Hola mis amigos! How y'all doing? Ok, so here's how this is gonna go down. This is a series of BNHA unrelated one-shots (much like my umbrella academy one go check that out the link in description XD.) All of Class 1-A is living in the dorms together, and it's a bunch of fun little stories. Please suggest ideas that you would like to have my write, that would be a BIG HELP! It can be funny, sad, happy, and set in any time period you want. Thank you guys, and I hope you enjoy this first installment of hopefully many stories to come!
This is based on the anime, not the manga
Disclaimer: If I owned the freaking show season 4 would already be out
Summary: Somethings wrong with Deku, but the person he thought cared the least was the only one who noticed.
"Bakugou! Chill!" Kirishima cried, holding out his hands in a sign of surrender. "You need to clam. down."
"I AM CALM!" Bakugou roared. His hands were clenched into fists, and you could clearly see beads of sweat forming on his brow. Kirishima rolled his eyes.
"Yeah man, you're the poster boy for calm." He grabbed Bakugou's shoulders and led him over to the couch in the common area. "Just sit down and breath."
"I AM BREATHING!" The teen bellowed. "AND I CAN BREATH BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU COMBINED!" He pointed his finger accusingly at his classmates, who surrounded him with a concerned, yet amused, look on their faces. "IM SO MUCH BETTER THAN ALL OF YOU IN EVERY SINGLE WAY!" His eyes focused on Midoriya. "ESPECIALLY YOU, YOU DAMN NERD!" Midoriya, who at this point just looked so utterly done with this situation, brushed the comment away, rolling his eyes in frustration and making his way back up to his room. "DON'T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME!" Bakugou screamed. The only thing keeping Midoriya separated from certain doom was Kirishima's grip on Bakugou's shirt collar.
Midoriya waved his hand over his shoulder in a gesture of recognition back at Bakugou. "I am so to young for this." He murmured under his breath. As Midoriya approached the hallway to the boy's dorms, he could see a familiar shadow coming toward him. "Hey, Kamanari." He said, nodding in his friend's direction. "Just a normal Saturday night."
"Uh huh," Kamanari replied, raising an eyebrow at the sight before him. What happened this time?"
"We asked him to take out the trash," Kirishima answered, "and now he wants to murder Midoriya."
"I am SO done!" Midoriya yelled over his shoulder.
"AND YOU ARE SO DEAD!" Bakugou yelled back, trying to lunge forward to tackle the little green haired boy.
"DEKU DON'T PROVOKE HIM!" Uraraka cried, chasing after Midoriya. "You don't know how far he'll go he might actually murder you...!"
"I'm not gonna lose any sleep over it!" Midoriya yelled back at Bakugou, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"DEKU WHAT THE HELL DO YOU HAVE A DEATH WISH!?" Uraraka grabbed Midoriya's elbow and yanked him up the corridor and to his room. "Geez what is with you today?! Ok, we gotta barricade the doors to your room, maybe set up a few explosives while we're at it..." her voice trailed off as the two hurried off farther down the hallway. Bakugou watched the two scurry away, glaring daggers at the head of green curling bouncing in the distance.
"Hey, Bakugou?" Bakugou's head snapped toward Kirishima, whose grip on his shirt had loosened since Midoriya had left the room. "You're-you're not yelling anymore. Can you go take the trash out now?"
"Do it yourself, you so-called manly man." He growled, yanking his collar away from Kirishima. "I'm nobody's little slave."
"Bu-but it's your night to take it out!" Kirishima stuttered. If there was one line that nobody in Class 1-A crossed, it was questioning Kirishima's masculinity. Mineta had made a small insult towards Kirishima's muscles once, and as a result, Kirishima almost crushed himself with a 200-pound baby elephant (which the class speculated Kamanari might have something to do with) in order to prove Mineta that he did, in fact, have big manly muscles. From that day on, there was an unspoken rule between the classmates never to bring it up again. So naturally, at Bakugou's comment, Kirishima's mouth fell to the ground. The temperamental teen silently stood up from the couch and walked out of the room and down the hallway, Kirishima's petrified eyes following him all the way.
"I'm manly, right?" Kirishima muttered to his classmates, eyes darting across every one of them, looking for some reassurance. "Right?!"
"The manliest man I know, bro!" Kamanari cried, flashing his signature thumbs up, "and I'm sure everyone here would agree!"
"Really bro?"
"Really bro."
"Thanks, bro."
"You're so welcome, bro."
"How about you two 'bros' shut the hell up!" Bakugou cried over his shoulder. The class could practically feel him roll his eyes.
"Screw you!" Kamanari yelled back. "All you do is scream at people! You're not a real man!"
Bakugou smirked. "Like you would know," he replied, sending Kirishima, and this time Kamanari, into another spiral of self-doubt, as well as sending the rest of their classmates into a frenzy trying to convince him otherwise. "Losers" he murmured to himself. It was just too easy. Bakugou always knew what buttons to push, and at what time, sending whoever his bullying victim of the day was into a void of self-doubt and despair. He was practically a master. That's how he had gotten Deku to be so terrified of him even to this day.
"Speaking of that nerd..." Bakugou muttered. Something was off with that little pipsqueak, he was sure of it. His smile was lopsided, his hair all tangled, and he didn't even bat an eyelash at any of Bakugou death threats. "Someone's gotta teach him a little lesson about respect..." Smirking, the fiery teen stormed down the hallway and up the stairs to Deku's room, having every intention to bust through the door and strike a little fear into his heart, just like the good old days. As he approached the dorm room, the sadistic grin on his face only grew wider. Oh man, he was gonna enjoy this! Arriving at the wooden door labeled "Izuku Midoriya," Bakugou yanked the door open with so much force that the doorknob slammed against the wall, leaving a noticeable dent. Hands sparking in anticipation, he was ready to light the little bastard up. He had every intention to until he saw the state Deku's room, and for the matter, Deku himself was in. Bakugou's hands dropped to his sides, hanging limp and useless as he took in the sight before him. Deku's normally spotless room was not littered in liquor bottles. And sitting right in the middle of it, was a wasted little green haired boy.
Bakugou was unable to speak, unable to believe was he was seeing before him, unable to even comprehend what was happening.. All he seemed to be able to do was stand at the doorway, openmouthed and useless. The angry fire which had been burning inside of his not even seconds before had been extinguished with a new feeling. It made Bakugou's gut feel all twisty, and his heart feel all tight. Was it...worry?
"What the hell is happening." he breathed.
Midoriya turned his head lazily toward Bakugou's direction. "Oh, hey Kacchan!" He offered a drunken smile and held up a bottle of scotch, only half full. "You want some? It's gooooooooodddddd." He giggled playfully, holding the bottle out to Bakugou's direction. In response, Bakugou slapped it out of his hand.
"NO YOU BASTARD!" He cried. The reality of the situation hit him like a ton of bricks. Deku was drinking. Deku. The kid who literally cried over spilled milk. "You're DRINKING?! I DIDN'T THINK YOU COULD BE SO STUPID!" Bakugou stalked towards Midoriya. Gone was his evil grin, replaced by grim determination. "What the HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!"
Midoriya snorted. "You sound like my mom," He giggled. "Mommy mommy mommy mommy." He blew raspberry at Bakugou, catching his childhood friend off guard. "Can I have my bottle back please?" He gestured limply to the bottle of scotch Bakugou had thrown across the room. "Pweeeease?" He asked again, shooting Bakugou the puppy dog eyes. "PLEEEEEASEEEE?!"
"NO YOU IDIOT!" Bakugou screamed. He stomped over to the bottle Midoriya had been drinking, and with a squeeze of a hand, it was nothing but ash. "GET YOUR FUCKING HEAD OUT OF THE CLOUDS! YOU. CAN'T. DRINK! WE'RE 16!"
Midoriya, seemingly not bothered at all by the alcohol Bakugou just destroyed, tilted his head in a confused puppy manner. "I don't understand, Kacchan. I see you drink all the time!"
"WELL, YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE BETTER THAN ME YOU DAMN IDIOT! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE THE SANE ONE, THE ONE THAT DOESN'T DRINK AWAY ALL OF HIS PROBLEMS!" Bakugou glared at his classmate. "YOU'RE ALWAYS WHINING ABOUT HOW YOU WANNA BECOME THE NUMBER ONE HERO! WELL THEN STOP BEING STUPID AND STOP ACTING LIKE ME!" Bakugou took one deep breath, a roared the loudest he'd ever roared in his life. "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE BETTER!"
Midoriya raised an eyebrow. "Huhhhhh...? Wait, you think I started drinking because I wanted to be like you?" He scratched his head comically, tilting his head to the other side. "I mean, I got the idea from you, sure. It always made you look so...happy and carefree." All of Midoriya's puppy-like features suddenly hardened, morphing his face into a mask of pain and regret. "You wanna know why I drink?" Midoriya laughed. "It's because of you, Bakugou."
The sound of his real name coming out of Deku's mouth and not his silly little nickname make Bakugou's blood run cold. "What the hell are you talking about." He replied. It was becoming harder and harder to keep up his tough guy act. He didn't know why it hurt him to see Deku like this, he hated that damn nerd. The reality of the situation was, he should be enjoying this moment. But he wasn't. He couldn't.
"I'm talking about you Bakugou! This whole...situation! It's all because of you!. You and your stupid tricks, your stupid bullying, and your stupid SHITTY ATTITUDE!" Midoriya screamed that last part with so much force, Bakugou almost took a step back. Almost.
"SO WHAT YOU DAMN NERD!" he roared back. "I'VE BEEN DOING ALL OF THAT STUFF TO YOU FOR YEARS! DON'T GO HAVING A STUPID MENTAL BREAKDOWN ABOUT IT NOW!"
"Bakugou, shut up." a deafening silence filled the room.
"What?" Bakugou growled, ready to tear that nerd apart limb from limb. "What did you SAY TO ME?!"
"Just...just shut up." Midoriya's tear-filled eyes stared up at the red-faced teenager. And for once in his life, Bakugou listened. He had too. He just stood wordlessly just inside the doorway, held in place by those irresistible green eyes. God, he hated those eyes. All of those years he had known Deku, and he still had yet to witness anyone withstand the power of the puppy dog eyes. "Listen, I'm not the same kid that you used to bully and boss around anymore, ok? I've grown."
"Yeah? Well, you sure don't seem like it." Bakugou grumbled, crossing his arms. "You're sitting here drowning out your problems with bottles of vodka."
"Bakugou, just listen."
Bakugou squirmed at Deku using his real name rather than the silly childhood one. It felt...unnatural.
"I've learned to stand up for myself, and what it really means to be a hero."
"Oh shut up." Bakugou sighed, rolling his eyes. "I don't need any of that sentimental shit right now."
Midoriya offered a sarcastic, wasted smile and carried on. "While UA has helped me become a better person, and a better hero, it's done the opposite for you." Bakugou was silent. Midoriya continued. "While I've made friends and learned how to control my quirk, your temper has just gotten worse and worse over time. So much to the point where you snap at me for doing as little as being within five feet of you." Bakugou didn't deny it. He'd be an idiot to. He knew what he did to Deku, but it was what he had always done. Why was that little shit being so damn sensitive right now? "Well, I can't take that anymore. I try to be nice and what do you do? You try to practically kill me on a daily basis." Midoriya smiled a watery smile. "So, I did what any normal person would've done a long time ago." Bakugou's breath hitched in his throat. He had an idea where this was going, and it was nowhere good. Midoriya sighed in defeat. "I broke. You finally broke me, Bakugou. Are you proud of yourself? After all these years." A tear slipped silently down Midoriya's cheek. "You finally did it."
The room was dead silent. All Bakugou could see was his broken childhood friend surrounded by alcohol and beer bottles. "I'm just so tired, Bakugou." Midoriya's voice broke violently. "I'm tired of your insults, all of your teasing comments, and the sheer hatred that you have for me." Midoriya forced a laugh. "Of course, I'll never stop giving up on you. But that doesn't mean I can't give up on myself." Midoriya's eyes traveled around the room, glancing at all of the empty bottles piled around him before locking eyes with Bakugou. "I see you drinking all the time. You know, when you're sad and angrier than usual." Midoriya gave a little chuckle. "So I figured, 'Hey, If I get drunk enough, then I won't be able to feel a thing.'" Midoriya cracked a pained smile, holding out his liquor stained hand for Bakugou to see. "Guess that didn't work either."
"You bastard..." Bakugou clenched his fists. He could feel the temperature of his hands rising to a dangerous level, but he didn't care. "Why do you think I give you such a hard time!? Why do you think I hate your guts more than anyone else on this godforsaken planet?!" Bakugou glared at the cowering teen in the middle of the room. He had bags under his eyes, and the usual sparkle that surrounded him was completely gone. He wasn't Deku anymore. He was a shell, a god damn shell of that annoying, infuriatingly cheerful nerd. And that was what made Bakugou snap. "IT'S BECAUSE IM JEALOUS OF YOU, OK?!"
Silence rang throughout the room like church bells. The two teens faced each other, one practically foaming at the mouth and the other looking up at his childhood friend in awe and confusion. "Me...?" Midoriya asked quietly, pointing to himself. "Why?"
"BECAUSE YOU'RE SO DAMN GOOD AT EVERYTHING YOU BASTARD! YOU'RE AN INFURIATINGLY JOYFUL, GEEKY, AVERAGE LOOKING, PATHETIC NERD WITH A HEART OF GOLD!" Bakugou lunged forward at Deku, grabbing his shirt collar and pulling him nose to nose. "It's been painfully obvious since that damn day I manifested my quirk that you were going to do something great," he growled. "Even when I made fun of you, even when I bullied you, even when I did everything in my power to keep you down, you still always got up. You wanted to help people, no matter what. And it is so fucking annoying, so annoying that no matter what I do you ALWAYS end up better than me!" Bakugou released his grip on Midoriya's shirt collar, sending himself falling on his butt in the middle of the room. The two just stared at each other, neither moving.
"Kacchan, what are you talking about?" Midoriya mumbled, tilting his head to the side.
"What do you think I'm talking about you bastard," Bakugou mumbled, taking a sudden interest in the carpet. "You've got a heart made of fucking gold, while I take pleasure in beating the shit out of people. You're a nerdy, average looking little shit and still, you manage to make friends with practically everyone, while I'm too much of an asshole to even let people get remotely close to me." Bakugou scoffed. "Except for that bastard Kirishima." He cleared his throat. "And your quirk..." Bakugou lifted his head from the floor and stared STRAIGHT at Midoriya, sending chills running down his spine. "You didn't have one for like 10 FUCKING YEARS! For ONCE I thought I had beaten you at something, yet STILL, you manage to end up with One For All?! The quirk that fucking ALL MIGHT HIMSELF has?!"
"Kacchan..."
"Save your pity, dumbass," Bakugou grumbled, getting up from his position on the floor. "I shared my feelings, yay, good for me!" He rolled his eyes. "Whatever I do, whether you try to or not, you always manage to do it better than me. Every. Single. Time. And that pisses me off. So I try and keep you down. I try and snuff out that annoying little flame of hope and determination that you have inside, but it never FUCKING WORKS!" Bakugou spun around to face Midoriya, causing the green haired boy stumbling back in surprise. "Don't think this little confession session changes anything between us, Deku. Because it doesn't." Bakugou stared intently at Midoriya for a moment. The hatred (though mixed with a little worry) in his eyes was unmistakable. And with that last exchange, the explosive teenager strolled casually across the room and to the door. "Oh, and Deku," Bakugou stopped at the threshold and glanced over his shoulder at Midoriya. "Stop fucking drinking you bastard, or I'm gonna have to beat some sense into you myself." With a slight smirk, he trudged out of the room as if nothing happened
As Bakugou rounded the corner, Midoriya finally cracked a smile. Not a fake one or a sad one, a real, genuine smile. "Ok, Kacchan," he whispered. "I'll stop."
wellllll? How was itttttt? I'm always up for constructive criticism and such. I know I'm sucky on punctuation and what not but EHHHHH WHATEVER AM I RIGHT? XDXD. This story is a series of unrelated one-shots, so in the next addition to this 'book' i guess, this will never have happened (cause it's a series of unrelated one-shots ._.) unless you want me to continue this particular story in another chapter. Anyway, I'm begging you to please request chapters that you would like to see me write, cause I'm uncreative and I'll run out of ideas in like 3 chapters XD. It can be in any time period with any plot, and any type of story (happy, sad, mad, drama, etc.) One thing I will not do, however, is write steamy romance. That shit is DISGUSTANG XD. Anyway, thanks for reading! See you later my children!