Changed my mind, gonna be a two shot cuz I wasn't feelin the short chapters ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (This ch. was divided into 3 before)
It all started three and a half days ago when Bakugou's stomach growled loudly in his empty dorm room.
The time was half past noon but curiously enough, Katsuki hadn't eaten anything as of yet-or even woken up until now for that matter. It was unusual for the health nut, but he was absolutely drained for some reason; he struggled to move his limbs and force himself out of bed.
Why do I feel so shitty? The blonde wondered as he made his way to the dinnerware. He opened the mini fridge and was greeted with chilled air and nothing else.
Ahh, right.
His moocher "friends" had visited last night to "hang out", though all they did was trash the place and wear away at Bakugou's last semblance of sanity. At 4am, he was too busy trying to kick them out to notice that they've been snacking on his food the entire time.
Slamming the fridge door shut and jamming his shoes on, he had no choice but to make a trip to the supermarket in his foul mood.
After waiting on line for almost 10 minutes and finding out the raspberries weren't on sale-even though the sign fucking said they were-he really couldn't be blamed for his outburst when a stranger on the street nearly knocked his groceries out of hand.
"HOLY SHIT, WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOIN' ASSHO-!"
"Oh no! I accidentally activated my quirk when we bumped into each other! You now have the ability to read everyone's minds that's within 5 kilometers for the next week or so-! Argh! Curse me and my powers of exposition!"
"The fuck-"
And like all convenient fanfiction plots, that's how it began. That is how Katsuki Bakugou became an esper.
I sense a darkness in the air...revelry...revelry….in the dark-!?
No No NO Did I forget my homework?! Aw man, I'm definitely gonna get an earful from Aizawa sensei, or Iida more likely-
Uwah, Momo looks especially boobiful today! Is she wearing a pushup bra? I must know, for science-!
What's with that disgusting expression? Mineta's probably thinking of something perverted again-
Pensées françaises! Pensées françaises! C'est moi, Aoyama-!
Bakugou gnashed his teeth together as his classmates thoughts floated around him like a swarm of persistent mosquitoes. A vein bulged on his forehead, only growing bigger with every thought that passed through. The vein finally burst as Todoroki began an inner monologue of his morning,
"SHUT THE FUCK UP ALREADY!" Katsuki exploded, "I SWEAR TO GOD IF I HAVE TO HEAR ONE MORE WORD-!"
Everyone froze in their place and stared at the blonde in bewilderment.
"Umm...no one said anything..?" Kaminari spoke for his classmates, though in his head he was thinking, Jeez what crawled up his ass? Talk about a serious case of waking up on the wrong-waHhhh! The electric boy fell backwards as Katsuki cracked his desktop with a single punch.
"Just. Stop. Thinking. That shouldn't be too hard for a brain dead screw bolt like you, right? Nothing going on up there ninety percent of the time anyway so-" He put a smoldering hand on the others' shoulder and grinned wickedly, "Work on getting rid of the remaining ten percent-before I do it for ya, yeah?"
And with that said, Katsuki let go of his spooked acquaintance and returned to his seat. Somewhere in the background, Iida was lecturing him about the etiquettes of proper school conduct and behavior while Yaoyorozu created a new desk for the traumatized boy, though Bakugou could care less. A million different thoughts from a million different sources swam through him still, flooding his system, drowning him. It was like his own, personal hell. He laid his head down on the cool surface and sighed,
Just four more days...four more days and I can have some peace and quiet again...
"Sorry I'm late! A villain was causing trouble on the railroads and I know I'm supposed to leave it to the pros but no one was around and-"
"Relax Midoriya, Aizawa sensei isn't here yet bro." Kirishima interrupted him, "Ya got lucky this time haha!"
Oh thank god!
Katsuki suddenly sat up straight, wide eyed with confusion as he stared at his childhood friend turned rival turned friend again. He'd just come back to school after a short medical leave so it was the first time he's heard Deku's voice inside his head. It felt...strange...hearing Deku's voice so clearly, as if he was speaking right into his ear...however, that wasn't the weird part. Bakugou was startled because,
Why is Deku's thoughts the only one I can hear now?
"Yeah guess I did!" Izuku replied happily, relieved to have avoided a tardy on his record. I really did get lucky. The green haired boy thought as he began walking to his seat, which was right behind-
Huh, Kacchan? Why's he staring at me? Is there something on my face?
Bakugou abruptly turned his gaze away and rested his chin in the palm of his raised arm to cover the touch of pink rising to his cheeks. If he was a different character he'd probably have whistled to seem inconspicuous.
Eh?! He turned away! Izuku's steps faltered slightly as he came closer to the blonde, Was I imagining it...?
Unsure whether it was his imagination or not, he walked past Katsuki and sat down in his assigned seat. He stared intently at the blonde's back.
...Something seems off about Kacchan. I wonder if he's okay...
Bakugou scowled at Izuku's usual perceptiveness. Deku didn't need telepathy to know what was weighing on another person's mind-ever since childhood, he could figure out something was up with a single glance and it was really annoying. The nerd always knew what he was feeling; no matter how hard Katsuki tried to mask his emotions, he was completely vulnerable when it came to Deku and that scared him for a long time...
But that wasn't the case right now. He had no problem telling Deku why he was "off"-except every time he tried telling people, he died and came back to life with the mysterious sound of
~OOEHHOOOUU~
...
Yeah. This quirk is seriously fucked, what were the rules even-?
Before Bakugou could dwell on it further, their homeroom teacher finally rolled out of his yellow sleeping bag and greeted them.
"Morning class, let's get this over with."
"A-Aizawa sensei! You were here the whole time!?"
It's been a while since Katsuki's wanted to smack Izuku upside the head...
Soaccordingtothetheoryofquirkrelativity,ifanoutwardpoweredquirkcombinedwithaninwardpoweredquirktheywouldresultinacompletelydifferentsetofrelativitythat'dsurpassth-
Turns out that Deku didn't get rid of his mumbling habit, he just internalized it. The non-stop train of thoughts were just as irritating, maybe even more so since Katsuki couldn't exactly tell him to shut up. The silently steaming blonde etched deep marks into his notebook in order to keep himself from accidentally maiming the boy behind him, his pencil eventually snapped under the pressure.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Cursing every god in existence, he tore open his backpack and rummaged through it for an extra writing utensil. He was just about ready to commit arson when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to find the eraser end of a pencil in his face.
"You can borrow mine Kacchan." Izuku whispered with a bright smile.
The sight made Katsuki's insides flutter momentarily.
He quickly accepted the pencil with a gruff "Thanks" and turned back to his notes, trying his best to forget the brief sensation he'd felt. He concentrated heavily on Aizawa's lesson and jotted the main points down, it was much easier to focus now that Deku's mind quieted down. The nerd must've gotten bored and zoned out-
Kacchan's hair looks really soft, I want to touch it.
Bakugou's pencil dropped in surprise.
...
...
HAAAH?!
The blonde almost voiced his confusion aloud but stopped himself in time, his left eye twitched erratically as his mouth hung open in disbelief at the sentiment because-Why the fuck is Deku randomly thinking about my hair-?!
The pencil that dropped from earlier rolled over the edge and clattered against the floor. Izuku, of course, picked it up.
"Here you go Kacchan." Kacchan's side profile is so handsome, wish he'd look straight at me though, his eyes are my favorite shade of red-
Bakugou snatched the pencil back and faced forward again, fingers itching to strangle something as his cheeks involuntarily heated up. He felt ashamed of how his heart jumped at the words but shook it off, determined to ignore the others new found topic of fixation. However, Deku just Kept. On. Going.
What's his workout regime? His body's like a Greek God's-
Kacchan's always been perfect, since the day we met-
I'd do anything to see him smile more, love the tiny dimple he gets then-
Why is Kacchan so ridiculously attractive? It's kinda unfair-
SHUT UP DEKU! IT'S UNFAIR THAT I HAVE TO SIT THROUGH THIS-! Katsuki thought, gripping his hair in embarrassment.
Seriously, a couple of offhanded compliments should not be making his heart beat this fast dammit!
The flustered teen clamped his eyes shut and hid his face in his hand-which was no doubt as red as Deku's favorite shade, fuck-! He just couldn't wrap his head around it! Like sure-Bakugou is a good looking guy, there's no denying that, but where did this sudden fascination with his appearance come from?
A few seconds later, Katsuki snorted as he came up with a seemingly sound explanation,
Deku's probably just jealous he doesn't look this hot, that must it. Why else would-
I wonder what Kacchan's lips feel like.
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Bakugou's notebook suddenly flew up in flames and triggered the schools' fire sprinkler system.
That's it for now! Part 2 will be up in idk, maybe a week? You could read my main story A Warm Winter Break in the meantime, it's a lot longer ;)
And yes, the ~OOEHHOOU~ was a Re:Zero reference, I'm sorry I'm such a dweeb ;.;