MIDORIYA, IZUKU BLOG

May 4, 2070 [Sunday]

10:00 AM - Aye Café near Bridge Academy

So, I have a temporary roommate now. Well, roommates.

My landlord decided that I need someone around for some reason.

I don't really mind. I mean, it could be fun.

Hitoshi was given the permission to stay with me, so there's that; but he can only stay under the condition that Mr. Aizawa stays with us.

I don't mind Mr. Aizawa's presence, too. He's nice, even if he's a little grumpy.

He looks familiar, but I can't seem to recall where I saw him before.

His cartoon cat sleep-shirt and pink sweat pants reminds me of Yamada-san's sleep wear. Maybe they bought it from the same place? They seem close. They wear their hair the same half-bun, too.

Anyway, I had to go to school today to get the spare canvas I left last Tuesday.

I had to stop by the café in front of the school because my head started hurting. I haven't been feeling well since I woke up. I think I may have caught a bug or something.

I don't want to spend the whole day sleeping, but I may not have a choice if my condition gets worse. I'll have to ask Yamada-san if he has any medicine that could help.

I have to get home now. It would be bad if I fall asleep here.

Izuku sighed as he stuffed his laptop in his bag and stood up carefully, only moving when his surroundings stopped moving. He smiled dizzily at the bus boy who moved to open the door for him. He maybe said 'thank you', but he wasn't a hundred percent sure he did.

Sunday mornings had always been slow in almost every part of the city.

The green haired art student stumbled on the sidewalk towards the bus stop.

Or at least, he thought he was.

"This… this isn't the bus stop." The green haired boy mumbled.

He heard an irate sound just above his head.

"Oy, Gremlin—" An angry voice rumbled loudly from the same source. "—what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Mm'goin' ta d'bussstop."

"HAAA?"

Izuku jolted back as hands held him back sharply from what he was leaning on, which he belatedly realized was the man's chest. He chose to stay quiet as he reigned his dizziness back.

"I said—"

"Yeah, I know what the fuck you said! You missed the fucking bus stop by 4 fucking blocks, you zombie shit." The smaller boy frowned at the other's colorful language, but remained pliant in the other man's hands.

"Tha' can't be, I wasonly walkin' fer a few min'tes." Izuku slurred, before yelping when he was yanked very close to glaring red eyes.

"Are you fucking drunk?"

"Wha—no?"

"Are you on fucking drugs?"

"No, why do you—"

"Shut up, I'm asking the fucking questions! Why are you fucking loopy?"

The art student pushed back weekly until he was standing a respectable distance from his inquisiitor. "O-oh! You're tha' hero from yesterday—"

"HEY! What the fuck, what's going on with you?!"

Izuku stared up at the sky. It was rather cloudy, he noticed. It's probably going to rain soon.

"HEY!" the young hero's face obscured his vision. "Are you fucking sick?"

"I think so…" The art student grinned dazedly.

"—of all the fucking…"

Bakugou Katsuki had the day off.

Now, that doesn't necessarily mean that he would actually get to rest.

"BRAT! I NEED YOU TO GO TO THE STORE AND PICK-UP SOME MISO!"

"HAAA? WHY DON'T YOU GET IT YOURSELF, YOU OLD HAG?!"

"BECAUSE I'M FUCKING DOING SOMETHING, YOU LITTLE SHIT! NOW GET OFF YOUR ASS AND BUY SOME FUCKING MISO FROM THE STORE OR I WON'T FINISH LUNCH ON TIME!"

"Tch." The blond glared as he made his way towards the 5th store since he left his home. The first four were out of stock and it made him think just how much miso paste people consume a day to actually run out of stock in all four stores.

He felt a tick on his brow when he realized just how far he had walked just to look for the damn ingredient.

Luckily, the fifth store had what he needed.

They also had the spicy prawn crackers he was craving for since the month started.

Feeling his mood alleviate a little, he went and bought some and munched on it on his way out.

It was a little chilly outside, but he had his coat on and so it really wasn't a big deal even if he hated the cold. It wasn't freezing enough for gloves, thankfully.

'Maybe a little walk wouldn't hurt. It's still early, I can get home with enough time for the hag to prepare whatever she's planning for the meal.' He mused serenely as he munched on his snack and walked the opposite direction from home.

"If I get too fucking far, I can just get on the shitty bus." he muttered as he mentally went over his expenses and how much he would have left.

Then, he stopped walking.

Katsuki looked down and saw green. 'What the fuck?'

He took a tentative step back, only for the person to follow. 'Did this fucker actually slept on me?!'

"This… this isn't the bus stop." The green haired boy mumbled.

Katsuki growled with barely any hold to his rising ire. "Oy, Gremlin, what the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"O-oh! You're tha' hero from yesterday—"

"HEY! What the fuck, what's going on with you?!"

The green haired boy's knees buckled and the blond hero nearly didn't catch him in time before his head smashed against the sidewalk.

"HEY!" Katsuki leaned over the loopy boy with a glare as he gently lowered the kid flat on his back. "Are you fucking sick?"

"I think so…" the blond's glare intensified. 'Little shit had the gall to fucking smile.'

"—of all the fucking days." He sighed as he rolled up the wrapper of his remaining snack and shoved it in his pocket. He grabbed the other boy's arm and heaved him up to his feet, which he fortunately stayed on. "Put this in your bag, I'm not carrying you and a tub of miso paste at the same time."

The greenette nodded, and complied with the request. "Why would you c'rry me?"

"Because I know you won't fucking get anywhere if I don't." Katsuki presented his back to the boy and crouched down. "Get on, Zombie boy. We need to get that tub of miso back to my mom first, my place is near."

"I'm no' a z'mbie. I'm Izuku."

"Yeah, fucking whatever, get the fuck on or I'm leaving your ass."

The smaller boy pouted but did as he was told. "Yer a mean hero."

"—makes me wonder why I'm saving our ass anyway." The blond grunted. "FUCK, you're heavy! What do you eat—tables?!"

The boy on his back was quiet as Katsuki walked back towards his home and he wondered briefly if he had fainted.

"Did you jus' call me fat?"

"OH, FOR FUCKING—"

The walk seemed longer for some reason. Though it was probably because of the mini-truck he was carrying on his back.

The green haired boy was mumbling the whole time he was 'smooshed' against the blond's shoulder. It was a little concerning due to the heat that he was exuding from his small form.

"Oy, you still alive there, fucker?"

"Y'know, some'ne'll wash yer mouth wit' soap one day." Izuku answered a little louder than his mumbling.

"Yeah, well, we're fucking here. I'll get you some medicine, then you need to call someone to fucking pick your ass up from my house—I'm not going to fucking carry you anymore."

"Okay." The greenette agreed.

The blond announced his presence as soon as he opened the door, but found that the house was disturbingly quiet.

"HEY, OLD HAG, I HAVE YOUR FUCKING MISO PASTE!"

No answer.

"The fuck?" Katsuki grunted as he deposited the dozing boy on their couch and stomped his way to the kitchen.

The sight of the note on the fridge lit his ire, but he went towards it to read anyway.

Katsuki,

The hospital called. Mrs. Tashikawa, you know the old lady from next door that your father helps out every now and again? Apparently she fell over the stairs and had quite the head injury. Your father discovered her when he went to ask if she wanted to join us for lunch.

Cook the rest, the ingredients are already in the counter. You know how to cook, I fucking taught you.

We'll be back soon. Love you~

Mom and Dad

With a sigh, he turned towards the living room to tell the other boy to wait only to find the greenette up and swaying by the window.

"OY! SIT THE FUCK DOWN BEFORE YOU BREAK YOURSELF!" Katsuki called out as he marched towards the other.

"There wassome'ne." Izuku mumbled, pointing out of the window.

"What?" the blond peered at the window to where the boy was looking at hazily. "There's no one there, you fucktard, what're you on about?"

"No, no, no—some'ne was there. They were wavin' at me from the lawn." the smaller boy grinned at the blond, who merely scowled in return.

"Fucking, sit down, you useless thing. You're hallucinating. Have you called someone?"

"No?"

"Then, fucking call someone!"

"But who would I call?" Katsuki gave the boy a look of disbelief as he shoved him back to couch.

"Fucking anyone who lives with you, you dolt!"

"—but no one lives with m—OH! There's someone now, but I don't know their number."

"What the actual fuck?" the blond glared in annoyance as he snatched the boy's bag and pulled out his purchase before rumaging through the other's things.

It was then that a ringtone broke the silence.

"Oh! I love that song~" Izuku hummed along, as the aspiring hero gave him another disbelieving look.

"That's your fucking phone! Someone is calling—answer it!"

"Oh, okay." The kid accepted the noisy, vibrating smartphone from the blond. "Hello? TOSHI! Hi~"

"Izuku, where did you go?" Hitoshi sighed as his call was finally answered. "I woke up and you were gone."

Both him and his teacher were surprised at the lack of smiling green bean when they woke up half past eleven; while they were relatively calm about it—the younger of the two grew increasingly worried for every sms and calls that went unanswered.

Aizawa stared at his student as he paced during the call.

"YOU WHAT? Wait, where are you?" Hitoshi's voice was more worried despite his call being answered; and that put the teacher on edge.

Downing the rest of his coffee, Aizawa stood up and reached for his coat and shoes, gesturing for Hitoshi to do the same.

"Text me the address, we'll come get you."

Katsuki sighed as he waited on the couch with the snoozing boy.

He already finished cooking, he ate lunch and fed his unexpected guest—made him drink generic paracetamol to lower his fever, and managed to wrestle him into one of his old shirts and sweat pants—they were a little too big on him, but he had nothing for the boy that fitted, especially then that he threw up on the ones he was wearing.

"Fucking useless shit." he grumbled as he placed the back of his hand on his guest's forehead, frowning. "The medicine should be doing it's fucking job by now."

"I'm sorry." the greenette drowsily mumbled, startling the other boy into jerking his hand away from the fevered forehead.

"The fuck are you on about?"

"You didn't have to do this."

"Yeah, well—" It was true. "I don't have a fucking choice in the matter. What kind of hero do you fucking think I am?"

"You were great yesterday." Izuku smiled, his eyes closed in exhaustion. "Your explosions were awesome."

Katsuki found himself smiling a little at the compliment. "Yeah, it fucking is."

A series of knocks on the front door broke their quiet discussion—groaning, the blond stood up and went around the couch to answer the door, halting for a bit, hesitating hand drew back from actually ruffling the sick boy's green hair.

Another knock made the blond grunt and marched towards the door.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming—AIZAWA-SENSEI?!"

To be continued…