Warning: Bakugou is a violent guy

A/N: First of all, thank you so so so much to everyone who followed, favorited, reviewed, and read this story! I love and appreciate you all so much and honestly I probably read every single review at least 10 times with a dopey smile on my face because you guys make me so happy and I'm so happy I made you guys laugh! I'll respond to a few of your reviews in the bottom author's notes, so for now, I hope you enjoy the second chapter!

EDIT: I messed up the first time and all instances of "Rikido" have been changed with "Sato" for consistency purposes.

He's been mulling over his rejection for a day now. And getting him to think things over for this long is nothing short of a miracle.

Because he's a genius. He can solve things as fast as he can explode them.

But this time he's got to think about this shit. When she rejected him, when he decided to become a good fucking boy and be the most kind-hearted piece of shit there ever was, he realized something.

He, Bakugou Katsuki, is in a hostage situation. The hostage, in this situation, being his heart.

And the captor: Uraraka Ochako.

This is going to require careful negotiation.

Lying in bed, he instinctively begins to set off a few tiny explosions, for which he's going to have to kill himself for later when he has to clean the ashes off his sheets. But see, for him, explosions also help him think — there are many healing properties of explosions that work exclusively, yet nonsensically, for Bakugou Katsuki.

But back onto the terms of the hostage situation: he's gotta befriend his wholeass class or his chances with Uraraka are forever murdered. And because the only reason she gave for rejecting him was that he's not...the...best person in the world...that means that if he does become a better person, she'll have to like him.

(No, Bakugou, that's really not it.)

"Alright!" he exclaims, stubbornly ignoring any backtalk which may somehow poke its way into his brain. Clenching his fist, he extinguishes his quirk beneath. To start his mission off, only one person comes to mind.

Katsuki storms into the common room, the glare in his eyes practically signaling to the other students that he would be willing to push anything and, more importantly, anyone out of the way if necessary. So like the rational human beings the rest of them are, the class 1-A students begin to slowly inch away from Katsuki and his murderous aura.

"Dude, what exactly happened between Bakugou and Uraraka-san yesterday?" He hears someone whisper.

"Dude, I would totally tell you but then I'd die," a voice not at all unlike Kirishima's whispers back.

It's Kirishima's lucky day. He's not going to tell shit and he's still gonna die.

Oh fuck, wait.

Katsuki's supposed to play nice here.

He takes a few hasty breaths. Balls his hands into fists and then relaxes them again over and over. At one point, he even closes his eyes. Slowly but surely, he manages to dial down his killing intent from a ninety-four to a seventy-six.

And before you inevitably say, "That's, like, almost zero change," you must consider this is Bakugou Katsuki we're talking about. Any killing intent below a ninety percent is an improvement for him, and he's managed to take it down below eighty. It's really a miraculous occasion here.

"Which one of you" —Katsuki bares his teeth; because even with a diluted desire for murder, he still chooses to act like he was never properly civilized— "eats sugar?"

Silence.

More silence.

Damn, that's a whole lotta silence.

"Uh, Bakugou," someone finally chirps. It's Pinky. "I don't think a single one of us doesn't eat sugar."

He's taken aback. What are these people? Stupid? "You know what I mean!" he yells. Because unfortunately, the term "indoor voice" doesn't apply to a boy who can easily turn any place into the outdoors with some sweat and a flick of the wrist.

But Pinky's unfazed. Rather, she's confused. Lifting a finger to her cheek in a state of deep thinking trance, she responds with, "No, Bakugou. We really don't know what you mean."

Katsuki begins to gesticulate madly, because he's at a loss for words. "You know!" He desperately reaches into the non-swear-words section of his lexicon in hopes that he can formulate a more descriptive sentence. But honestly, what the fuck is there more to say? Dude eats sugar. There should only be one guy like that if Uraraka chose to single the guy out. So why are all his classmates playing dumb? Why doesn't anything ever go as planned for Katsuki? "The guy! Who eats sugar!"

"Like I'm saying, Bakugou, we all have a sweet tooth here."

"Yeah, yeah, fucking whatever. But this guy's different. He-"

"Are you talking about Sato-kun?"

Katsuki has to physically bite back the urge to go, "Who?" because he knows who that (cute) voice belongs to.

Uraraka Ochako.

Fuck, who let her into the common room?

"Yeah. Him." Katsuki's voice is gruff but that's only to hide the fact he's already forgotten the name Uraraka had just said. "Do any of you know where he is?"

Kirishima and Uraraka exchange looks. As far as Katsuki knows, they're the only two people who know what happened yesterday, and the collective expression on both their faces say, "Oh no. What is he up to?"

He's up to some good, that's what's up.

Before anyone can foolishly warn her against answering him though, Pinky replies, "Um...I haven't seen him lately, so he's probably in his room."

"Where's that?"

"Fifth floor."

"Alright." He turns around and waves a lazy goodbye. Act as nonchalantly as possible, Katsuki. "Thanks."

As he's leaving, however, he hears two very distinct:

"Holy SHIT, did he just say thanks?"

"Seriously Uraraka, what exactly happened yesterday?"

But before he can even process those comments in his head, the elevator doors shut in his face and he's whisked away to the fifth floor through the power of technology.

And now, he's here.

Okay, breathe, motherfucker. You can't just back out before phase one even begins.

He walks around the hall, taking a peek at every door until he finds himself standing outside a room that he's pretty sure is Sugar Dude's, considering he can see the dude baking some shit inside it.

And to be very honest, thank fuck the guy's door was open because when he came up here, he didn't actually know which room Sugar Dude's was; and he also forgot the guy's name, so it's not like reading the name plaques or floor plan would have helped much either. If the door hadn't been open, Katsuki would have had to guess which room Sugar Dude's was with only a twenty percent rate of success and, considering Katsuki's history with getting randomly kidnapped by villains, he's not statistically the luckiest son of a bitch there ever was.

Don't tell his mom he said that. She'll kill him.

Katsuki takes a shaky breath. The idea of his mother utterly decimating him is a way scarier image than any fucking dude at this school.

Taking one last breath, Katsuki finally works up the nerve to poke his head into Sugar Dude's room. "Yo," Katsuki says. "You're that guy, right? The one who eats sugar."

Sugar dude is a buff dude. And fucking tall. The guy's wearing a tank top and basketball shorts and from this ensemble, Katsuki can tell he's never skipped an arm or leg day in his life. If Katsuki weren't the big Explodey McBoomBoom man himself, then he's sure Sugar Dude could snap him in fucking half.

"Uh…" Sugar Dude gulps and gives an almost silent yet very nervous laugh. For all the buffness this guy has, he seems to be recoiling into himself. In fact, he's shrinking under Katsuki's gaze.

And why wouldn't he be? At this point, Katsuki realizes he's staring down Sugar Dude like this is the first time he's ever seen him.

To be fair, this might actually be the first time Katsuki's ever taken a good look at the guy.

"Look." Katsuki sighs. An I'm-Not-Here-To-Hurt-You-Unless-You-Choose-To-Be-An-Idiot kind of sigh. "I just wanted to talk to you, is all."

Finally, Sugar Dude's tense muscles begin to visibly relax. "Oh." Sugar Dude slowly loses the traces of fear in his face, but the hint of awkwardness is still there, as he subconsciously begins to rub the back of his neck. "I was just surprised, Bakugou. I didn't know you knew my quirk."

"Yeah." Katsuki huffs.

There's a second of silence.

And then Katsuki's eyes widen.

He needs to continue the conversation. But how? He can't just go on by asking if Sugar Dude knows his quirk because of course the guy knows his quirk. It's the best quirk around and he's also top of the class.

(And also they're in second semester and probably the only person who hasn't paid attention to anyone else's quirks all year is him, Bakugou Katsuki.)

That aside, what the fuck is he supposed to say now? Is he supposed to call Sugar Dude by name? Ask about his hobbies? Talk about how his sugar intake might lead to health concerns in the future, such as tooth decay and heart disease? What the fuck is Katsuki supposed to talk about here? No one's ever taught him social cues.

Fucking whatever. Let's just start with the easiest one: the name.

Oh wait.

Shit.

Katsuki's forgotten that he forgot the guy's name.

He's beginning to sweat now. And it's not the good kind of sweating from a goodass workout, no. It's the panicking kind of sweaty.

The fuck did Kirishima and Uraraka call him again? Taekwondo? Banjo Moe? Tree...cko? Oh wait. No. He's got it. Heh. Katsuki subtly wipes the beads of sweat from his forehead and smirks — he's such a motherfucking genius it's almost terrifying.

"Yeah, of course I know your quirk...Sad...Toe…"

Upon hearing that, Sugar Dude's face falls. And then he does the impossible — he somehow manages to bend the laws of both physics and the universe itself to give Katsuki a disapproving side look all while directly facing him. "It's Sato," he deadpans.

"..."

"..."

"...Yeah that's what I fu...that's what I said."

"...So, uh…" Sato pauses. Awkwardly licks his lips. Hums a little to fill the silence in the room. But because Katsuki doesn't know his fucking social cues, it still winds up being — what the fuck was his name again? Oh, that's right — Sato to make the first move here. "So...Bakugou...what did you want to...talk...about?"

"Uh…" And in that moment, Katsuki swears his entire mind goes blank. "Yeah, uh…" Oh shit did he just black out for a second there? "'Kay cool. It's been a good talk." Katsuki swivels around on his feet. "Bye."

And he leaves.

Because he's a dumbass.

By the time the sun's set and it's night again, Katsuki has been thinking all day. On his bed. Again.

He's got to reformulate his plan of attack, because today he just wasn't...prepared.

Sato. Sato. Sato.

Katsuki's gotta keep repeating that name to himself or he's going to forget what the hell the guy's name is.

Sato. Sato. Sato.

He's even written down the guy's name several times in his notebook. Except he doesn't really take notes, so half of his notebook's contents already is just him writing "Sato" over and over.

It totally makes him look like a creep.

Sato. Sato. Sato.

How the fuck do people make friends? What good is a friend anyway? All you need is someone to train with and you're set for fucking life.

Shit but seriously, how is he supposed to approach this situation? Hot fucking damn does escaping this hostage situation require him meeting so many fucking demands.

Okay, so to get a basic understanding of how he should go about this, he should begin a list of all the things he knows about the guy.

1. His name is Sato.

2. His quirk has something to do with sugar.

3. He's buff.

4. He's tall.

5. He's in Katsuki's class.

Alright, so Katsuki knows five things about the guy. However, if you exclude all the useless information, you're left with only one thing Katsuki knows about the guy. And it's that his quirk has something...to do with...sugar. Which is...information...Katsuki's known since yesterday.

So in conclusion, today he's made zero fucking progress.

Great job, assclown.

Alright then, with the one piece of information given, how the fuck can he play nice with this guy? All he does is chow down on some fucking sweets.

Okay, so sweet things. Maybe that'll give him some ideas.

Katsuki's List of Things That Are Sweet:

1. Sugar.

2. Mochi.

3. Cake.

4. Basically all desserts.

5. The taste of victory.

6. Uraraka's personality.

7. Uraraka's voice.

8. Uraraka's smile.

Oh shit. Went on a tangent there. He's not blushing at all, though. No. Absolutely not.

But fucking shit do feelings suck, and his are unrequited for fuck's sake. Honestly, he wishes getting into her good graces were easier than being a friendly fuck but it's not like he can buy his way into her heart.

Buying his way into her heart.

Buying.

Buy.

Katsuki's face suddenly morphs into the most shit-eating expression it's ever made, and it's all because he finally has an idea:

Bribery.

The next day, Katsuki storms into the common room with a suspiciously pink box in hand after a suspicious one-stop trip to the outside.

"What's with the box, Bakugou?" The fucking...uh — who is this dude? — Pikachu guy asks.

Well, since Katsuki doesn't know the guy's name, he supposes the best course of action is to just ignore the dude's question altogether. "Where's Sato?" he asks.

"Hey Bakugou," someone says from directly behind him and right into his ear.

Needless to say, Katsuki almost blows up the dorm out of shock.

"Who the fu-"

"Bakugou! There's something sweet in the box, right?" When Katsuki turns around to face whatever dumbass chose to pull that stunt with him, he finds himself face to face with Pinky. She's sniffing really loudly. "I smell something really good in there," she says, pointing to his pink box.

What the shit? Look, Katsuki has no idea about anyone's quirks save for like, five people — one of them being himself — but he's pretty sure a good sense of smell has nothing to do with Pinky's quirk.

"What's in the box?" she asks, already reaching for it before the last word escapes her lips.

Did no one at this school ever learn their fucking manners?

Oh wait, he goes to this school.

Maybe people here really don't have manners then.

"It's not for you," is all Katsuki can respond with, though. Seeing the glint in her eyes, he raises the box above him and out of her grasp.

"Then it's for Sato-san, right?" Pinky's drooling now, and she's even hopping up and down trying to reach the box. "But Bakugou, it smells really good. Can you give it to me instead?"

"No." Katsuki glares at her. Hey, if it's not technically confrontational, he's still technically playing nice, right? Also, fuck she jumps really high. "Where's Sato?" Katsuki begins jumping in tandem to her jumps because otherwise, there's no way she wouldn't get the cake.

"If you give me what's in the box, I'll tell you!" She's jumping higher and higher now and Katsuki's worried that if this conversation continues, she might actually reach it. But after a few minutes of this — she's not ranked high in her athletic abilities for nothing, apparently — she finally stops her antics. And pouts. "He's in the kitchen."

Katsuki sighs and immediately stalks off to where Pinky says they are without even bothering to spit out any parting words. And yes, he does look like kind of a jerk in doing that, but actually, it's not because he wants to look 'cool' this time. No, he just doesn't want to let it be known that all of that bouncing up and down got him just a little out of breath.

But on the other side of the common room is the open kitchen, where he sure enough sees Sato and Pointy Head. As in the guy whose head looks like a rock — and not in the way that Kirishima has a brain like a rock. No, this guy's head is literally shaped like a rock.

Who the fuck is this guy?

….Not important.

"Sato." Katsuki slams his pink box on the counter. "I got you this." Opening up the box to reveal five slices of cake, his next line is basically an order: "Eat."

Actually, Katsuki was only going to buy one big cake, but he didn't know which flavor Sato would like. So when he was at the bakery, he ended up buying one chocolate, one strawberry, one vanilla, one green tea, and one fruit flavor.

See, Uraraka? He's already becoming more considerate.

In theory, that is.

Because in response to Katsuki's demand, Pointy Head's sweating and his facial expression all but screams, "Oh my goodness, Bakugou-san's trying to poison Sato-san."

Meanwhile the recipient of the gift, Sato, is just plain confused. "Bakugou, yesterday you came to my room to talk to me and today you're giving me a cake." Sato kind of squints at Katsuki, as if trying to scrutinize his intentions. "Is something up?"

"No." Katsuki points — rather pathetically — at the slices of cake again. "Eat."

And then, Katsuki smells it. A wafting scent of sweetness permeating the air. A drool-inducing aroma that isn't coming from his cakes.

Katsuki's eyes furiously dart around the room trying to figure out where the smell could possibly be coming from. Not the countertops (there's nothing on them). Not the cupboards (those are closed). Not the fridge (that's closed too). Not the ground (that would be unsanitary).

And then he finally finds what he's looking for — resting calmly on the palms of Sato's hands is a giant pile of betrayal.

This buff fuck decided to bake a cake and not tell Katsuki.

Well, Katsuki also bought some cake without telling Sato, so...touché.

He's honestly not sure if Sato saw him copping a look at the fucking treason cake in Sato's hands, but Sato still decides to make his wrongs abundantly clear to Katsuki anyway. "Thanks for the offer, Bakugou, but I just finished baking a cake of my own. Maybe you could share what you have with the rest of our class, though?"

Katsuki glowers. These cakes aren't for the rest of the class; it's an act of bribery for Sato.

Also, Sato is probably on the same wavelength as Pointy Head in thinking that Katsuki's trying to poison him or some shit — Katsuki can see the doubt in his eyes. Which means, in asking Katsuki to share the cakes with the rest of the class, Sato is essentially taking the stance that it's okay to be poisoned as long as it's not him.

Honestly, Katsuki respects that.

"Why'd you bake a cake?" is all Katsuki can think to ask though, because he really doesn't feel like giving Pinky the cake after he tried so hard to not. At this point, he's this close to Bakugou-pouting. Which is self implosion.

"I was thinking of training a bit, since I feel like people are improving at a faster rate than I am." Sato brings his own cake closer to his face to take a whiff. Based on the brown specks riddled throughout and its scent Katsuki can finally pinpoint out as spicy-sweet, Katsuki's going to have to guess it's cinnamon flavored. "So yeah, I baked something just for the training. You know, because of my quirk and all."

No, Katsuki doesn't know.

What the fuck exactly is his quirk? Because it can't be diabetes. But because Katsuki's too proud to ask Sato what the fuck his quirk is, he doesn't open his mouth and do the logical thing of just voicing his confusion. Partially because it seems like Sato thinks Katsuki does know all about his quirk. (Maybe it's because you said you knew about his quirk, Bakugou.)

Anyway, he's not not asking because he doesn't have the balls to or anything.

...Not like he has to ask, anyway. He's not almost top of his class for nothing — he's paid attention in class and knows basic logic. If Sato's quirk has to do with sugar, and Sato is buff as fuck, then the only conclusion here is that sugar acts as steroids for the dude.

Hopefully.

Look, even if he were wrong — which he can't be; he's Bakugou Katsuki for fuck's sake and he's never wrong — if he could even possibly have the slightest chance of being wrong, he's not going to fucking ask.

...Not because he doesn't know how to, okay?

Oh wait shit, Sato said something about training, right? Because that's some shit Katsuki actually one hundred percent knows, finally.

"You want to train?" Katsuki begins to set off a few pocket-sized explosions out of excitement. "Then come on, let's train."

That sentence, coupled with him continuously setting off his quirk, is nothing short of menacing. Thankfully for Katsuki, however, Sato is apparently also an idiot, because he naively decides to go along with whatever it is Katsuki's planning. "Alright," Sato says, smile plastered on his face. "Thanks, Bakugou!"

"Um…" Pointy Head's voice is meek, and he's sweating bullets. Honestly, his presence is so thin Katsuki straight up forgot he was there the entire time. But it looks like this new turn of events has prompted Pointy Head to finally find his voice, because now he's trying to raise an objection. "Sato-san, is it alright if I join you two?" His voice is quivering, and he takes a frantic glance at Katsuki. "You know...just in case anything happens."

Katsuki huffs but it's not a no, so Pointy Head winds up following them to the garden outside just a few minutes later, where all three of them choose to park their collective asses just a medium-sized explosion away from Heights Alliance.

This can't go wrong at all.

"Thanks again, Bakugou!" Sato's carrying his cinnamon cake in one hand and Katsuki's bribe in the other. "It's really nice of you to offer to help with my training!"

Katsuki can't help but smirk. See, Uraraka? Katsuki knows his fucking thesaurus, and the thesaurus says that "nice" is an antonym of "jerk."

"So how do you want to train?" Katsuki asks. Shit, he's just so fucking thoughtful, asking what Sato wants to do. Heh, it's amazing how much of a not jerk he is.

Sato either doesn't notice Katsuki being his own hype-man or doesn't care, because he just nods with the stupid grin still plastered on his face. "Yeah. I was going to just practice some punches and kicks on my own, but since you're here, I was thinking of some combat. That alright with you?"

Oh, it's more than alright.

Ever since Uraraka rejected him, he's been very desperate to blow off some steam and honestly, this is the most benevolent way to do so.

Turning his killing intent all the way back up to one-hundred-and-eighty, he motions for Sato to come at him. And, though he can't really see much past his murder-tinted glasses, he's pretty sure he sees Pointy Head a few meters away from him spontaneously burst into tears the second Katsuki releases all his pent-up desire for destruction.

Honestly, Sato must never have cracked open a dictionary and looked up the definition of fear, because unlike his friend — who's now curled up into a ball and shaking — he's unfazed. Rather, he's already lifted one of Katsuki's slices of cake close to his mouth.

And while Katsuki's very desperate to just start this fucking fight already, he remembers that he's supposed to be considerate.

"Yo, Sugar Digger, there any drawback to your quirk?" Katsuki asks, interrupting Sato right before the guy's about to take a bite.

Sato's eyes widen. His grip on the cake lightens. Katsuki's fucking cake slips out of the guy's fingers, but Sato manages to regain command of his cognitive and motor functions right before it hits the ground and snatches the cake up. But as he picks it up, he seems to be trembling.

The dude's shocked to his core.

And why the fuck is he? Is it so fucking absurd that Katsuki be considerate? Is it not in his character to be fucking nice? He's really not a fucking jerk, and he's going to make sure Sato drills that fact into his stupid fucking head by the end of the day or he won't live to see the next day.

Oh. Well...okay, now that he hears himself, he guesses maybe he's not that much of a not jerk after all.

In response to Katsuki being considerate, Sato has to take a couple baffled breaths of air to funnel oxygen back into his brain. "Uhm...yeah. My quirk limits." Sato seems to be taking a few steps backwards, as if ready to run at any moment. You know, just in case Katsuki's not Katsuki (which, he very assuredly is not the normal Katsuki). "If I...eat sugar...it increases my strength but decreases my cognitive functions...so I end up crashing afterwards."

Look, Katsuki's not an idiot, but he also needs this translated into layman's terms. "So basically, the more you eat, the stupider you get." Oh. That makes sense. Well, in Katsuki's very humble opinion, he's an expert in not being stupid, so he's going to take it upon himself to bestow upon Sato some life-changing knowledge shit here. "If you get stupid when you eat" —Katsuki begins, his voice just exuding cockiness— "try to figure out your strategy before you get stupid."

Sato's expression is entirely blank. Also, he's farther from Katsuki than he was before? "What do you mean...by that?" he still asks, though. Because even when he's suspicious of Katsuki, he's nonetheless intrigued.

"What I'm saying is: figure out your opponent's weak spots before trying to land a hit on them. Especially if your quirk backfires on your brain like that." Okay, Katsuki's kind of had it now. This is as considerate as he can possibly get throughout the course of a day, and really he just wants to punch something. Anything. He's fucking tired. Firing up his will to kill to an unprecedented seven-hundred-fifty-thousand, he grins menacingly. "Unfortunately for you, I don't have any weak spots." And with that, Katsuki raises his palm to face Sato and sets off his quirk.

Oh shit, that felt good.

Oh wait, bigger shit, that won't feel so good when Sato's body is discovered dead and Uraraka winds up hating him forever.

The ashes of dust slowly blow away, revealing a panting Sato beneath who's barely managed to evade that blast by a split second, based on the burn marks on his clothes.

Katsuki's never said this about anyone before but thank fuck the guy's still alive.

The sparks in his hand slowly fizzle out, and Katsuki reflects on his actions a little bit. Maybe training with this dude wasn't a good idea after all.

But it looks like there wasn't much for him to fear.

Slowly wiping the dirt away from his face, Sato finally puts the smile back on his face. Rather than dying, Sato looks the most alive he has since Katsuki met him. Which was yesterday. "What are you waiting for?" Sato taunts. "This is combat, isn't it? Hit me with your best shot."

Katsuki likes this guy. "Come on! Try and fucking hit me, coward!" Two more explosions. Pause. Another.

Running around Katsuki and trying to avoid all his detonations, Sato scarfs down his entire cinnamon cake in approximately seven bites, leaving Katsuki's cakes for later. And then he finally rushes in.

Leaping off one foot, Sato pulls his right fist out, relying on the force of the jump to propel himself into Katsuki's jaw.

But Katsuki's fighting instincts weren't born yesterday. Pushing the weight of his body onto his right leg, he turns his body ninety degrees in that direction so that Sato winds up flying past him. He raises his palm and sets off another explosion, this time hitting Sato point blank on his sides.

Sato blasts off, his body colliding on the grass again and again as he rolls and ricochets from the impact. At this point, Katsuki thinks the guy is done for, but Sato pulls out a cake from somewhere — seriously, where the fuck is he hiding the cakes? — and stuffs it in his mouth. With a roar, the guy gets back up on his feet like nothing's happened and hurtles towards him again.

This guy's a certified badass.

Sato opts to get close to Katsuki this time and go for an uppercut. Leaning back and towards his left, Katsuki grabs a hold of Sato's free arm and detonates the sweat collected on his palm. This time, Sato is sent flying upwards from the blast. But the moment he lands, he stuffs another slice of cake into his mouth and comes shooting forward towards Katsuki all over again.

...With all the explosions those cakes have endured up to this point, Katsuki can't imagine they taste good anymore.

And so the cycle goes on.

Punch.

Dodge.

Kablooey.

Eat.

Repeat.

Finally, Sato's down to his last cake and Katsuki's kind of fucking winded. This might really be the end for the both of them.

But somewhere along the fourth or so slice of cake, Sato had apparently decided that this instance of training was going to be "Go for Broke," because he now seems very much unwilling to just spare his life and surrender. Downing his final slice of cake — it's the vanilla one, Katsuki notices — he rushes towards Katsuki in one last Hail Mary.

Well fine, Katsuki's used to this by now.

Sato shifts his weight slightly towards the right, which means he's going to punch with his right. Katsuki, being the nice guy he is, decides to finally end it and just kablammo this guy right here, right now. But just as Katsuki rolls his body to the right, Sato suddenly switches his center of gravity, because rather than predicted, he veers to his left instead and Katsuki feels blunt force on his gut.

"Found your weakness, Bakugou."

An explosion sets off.

When the dust cloud settles, Sato is lying face first on the ground and Katsuki is doubled over in pain.

Holy shit, did Sato actually land a hit on him?

A few seconds of silence pass before Sato grunts and slowly — excruciatingly so — rolls over to face the sky. A few more seconds of silence.

And then he starts laughing.

Full, thunderous bellows that almost seem to incite an earthquake beneath Katsuki's feet.

"That"—Sato has to gasp for breath, both from the intensity of the fight and from laughter—"was a great fight, Bakugou." He takes a moment to calm himself down and gaze listlessly at the wispy strands of clouds beginning to gather again and float by. "Maybe you're not such a bad guy after all," he finally says, lifting his head up so he can face Katsuki with a sincere smile.

And Katsuki? Well, he smiles too. And depending on how cynical you are, it may or may not be for the reason you think it is.

Heh.

Capture Target Sato: Success.

Mission fucking complete.

A/N: Bakugou's a really intense dude and it's kinda hard to write him without verging into being too problematic, , , , lol. So I really hope he's still funny here and not entirely terrifying, haha ^ ^ ;

Anyway, like I said, I'm going to respond to a few reviews from the last chapter here. But even if I don't respond to your review specifically, it doesn't mean I don't appreciate the ever-loving everything out of it! (Like seriously, guys, thank you so much QQ)

Guest (Number 3): Yoooo, how did you know I had been planning a conversation like that to happen between Jirou and Bakugou before you even commented that. It's not going to go exactly as you mentioned, but my goodness are you close.

Mighty TAB X: We've talked this over a bit over PM but I definitely have a few thoughts on how to work your ideas into this fic, so look forward to that! :D

BlackDragonFish: Thanks so much for saying I portrayed Bakugou perfectly! (I'm so used to getting characters out of character that it comes as a shock whenever people tell me I've written the characters well, LOL). Also, either my story is predictable or you guys are really good at guessing, because I'm definitely planning on having Izuku be Bakugou's last friendship target.

Last but not least, Supposes Erroneously has put in a vote for Pointy Head...er I mean Koda...and Aoyama to be the next capture targets! But guys! It's not too late to cast your votes to see who you want to see Bakugou befriend next while I still work out whether or not fighting on school grounds is illegal in this universe or not. (Maybe Bakugou can try to befriend Aizawa? LOL) Feel free to leave a review if you have time and thanks again so much for reading this chapter! c: