Chapter 13: The Duel
Deku's P.O.V.
Kacchan and Todoroki-kun are going to duel soon... I can't sleep.
I haven't been able to sleep all night.
Kacchan's snoring away.
The sun's up.
And I am sooo panicking!-!
Wh-When are they gonna wake up?!-! This may be my last night with Kacchan!-!
JFRHEGBNKEJHRJRKRFN I DON'T WANNA GO!-!-!-!-!
I shot out of bed (careful not to disturb Kacchan) and raced down the steps. Todoroki-kun was still asleep in the living room.
I started making spicy omelets, accompanied by bacon and toast.
A healthy breakfast, so that both Kacchan and Todoroki-kun are on their best (especially Kacchan) (even though I'm certainly not at my best).
"Izuku...? What are you doing up so early...?" Auntie Mitsuki was the first one down, rubbing the sleep out of her eye.
"I-I couldn't sleep, Auntie Mitsuki!"
"..." she stared at me for a few seconds before furrowing her eyes at me and putting her hands on her hips, "Izuku! You have to sleep, you know-"
"I know; I know!-!" I put the bread in the toaster and pushed the lever, quickly returning to the bacon and eggs, which were in separate pans, "But I just couldn't sleep, knowing my ownership rights are up for grabs today!-!"
She sighed, "I understand you're worried, Izuku, but that's exactly why you need to sleep...! And what are you doing anyway? I can cook breakfast, you know."
"No, no, it keeps me busy!" I blabbed. The sizzling accompanied my words.
"Izuku..." she sounded disappointed, "Why don't you go back upstairs and sleep with Katsuki until he wakes up? He'll probably be p*ssed if he wakes up to an empty bed."
"But Auntie Mitsuki-!-!"
"C'mon, I'll cook breakfast," she shooed me away.
Just like that, I was left yet again to suffer in silence and stay still under blankets.
It was ten. TEN. IN THE MORNING.
When Todoroki-kun finally woke up.
And Kacchan-of course...-only woke up because Auntie Mitsuki woke him up. At ten.
Auntie Mitsuki had come upstairs not too long after I left, to check up on me. She forced me to eat the breakfast I'd started.
And now she was cooking breakfast for Kacchan and the others (and refusing my help). Kacchan's getting angry with how antsy I am.
And Todoroki-kun isn't the only guest.
That's right.
The entire.
F*cking.
Class.
1-A.
Is.
Here.
To.
Watch.
Me.
Be.
OFFERED!-!-!-!-!
"Midoriya-kun, you need to calm down..." Uraraka-san murmured to me as I paced back and forth, mumbling, in the living room.
"HOW CAN I CALM DOWN?!-!-! I MIGHT SWITCH MASTERS TODAY, URARAKA-SAN!-!-! YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND WHAT THAT MEANS FOR A SLAVE!-!-!" I panicked.
"Sh*t up, Deku, or I'll f*ck you over sideways before I beat Half n' Half's *ss!" Kacchan snapped at me from where he was lounging over the chair. (He might as well own the whole place, the way he acts around here.) "You're not f*cking switching Masters today! You don't have sh*t to worry about, you little sh*thole!"
"WAAAAAHHHH!-!-!" I flailed my arms about.
"Oh, no, you don't!" Todoroki-kun snarled at Kacchan, "Until we duel, you won't do a single thing to Midoriya! I won't let you!"
"OH F*CK OFF!-!-! WHY DON'T WE JUST GO RIGHT NOW?!-!"
"OH, NO, YOU DON'T, YOU LITTLE BRAT!-! YOU WAIT UNTIL EVERYONE IS FED, YOU LITTLE SH*T!"
"OH, F*CK YOU, OLD H*G!-!-!"
JFHJBGUKIRHJFEKJGFBVHB!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!
"I don't think Midoriya is even processing anything right now, so you shouldn't get angry at him right now, Bakugou," Tokoyami-kun commented.
"OH F*CK YOU! YOU DON'T HAVE ANY F*CKING SAY IN HOW I TREAT MY D*MN SLAVE!"
"ALL OF YOU, SH*T UP AND EAT, D*MN BRATS!" Auntie Mitsuki slammed the last dish at the table.
"YAY, FOOD!-!" Kaminari-kun ran towards the table, along with Kirishima-kun. (They arrived together, and Kirishima-kun has a bag, as if he was staying the night somewhere... Mates perhaps? No, they're too young, aren't they...?)
"SPICY!-!-!-!" the both of them screamed.
I also ran towards the table and quickly counted the plates before busying myself with eating.
"Oi, sh*tface! Don't f*cking eat until I f*cking tell you to!" Kacchan strolled over, plopping right down in his seat, "And what's with the way you're eating?"
I sobbed with a mouth full of food.
"Why'd you make it so hot?!-!" Kaminari-kun complained.
"Oi!-! If you don't like the food, you don't have to eat!-! Go ahead and go hungry! Katsuki'll eat it!"
"Give me your d*mn food, brats," Kacchan held out his hand with a glare.
"... We'll eat."
"But-is-is that-hot sauce-on those omelets?-?" Ashido-san asked, seeming bewildered.
"Of course!" Auntie Mitsuki responded, "What's an omelet without hot sauce?"
"F*cking sh*t, that's what," Kacchan replied with a mouthful of omelet.
"My wife's a great cook," Uncle Masaru was smiling softly, settling down in his spot and taking a bite out of his eggs.
"HEY, WHY DO YOU GET OMELETS WITHOUT HOT SAUCE?!-!-!"
"Hm?" he looked up, "Because I don't like hot sauce on my omelets."
"NEITHER DO WE!-!-!"
"BE GRATEFUL, YOU PIECES OF SH*T!-!" Auntie Mitsuki snapped, and at sensing the dominance hormones emitting from her, they all ducked their heads in submission, suddenly silent.
(And they ate. Despite that they clearly didn't like it...)
"Katsuki Bakugou. I, Shoto Todoroki, challenge you to a duel for ownership rights. I am offering my own rights. What will you offer?"
"I agree to the duel. I'll offer Izuku Midoriya's ownership rights for the duel."
Both of them got into a fighting pose, and I started biting the heck out of my nails.
"Are you both of you ready?" Auntie Mitsuki looked between the two, "Then, you'll start after I count to three. After, got it?!-! One. Two. Three. Begin!-!"
And the fight for my life started, but I don't remember a single thing.
Katsuki's P.O.V.
That.
Little.
Dipsh*t.
"MIDORIYA(-KUN)?!-!-!"
"IZUKU?!-!-!"
He f*cking fainted.
And we had to deal with that stupid, little dipsh*t.
Todoroki's P.O.V.
After we got Midoriya to Bakugou's bed, Bakugou's father (who really didn't look like him...) said he would watch over Midoriya, and I trusted him with Midoriya. The rest of us also trusted him.
And then the duel began (following the formal declaration and Mrs. Bakugou's counting).
Bakugou rushed towards me right after Mrs. Bakugou said 'Begin.' I dodged his attack and went for his face with my right. He ducked and went for a low spot. I barely dodged that one by moving to the right like a door. Now Bakugou was low and rising. I didn't let him, elbowing his back. He shouted a curse, grabbing for me and throwing me. I blocked myself from going too far with ice. Bakugou stood up properly and headed for me. I shot up some ice around us.
"Hey, we can't see!-!" one of our classmates shouted.
"If either one of you kill each other, I'ma kill the other one of you!" someone else (Mrs. Bakugou?) barked, "You better not do anything unfair either, got it?!-!"
I charged for Bakugou. His eyes widened, and I smirked as he slipped. Unfortunately, he stopped himself short by creating sparks. He eventually-staggeringly-was able to stand up straight.
"I created a little ice room! How do you like it, Bakugou? Is it cold?"
Despite my words and my thrilled gaze, my breath was icy, and I was cold.
"Oh, f*ck you!" Bakugou scowled, "I feel fine!-!"
I have no idea if it's a bluff or not, but I hope it is.
I charged again, and he dodged by lifting in the air slightly. I went to grab his leg, and he created more sparks.
And effectively hit his head against the ceiling.
"OW, F*CK!-!" he rolled around on the floor, clutching his head. (Apparently, he put more into those explosions than I thought.) I grabbed his shirt and lifted him off the floor, prepared to strike, but-I remembered how scared Midoriya was, to be my slave, and how much I don't want to be enslaved by my father.
(Can't I be Bakugou's slave and have Midoriya as my slave...? What's wrong with that?)
"... Bakugou. Oi, can I... Can I have Midoriya as my slave, and I'll be your slave? That'd be fi-OW!"
Bakugou had slammed his fist right in my face, and now he was using his Quirk on my head. I let go of his shirt in favor of holding my aching head, staggering back.
I heard laughter, "OH MY G*D, JUST HOW WEAK ARE YOU?!-!-! EVEN DEKU CAN TAKE A COUPLE HITS TO THE HEAD WITHOUT RETREATING AND GROANING!"
I glared under my hands.
Oh, you're f*cking on, Bakugou...
He laughed more, "Now that's the look I wanna see!-! Finally serious, huh?!-! Good!-! I don't wanna fight a weak coward!-!"
I charged forward once more, but my vision went yellow.
And when I woke up, I was on the couch that I'd slept on the night before.
"Oh, you're awake!-! Thank goodness!-!" Midoriya's face was smiling down at me.
"Huh...?" I blinked, "What happened...?"
"You lost!" Midoriya beamed as I got up, "Oh, don't get up just yet, Todoroki-kun!-!"
"Unnngh..." I groaned, rubbing my head.
"You sure took a big hit," Mrs. Bakugou scoffed, "My little brat blew up your little room and you in one huge blast."
I brought the wet washcloth up to my eyes, staring at it.
What the h*ll...?
"I was taking care of you. You were really cold, so I put a warm washcloth on your forehead!" Midoriya explained, "Are you okay, Todoroki-kun? Kacchan isn't gentle, you know."
"..." I stared at the washcloth in my fingers. "Yeah... I'm good." I smiled softly at him.
"Great!" he grinned back.
"But wait... Todoroki-kun, you offered your ownership rights, ribbit..."
"... Yes, I did... That means, then, I will be your slave once I'm sixteen," I stared straight at Bakugou, who had his arms crossed as he looked down at me. "I'll come over the day before my birthday and stay the night, all right?"
"Sure," he replied.
Mrs. Bakugou scowled at her son, slapping her arm onto his head, "You greedy brat. You already have two slaves, and you're only seventeen!"
"Oh, screw off! It just means I'm that great!" Bakugou shoved her arm off his head.
"Um... so does Todoroki-kun still have to do 150 hours of communal service...?" Midoriya blinked.
Urh. I've barely even started on that...
"If he hasn't already, then I believe he still does have to serve his own hours," Mrs. Bakugou nodded.
"Great! Then we can do our work together, Todoroki-kun!" Midoriya beamed at me, and I swear, it was the gaze of an angel.
I don't deserve such a smile to be aimed at me.
(I couldn't even protect you.)
And Bakugou sure as h*ll doesn't deserve this angel either.
"You better call me Master now though, got it?" Bakugou looked down at me with a glare.
I stared at him with a dull gaze, "Oh h*ll no."
"YOU BETTER F*CKING DO IT, YOU D*MN SLAVE!-! YOU OFFERED YOUR OWNERSHIP RIGHTS TO ME, AND I'MA FULLY TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THAT!-! REVEAL YOUR NECK TO ME AND CALL ME MASTER, YOU D*MN SLAVE!-! GET USED TO IT!-!" Bakugou's hands sparked.
I gritted my teeth, my eye twitching.
Even reveal my neck...?!-! Why do I have to do something so respectful to this piece of sh*t?!-!
"If you weren't prepared for giving your life to my son, you shouldn't have offered yourself," Mrs. Bakugou raised an eyebrow, and I gritted my teeth harder.
And in front of all of my classmates, too...
I ducked my head in submission, "Master... I would prefer not to reveal my neck right now..."
"THAT WASN'T A F*CKING OPTION, YOU STUPID B*TCH!-!" his hands sparked again.
"Kacchan, we should allow him some time to get used to it... He isn't yours just yet, so allow him a little wiggle room for now..." Midoriya spoke softly, his hand lightly touching Bakugou's arm, "Once it's his birthday, you can set in the rules... Okay?"
"Che!" Bakugou glared at me, "Whatever. I guess I'll allow you to keep your dignity for now."
I've already lost my dignity by calling you 'Master' in my opinion... How degrading...
"But Deku!-! You better be ready for punishment, you little sh*t!-! You spoke out of turn so much today, you f*cking b*tch!-!"
My eye twitched.
I so want to f*cking kill Bakugou. Seriously.
I need to do this, so I'll do it here.
Endeavor: Shoto, I am your father...!-!
Shoto: Referencing Star Wars {Which I don't own, of course!-!} is not going to make me accept you, you know.
Endeavor: D*mn. Well, you are my son, so you will do as I say.
Shoto: I refuse.
It was better last night... I don't remember the exact phrases I used after Star Wars.
But apparently, I can't spell today... I'm so tired. Maybe I can fix this little scene later...
(Boy, am I glad I'd already finished the chapter!)
I'm still worried about posting this chapter, but you gotta post it at some point, right? My mind regurgitates ideas like a frigging fountain. (That's actually a perfect analogy!)
But oh my ghouls, Todo-chan is going to have such a rough time being Kacchan's slave...