Author claims no rights to Hero Academia or any affiliated licenses. Credit to the creator and yadda, yadda. Plot bunny that wouldn't leave. Author is changing states and will be sporadic at best.
Rated M for all those things that make us laugh, and possibly cry. You know how it goes. Some of this should be taken very lightly.
WARNING: GENDERBENT IZUKUx Bakugou
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She'd worked her tail off to be here. To be standing in this dimly lit underground complex (which she was rather surprised existed, but then again it was a villain hide-out). Izuku had worked for years just to get to this exact moment in time. She had a decent agency representing her, she had control (mostly) over One-for-all, her quirk that came with the high price of sweat, blood, and tears. The amount of physical pain and punishment her body had endured, was not for the faint of heart. All Might had known her pain.
Truthfully, she had loved the man with all her heart. He was the first to ever re-affirm her dreams of being a hero. He was the one that helped her carve those bits of hope and whimsy into a real life path. He was gone now, All Might had died, in a haze of battle and glory. That is how she would always remember him. No matter what others said, to her, he had died victorious.
Yet, here she was, without her agency sponsored mentor, on her full hero's license, facing off against a Villaness that possessed a form of a mind control quirk. Doubtlessly, she was affiliated with Shigaraki. Izuku narrowed her gaze at the woman, dressed in a gothic-Lolita style huntress outfit. She snorted in distaste. It wasn't exactly a flattering look on the pinched face and thin frame of the woman, but in her inner-nerd moments, she did admit that 'Exquirentibus Veritatem' was a little cool. Honestly, she'd seen better, but this wasn't the worst bad-girl she'd faced. So, it was coming out to be a draw for her today.
Or, at least, it was...
Until Bakugou came crashing in through the wall with one of his explosions.
Izuku almost was unable to contain the groan that left her lips at the sight of him.
"Fuck you too." He snarled, noticing her in her uniform. "Shit-for-brains Deku."
She was completely unfazed by the insult. They were sort of... okay? Lately, after All Might passed, and they had a sort of mutual understanding. Kind of. Alright, they most definitely didn't hate each other anymore. Not that Izuku had every actually hated Bakugou. Kaachan was... complicated. Like her feelings for him. So she shut that away in the deepest corners of her mind and never allowed it out unless she was completely alone.
They hardly even interacted with each other anymore, and that was for the best. Really.
"You're too late to save her," Veritatem sneered with her hawk-like nose in the air, an expression of superiority clung to her features.
Oh, Izuku was going to enjoy this far more than she should.
"Who the fuck are you talking to, bitch?" Bakugou snapped, his crimson gaze was honed in on Izuku and then toward the Villaness. "Like I care what happens to this shit-stain."
Hm, 'shit-stain' was a new one. She'd have to file that way for later.
"I'm your opponent here," Izuku interjected, allowing the carefree looking smile to stretch across her face. Though internally, she knew instinctively that everything was about to go down. Hero training 101, irk the villain so that they focus on you. It minimizes civilian involvement. Not that it helped much, when the whack-job Lolita was attempting to hide behind the scientists she had captured. What Tomura wanted with them, Inzuku's mind was already whirling with possible answers.
Veritatem grinned wickedly in response.
"Yes, yes. I haven't forgotten you." Her eyes seemed to swirl in the middle as she stared Inzuku down. "Now tell me," she commanded.
Inzuku felt it twist in her thoughts.
OBEY.
This was stronger than Shinso's power. Well, crap... this was not going to be fun.
Izuku grit her teeth, trying to fight it, to jolt herself out of the control, yet her body would not respond. One-for-all would not activate.
CRRRAAAAAAPPPP.
"Tell you what?" She questioned softly, her voice felt as if it were far away.
"Oi, what the hell-" Bakugou snarled, starting forward, only to back up when his mentoring hero appeared from the newly-made whole in the wall. The dust swirled around him.
"Wait! She has hostages," the aged pro hissed with his keen eyes staring at the frightened faces before them.
"Tell me your darkest secrets." Veritatem demanded, her swirling eyes felt as if they were swallowing Inzuku whole. "The thing you don't want villans to know."
'Oh no,' Izuku thought with cold terror washing down her spine. She knew exactly what the woman was after. Knowledge on Izuku's quirk. 'No, no, no, no,' her mind repeated like a mantra. She couldn't divulge the secret of inheriting One-for-all to anyone. She'd never even told another soul. Only Grand Torino and Recovery Girl knew. Izuku had taken her oath very seriously to All Might. Her lips parted, as her brain fought against her iron clad will.
No, this couldn't-
She couldn't!
Her lungs drew breath, and Izuku raged against the turmoil inside of her. Not like this. No one must know. She had to protect that secret with her life. Had to-
And idea flashed across her mind, the command was to tell her darkest secret, the one she wouldn't want anyone to know. Well she had two of those. With an insurmountable push of her will against her brain, she substituted one secret for another.
"I-" Izuku started.
"Snap the fuck out of it Deku!" Bakugou screamed, his crimson gaze was boring into her.
Kaa-chan was likely going to murder her after this anyway. Pity, she hadn't found an apprentice yet.
The Villaness laughed hauntingly.
"Tell me," She commanded once more.
"I fantasize about Katuski all of the time."
Said male hero suddenly froze, his foot was poised in mid-air to try and save the hostages.
Izuku could already see how her funeral was going to play out. She hoped her mom ordered the nicest flowers, after all, you only died once. Maybe her agency would pay for them? Would Grand Torino hit on her mother? She hoped now. That would be so creepy, but not out of the realm of possibility.
The Villaness blinked, and Izuku was still firmly under her hold.
"W-what?" She looked as startled as Bakugou.
"Like all the time," Midoriya continued in a perfectly serious tone, the same way she began most of her long rants. " Different places, different positions. Standing up, sitting down, on my old school desk, though personally my favorite is thinking about his room. I'm not 100% sure why though. Maybe it has something to do with being in 'his territory' or something?"
The Villaness' jaw dropped in mortification and horror. Midoriya was slightly hopeful that maybe Kaa-chan would just pass out, because she wasn't certain he was breathing anymore.
"I touched myself in the shower over him just this morning, and it wasn't the first time. I would let this guy just wreck me. Multiple times. Honestly, in my head it seems like it would be pretty passionate."
The aged pro hero made a noise. What sort, Izuku could only guess, but it was probably a cross between amusement and disgust. Bakugou was doing an excellent imitation of a statute, and the hostages were actually so interested in what she was saying, that even some of the women were blushing at Izuku's frankness.
"I often wonder if it would be 'toe-curling' sex, like what Uravity describes, but I am not actually sure what that would be like. A lot of people think that he'd be rough in bed, But, to me, he seems like the steamy tantric-sex sort. Not that I've ever experienced that either. However, I think about it every time that he flashes that smile that he give when someone's told a really good joke. Before he goes off and explodes the place."
"Stop," Veritatem muttered weakly, "please stop."
Every face in the dim underground was red, or pale with shock. After all, 'Deku' had a really wholesome image, and here she was, spouting about banging The most hot-headed hero in the business. And, what most did not know, what that he'd made Midoryia's life a hell for a long time. However, for some reason, that did not stop her brain from imagining all sorts of wild encounters.
It wasn't a command. Midoryia winced internally, that meant she couldn't stop yet. Which meant 'King Explosion Murder' over there was truly going to live up to his title, as soon as he started blinking again.
"I have to tell you all of it," Izuku intoned with a slightly flat voice. "You wanted my darkest secret."
Internally she was burying her head in mortification, her spirit was trying to claw out its eyeballs with a rusty soup spoon. She was never going to live this down.
"That thing he does, where he gets a little physical and we fight? That turns me on too, just a little though, because I am not a masochist and not into pain. But the dominance thing does it for me. I think it has to do with-"
"STOP!" The Villaness commanded shrilly, unable to look at the up and coming hero. "That was way more than I wanted to know!"
Izuku felt the control over her snap. Her eyes narrowed balefully, and she acted on instinct. Her legs spurred her onward and her body whipped around to allow a wicked right hook to crash into the other woman's face.
"S-secure the hostages," the old pro roared, his cheeks tinted red as well, but his attention turned toward the explosive hero, who's eye was twitching at a rapid rate.
"...what the absolute fuck Deku?" he whispered, though the ferocity of it was spoiled by the way his crimson gaze sliced across the room toward her.
Plan A: Pretend not to remember.
She hated using subterfuge, but she might survive if she did. So, her dilemma was rather obvious. She widened her eyes and tilted her head, giving an adorably confused look, one that Uraraka had helped her perfect just a year ago. She did her best to appear utterly cluless.
"What? Did you want to take her out?"
He lurched back, his gaze staring at her intently, scrutinizing every inch of her face.
"You don't remember what you just said, you God-Damn ass-wipe?"
... ugh, this guy was just amazing for her ego, but shew as well-used to Kaa-chan.
"Remember what?" She whipped her gaze over toward the Pro that came with Kaa-chan, beseechingly. The older man flushed, and coughed into his hand.
"Remember what?!" Izuku played up with a very convincing tone.
Bakugou only stared at her. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, and did her best to ignore it. Not that it was entirely possible. Fortunetly for her, her ear piece buzzed and she gratefully answered.
"Deku, checking in."
"Deku, have you secured the hostages?"
"Yes, the hostages are secure, all accounted for, according to the reports. And the Villan has been neutralized."
She certainly had, her face was partially embedded int he wall. Midoryia had to really struggle to feel some sort of pity for her.
"She had some sort of mind-control quirk.-"
Midoryia blinked, as she noticed that Bakugou was still... just standing there... staring at her...
She firmly committed back to Plan A. She knew absolutely nothing. She'd take this secret to her grave, just like All-For-One.
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Izuku Midoryia should have known that it was impossible to ignore Katsuki Bakugou. He made it all the more apparent that he would not be ignored, when partially singed flowers found their way to her desk at the agency. Grimly, she steeled her reaction, and poked at the vase with a pen. It did not explode at her, which was ... good. Of course that was 'good', just unexpected.
Her bright green eyes scanned over the plain white envelope that came with it. She weighed the options heavily, muttering to herself about all the horrible things that could be written inside of it. However, Izuku caved after some inquisitive glances from her fellow heroes.
"Admirer," she said sheepishly, lying through her teeth, knowing that it was likely a death note or an invitation to her own funeral. She still wanted a nice one. Not too nice, but nice enough.
She pushed her focus back to the card. She took a deep breath and pulled it from the envelope. Her suspicions were high, and her hackles were up. However, her curiosity won out, and she finally opened the card to look at what was written.
'Fuck you, Deku'
The current holder of One-for-all blinked in confusion. Was it an insult, a promise, or a threat? Not that it mattered, She doubted Bakugou would try to come kick her ass. The backlash alone would be a nightmare.
She briefly though of calling Uraraka, but decided against it. This was Kaa-chan. He'd forget about it later, when his adoring fans were swarming all over him. Or he'd pretend it never happened, just like she was. Izuku had about 16 years of self-denial working in her favor at the moment. Yeah he'd put it out of his mind, completely. Yeah...
She really should have known better.
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Deku, the up and coming hero shivered. Her skin prickled with a feeling of awareness, and she turned her head to look directly into a pair of crimson eyes. Eyes that looked as if they were about to devour her whole.
A nervous smile stretched at her lips.
"Hey... there... King Explosion," she said awkwardly.
'Don't blush, you don't remember anything. Nothing!'
He walked, well he strutted really, over to her. His eyes did not change, in fact they and his grin took on a more feral appearance. A hungry appearance.
"Deku," her former rival, bully, friend, and current hero ally purred at her.
...ummm... that... was... what?
She worried that Plan A might be failing her.
She glanced away, praying somewhere a scream would start that would make it so she could escape. Where was that Shikigari jackass when she actually needed a villain to come popping out of the freaking wood-work? She shifted, not away from Bakugou but to relieve the tension in her body. Being around him made her feel like a spring was coiling in her stomach, ready to snap.
"It's so funny," she continued on as if this were not the strangest time she'd actually ever spent with Kaa-chan. "I've been running into you a bunch lately. How odd, right?"
The nervous chuckle that escaped her, honestly, could not be helped. Nor the way her eyes widened when he reached out and pushed her mask upward, the green that she usually saw in her periphery was suddenly gone. The black mask around his eyes stood out prominently against the crimson orbs boring into her. His other hand made its way to tip her chin up.
... Her mind tipped straight for the gutter, but she ahd the feeling that she'd just unleashed some sort of monumental force.
"You'll be seeing more of me,"
She blinked. Her mind turned blank, and while it was rebooting, she said the stupidest thing she could.
"Okay."
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"What do you mean, you're being hunted?" Uravity's voice filtered through the phone.
Midoriya titled her head, trying to think of a way to explain it.
"Just what I said," she insisted to her best girl friend. "I can't shake this feeling-"
"I'm sure its nothing. I mean, come on, Hot head has really tamed down since school."
Izuku, for some reason, just wasn't so sure.