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Blessing in Disguise

Rated T// Oni Bakugo x Kitsune Kirishima

When Bakugo is exiled he travels the world to find a place where he will belong, he just didn't expect to find it in such an unlikely place, and person.

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Out of all the things Bakugo aspired to be in life, being cast out from his clan was not one of them. It’s been five years since then but still the anger sizzles underneath his skin when he lingers on the memories. But most of the time?

It just hurts.

- Five years ago -

All Might, after many years of leading their clan had decided it was high time to chose the next oni to succeed him. A feast was prepared for the event, everyone was bustling with excitement but none were as excited as Bakugo Katsuki felt, well at least in his opinion. He had been waiting for this for some time. Bakugo had always been the strongest of his peers, boasting his prowess since he was twelve years old when he was the first young oni in a long time to take down a demon without an elder’s assistance. He attended every clan meeting, no matter how trivial to learn the proceedings and important matters, memorised every rite and ritual like they were the back of his hand.

His victory was assured.

Which was why when All Might decided that Deku was appointed as the next clan leader, all hell broke loose.

All he could remember after hearing that was the loud ringing in his ears, his vision flashing white before all he could see was red. Bakugo launched himself at Deku in a fit of rage. It took several oni to tackle Bakugo into the dirt to prevent him from reaching his intended target. Bakugo snarled and thrashed under their combined weight, cursing Deku to the seven hells for cheating him out of his dream. Not once through Bakugo’s outburst did Deku retaliate or rise to match his anger, he merely looked at Bakugo with sad somber eyes which honestly just added fuel to Bakugo’s ire. How dare Deku look down on him with pity.

The sound of footsteps drew closer, All Might made his way over to Bakugo and crouched down in front of him, effectively blocking Bakugo’s sight of Deku placing a firm yet gentle hand on his shoulder. “Bakugo…”

The tone of All Might’s voice alone made Bakugo turn his head to avoid his gaze choosing instead to spit out some dirt that invaded during the scuffle. When he heard the resulting sigh after it took all of Bakugo’s willpower to will his eyes not to prickle with frustrated tears.

“Bakugo, even though Deku was just appointed, you know our rules when it comes to attacking the leader of our clan.”

Bakugo gritted his teeth, he knew all too damn well what that meant, regardless that his actions were done in a fit of fury.

Heavy punishment, and in some cases…death.

Bakugo growled. “I refuse to accept Deku as our leader! There’s no fucking way I’m gonna stand idly by and watch him lead our clan to ruin!”

All Might squeezed his shoulder once more, keeping the pressure there until Bakugo finally returned his gaze. All Might gave the oni that still had Bakugo pinned down a gesture to let him go.

Bakugo stood up gingerly, measured movements to try and hide how much anger he still had running through his veins. When he tries reaching for his club All Might intercepts and picks it up instead, staring at the pitch black weapon for a moment before lifting his eyes back to Bakugo.

One of the punishments for attacking the tribe leader was getting heavily beaten with your own club. A sort of poetic justice in a sense. Unfortunately for Bakugo, his club was his pride and joy, polished to precision and adorned with numerous spikes that he always made sure were kept wicked sharp.

Bakugo watched tensely as All Might tightened his grip on the club, it seemed like a decision for his punishment has been made. He mustered up what was left of his pride to curb the building fear that crept to the surface.

This was going to hurt. A lot.

Bakugo heard a commotion in the crowd as another someone rushed towards them.

“Wait!” Deku shouted, stopping beside All Might. “While Bakugo did try to attack me he wasn’t able to inflict any harm! Surely there’s an alternative punishment that we could use instead!?” He pleaded.

Bakugo felt absolutely gobsmacked at the situation. He could not believe that Deku was trying to defend him from getting severely beaten right now.

There was a heavy silence amongst the group as Deku and All Might quietly discussed options. Bakugo himself was going over all the options in his head as well, trying to brace himself. Anger slowly building up again when he thinks of some of the punishments that were downright humiliating.

After some time Bakugo watches as Deku hesitates briefly before giving the older man a solemn nod. When All Might steps in front of him this time, Bakugo makes sure to meet his eyes this time, as much as it stings he’s not surprised to see how disappointed All Might is with him.

“After deliberation we have decided that your punishment will be exile.”

His fury was snuffed out in an instant.

Bakugo stood frozen, white noise roared in his ears while he felt his body go numb. The weighted gazes of all the clans people were pinning him where he stood. He clenched his fists brutally tight, making sure the tips of his claws dug into the flesh of his palms to recenter his focus.

Bakugo took one deep breath and closed his eyes. “Fine.”

“You will depart first light tomorrow.”

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Bakugo was glad everyone gave him wide berth and didn’t try to speak to him as he walked back to his hut. It was a small but sturdy home that was a bit further away from the others, mainly because he liked his privacy. He still remembers building it from scratch three years ago, which some help from his parents of course. He had planned quite a few modifications for next spring, primarily for storage or maybe even a target range.

But it doesn’t matter now.

Once inside he stands in the center of his home and stares at his belongings. The hunting trophies from slain demons, the blanket of woven furs his mother made recently, the tapestry his father wove a decade ago that commemorated his first victory.

It. Doesn’t. matter.

Bakugo forces himself to move and start packing essentials; maps, bedroll, light and warm clothing (he still has yet to decide which direction to travel) and his hunting dagger.

All Might never did return his club, most definitely confiscated or destroyed as part of his punishment. Another thought he tries not to linger on.

It’s when Bakugo is packing a small whetstone into his knapsack when he heard footsteps approaching, followed by his front door opening.

His parents.

Mitsuki enters first, several small wrapped bundles of what Bakugo assumes is food in her arms. Bakugo expected Mitsuki to start shouting as soon as she was inside his home but she remained uncharacteristically quiet as she placed the parcels on the bed. Mitsuki turns towards him and grips onto one of his arms, he instinctively tries to jerk back but she tugs him back towards her, pulling him into a tight hug. She moves one hand up to hold the back of his head then pushes his face into the crook of her shoulder.

A few seconds pass, she doesn’t move. Bakugo clenches his eyes tightly and hugs her back just as firm. It’s only at this very moment he regrets all those recent times his mother had offered affection only for him to rebuke it because of he had a reputation to uphold. The reality hit him hard that this was going to be the last time he will be able to see his parents for a very long time, if at all.

The pit in his stomach sinks deeper.

Bakugo is hit with Masaru’s earthy familiar scent as he too joins the embrace. His father is slightly shorter than him but with the way Mitsuki has him hunched over slightly in her arms Masaru encompasses them both.

Masaru is the first to break the silence. “I’m sorry it has had to come to this Katsuki.”

Mitsuki nudges him to raise his head, when he meets his mother’s oh so similar face staring back at him, her eyes darting all over his face to no doubt commit this last night to her memory. He’s doing the same thing to her.

Masaru excuses himself from their embrace to go outside for a moment.

Mitsuki moves her hands down to clasp Bakugo’s arms. “Katsuki,” her voice trembles, something he’d never heard until now, “You better make sure you look after yourself out there, you hear me? Don’t throw yourself into needless danger if there’s no one around to help.” She warns.

“I‘ll try, but you know me.” He says wryly.

Mitsuki half heartedly smacks his arm in response. “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

“And because we know you so well,” comes Masaru’s voice as he walks back inside carrying something familiar, “you better take this with you.”

It was Bakugo’s club.

“How did you-?”

“Doesn’t matter. What does is that no matter where you find yourself travelling to Katsuki, that we will always love and be proud of you.”

“Love you both too.” Bakugo gives his father one last hug. He wished he had told them both that more often as well.

Mitsuki looks like she’s on the verge of tears but is stubbornly refusing to shed them.

“We’ll let you go rest now Katsuki.”

Bakugo nods, not trusting his own voice.

After a fitful night’s sleep Bakugo leaves his home one hour before dawn.

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