemed so unattainable to me. I wondered how such a person could even live at the same time as me. But I was lucky, and now not only do I get to study where the All Might graduated from, but I get to learn what it means to be a hero from the greatest of them all!"

The bewilderment on Fudo's face turned to consternation. He shifted his gaze to Bakugou and stopped him, holding up the end of his shirt.

"She's one of those crazy fanatics, isn't she?" whispered Nakayama frightened, hiding behind Bakugou's back. 

"Can you talk normally?" grumbled Katsuki reluctantly.

"Well, I searched for any information about the idol, watched interviews and know almost everything there is to know about him. I don't know how to put it exactly, but it's clearly not the norm."

"Listen," Bakugou interrupted him. "If you don't like something, why do you keep stalling? Do what you have to do and ride off into the sunset. You will leave the way you came. So go on, it's time for the children to go to bed.

Bakugou turned and caught up with Midoria at a slightly faster pace. He didn't stop her, didn't say anything about Nakayama and let her go on.

[mom-dont-like-it]

A Friend. Happy Valentine's Day!

"Boring," Mina sighed sadly. She stretched her legs. The girls were sitting in Yaoyorozu's room. They had come to finish their group work. "And hot."

It had been one of those very hot days. The students were studying hard because there wasn't much time before the exams. Jiro, Yayorozu, Mina and Midoriya decided to get together to finish their assignment. But they didn't think that in this hot weather, the last thing they wanted to think about was studying.

"If you have nothing better to do, we can continue our work," Izuku said. She did not take a break from her notebook. She had received a message about three minutes ago. She was writing something.

"Boring!" Mina had a look at her friend. "Hey Midoriya, what kind of writing is that? I thought you'd decided to rest."

"We didn't, you did." Jirou corrected and came into the room. "I've got something to drink."

"Finally!" Mina breathed out as she took a bottle of cold soda. "Ah, it feels good."

"This fan is useless," Midoriya grumbled. She wiped her hands so as not to spoil her notebook.

A strong gust of wind picked up the light curtains. It sent them flying across the room. Jirou jumped up to them and held them in place so that they would no longer be in the way. Yaoyorozu came out of the bathroom at the same time. She was holding some colourful fans.

"I thought it might help us," Momo smiled. The girls squealed with delight. They grabbed the fans that were meant for them. 

"How sweet you are, Yaomomo!" cried Ashido, throwing herself into her friend's arms. "How sweet..., so cute. You don't mind if I keep it. Do you?"

"Of course you do." Momo replied with a smile. "I have made it especially for you."

"Thank you, Yaoyorozu-san." Midoriya thanked her and took the fan from her hands. "These are beautiful. "

"Oh, come on." Yaoyorozu mumbled shyly. "Thanks a lot."

"Still, what are you writing there?" asked Mina, taking a sip. She bent over and had a look at the notebook. "It's that notebook you always carry with you. Isn't it?"

Midoriya smiled warmly. She flicked through the slightly rough pages, which were completely scribbled in her own handwriting. Small sketches of heroic costumes and even the occasional quirk could be traced here and there. The notebook was only half filled, though it had been kept for several years. 

Midoriya looked at the outstretched hand in curiosity. She handed the notebook to Mina. The girl leafed through the pages. Only at the end did she find something interesting.

"Oh, what's that?" Mina asked, pointing to the small inscription at the very end of the book. The handwriting was familiar to her. She smiled mischievously and waited for an answer. "Letter to love?"

"What do you mean?" Midoriya asked as she picked up the notebook. To her surprise, she actually noticed a short sentence that had been written in a hurry. "That's the first time I've seen it. "

"What is it?" Yayorozu asked, sitting closer. Jiro followed behind her as well. "Sorry?"

"Do you have any idea who might have been the writer? "Mina asked with the same slyness in her voice. She couldn't hold back a smile. 

"But it can't be him." Midoriya muttered. "It can't be him, right?"

Memories whirled through Izuku's mind. Cruel words spoken in the heat of the moment, burned pages and looks of guilt. Were they spoken back then? Especially those which were so desirable.

***

Back in high school, it happened on the 14th of February. Mitsuki decided to invite Midoriya's family for dinner.

"While she was cooking in the kitchen, Bakugou called out, "Hey, Katsuki! "Get over here right away!"

There was a knock on the door from the first floor. Loud footsteps could be heard. 

"Stop stomping! It's getting on my nerves!"

"What do you want?" Bakugou asked reluctantly. 

"Inko is going to be here soon. Did you get the chocolate ready for Izuku?"

"Why?" muttered Katsuki and picked up a knife. He stood next to her and helped his mother cut the food.

"What do you mean, why?" shouted Mitsuki, waving her arms in the air. She had a moment's thought and then another: "Okay, you won't have time to cook. They'll be here any minute. Then go and run to the nearest shop and get yourself some chocolate as a present for them."

Since Bakugou resisted and Mitsuki was adamant, he went out the door to the nearest shop that might have what he needed. After passing a few counters, Katsuki heard a familiar voice.

"Have you decided, dear?"

"Not yet, Mum. Please wait a little more."

Bakugou came closer. He stopped a few centimetres away from the girl. Choosing between several boxes, Midoriya crouched down. Bakugou looked around the shelves. When he had chosen a suitable one, he tapped Midoriya's head lightly with the box.

"That's better," he said. He chuckled inwardly when Midoriya jumped in surprise. 

"Kacchan?" Midoriya called out as she got to her feet. "You are here! Oh, I had a mind to... Never mind.

"Do you need anything? Just let me know before I change my mind. "

"Midoriya mumbled, "Ah, you don't have to. 

Bakugou mumbled something reluctantly. He picked up one of the boxes Izuku was looking at.

"Oh, Katsuki?", Inko exclaimed at the sight of her friend's son in the shop. - I didn't think: We'll see you here. Well, then we'll have a walk together.

Surprisingly, this day had begun quietly, despite the fact that the relationship between Midoriya and Bakugou had remained strained lately. However, this remained the case until a certain point.

"Speaking of studying: Izuku, have you decided where you're going next?"

There was a moment of silence at the table. Midoriya looked away. Inko looked nervously at her daughter. She wanted to change the subject, but Izuku spoke first.

"Me," Midoriya started, but Katsuki's gaze was a source of hesitation. "I don't have my mind made up yet."

"I know it's complicated enough, but don't prolong it. Otherwise, it might be too late later."

After they had finished eating, Mitsuki suggested that Izuku go upstairs to Bakugou and talk while they stayed in the Dining Room.

"I told you to forget it," Katsuki said. She looked him in the eyes. "It's just stupid."

Midoriya clutched the notebook to her chest and muttered under her breath: "This is my dream, stupid or not. I have to have a go at it anyway."

Bakugou exhaled angrily, barely holding himself back, but when he saw Midoriya's brave look, he couldn't stand it any longer. The katsuki grabbed the notebook and blew it up. 

"This is not your future," Bakugou roared. He went over to the window and held out a hand with the notebook.

"Wait!"

"Do you want to die?" shouted Katsuki and with a single movement, she threw the notebook out of the window.

"No!" Izuku cried pitifully. She ran up and looked outside. "Why?"

She scrambled out of the room, telling her mother in her last words that she'd be the first to come home, and rushed outside. It was not long before she was in search of the notebook. It was lying on the floor right under the window of the room. Looking up, Midoriya stumbled upon the curtained window. The light was out. 

A month passed in silence. Nearly all the records were hopelessly corrupted, but Midoriya's memory was good enough to start restoring them. Time passed without her noticing. The beginning of spring had not been felt by Izuku at all.

The 14th of March fell on a day off. So Midoriya sat in her room and finished her homework. She hadn't planned to go out, so she wasn't expecting anyone. A knock at the door seemed odd. Inko was in the shop and wouldn't be back for an hour or so. Izuku went to the door to see who might have come to see them.

As he approached the door, Midoriya opened it slightly. But when she noticed the familiar clothes, she opened it in surprise. 

"Kacchan? What are you doing in here?"

Instead of answering, the boy held out a small package. Without waiting for an answer, he headed for the stairs leading downstairs. Midoriya followed him until he was completely out of sight. Then she closed the door. Izuku hadn't expected a gift in return, even though it was a white day. Only then did the girl dare to open the package after she had gone to her room. The small rectangular object was wrapped in bright paper. In spite of the simple wrapping, it was obvious that it was a very elaborate package. Izuku unfolded the pleasantly crispy wrapping and pulled out a bulky notebook. It looked similar to the one Katsuki had ruined a month ago. Would you call that apologising?

Midoriya knew that it was really an apology only now, after all this time. For some reason, Katsuki had chosen to write the short word "sorry" at the very end, so Midoriya didn't see it right away.

With a sharp movement, Izuku jumped up and startled her friends. She ran out of the room and made her way a little bit further down the corridor towards herself. It took a couple of minutes and she found a box of spicy chocolates in her cupboard, a little bit wrinkled. Today was the 14th of February and Midoriya had bought a package for Bakugou out of habit, but had changed her mind. But now she was sure that the present had to be given, when she saw the inscription with the apology.

Approaching her friend's room, Midoriya went downstairs to the boys' wing. 

"It's for you!" when the door opened, an embarrassment that came out of nowhere made Midoriya blush and she held the box in front of the boy. Noticing Bakugou's perplexed expression, she looked up shyly. "I... the writing... isn't it?"

Izuku couldn't string a few words together. So she just handed over the box silently and walked away.

"Yeah," Bakugou said and accepted the box.

"It's a friendly chocolate, don't you think."

"Yeah."

#bnha au #fanfic #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #bakugou x midoriya #bnha #bakudeku #katsudeku

[mom-dont-like-it]

A Friend. Part 10

Aizawa walked a little further and entered a nondescript room. It was a kind of lounge. There was a sofa, a TV and a bathtub. Shaking off the excess water, Midoriya went in and looked around. Directly in front of her sat a child of middle school age. Her teacher's capture weapon hung from his shoulders. 

"The child struggled to his feet and exclaimed, "You've come! "Do you know that this is a mockery of the people?"

"I already regretted agreeing to this," Aizawa sighed. He went over to untangle the boy. "One of the community organisations decided that heroes should also take on the role of 'educators'. So now some hero offices and academies are introducing special classes. And we've been given a few children to show them 'what it means to be a real hero'", he said.

The teacher was clearly mocking someone with that last sentence. But no one paid any attention. Midoriya looked at the teenager and smiled, but he just snorted in displeasure.

"And what's that about?" In contrast to Izuku, Katsuki was clearly in a negative mood about the whole situation and openly expressed his displeasure.

"It's about the one I'm entrusting to you two now." He released the child from his ribbons and finally introduced him to his students. "As a punishment."

"Midoriya tried to reason with her teacher: "But Aizawa-sensei, we're not even professional heroes yet! Her words made even more sense now that it had become their punishment. "Yes, and can WE teach something?"

"This is why I gave you this mission."

" Bakugou reluctantly clarified: "A mission or a punishment?

"This is Nakayama Fudo," Aizawa announced. He missed Bakugou's question. "You two get acquainted. And you, Midoriya, get changed or you'll catch a cold."

When the teacher left the room, silence fell. With an appraising eye, Fudo looked at the hero's costume. He didn't seem to be very impressed with Midoriya's and Bakugou's appearance, because at the end of the day, there was a sigh of disappointment.

"And this is the elite school of the UA? I expected more from their students." Fudo said with a chuckle as he sat down in his chair. Midoriya let out a nervous chuckle. Did Aizawa really have faith that they would be up to the task?

Bakugou turned and walked towards the bathroom, having watched the boy from the side until then.

"Hey, where are you going to go, Kacchan?"

"Like hell I'm going. I'm not babysitting."

"Kacchan, wait!" Midoriya called pleadingly, but the door closed behind him, leaving her alone with the angry boy. Izuku turned to him and smiled guiltily. "Forgive him. Hello, I'm Izuku Midoriya, hero name Deku."

Midoriya smiled and held out his hand to greet him, but Fudo just pushed it away.

"What kind of a stupid hero's name is that?"

"Exactly," Bakugou chuckled as he appeared in the room once more. Midoriya, who had been on the verge of an objection, was taken by surprise by a towel flying in her direction.

"'Kacchan?"

"Bakugou muttered and sat down across from Nakayama, "'Kacchan, 'Kacchan'. I am fed up. Don't ask for help when you get sick!"

"Right, I'll be right there!" Looking at the two boys staring without taking their eyes off and obviously not with good intentions, Midoriya questioned their caution. "I'm not sure I should do this now."

"Go ahead," Bakugou said. he threw a quick glance in her friend's direction. "I won't kill him."

The door closed behind Midoriya. An oppressive atmosphere lingered in the room. Nakayama was the first to be on the verge of a breakdown.

"Look, I've already figured out what to negotiate with this girl, she's got all these heroics on her mind, but you're just like me, aren't you?"

Bakugou raised an eyebrow in confusion. He guessed what Nakayama was talking about, but he had promised not to kill this guy.

"And what am I?"

"Well, you obviously didn't come here of your own free will, did you? Parents, eh? Mine also decide for me!" 

Without waiting for the sentence to end, Bakugou jumped up. He grabbed Fudo by the collar.

"Listen, you 'expert'," Bakugou hissed. He came closer. "I wouldn't be here if I really looked like you."

The door opened and Midoriya was confronted with the sight she had been dreading to see.

"Kacchan, what are you doing?"

"You and I are different," Bakugou hissed in his ear, pushing Nakayama away. He still couldn't resist and fell over, hitting the corner of the chair painfully.

"Hey, are you all right?" Midoriya asked as she ran over to the Fudo and helped him up.

"Get off," Fudo said and jumped up, sniffing his nose. Somehow, Katsuki's calm voice scared him to death, and when his fists got a little smoky, he managed to regret that he had decided to bring it up at all.

"Our first meeting failed, but we'll have to see each other often. Let's settle down and join our classmates."

"Fudo muttered, looking cautiously in Bakugou's direction, "What didn't I see there? "A bunch of rich kids who decided to play hero."

"You're way off base," Midoriya shook her head in disagreement. She opened the door and let the boys out. "Get to know them first, then draw conclusions."

#bnha au #fanfic #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #bakugou x midoriya #bnha #bakudeku #dekukatsu #katsudeku

[mom-dont-like-it]

"A Friend"

Part 9

"Is it just me or is he looking at you," Uraraka whispered, moving closer to Midoriya. Ochako glanced back every now and then to see Bakugou looking annoyed. "At least I get to see him every time I turn around.

"Don't look at him," Midoriya whispered to her friend. She looked back herself for a second. "I have no idea what's going on myself."

In fact, it was Bakugou who was now the one who had no understanding. Fights seemed inevitable with his temper and Midoriya's stubbornness. And so it happened every time they met. Small disagreements as well as big fights were not uncommon in their relationship. Unfortunately, they did not end the way they should have. Bakugou and Midoriya hadn't spoken to each other since middle school. They could not agree on anything after a moment that had affected both of them and revealed new sides to them. It was easier for them to take a neutral stance and just ignore the whole thing.

"Hey, what the hell?" Bakugou said, watching Midoriya slip away at the first opportunity.

They encountered a lingering Uraraka as soon as they stepped outside the dormitory. Bakugou had planned to stalk Midoriya without leaving her side. But now, she had the perfect opportunity to escape.

"Uraraka-san! I was just about to ask you something," Midoriya exclaimed, running up to her friend. Uraraka looked at her and then, shifting her gaze to Bakugou, smiled understandingly.

"Of course, what did you want?"

Bakugou unhappily followed the girls farther and farther away and muttered something grudgingly to himself.

"Uraraka-san! I wanted to ask you something," Midoriya called. She ran over to her friend. Uraraka looked at her. Then she shifted his gaze to Bakugou and smiled understandingly.

"Of course, what did you want?"

Bakugou followed the girls farther and farther away, muttering something to himself.

Did Midoriya want to get the relationship back on the right track at all, or not? After last night and the shopping trip together, and what had already happened this morning, Midoriya herself seemed to be moving in that direction. But now the time has been up and she is on the run again. Bakugou found it difficult to understand other people. But for some reason, it was Izuku, the closest friend, who proved to be more difficult to understand than all the others.

"I'm telling you, he's watching!" Uraraka whispered, tugging at Midoriya's hand. In the last few minutes, Bakugou had defiantly walked up to them five times. Midoriya had deliberately ignored and avoided him for reasons that were completely incomprehensible to him. Now, Bakugou had decided to take matters into his own hands. But in his own character, of course.

The whole first half of the day, while the class had its usual general education lessons, Bakugou followed her. He never let Midoriya out of his sight. He followed her in class and when she went out. He even sat across from her in the cafeteria. At first, Izuku might have been distracted by his classmates or yelled at Bakugou to stop his nonsense. But now, it was clear to everyone that their interference would make absolutely no difference.

"Today you will fill in your gaps in training. I will give you individual plans. You will practise under the supervision of the teachers.

"Iida raised his hand: "Who will be present?

Aizawa lifted the notebook in front of him and looked at his pupil. It was better to answer them all at once if there were questions to be answered.

"Ectoplasm with me. To get started, the two of us are enough. When we get there, I'll hand out these plans. They're made for each of you. Sometimes there is an overlap with your classmates' quirks. That means: We thought it might help you in your training. You can choose whatever you want. You can do it on your own or in a team. The important thing is that you let us know. Is it clear?

From the classroom came a cheerful "Yes".

"I hope it really is," Aizawa sighed. He stepped out from behind the pulpit and pressed a button on the remote control. "Grab your suits and get ready."

Bakugou jumped to his feet and turned around, but found no one behind him. Outside the office, a shock of green hair was already flickering. Katsuki's frustration and impatience grew. Brushing aside Kirishima and Kaminari, Bakugou walked out and decided to take more drastic measures.

The training ground was far away. The class took the bus to get there. Aizawa left everyone in the care of Iida, of whom he was at least half sure, and disappeared.

Bakugou took the seat next to Midoriya and pushed Mina away as soon as she was seated. He pushed some papers almost under Izuku's nose without saying a word. Midoriya's expression changed to one of growing despair as she read the contents.

"Midoriya said pitifully, still hoping that Bakugou would go away, "You didn't want to train together this morning. But from the grin on Katsuki's face, Midoriya knew that he wasn't going to let her go now.

"Then I've changed my mind," Bakugou hummed. He leaned back in his seat. The bus began to move slowly. For a while, Midoriya said nothing, not wanting to start the conversation. Silence reigned for a while. Despite the fact that Bakugou had already decided to train together, he was still waiting for an answer. The bus was on the way to the training ground

"I won't," Izuku finally said weakly and looked away.

"What did you say?"

The bus stopped abruptly. Midoriya jumped up from her seat and walked backwards, past all the "obstacles".

"I say I won't!" Midoriya squealed as she jumped off the stopped bus, causing Iida to shout in her direction. To her delight, the teachers were already standing in front of the bus. Bakugou, who jumped out after her, slowed down

Midoriya could feel the gaze on her as the teachers explained safety procedures and divided everyone into groups for training. Quickly, she began to think of what needed to happen. As soon as the teachers had given everyone time to disperse, Midoriya would approach Ectoplasm and try to hide from Bakugou.

"Can I have some clarification about the individual training?" said Midoriya with an emphasis on the word 'individual' in her voice and a quick glance at the approaching Katsuki.

"Of course," Ectoplasm replied. He looked at the teenager incomprehensively. "What did you want to ask?"

"Nothing anymore," Bakugou said, imitating Midoriya's voice and pulling her away from the teacher. "She didn't have any questions about individual training since she and I will train together, right, Izuku?"

No, no, no," Midoriya groaned. Bakugou was now dragging her away. "W-w-wait!"

Midoriya said. She freed herself from her friend's grip and waved her arms in protest. Bakugou crossed his arms over his chest. He looked at her expectantly.

"I've changed my mind too," Izuku said and looked away. Somehow, just talking to Bakugou like that made her feel too uncomfortable. "I want to continue with my plan."

"I don't care."

"But Kaccha-mf!" Midoriya exclaimed as Bakugou suddenly stepped closer to her and grabbed her by the cheeks. For some reason, Izuku's pouty face reminded him of the times when she had tried to resist Bakugou as a child. But in the end, she had never succeeded. It pleased him to see the freckles on her cheeks jumping happily when Midoriya was so happy. It showed her true feelings.

"Bakugou! What are you doing?" The moment the teacher's thunderous voice reached the boys, Izuku stumbled back in surprise, caught his foot on the edge of the small platform and fell into the water, unable to keep his balance. Midoriya didn't stay under for long. Aizawa was able to pick her up and pull her to dry land, thanks to the ribbons.

"Midoriya, are you all right?" Todoroki asked, standing nearby. He helped Izuku up with his hand.

"Are you all right?" clarified Aizawa, who looked around at the students in a threatening way and found Bakugou in the crowd.

"Midoriya replied, coughing, "Yes.

Aizawa pulled Bakugou closer: "If you say so. Follow me quickly."

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[mom-dont-like-it]

"A friend"

Once again, the elevator doors opened, and Midoriya and Sato were already out. They were looking at something on a piece of paper in Midoriya's hands and talking.

- I think that would be enough. Are you sure you want to go by yourself? - Sato said, letting Midoriya go forward.

- Yes, don't worry," she replied, taking the paper with the list for herself.

- What are you talking about? - Mina, who was curious, came closer at once. - Have you thought of something?

- Aizawa-sensei's bringing Eri-chan today. I wanted to treat her," Izuku said instantly.

- What a great idea! - Mina exclaimed, clapping her hands together. She snatched the list from her hands and ran her eyes over it.

- That's right," Yaoyorozu confirmed as she came closer. - I brought the tea we talked about.

- Thank you very much for your help. Then I'll buy groceries as soon as possible," Midoriya said cheerfully, heading toward the exit and taking the list back

- Wait," Mina stopped her friend with a negative shake of her head. - You can't carry that by yourself. Take Bakugou with you!

- What did you say? - Bakugou instantly reacted. - Why on earth would I help?

Mina waved her hand and headed toward the couch where he was sitting.

- Come on, help a girl out. How can she carry it all by herself," Mina shrugged and winked at Midoriya. She was clearly excited about the opportunity and wasn't going to let it pass her by.

- But I don't think that's necessary," Izuku wanted to argue, but she had already been escorted out the door along with a stubborn Bakugou.

Bakugou glared at Midoriya, causing her to look away. He muttered something under his breath and headed toward the nearest store. Izuku had no choice but to accept the situation and follow him. She didn't really know what was best, so she was lucky to have Katsuki with her. She made sure of that quickly enough, getting stuck at the first counter.

- Which one is better? - Izuku groaned, trying to figure out the difference between the two packages.

Five minutes passed as Bakugou took one look at the list and went off to choose the products. Midoriya just found the first item on the list and was already at a standstill. Finally choosing the one she thought was better, Izuku was about to put the second package back, but it was snatched out of her hands.

- This will do," Katsuki said as he put the package in the already-filled basket.

- Kacchan is amazing as always," Midoriya thought as she watched her friend walk away.

In fact, Bakugou only had to pick out the groceries, because he obviously knew more about it. In the end, even Midoriya was able to carry all the bags because there weren't that many, but they decided to separate them anyway.

Bakugou went out first, lingering slightly in front of the door to wait for Izuku. She, on the other hand, stopped next to the toy machines. There were toy machines for children, filled with toys of professional heroes. Midoriya loved these things as a child, and she even had a mini collection with the All Might of such toys. They stayed at home, so Midoriya didn't even remember the last time she saw them.

- The last time I saw the All Might was in a Silver Age costume. But how many years ago was that? - Midoriya muttered, stepping closer. - This one looks older than the others, so why don't you try my luck?

Izuku took out a couple of coins, tossed them into the slot, and pressed the button. There was a knock. Midoriya froze, as when she was a child, waiting for a toy to fall out. It reminded her of the time when Midoriya and Bakugo loved these machines, when they were so excited when a new toy fell out

- I don't seem to have any more luck," Midoriya said, looking at the toy in his hands.

Bakugou stepped closer and tilted his head to get a better look at what fell out. In the palm of Izuku's already open hand lay a Ryukyu toy. One of the most frequently won toys, and not even in the shape of a dragon. Midoriya considered the prize and thought that even if she didn't want it, she could at least give it to Eri.

- Go away!

Bakugou, who until then had been standing with his hand in his left pocket, took it out and put some coins in the slot. He squatted down to make it easier to reach. There was another knock, and Bakugou held out his hand. In the palm of his hand now lay the Edgeshot toy. He frowned, raising the prize to eye level.

- Ha, it's all your fault," Bakugo muttered, about to leave the toy here. But he quickly changed his mind, shoving it in his pocket

- Come on, don't you want to spend the money? - Midoriya replied, watching Bakugou get to his feet. He looked at his friend and turned away.

- I have no regrets.

Bakugou headed toward the dormitory, and Midoriya didn't keep him waiting, coming up after him.

- Hey, Kacchan, wait!

The toy machine was practically empty. It seemed as if the prizes had not been renewed in a long time. It itself was covered with dust, and seemed to have been long forgotten about. That was no surprise, though. Other machines around were filled with toys with new heroes, which appeared not so long ago, but had already gained fame among the townspeople. Behind the glass, one of the toys swayed slightly. It looked like it should have been knocked over by the prizes that had fallen out earlier, but something went wrong, so it fell only now. Now in the prize compartment lay the All Might's toy, one of the rarest that could ever be found here.

#bkdk fluff #bkdk fic #bkdk canon #bakugou x midoriya #bnha au #izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #fanfic #bnha #bnha fluff

[mom-dont-like-it]

"Spring fairy tale"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41851188/chapters/105014202

It was the same summer day just a few years ago. Running into the building and shaking off the rainwater that had suddenly caught them while walking, Midoriya, with a laugh, spat into the nearest chair. Despite being full, the place was surprisingly free.

- Kacchan, see, and you grumbled! Everything worked out perfectly! - The boy said, smiling incessantly. Bakugou just chucked at it, sitting next to a wet friend.

- I wanted it to be perfect, but it's all rain!

- What will you order? - asked the waiter, smiling affectionately at Izuku. Bakugou didn't like it.

- The worst coffee in your place.

- Excuse me?

- What heard! Bakugou replied sharply, glancing at his interlocutor.

The waiter, who had been looking at Midoriya strangely, had not been in the guy's plans, and he began to get irritated. But that mood changed quite quickly when he felt Izuku's hand on his shoulder.

- Bring him this one, - the boy said apologetically, pointing to something on the menu, addressing the waiter, but not taking his hand away. These touches, with which Midoriya increasingly began to bestow Bakugou, could easily appease him, so he did not even resist this independence.

- And you? I can advise our novelties.

- Bring me some tea, please. I'm not a coffee lover...

After that day, a small diner became the couple's favorite place. The coffee that Midoriya took the risk of ordering was amazing, which even a man like Bakugou appreciated. They came here again on the way, and later started to introduce friends to this place.

A long time passed, but even now, Kirishima offered to gather in this place. However, the warm memories did not bring good. Things got too complicated over time. His favorite coffee didn't make you happy anymore.

- Your tea, - said the newly arrived waiter, placing the cup on the table.

- Thank you, - and no longer paying attention to the employee who had never left, he tossed almost all the sugar-cane into the tea and stirred it with enthusiasm. - So what happened?

- What else do you want? - Bakugou didn't seem to listen to his friend, as he still couldn't take his eyes off the waiter who was still standing next to him. Get out of the way before I hit you.

- Your friend... with dark green hair, he's not coming?

Silence reigned. Realizing how scandalous such words could be, Kirishima hastened to get into the conversation.

- Excuse me, do you want something from him?

- He'd come here a while ago and forget his notebook. I wanted him back.

- So let's get her here, we'll pass her, - the Kirishima said, drawing a smile. He looked at his friend from time to time, making sure he did not run over the poor boy.

- How do I know you won't use it? - he said, raising his eyebrow, burying himself more and more. Kirishima giggled nervously.

- Listen... - There was a guy trying to explain the whole situation, but he didn't have time. Bakugou rose nervously, his eyes destroying the waiter, who was already holding the ill-fated notebook.

- Listen here, dumb! - The voice was quiet and calm at first glance, but Eijirou, who had known his friend for a long time, knew that all this would not end well if he did not intervene.

- You know, Bakugou, my friend... He and Midoriya... That guy you asked about... They're together. So I think nothing bad will happen if he takes this notebook.

- Oh, excuse me... - the boy muttered, visibly upset. Bakugou sprang out, throwing his money for coffee and tea on the table on the way. Kirishima, apologising briefly and grabbing the tattered bookcase, ran after another. On the way, the boy saw a piece of paper that looked out of the notebook, strangely between the pages, and pulled it out. It had the number and name of the most likely waiter written on it.

Bakugou stood on the pavement, his hands on the railing. He looked at the water surface, which occasionally rippled, distorting its reflection. After crumpling up the paper and dropping it into the nearest urn, Kirishima approached a friend.

- So what did you want? - Bakugou's voice was quiet again, but this time it was not from anger.

- Ah... I wanted to propose a birthday party for Midoriya. After all, he's been 20 years old. I wanted to call our whole class.

- No, - said Bakugou, without hesitation.

- What? - a friend asked him uncomprehensibly. - I didn't ask her if we'd like her or not. I wanted you to help us organize.

- I said he wouldn't go.

- Why not? What if he wants it?

- I know better what he wants and what he needs! - Bakugou demanded. Kirishima stopped. He did not expect to hear such words from his friend. All the more so in that tone. - If you try to do something like that, don't you dare talk to me afterwards, understand? I wouldn't even think of picking up the phone after that.

- Sometimes I don't understand you, man!

#bnha au #no quirks au #katsuki bakugo #izuku midoriya #fanfic #Unhealthy Relationships #Jealous Bakugou Katsuki #bakudeku #katsudeku #katsuki x izuku #bakugou x midoriya #bnha #Mha

[mom-dont-like-it]

You're Bakugou, right?

Part 1

The sun, whose rays shone mercilessly into his eyes to keep him awake, crept into the room through the thin curtains. The owner of the small but cozy room grimaced and hid his face in the pillows. He was dreadfully sleepy. Yesterday, preparing for his upcoming exams, the guy had gone to bed rather late, so waking up had not been easy either. Sleep finally came again, covering the boy with a sweet veil, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. It grew more annoying by the second. Nor did its volume diminish. At first the intruder just knocked. He could not stand the sound, and looked at the alarm clock next to the bed when he noticed that something was wrong in his house. When he looked around, he was surprised to see a huge number of posters of the Almighty hanging on the walls. Also on the shelves were figurines that had long been gathering dust in the closet, but now for some reason were in plain sight. Looking around the room, which was not what he was used to, he had already forgotten about the morning visitor. But he seemed to be finally angry, and in addition to the knocking, he started yelling.

- Damn Deku, open the door right now. If you don't, I'll kick it in!

The voice spoke in all seriousness, so the guy decided not to risk checking this statement, but simply to comply with his demands. A little afraid and still not understanding what is happening the master of the room opened the door, which clearly did not close the night before and was surprised to see his morning guest.

- Good morning. - said the boy, looking him over.

- Are you kidding me, you damn nerd?! - The blond man on the doorstep roared. After pushing the still-drowsy guy away, he stepped inside the room. Midoriya, and it was him, only followed his movements with surprise and shut the door behind him. Silence reigned. The morning guest looked at the surprised blinking guy with anticipation, seemingly waiting for some kind of action.

- I beg your pardon. - Midoriya decided to break the silence, which was beginning to build up. -Who are you?

- It's not funny, you jerk. - The morning guest said in a calm tone, but no less disgruntled. - Why the hell did you invite me to your training if you didn't even bother to get up in time for it?

The guest wanted to say something else, but Midoriya silenced him by waving his hands sharply.

- Look, I have no idea who you are or what you want from me. I don't know what training you're talking about and why you keep calling me names. Also, I still don't fully understand why I'm here and what this place is all about.

- I told you, it's not funny, asshole! Hurry up and pack, or I'll give up and never go anywhere!

- Again, I have no idea what you're talking about! - Midoriya shouted, trying to get through to the slow kid. - I've never seriously worked on my body before, so what kind of training are we talking about?

Instead of answering, the boy stepped closer and, without even asking, lifted up Midoriya's T-shirt. Under it he saw, to his surprise, a rather athletic body, which seemed to be regularly subjected to physical exertion. Izuku staggered over to the mirror that stood in the corner and looked at himself in amazement. Instead of his usual thin body, he saw something he had never seen before. An athletic body, worthy of a real hero.

- But how could it be? - Continuing to look at himself, Midoriya said. When he reached his arms, he noticed with shock the scars. There were a lot of them. Not only on his arms, but also on his body itself you could find small scars.

- You really don't understand, or is this just a stupid joke?

When Midoriya shook his head from side to side in shock, the boy asked nothing more. He grabbed Izuka by the arm and led him out of the room. Their procession continued for some time. Every once in a while the boy saw people around him about his age who, as soon as they saw him, invariably said hello. This, too, was rather strange. Usually they did not notice him much, because he tried not to stand out from the crowd as much as possible.

- Where are we going? - Midoriya finally decided to ask, trying to remember the way he was being led.

- To his teacher. - The boy answered briefly and did not say another word.

Along the way, Midoriya, constantly looking around, came to the conclusion that he had woken up in some dormitory. Noticing several familiar faces and places, he finally guessed that they were at the UA. This made him anxious. What was he doing here!

Here the guy, who had been walking forward in silence the whole time without letting go of his hand, stopped in front of some door. He knocked and after quiet permission pushed Midoriуa into a small office. Looking around, the boy noticed a man with long black hair and a tired look. When he saw them enter, he sighed sorrowfully and turned his whole body toward them.

- What happened again?

- This idiot is acting weird. He says he doesn't know where he woke up and doesn't recognize me. Also, when we were walking next to his nerd buddies, he ignored them.

Aizawa shifted his gaze to Midori, who was surveying his surroundings with interest. You could tell by his appearance that he was here for the first time, though in fact he had been here often.

- Good morning. - Seeing that the attention was now on him, Midoriya greeted the man. - May I ask you a question?

- Come on.

- Are we at the UA?

Aizawa looked at Bakugou, catching his return look, and turned back to Midoriya.

- Yes.

- Then what am I doing here? - He finally asked. His face reflected all the confusion he felt. - I understand that we're supposed to cooperate with UA since our school is dedicated to supporting heroes, but I'm certainly not supposed to wake up in a UA dorm after falling asleep in my room. Where does UA even have a dormitory?!

- I want to ask you something. - After thinking for a while, the teacher spoke up. - You haven't encountered any villains, by any chance? Or at the very least, have you fallen under anyone's whim?

Midoriya wanted to answer that no, but suddenly he remembered something. The other day, he ran into a strange man who watched the guy walk away for a long time afterwards.

- I think I ran into someone who could use a quirk on me.

- That's probably the problem. Perhaps this person's quirk had something to do with alternate universes.

- What am I supposed to do? How do I go back? Especially I think you'll be better off with the version of me that lived here before.

- I don't know. You have to find the person you met. In the meantime, we need to figure out what the difference is between our universes. Maybe something happened to you that didn't happen to us, or vice versa. I think that might have something to do with this case. Let's start at the beginning. What's your name? Age?

- Midoriya Izuku, age 15.

- Parents?

- Inko and Hisashi Midoriya.

- Your father, is he in town? - Katsuki raised his voice for the first time in a long time.

- No. He left a long time ago for work. - Midoriya answered, to which Bakugou nodded. It all made sense here.

After thinking for a while, Aizawa asked a question that seemed to have nothing to do with the case.

- Do you know this guy? - He asked, pointing to another student.

- I don't think so. - Midoriya answered. - Although his face does look familiar.

Bakugou froze. For the first time ever, he realized that Midoriya didn't recognize him. This stunned the boy. For the first time, he felt a now unknown anxiety and unease over the fact that his Deku wasn't looking at him the same way as before. Exhaling, he lowered his head and looked at his hands. They had brought pain and suffering into the boy's life more than once. Those blasts he now admires had hurt him more than once before. He used to think about how good it would be if Midoriya were gone from his life, lost forever among other worthless people. But he never wondered what would happen after that. Or what would have happened if Midoriуa had never been in his life at all. If there had been no happy days as children when they both dreamed of being heroes, no bullying from the blond man and those awful words he once said to Midoriуa. There wouldn't have been any of the happy moments they created together after entering UA. There wouldn't have been anything that connected them.

- Oh!" Midoriya suddenly exclaimed, seeming to remember something. - You are Bakugou, right?

- Do you remember me? - With faint hope in his voice Bakugou said, raising his head.

- No. - said Midoriya in an apologetic tone. - I just remembered what I heard about you.

Bakugou exhaled. It is no use. He doesn't remember him.

There was silence in the office. Katsuki frantically wondered what he had to do to get his Midori back. He, on the other hand, was simply awkwardly silent, as he didn't know what to say in such a situation. Aizawa, who had also been silent for a long time, thinking something over, finally raised his voice.

- All we have to do is find this man and cancel the fad. Until we find him, you will have to go to the school you went to in this world. Bakugou will help you. Especially as I know you in this world have known him for a long time. I will see you tomorrow and I will say something on the case. Now scram, you problem children.

#izuku midoriya #katsuki bakugo #my hero academia #fanfic #bnha au #Additional Tags: #Jealous Midoriya Izuku