Chapter 1

Katsuki carries in a beaten and battered Izuku into the HQ hero changing rooms. Yet again a night where hero Deku goes above and beyond for the sake of innocent people's lives. Going as far as becoming covered in purple bruises and scrapes all over his once frail body.

Some hero's do this for the money or fame and some do it for personal gain of hopes for finding an attractive partner to bump uglies with and procreate making more hero's for the next generation. Not Izuku Midoriya not the hero Deku, who is to succeed the greatest hero of all time, Almight.

Deku does this because of his strong belief in justice. His devotion to the hero Almight who also scared the righteous path of doing good for no other reason other than the fact that it was right to do good if you hold power to do something and help people you should.

Izuku had that way of thinking even before he was given his quirk. Being weak didn't mean he wouldn't jump in and try to help. Even back then he held no regard for his own safety and ignored his limit of ability to what he could do verses what he would put out.

He's a true hero.

Bakugo hated it.

He hates how reckless his deku is. Hates how he acts as if he won't leave a trail of heartache if he were to leave this Earth behind when saving another. Katsuki hates this because he loves his deku.

Deku.

The name Katsuki Bakugo gave Izuku Midoriya as childhood friends. He gave that name meant to add insult to Midoriya's quirkless handicap. Little did he know the torment and teasing would help the drive of future symbol of hope and peace to be better than people though he could be.

To exceed people's expectations and his limits was always what deku feels he must do in order to save others and make the world a better place.

If nobody else could do it deku definitely can and probably will.

This is why Katsuki loves and hates Izuku Midoriya, his precious deku.

Bakugo carries deku into the changing room and sits him on a metal folding chair at the end of the lockers. Kneeling down he looks deku in the eyes searching for something that he know he won't see. Remorse.

Signing he ruffles deku's hair up a bit cuasing the shorter one to flinch slightly but chuckle at the rough and tough blonde being uncharacteristically gentle with him.

Bakugo stand in front of his locker and begins to remove his Ground Zero costume. Funny how he picks a cool name for himself and everybody still calls him by his childhood nickname deku gave him, kacchan.

Sighing again at the thought that everybody now calls him by the special name, when he used to only let deku call him (not without barking at him to stop secretly thinking 'please don't ever stop').

It irritates him but it still packs more of a punch when his deku calls him kacchan at least.

His deku.

His hero that he has to share with the world.

Kacchan finishes dressing himself in his more casual wear. Dark jeans and a slight V-neck black tee and his white with a red stripe running through the side convers's. He turns around to see deku bent down in the chair attempted to take off his green deku costume body suit with some difficulty due to his injuries.

For what feels like the millionth time tonight Katsuki sighs and says "oi stupid nerd you know you can't do that by yourswlf. Couldn't be patient enough even to get undressed? Such a nuisance you are sometimes but since you didn't probe yourself completely useless I'll help you.."

Deku gives Kacchan one of his big goofy smiles that he gives everybody "haha yeah this costume kinda reeks thanks kacchan" he says looking down with a sad smile.

POV change here (Bakugo)

"Hey Kacchan.." I stop just before I undo the laces from his shoes so I could slip on deku's pants.

Deku continues when he sees he's not my attention "do you think I did good today? I think I got everyone out but that little girl might have lost the use of her legs.."

I watch as his hands grip into tight fists as he tears up but they don't fall yet.

"If only I was fast enough if I could have prevented that from happening I feel so useless I know you said i wasn't for this mission but what's the point in saving her life if she's gonna have to live like that?" He's now crying full on tears flowing like waterfall.

He makes me so angry!!

I finish dressing him as he continues his 'woe is me' fit. He saved everyone and he's still saying it wasn't enough? I can't help but wonder if it'll only be enough when he dies in line of another perfectly finished mission like this one with no casualties later down road.

When he finally calms down to only a sniffle I pull him towards me cradleing his head to my chest I hold him close against me. This once quirkless loser is no longer quirkless but he's still my loser crybaby and I'll damn well hold him when I want to and when I know he needs it.

"Hey you crybaby bastard you saved everyone that little girl I'm sure is just as greatful even if it turns out she loses a limb or whatever. Besides she's still young there's physical therapy and artificial limbs she'll have time to the hang of it she'll walk again I'm sure she'd rather be that way than six feet under" I breath in resting my face in his green mess he calls his hair and feel him grip the front of my shirt tightly while also feeling him visibly relax in my arms.

"Let's go home Kacchan" he mutters against my chest and I wait for him to be the one to pull away and he does a minute after. He grabs my hand as we walk out of the changing rooms and out of HQ and head to our apartment we've been sharing for the past 5 years.