Disclaimer: I do not own bnha, if I did, the female characters would get more screen time.
Rating: M due to excessive swearing and underage drinking.
Dedication: I'm dedicating this work to my beautiful sister (znebixnebula) who has supported me greatly in writing this chapter.
Author's notes: Hey y'all! This story is obviously Kacchako and is going to loosely follow the book: To all the boys I've loved before. I hope you'll like my bnha adaption of it. This is going to feature lots of rare pair friendships and a mild amount of Kirimina and Todomomo with a dash of Kamijirou. This first chapter is a kind of a prologue as it shows you where Bakugou and Uraraka are before the plot really starts. Happy reading!
Ochako's parents were out for the night on one of their rare date nights leaving her in the company of her girlfriends.
She sat beside Tsuyu on the bar stools lining the kitchen counter. The counter top was covered in flour and littered with multicoloured cupcakes. She had decided to throw a small going away party for Tsuyu the day before her flight to America.
Although, it was partially a coping method for her own loss. Tsuyu was the anchor that kept her afloat. Without her keeping Ochako going steady in the waves of change, she was afraid she would drown.
As the two of them sat comfortably, inhaling more than eating cupcakes while scrolling through Instagram like every Friday night. It didn't seem like their lives were about to change. But they were.
"Ochako? You okay?" Tsuyu poked her cheek. The concerned furrow of her brow made guilt churn in her stomach.
This wasn't about her. Tsuyu was the one about to leave everything she knew. She could no longer have heavenly milkshakes at the Wild, Wild Pussycats diner. Or hear coach All Might announce his presence before entering a room. Or go swimming at their favourite waterhole.
This was not the time or place for her selfishness. Instead of making Tsu feel bad, Uraraka needed to make her feel excited over the new turn her life was taking.
She slapped her cheeks with her palms and grinned with new determination. "Sorry, just spaced out. What were you saying?"
"I don't really get why people get so excited about sports games," Tsuyu repeated, holding her phone up to show them a picture of a beaming Mina sitting in the middle of Sero and Kirishima on the bleachers at their school.
"They were probably excited about the party at Kaminari's house after the game," Uraraka stood up to get some cans of pop. "Its all Mina-san's been tweeting about for the past week."
While she wasn't familiar with them apart from the occasional group project, they were the popular crowd. Even people like her - who had no interest in parties and doing adventurous activities with large groups of people - kept up with their lives. Simply because it was entertaining really.
"I meant generally," Tsuyu freed some cans from her spilling grip and they collectively put them on the counter.
"Because Tsu, people are idiots," said Jirou with a mouthful of yellow frosting. "They flock to whatever brings some joy to their miserable existence."
"Its because they get to buy cheap snacks, deliver death threats without being arrested and check out the sweaty hot guys," Ochako pointed out. "Take your pick."
"Basically, what I said," Jirou dismissed, chugging some soda to wash down her cupcake. "But I can't say I blame them if they go for the boys, even someone like Bakugou can look hot in that uniform."
"I don't know about that," Tsuyu didn't look convinced. "He's Bakugou. I once saw him trying to fight a statue because he thought it looked at him the wrong way."
Uraraka couldn't disagree but she couldn't agree either. She might dislike his treatment of Deku and his overall arrogance but even she could admit that he had an amazing body. All that aggressive dedication to soccer was very visible.
"At least now we know why Jirou goes to every game," Ochako bumped her shoulder against Kyouka's teasingly. "To see how cute Kaminari's butt looks in those soccer shorts."
"N-not true. That idiot forces me to go," she fiddled with the headphones in her lap, not making eye contact with any of them. "He gets all dramatic if I don't go. If I have to hear him quote Shakespeare one more time, he'll no longer have a mouth."
Ochako had been around Kaminari enough times to know she wasn't lying. The blonde was dramatic while his girlfriend was deadpan. The dreamer with the realist. They were the classic opposites attract trope and despite her friend's empty criticism of him, anyone with eyes could tell she was fond of Kaminari.
"You love that mouth," Uraraka cooed, poking Kyouka's cheek with her finger.
Jirou's cheeks coloured as she swatted her away. "Can we please stop talking about my love life?" She scanned around for a scapegoat to take the heat off her. Her eyes landed on her best friend with - what could only be described as - a evil grin.
"How's our pretty boy in bed, Yaomomo?" Kyouka rested her elbows on the counter, leaning towards Momo with a sly look. "With the amount of people jealous of you, he must be huge." This was followed by the wiggling of her eyebrows.
That wasn't the only reason people were jealous of Momo. She had gotten into UA - the greatest high school in Japan - through recommendation alone. The fact that she was dating Todoroki - who had never shown any interest in romance before her - was just the icing on the cake. And of course, it didn't hurt that she had the body of a Greek goddess.
Momo froze, dropping the cupcake that was halfway to her mouth. Tsuyu and Ochako shot her sympathetic glances but were much too curious to interrupt.
Yaomomo looked like a deer in headlights. "Why must you assume we've-we've..." She choked out, looking like she was going to faint just saying the word.
"Fucked?" Jirou deadpanned.
Yaomomo gasped and Tsuyu rolled her eyes as Uraraka buried her face in her hands out of embarrassment. She was the only one here who'd never had a boyfriend before and only had minimal experience with kissing. And it just sounded so inappropriate.
"Kyouka, stop being so vulgar!" Momo scolded, channeling her inner Iida.
Jirou shrugged, "no one else was going to say it."
Classical music interrupted their conversation and Momo was saved from having to answer.
She hastily picked up her cellphone. "Hey Shouto. Yeah we'll be right there." She lightly smacked Jirou's shoulder when she started making smooching noises.
"Saved by the bell huh?" Tsuyu snickered.
"Damn right she was," Jirou chuckled, grabbing her purse in preparation to leave. Uraraka excused herself to go up stairs to collect their jackets from her room.
When she got downstairs, the girls had squeezed Tsuyu into a group hug and were promising to call her before her departure.
Dread spread through her body at how close the goodbye really was. Uraraka wasn't very good at handling change. It was unpredictable and shifted the balance of her comfortable life.
She swallowed her feelings and put on a bright smile as she handed over the jackets to her friends, bidding them goodbye.
"Say hi to Deku-kun for me!" She shouted as they were getting into Todoroki's mustang.
Izuku "Deku" Midoriya is one of her close friends. In Uraraka's family and tight knit group of friends, everyone loved him.
Ochako's parents love him because he always helps them with gardening and seems genuinely interested in their talk of architecture and different cement types. She loves her parents, she does, really. But once they start: rapid hardening cement, low heat cement, coloured cement. They just don't stop, and she can never keep up. They'd build their construction company up from the ground with blood and sweat. Even when it didn't bring in a lot of money and they were struggling to buy her necessities; her parents still loved that company with everything they had. Midoriya's respect of that only added to her fondness of him.
Iida and Todoroki loved him because he helped them through tough times. He was hard working and offered his kindness to them both. Tsuyu obviously loved him for mushy, romantic reasons or for the same reasons everyone loved him, Uraraka figured.
Before he was Tsu's boyfriend though, he was just Deku. Her neighbour who cried fountains and loved legendary soccer star Yagi Toshinori almost as much as breathing. He moved in next door 9 years ago and since then, they, along with Iida, have been partners in crime.
Uraraka and Tsuyu made their way back to the kitchen once they'd grabbed some rags and cleaning spray.
They were almost done wiping down the counter when Tsuyu said, "I broke up with Izuku-chan."
What?
Uraraka halted. "You're joking right? Why?"
Tsuyu sighed. "You know why. Long distance relationships never work." Her words sounded tired like she'd been thinking about this topic for a while.
"But If anyone could make it work, its you two!" Uraraka reasoned and it was the truth. Tsu and Deku were the most in sync couple she had ever met. They understood and worked with each other perfectly.
"I just want a fresh start. This would just hold us both back," Tsuyu resumed cleaning the counter. She didn't look upset about it, but she always was a logical person. But still. Uraraka wondered how that could be.
Izuku wasn't the type of guy one let go off easily and she was determined to make her best friend see it. "But you love him, don't you?" Uraraka pressed but even as she was saying it, she knew it was hopeless. Once Tsuyu made up her mind about something, there was no going back.
Tsuyu throws away her rag and stands by the window that has a clear view of Izuku's house. "I do but I don't want us to end up hating each other."
It was quiet for a few seconds.
"Are you okay?" Uraraka asks, placing her hand on top of her best friend's.
Tsuyu walks back to her, wrapping her arms around Ochako from behind. "Of course, I am, I'm here with my best friend." Her smile is back so Uraraka hasn't completely ruined the mood.
"Lets pajama up!" She declares instead, pumping a fist into the air. Tsuyu chuckled as she was tugged up the stairs.
Uraraka and Tsuyu lay beside each other in sleeping bags despite the perfectly functioning bed behind them. It was a rule Tsuyu had developed early on when Uraraka kicked her off the bed in the middle of the night. She tended to move during the night.
The lights have been closed and the room is lit up with the moonlight seeping in through her window.
"Are you sure, Tsu?" Ochako doesn't need to clarify what she's talking about, they both know. This break up feels like a mistake and she wants to be sure its what Tsu wants.
"You've never been in love have you? You'll understand when it happens," Tsuyu smiled sadly.
Before Ochako could answer, her best friend cuddles into the pillow and falls into dreamland. She always was quick to fall asleep.
Katsuki Bakugou liked to break things. Expectations. Pinatas. People's self esteems. The notion of impossibility. Hearts. Glow sticks. Opinions. Anything that made him furious, he was bound to break. He figured it had to do with the fact that ever since he was a kid, the people around him had made him feel invincible. Like he was worth more than the average kid because of his power. At some point, their words had absorbed into his skin and leaked into his soul. He would break every barrier that stood in his way.
Of all the barriers he liked to break, Izuku Midoriya was the most important. The snot nosed nerd always found a way to look down at him. It didn't matter that he was better at football, academics, playing superheroes, existing, Midoriya always thought he needed help. Ever since they were kids, the fucking nerd was always there, caring about him and trying to uplift him. Like he had it more figured out, like he was in a position to offer guidance. Katsuki was called the best and the best didn't need help. How dare Deku underestimate him like that.
To make matters even worse, they were now considered equals since coach All Might had put Deku as a forward after discovering his talent. He internally scoffed. What talent? they'd known each other since they were five, he could barely kick a ball and now he was fucking Hercules. But Bakugou would surpass him. He would.
They won 9-3.
But it didn't feel like a win to Bakugou. That damn nerd Deku had scored the final goal knowing full well the scouts in the audience were present specifically for him. He had compromised Bakugou's chance at a scholarship.
Katsuki needed to train, improve, push his body past its boundaries so tonight would never happen again. And yet, he was stuck at Kaminari's house – since his parents were out of town - with the rest of UA, celebrating their so-called victory.
He hadn't earned this victory. Deku had just handed it to him. That meant it wasn't his to celebrate. Katsuki's hands itched to demolish something. Preferably the nerd himself.
Mina had dragged him along. "It's tradition babe, you gotta be there." She'd said and before he could refuse, he was somehow sitting in Pinky's convertible with the self proclaimed 'Baku-squad' as they drove to the party.
He cursed, wondering why the only idiots who were not intimidated by him happened to be at his dream school. He couldn't even ditch them, they were everywhere and had somehow weaved themselves into the threads of his life.
The party had gotten wild really fast. Kaminari had taken the role of 'party king' as he stood on a table, shouting along to the Bruno Mars song playing. Sero was assisting people in getting hammered by shoving drinks into their faces. Meanwhile Mina - the traitor - was chatting it up with Deku and his Brady bunch. Tsk.
Bakugou walked out of the living room and into the fresh air of Kaminari's back porch, Kirishima hot on his heels. His best friend's crimson eyes kept glancing at him as if he were a ticking time bomb. Katsuki couldn't blame him. He certainly felt like one.
He felt better as soon as he got through the porch door. The spring air was a relief in comparison to the smell of sweat and sex he'd been surrounded by before.
The two of them leaned their backs against the railing, cups in hand, courtesy of Sero. The weather was surprisingly warm for a spring night. The light breeze wasn't enough to cool his temper. Kirishima filled the silence of the night with his plans for his mom's birthday.
"I just want to do something nice for her, you know? She always does so much for me," Kirishima said, looking up at the midnight sky with a tender expression.
"Just get her a dog," Katsuki suggested, sipping some tequila. The bakusquad always slept over at Kaminari's house after one of his parties, so they could drink to their heart's content.
"She's a cat person."
"I think that icy hot bastard was going on about kittens that need adopting." He vaguely remembered Todoroki announcing something about kitten adoptions in the locker room last week.
"Wow Baku-bro," Kirishima looked over in surprise. "That was actually helpful."
"Are you saying I can't be helpful? I am very fucking helpful," Bakugou reached over to smack the back of his head but the idiot just laughed.
He would never admit it out loud, but he was thankful for Kirishima providing him company. He felt like a volcano about to burst but his best friend soothed him. Bakugou found that Kirishima was the only person capable of that.
"No thanks," a monotone voice brought their attention back to the party. Deku's goody two shoes gang as well as Sero and Mina had relocated to the porch door. For fuck's sake.
Todoroki was leaning against the door with one hand intertwined with Momo's and the other trying to keep Sero at bay.
"Just take a sip!" Sero continued to shove a red solo cup in his face.
"Sero-kun! Todoroki-kun's driving tonight, stop urging him to make irresponsible decisions." Iida reprimanded, hands flailing. "As student council president, I cannot allow you to pressure another student!"
"You can always stay over if you wanna drink, Todo," Mina suggested.
She was wearing a large jersey that went up to her knees with Kirishima's number on her back and her face was painted with his number on one cheek and Sero's on the other. Despite what most people might think due to her girly appearance, Pinky was a sports enthusiast. She was almost as crazy as him. But then again, she'd have to be in order to be a part of the Bakusquad. It was the only requirement after all.
Kirishima's face matched his hair as soon as he'd seen her proudly wearing his number on her back. Mina had felt his forehead to see if he had a fever. It's ironic that the girl who immediately sees chemistry between people before they see it themselves can't see the most obvious chemistry of all.
Todoroki shook his head. "I have to drive Momo home." His girlfriend shot him an apologetic look, but he just shrugged, unaffected.
Bakugou was thankful that Todoroki wouldn't be joining them. Whenever Kaminari and Mina were together, a mess was sure to follow, usually at his expense. One time they dyed his hair pink by mixing hair dye into the shampoo. The last thing he wanted was one of his rivals to see him at a low point.
"Ugh I need a drink," Jirou headed straight for the porch, grabbing the drink in Sero's hand on her way, ignoring his protests.
"What do you want?" Katsuki grumbled. He didn't need another person to make conversation with even if it was his fellow band mate.
She placed a hand on each of their shoulders and hoisted herself onto the railing. He didn't even flinch. The girl was as light as a feather.
"I needed to be around people who wouldn't turn my brain into mush," Jirou shuddered, probably remembering her boyfriend's hideous dancing.
Bakugou snorted. "Wrong place, earphones. Kiri's still here."
"Shut up, dude."
Jirou chuckled, lighting a cigarette that she pulled out of thin air. She always seemed to carry little Knick knacks with her that didn't make sense with her personality.
"You don't smoke," he said, eyes landing on Midoriya who was chatting – drink in hand – with four eyes.
"And you don't sulk yet here we are." He didn't have to look at her to know she was smirking around her cancer stick.
"I'm not the one who's fucking sulking," Bakugou threw Kirishima a displeased look. His best friend thought he hadn't noticed his eyes sliding over to Mina dancing with some guy whose name he didn't care to remember.
Jirou immediately caught on, placing an arm around Kirishima's shoulders. "Just ask her out, red."
"You know too? God I'm pathetic," Kirishima groaned.
"It's the way you look at her," Jirou grinned, brushing some of Eijirou's - now flat - hair back. "Like she's a star on earth."
"It's disgusting," Katsuki said at the same time Jirou said "Its cute." All this romantic nonsense was a heavy distraction provided by hormones to keep them focused on one thing. He was never going to look at a woman like that, it was a trap.
Kirishima's cheeks heated and he ducked his head. "It happened randomly, okay? We were swimming during the summer and Ashido said she could hold her breath underwater for five minutes and I didn't believe it, but she did it!" He grinned proudly. "It was a small moment but all I could think was fuck, having Ashido as a girlfriend would be badass."
Kyouka chuckled while he snorted loudly. Although he'd already heard this story, it got funnier every time.
Eijirou ignored them and continued. "But it doesn't matter because It's not manly to ruin a childhood friendship." A somber shadow came over his face. "I know she doesn't feel that way about me."
That was the most cliché reason to not pursue a relationship, but he respected his friend's decision despite thinking it was stupid. He knew Mina probably had the same feelings for Kirishima, but she had just buried them deep under her fear of commitment.
"Well then, go on the rebound," Jirou suggested, puffing out smoke. "Even Bakugou dated Camie and he's got the social skills of a blowfish."
"Shut the fuck up, dating somebody isn't fucking rocket science," Katsuki growled.
He and Camie had broken up two weeks prior to the game. It was mutual and not at all messy. He just no longer needed that distraction in his life, it was junior year and he had college to worry about. Not that he wouldn't get in, he was Bakugou fucking Katsuki.
"It sure feels like rocket science," Kirishima argued.
"I'll set you up," Jirou amended before shooting Bakugou a questioning look. "And you! Why are you not yelling at Midoriya? It's not like you to be considerate just because he's in a bad mood."
As is Bakugou cared about Deku's moods. He was confused as to why though. "Why would the fucker who just scored the winning goal be in a bad mood?" What else did Deku want? Wasn't everything enough for him?
"His girlfriend's moving to America," Jirou informed him before finally putting out her cigarette.
"Thats why? Whatever. He'll hook up with his fan girl anyway," Bakugou remarked, remembering the Deku's neighbour with the pixie cut and a round face. He didn't like her very much but to be fair, he hated everyone. But her, he really didn't like her. Ever since they were kids, she'd follow Deku around like he was god or something and now, she always watched the green fucker with longing. Anyone who admired Izuku like that was never going to be in his good books.
"Fangirl?" Kirishima muttered before realizing who he meant. "You mean Uraraka-san? Aren't her and Tsu-chan best friends?"
"Doesn't matter. I know thirst when I see it."
"Okay so it's not about Midoriya's bad mood so why the silent treatment instead of your usual ruckus?" Jirou raised an eyebrow.
"I'm thinking," Bakugou reluctantly informed them, the tequila having melted his walls to merely blocks. One of the only things he'd learned while interning under Blue Jeanist during his first year was that plans were more useful than recklessly charging in. Other than that, the fucker was a total tool and the internship was a waste of his time.
"Meaning?" Jirou sounded amused.
"I'm going to hit that nerd where it really hurts."
"The balls?"
"The fucking smoke has gone to your brain, earphones."
"Explain, please." Kirishima interrupted, sounding like a tired parent.
"He took an opportunity away from me, shitty hair. You bet your ass I'm going to find a way to take an opportunity away from him," he didn't know what exactly he was going to do yet, but he had a feeling it would come to him soon.
"And here I thought you were gonna make his life miserable, so he would quit soccer or something," Jirou hopped off the railing, landing shakily between them.
Kirishima reached out a hand to steady her. "Oh Jirou, he would never do that. Bakugou can't be the best if he hasn't beaten the best at his best."
"Damn straight!" He confirmed.
Katsuki was shaken awake by Momo. He had been sitting in one of the empty chairs on the back porch. He must have nodded off while waiting for the rest of the student population of UA High to leave.
"Get up Bakugou-kun, we have sleeping bags set up," she pulled him to his feet and with his splitting headache, he was in no mood to resist and followed her without fuss.
Momo settled him down on the couch and told him to "wait right there," before disappearing into the kitchen.
Bakugou rubbed his stinging eyes with the back of his hands to peer at his surroundings. The once rumbling house was silent except for the occasional snore.
As Momo had said, sleeping bags covered the Kaminari living room.
Mina was sleeping on the one closest to him with her arms and legs stretched out. Kirishima and Sero were curled up on either side of her. Kaminari and Jirou were cuddled together on the far end of the living room and Todoroki was resting on the two sleeping bags in the middle. The second one was obviously for his girlfriend who was coming back from the kitchen.
"Here you go," Momo handed him a glass of water and aspirin. He hadn't realized how scratchy his throat was until the water came into view and he eagerly gulped down the liquid.
Bakugou wiped his arm across his lips when he finished. "Why'd you and the pokeball decide to stay?"
She sat down next to him. "With the state everyone was in, there was a fifty percent chance the house would burn down."
"Fifty percent might be pushing it," He leaned back to rest his head against the couch. "Should have just woken me up and left the fuckers to fend for themselves."
"Except for Kirishima, they all owe me money. They can never pay me back if they're dead," Momo pointed out, grey eyes gleaming with humour.
Bakugou's lips tipped upwards. "Man, ponytail. You should change your name from Momo to Mom-o." He tugged at a strand of her loose hair. "Can't resist helping someone can you?"
His fellow bandmate shrugged. "I guess I must've been a super hero in another life."
Katsuki's immediately reminded of Deku. Deku scoring the final shot. Scouts congratulating Deku even though they weren't there to see him. The earlier thirst for revenge returned with a new vigour.
"You okay?" Momo asked.
"I will be once the score is fucking settled."
Uraraka wakes up in the middle of the night to find Tsuyu's sleeping bag empty. She rubs her eyes and climbs out of her sleeping bag and moves towards the window.
Her eyes widen. Izuku and Tsuyu are standing underneath the tree that connects her house to Deku's. It was easy to climb down from the window because of it and she and Deku used to do it all the time when they were kids.
Tsuyu's looking down and Deku looks close to tears.
His uniform is clinging to him like a second skin and he's holding Tsu's elbows. They aren't speaking. She shrugs his hands off and wraps her arms around his waist and he buries his face in her neck.
Ochako turns away and slips back into her sleeping bag. She felt uncomfortable witnessing such an intimate moment but there was no way for her to not see it anymore.
She turned on her side, tugging the blanket up until it covered her mouth.
It must be nice to have a boy love you so strongly that your absence affects him so much. And not just any boy: Deku. The Deku that everyone loves.
The answer to Tsuyu's question is yes, yes, she has been in love before. With Deku. The Deku everyone loves.
A/N: Hey again, y'all! I hope you guys liked the beginning and felt like I kept them in character. Tell me your thoughts (what you liked, what you hated, and what you wanna see.) I have it all planned out so expect updates quickly. Come visit me on my tumblr: ttodomomos with your questions and what not. Until next time!