AN:TW: small suicide joke towards the end in reference to Midoriya's 'resetting' (this will be a common occurrence for future chapters. I will never make fun of suicide, only Midoriya's suicidal nature in this particular fic)

2 years before the entrance exam

Midoriya's front door slammed open with a vigor that seemed to shake the entire apartment complex. Midoriya, who had been in the process of putting on some red sneakers, watched as Bakugou rushed in and proceeded to shut and lock the door behind him.

"What did you do."

"uHh. Nothing...?" Bakugou couldn't sound more guilty if he tried.

Midoriya simply crossed his arms. "Uh-huh."

"I- I may have pissed off a kid."

At that moment there was the sound of something ramming against the door. The something seemed to carry a lot of weight. This is not to say that the something, whoever or whatever it may be, was fat per se, only that it was definitely on the larger side.

"That doesn't sound like a kid."

"Well. He. Um, sorta told his dad?"

There was a muffled scream from outside. "I know you're in there! Come out and fight, ya brat!" The voice was deep and gruff and had there still been any doubts about the something being a child, nearly all of them were quelled upon hearing it.

"What did you DO?!"

"Doesn't matter," Bakugou said with a wave of his hand. "He deserved it."

"Sure he did." Midoriya bent down to finish tying his shoes. "Why did you come here though?"

"Your house was closer."

He stood. "Fair enough. You're welcome to hide out here if you want, I'm going to go for a jog."

"WAIT DON'T GO OUT THERE," Bakugou said frantically as he grabbed the back of Midoriya's shirt.

"Kacchan I didn't beat up this man's kid. I'll be fine." He turned the knob.

The door opened to reveal an 8-foot 5-inch tall slab of muscle blocking his way.

Now I realize that some of you may struggle to imagine what this height entails and as such, many not grasp the absolute terror such a man emits. For this reason, I will liken him to an 8-foot tall tree, something I am sure many of you have experienced at some point in your life. As for how terrifying he was, please for a moment imagine you have a deathly fear of trees. The fear the two boys felt upon seeing the man was the same as the fear one might feel in the presence of a horrifying 8-foot tall tree.

The man's quirk caused him to have rough green skin. At the risk of sounding quirkest I would describe him as an ogre, a jacked Shrek if you will. With horns.

You can see how this would be rather unsettling, I'm sure. Especially when you take into account that from the man's expression it was clear he was unable to differentiate between the brat who beat up his son and Midoriya.

The door closed.

Midoriya turned on his heels. "Upon further consideration, I have decided to cancel my jog."

There was another loud bang on the door. "Come DIE you little shit!"

"I'd rather not! Thanks!" Bakugou shouted back.

This garnered a ferocious growl from the man who did not seem to be a fan of Bakugou's cheek.

Midoriya, upon hearing the growls, turned to Bakugou. "Good GOLLY, what did you do to tick off the HULK?"

"The hulk's son actually." He clarified.

Midoriya waved his arms in the air. "Regardless! There is a literal giant outside my door!"

"Yeah. That's why I'm staying here. Going out would most likely result in pain which is something I try to avoid."

Midoriya scoffed. "Wimp. I regularly break bones and you don't hear me complaining."

Bakugou's face lit up.

"Um. Wh-What's that face for...?"

"What face? This is a normal face."

Midoriya took a step back. "Nope. I know that face. That's your scheming face."

"I don't have a 'scheming face'!"

"You do and that's it."

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "I just had an idea, that's all."

"Do I want to know."

"Well… I can feel pain. But YOU. You can't." Bakugou grinned.

"Kacchan I SWEAR-"

He was cut off as Bakugou sprung forward and after a moment of the two wrestling Midoriya found himself shoved unceremoniously out the door.

Even after hearing the distinct sound of the lock, he struggled with the door handle for a moment. "KACCHAN, YOU JERK! I AM NOT GOING TO PLAY SACRIFICE TO YOUR MISTAKES!"

"Thanks, Izu! I owe ya!" Bakugou's muffled voice called from inside.

There was a low growl behind Midoriya. Slowly the boy turned around to face the monster of a man in front of him.

"G-G-Good morning, s-sir. I don't suppose we can talk this out?"

The growling got louder.

Midoriya sighed. "Yeah, I didn't think so."

Bakugou stood near the door patiently waiting. There was the sound of a scuffle outside yet he stayed, hands clasped together until the noise died down.

After a moment of silence, there was the sound of Midoriya banging on the door. "Let me in Kacchan!"

"Is he gone?"

"He will be as soon as he wakes up!"

Bakugou unlocked the door and watched as Midoriya pushed past him, cradling a broken arm. "Nice job. Now I have to go fix this-" He waved the limp arm in front of Bakugou's face. "-instead of going on my jog!"

Bakugou, however, was looking at the unconscious body outside the door. "Holy shit, Izu. You didn't have to kill him."

"Oh, he's fine. I, ON THE OTHER HAND."

"I mean it worked, didn't it?"

Midoriya rolled his eyes. "You owe me big time." He looked at his phone. "My mom's going to be home soon, but thanks to you I will be unconscious. So I think it's only fair that you explain this mess to her."

It was only a few minutes later when Inko walked in, arms laden with groceries.

"Hey, Auntie."

Inko started nearly dropping her bags. "Oh! Katsuki! Didn't see you there!" She sat the groceries on the table. "How are you doing this morning?"

He shrugged.

Inko looked around. "And where's Izuku?"

Bakugou tilted his head towards the stairs. "Resetting."

"Ah." She pursed her lips. "Does this perhaps have anything to do with the unconscious man outside?"

"Ah shit, he's still there?"

"Did you get in another fight?"

"I-" He stopped as he looked at his friend's mother. There was no use lying to her and Bakugou knew it. Through the years the two boys found that while they could hide things from Inko to some extent, it was nearly impossible to get away with outright lying to her. It was this knowledge that caused Bakugou to bow his head in shame. "Yeah..."

"Are you okay?" She asked, concern being her natural first reaction.

Bakugou merely waved a hand and nodded. "Izu took care of it."

"And I assume THAT is why he's upstairs resetting right now?"

Bakugou winced. "Yeah?"

She sighed. "Just WHAT am I going to do with you two."

"You could feed us!" Midoriya called as we ran down the stairs fully healed. "I'm starving!"

"Izuku Midoriya." Inko crossed her arms. "Did you get into another fight?"

Midoriya froze. "It- It was his fault!" He pointed at Bakugou who looked incredibly offended at the totally accurate acquisition.

"Izuku, you can't just get into fights with grown men!"

"I'd say he can by the looks of it," Bakugou muttered.

At the same time, Midoriya complained, "That's not fair! It's not like I was trying to get into a fight!"

"Look here," She turned to Bakugou who had lost interest and was now absentmindedly looking at his phone. "BOTH of you." Once she had their attention she continued. "You boys have got to tune down this reckless behavior. I can't keep coming home to finding unconscious bodies on my doorstep-"

"You do realize that's only happened twice," Bakugou said.

"-which is two times more than most people! And Izuku!" She turned to her son. "You may be immortal but that does NOT mean you need to be suicidal!"

He winced at the berating. "Sorry, Mom."

Her voice softened. "Just please do be careful. All this action is scaring your poor mother."

"I don't get what's the big deal. HE CAN'T DIE." Bakugou said.

"He might not be able to die but you can, Mister! Next time I hear word of you fighting I'm calling your mother."

"You can't threaten me. The old hag will just yell at me till she's not mad." He shrugged. "No big deal."

Inko tilted her head and grinned wickedly. "Is that so? Then I don't suppose you'd mind if I told your father?"

Bakugou's eyes widened. "You wouldn't."

"If I find another body on my doorstep I won't hesitate to."

Bakugou shuddered. "FINE. Whatever I guess."

The truth was Bakugou could easily weather any amount of screaming and nagging without a problem, yet as soon as anyone's whose opinion he valued (which was a difficult thing to achieve in itself) expressed a slight disappointment in him, Bakugou fell apart. This ended up being his father's primary means of parenting due to how effective it was.

Bakugou knew that if his father were to become aware of his less than heroic behavior that day, he would be subjected to the following: a week's worth of worried expressions, a slight head shake, and perhaps even a hand on his shoulder as his father uttered a soft "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed that you've done this." Knowing this, Bakugou decided it was in his best interest to keep this situation between Auntie Inko, Midoriya, and himself.

This is of course only reasonable if one does not know that Bakugou's father was well acquainted with his behavior. In fact, his father knew all too much about Bakugou's tendency to make his opinion known through his fists during arguments. Among other things.

Masaru had decided long ago that his son was far too much like his mother to be much influenced by anything he could ever do. This resulted in him only pulling out the 'disappointed eyes' for matters that truly necessitated such punishment.

I myself am not totally sure if 'sacrificing his immortal best friend to an evil Shrek' would qualify, and it seems I will never know as Bakugou seemed quite content to meet Inko's demands of not knocking out men in front of her door again, and as such, the event was kept from Masaru.

"Now, if you two would help me out, I'm making soba for supper."

The two boys followed Inko into the kitchen and the unconscious man was forgotten as more pressing matters arose. Specifically the grumbling of the two growing boys growling stomachs.