Fireworks

Explosion 05: Panda or Einstein?

Katsuki glared at her opponent, a long wooden sword in her right hand held in a defensive position and a short dagger on her left hand both limbs ready to stab the slippery motherfucker before her. Dark eyes met her own and she gave a sweet smile in return, letting go of the glare in her eyes. The second that he tensed at the sudden change of her expression, Katsuki took that opportunity to charge at her opponent, an explosion on her bare feet aiding to close in their proximity. Unfortunately, her opponent was quick to recover, and was there to parry the strike of her wooden sword going to his temple with his own wooden dagger. He was barely able to dodge her follow up stab to his neck and retaliated by kicking her open left side which she sidestepped in turn. Their unchoreographed dance continued for five more minutes, with her using flexibility and agility that she had in spades over her opponent while the man used his experience and superior strength over her. They were on equal grounds when it comes to speed but given the difference in fighting experience is, it's clear who will come out on top. She already lost her weapons at some point because of the man's fucking A+ disarming techniques, but she just kept dodging and twisting, not letting the wooden weapon to graze her skin.

The spar is about to end, she knows, but that doesn't mean that Katsuki would just take that shit lying down ass up.

Instead of jumping up from the sudden leg sweep, Katsuki lets it take her down with a loud curse, making sure that the man's attention was to her face and not her hands, and just as she anticipated, the man didn't waste time and was immediately over her prone form, practice dagger in hand about to touch her throat to end the spar with the man's victory.

Yeah, it would have been, if she wasn't able to pick up her fallen dagger in time and point it at the ragged man's throat at the same instance, their labored breath loud in the spacious bare room.

Dark eyes that had equally dark eyebags stared at her with intensity for a good three seconds. Katsuki glared back because she fucking could, and she tried and failed to hold back the victorious smirk stretching at her lips. After the three second mark, the man let out a failure of a fucking smile, all teeth, pride and sadistic glory.

Let it be known that Aizawa fucking Shouta, resident exhausted hardass and decaffeinated coffee personified was not one to smile, if anything, he tries not to smile at all and if he ever did, it's certainly out of someone's misery or he's having some proud dad moment.

(Katsuki would never say it out loud even at the threat of death that she feels proud of herself when she receives his creepy as fuck proud dad smile. After all, the man doesn't hand that out easily like he would with sweeter than cavities candy. Man hoards his smiles like how he hoards the first batch of damn good coffee in the morning.)

"So falling for that leg sweep was a logical ruse eh?"

Katsuki imitated his smile, the only difference is that the man had perfect straight white teeth and she had alarmingly sharp canines.

"Where do you think I learned that from? Hobo Jesus."

Amusement danced in the man's dead fish eyes as he retracted the dagger from her neck and got up, holding out his free hand towards her. Katsuki takes it, but she only uses him as leverage to get up. With languid grace, she walked towards to the corner of the sparring room where two cold water bottles and a stack of face towels lie in wait. She takes one of the towels and slung it over her nape then tosses one towel and one water bottle towards the man who was now sitting against the wall 3 meters away from her.

Chugging the much needed hydrogen oxide, she gave out a sigh of content at watering her parched throat, she sat down beside the pony tailed man who was enjoying his own cold drink.

"I think we should end this here. You still have to go to school after all." Aizawa said, eyes locked on the wall clock, the hands stating that it was 6:42.

It was plenty of time for her to cool down, take a shower and take a 20-minute ride on a train to get to school.

"Yeah, yeah." She wipes down the sweat gathering at her collar bones. "Just let me have a minute and I'll fucking do a cool down stretch."

The comfortable silence remained, truth be told, it had taken a long time before the immediate silence shared between them could this be at ease. Katsuki's first impression on the man was far from welcoming and it was a mutual reaction, given that she had cussed him out for shitting on her brother and his goal to become an underground pro instead of a daylight hero. Well, he wasn't wrong with the reasoning that her brother's power was too flashy for their type of discrete line of work, but the fact remains that he trashtalked on Mitsuru and his dream job.

And there's no fucking way that Katsuki would let that go. You mess with her shitty pretty boy brother then you're fucking messing with her. Status and title be damned, nobody fucking shits on her family and gets away with it without some payback. Be it a (trash)talking to or petty revenge, it really depends on how much dog crap her family was given.

(Katsuki is a firm believer of an Eye for a Tooth and a Shit for a Diss. Her paternal Grandma from her old world and her maternal Grandma in this life had taught her this and who is Katsuki to disobey her elders teachings?)

But now they're cool. An understanding was reached after a subsequent event of back-and-forth petty revenge. Katsuki holds deep respect for this man and he in return respect her and her brother's abilities. After all, it takes a different kind of skill to be subtle while spewing purple (or blue but mostly purple for some reason) flames from your hands. Suffice to say, Aizawa was impressed at Mitsuru's skill in espionage and how he can manage to go unnoticed while using a flashy as fuck quirk at the dead of the night.

Standing up from her seat, Katsuki did her stretches with ease, having done the same shit ever since she started her path to athleticism since her past life. Done with that, she let herself out of the training room with one last nod to emo Jesus and going to the next room over which was the shower room.

God, she fucking deservers a nice one after getting her ass mostly handed to her. She might not stink of body odor anymore because of her strange biology, but the smell is sometimes too fucking sweet for her taste.

I wonder how's Deku doing? I hope he's not fucking overexerting himself like last time.

Katsuki sighs in contentment when the cold water hit her skin, she could already feel her tense muscles relaxing under the cool temperature.

"And if he does, then I guess I'll be bringing out my trusty rope and duct tape to keep him in place." She murmured to herself as she scrubbed herself down.

"Here's to hoping Kaa-san didn't locked all my "capture and secure" shit."

Though in general, she would really fucking love it if he's not pushing himself too much at all, Deku doesn't seem to know for shit what's too much for his own body. Boy needs fucking self preservation stitched onto his forehead to get it and it has been four months since he started training under All Bones or Yagi as he likes to be called. Even with the both of them joining in tandem to tell him to fucking breathe, the brat would fucking listen for a while until he gets back to his old ways. Katsuki seriously worries of what type of bullshit he'll get himself to in their future career as heroes. She would love not getting gray hairs early thank you very much.

Katsuki hopes that the omnipotent bastards of this world could give her that much.

"Maybe I should go see him in fucking training tomorrow."

Now that's an idea, maybe it would be able to calm all her irritated (worrying) thoughts about her stupid best friend.

"If that's the case, I guess I have to go fucking shopping for breakfast."

Deku better be taking care of himself or she'll be the one to put him in a hospital bed.

Katsuki is a member of the Disciplinary Committee of their school.

In fact, she is the Disciplinary Committee chairman of their school.

As much as unbelievable that shit is for a girl widely known for her violent streak, one would mistake that she would abuse her position to punish the people that tick her off. But, contrary to that belief, Katsuki actually does her job well and is quite popular, much to her own confusion and disbelief.

How the fuck does she have fans? She doesn't wanna know. All she knows that she is currently denying its existence.

(Therefore, her fans don't exist. Period.)

So yeah, Katsuki is quite a responsible student.

(Kinda-ish.)

That's why, when she sees her fellow students – these assholes really don't give up – bullying someone outside the school on a shady as fuck alleyway, she does what needs to be done. Fuck, these guys even smell like nicotine! God, she really hates it here.

They're really trying so hard to ruin their future, aren't they?

"So, this is where you've been huh? I've been looking for you guys to hear the fucking reason why." Katsuki said from behind them, startling the four.

With the sudden jolt, they've loosened enough that she can make out the poor kid that have to deal with these shits. The uniform was different so that means that it was a kid from a different school with interesting purple colored hair.

Long fingers, Ogawara looked at her nervously but still offered her a smile.

"A-Ah Bakugou-san, what seems to be the p-problem?"

Katsuki's glare intensifies as she grabs hold of one of his friends – the tall and muscular guy on her class who doesn't know what a shirt is – and pushes him away effortlessly, causing the shorter guy beside him to fall off his ass. She doesn't give any fucks about that and instead focuses on their chosen victim and kneels down to take note of the damage.

A pair of purple colored eyes with heavy eyebags (or is it because of the black eye? Eyeliner?) stared at her with suspicion, his gravity defying Albert Einstein-esque purple hair stood on end like a cat with its hackles rise. She surveyed his visible injuries carefully, aside from the growing black eye, he has a swollen cheek and well-bitten lips that is currently bleeding. Looking at his crumpled and footprint laden uniform, he probably has more injuries hidden under there.

"B-Bakugou-san we can explain!" Curly haired asshole said, picking himself up from the dirty ground.

"What the fuck is there to explain to this?" She whips her head quickly to the one who spoke and glared at him venomously. "Do you think I'm stupid enough that I don't have any fucking common sense?"

The guy inched away from her, shaking under the gleam of VIOLENCE in her eyes.

After all, Katsuki wakes up everyday and chooses violence as the only option for floppy pricks like them.

From her side, Katsuki felt the kid slightly relax when she had identified that she was on his side. But the lingering suspicious stare was still there, focused at the side of her face.

"We were j-just having fun we weren't―"

"So, you call ganging up on one guy fun? Is that your idea of fun?" Her glare intensifies as she bares her teeth at them like an angered beast. "So you guys aren't only hopeless pieces of trash but also unrecyclable pieces of trash huh?"

All of their faces burned red with anger at her words and they slowly took a menacing step towards her. Probably thinking that with four of them they could overpower her.

Ha! How laughable and lame.

Sensing that his four bullies weren't shaking in fear anymore in her presence, the purple haired boy grabs a hold of her wrist before Katsuki could get up.

"You should get out of here." The surprisingly deep voice caught her off guard, but like is she gonna runaway.

"What do yo―"

And suddenly, her body stills, her mouth left hanging open mid-sentence as her body wouldn't listen to her.

What the fuck?! The fuck is this bullshit!

"I knew you wouldn't listen to me based on what I saw so far. Sorry for doing this to you, but you shouldn't get involved." The calm voice of purple Einstein reached her ears as well as the grating laughter of those thugs.

Katsuki was screaming at her body to fucking move and do something but it ends up as a futile endeavor. It's humiliating.

Fucking hell!

"Ahahahahaha! You actually used your quirk on that arrogant bitch."

Oho, just you wait fucktard, once I'm able to move you're the first one who'll get it. And I'll punch purple Aizawa for good measure for pulling this shit on me.

"Walk away from here." The boy ignored the four and commanded her, surprisingly her body started moving once again and doing exactly what purple was saying.

Her body turned and walked away despite her willing it not too. It's like she's gone fucking autopilot mode!

The fuck?! What type of quirk is this? Hypnosis? Compulsion? The ability to command someone? Fucking hell, this―

The amount of curse words from different languages started spewing from her mind.

"Oh, are you volunteering to take her place?" Long finger Ogiwara said condescendingly. Katsuki really wants to bend all those fingers in just for that.

"Not really. I'm actually helping you guys to not get your asses beat. From your reactions earlier, she must be a big deal. It's funny really, cowering under the gaze of a girl."

Why the fuck didn't this guy used this against those thugs and letting himself get beat up? Is it a condition type of quirk? If so, what condition did I even accomplish to activate that fucking—

"What did yo—"

Katsuki was almost out of the alleyway when Long fingers seemed to freeze midsentence. That was odd. Odd in a sense that, that bastard never fucking shuts up when he's onto something. What could have possibly made him pause? Fucking hell, she wasn't able to see shit since she's walking away!

The other three gasped for some fucking reason.

"Y-You,"

"What? You thought I could only control one person? Too bad that you guys are wrong, I guess. You should all just go home before I forgo being nice and use my quirk on all of you." Katsuki could practically see the smug smirk Purple was wearing with how confident he sounded in her ears.

"Now, how about it?"

But even so, she noted the slight tenseness and the tiny quiver in his sentence. Katsuki can smell and hear bullshit when it's presented to her. A thing that had Deku and Mitsuru conspiring about her having a secondary lie detecting quirk. Of course, that theory is completely off, Katsuki had always had this uncanny ability even from her first life in the other world. Suffice to say, it's a very useful skill that could sniff out her younger sisters lies.

That being said, Purple is completely bullshitting right now about something and faking confidence. There is no lie about him being able to control more than one person at a time but there's something he's still wary about even with such a quirk.

Maybe his limit is two? Or maybe he can't control it for long if there's more people under his control?

"Ha! You're just bluf—"

"You were saying?"

There was a moment of stunned silence.

Looks like the limit isn't only just two then. Fuck! Where's Deku when you need him to analyze shit? I should have let him tag along with me for today's fucking disciplinary mission!

"Let's get out of here!"

The sound of rushing footsteps from behind her alerted her of someone running away with no sign of even sidestepping to avoid her. And as expected, someone clipped her shoulder, making Katsuki stumble for a bit before she caught herself.

Those fucktards! Their balls are so dead once I get a hold of it!

Her dulled senses suddenly regained vitality and Katsuki tried clenching and unclenching her hands to test the waters. It did as she willed it to do. Twice.

So I can get out of the mind control by getting tapped huh? So that's why he was cautious earlier. Anyways—

"Oi asshats! Get back here so I can detach your balls from your bodies!"

But before Katsuki could do such, a firm hand had taken hold of her wrist.

"What?!" She whipped her head back to glare at the sleep deprived teen.

"Don't go after them or do you want me to put you under my control again?"

Katsuki glared at him intensely, but the teen ignored her in favor of the two gaping mindless idiots at their backs.

She didn't try to speak or curse at him. Katsuki had already figured the condition of activating his quirk after witnessing it three times and the condition on itself is fucking annoying. Responding to him means becoming his fucking puppet, and Katsuki loves not being someone's puppet, thank you fucking much. Tch.

"You two, get out of here."

And just as he commanded, the two started walking out of the alleyway.

Katsuki maneuvers her hand swiftly so that she's the one holding his wrist instead and pulls him out of the shady side street, leaving the two idiots behind. The taller teen lets himself be dragged with no resistance at all, completely passive towards an obviously aggressive girl who he doesn't even know. Once they're out of the shithole, Katsuki drags him some more towards the table outside the convenience store across from them.

"I'll get back on them later, one way or another." Katsuki states once she took a seat beside him instead of across from him.

Mr. Insomniac says nothing but Katsuki could make out the confusion in his eyes and the way his shoulders tensed. Under the setting sun, the teen's bruised face looks even more terrible. She really needs to do something about that.

"And why would you even do that?" Purple panda asked flatly.

Katsuki gave him the stink eye before she started rummaging through her backpack to find her first aid kit. God fucking knows Deku gets hurt every week, either by clumsiness or for being a target of those bastards.

"It's because it's my responsibility, that's what."

Damnit, where the fuck is that thing?

"Your responsibility?"

The skepticism in the teen's voice was not lost on her, but who the fuck cares because she finally found what she was looking for.

"Of course it fucking is," She places down the small kit on the table, with her phone leaning on it and takes out the bag of cotton balls, a small bottle of antiseptic and a half-full tube of bruising cream. He slightly relaxes at the sight of the medical supplies. "The name's Bakugou Katsuki, the president of the fucking Disciplinary Committee of Orudera Middle. Those assholes were my classmates so yeah, my unfortunate fucking responsibility."

"Really?"

"You don't have to look so doubtful Purple Panda. Now," Katsuki gently holds his chin – he slightly flinches out of surprise – once she had poured a generous amount of antiseptic on the cotton. "Fucking tell me your name and those bastards' reason why they're beating you up. Knowing those assholes, they're probably monologuing."

To say that Shinsou Hitoshi's day had been eventful is a great understatement.

It started of normal like any other day of his school week. With Hitoshi's struggling to wake up after sleeping for two hours. After the grueling battle between sleep and responsibility, he then trips on his way to the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth to jolt himself awake. Of course washing his face with cold water wasn't enough to make him stay awake, so he goes to the kitchen to make his dark, no cream, two sugars cup of coffee. After a few seconds of blowing on it in a futile attempt to cool it faster, he drinks it straight like he would water then regrets it when he burns his tongue. Afterwards, Hitoshi goes back to his room to change to his uniform and on his way out of the apartment he picks up the lunch his mother prepared for him or what he bought from the convenience store. With all that done, he walks to school for about 8 minutes with slow rock blaring through his headset.

Once he gets to the school proper, some would try to stay away from his path towards his classroom. Oh, and can't forget about the whispers, the whispers which he can't hear through his music. Hitoshi gets to class not too early nor too late. He takes off his headset and tucks it into his bag once he has sat down in his corner on the back, away from gossiping fellow teenagers. Classes starts and he would listen and take notes if he's feeling like it, otherwise he would just stare out the window beside him, trying not to fall asleep. Hitoshi would take his lunch on the old student council room rumored to be hunted by a groaning ghost, he would finish eating then return to the classroom five minutes before class starts again. When the class ends, he would go home or go to a convenience store to buy himself some snacks or tomorrow's lunch.

Today, he decided to go for snacks, but instead of going home eating unhealthy food, he was cornered in the back alley across the convenient store he was supposed to go to. It wasn't really the first time someone cornered Hitoshi, but he usually gets out scat free with his bluff and intimidation.

But today isn't that day. Hitoshi gets himself pummeled by kids from another school who are clearly happy to have a punching bag, according to them, they had heard of him – and of course how villainous his quirk is – and their usual unwilling punching bag had been constantly evading them or have someone with him that these idiots are afraid of.

So yeah, the four morons decided to have someone else to beat up now that their usual victim is expertly escaping them.

But then, something unexpected happened again. A girl came out of nowhere and her very presence scares the crap out of the idiots.

Hitoshi kinda gets it. She exudes danger and controlled violence in her very red eyes. She stands tall with firm confidence and self-assuredness that even if they were slightly taller – and yes it was only slightly, except for the half naked guy who only has her at shoulder height, but still she's quite tall for a girl – she still seemed to be looking down at them.

Then an even more unexpected thing happens. She started defending him against the idiots with poor life choices.

Her mouth is filthy, full of curses and harsh words but when she looked at him, Hitoshi caught the righteous fury, indignation and concern for him. It was strange indeed, only his parents had looked at him like that when he fails to hide some of the bruises that still haven't healed, it was strange to have a stranger to look at him like that.

(She was the first and Hitoshi doesn't even know her name.)

Hitoshi ends up using his quirk anyway after painstakingly trying to avoid using it. He had no choice but to use it if he doesn't want to feel guilty afterwards for letting a girl get beat up – not that she looks like she's going to get beat up, she looks like she'll be the one giving the beating – on his behalf after defending him. Once Hitoshi managed to scare them off, he was left with the aggressive girl who then drags him towards the convenience store he was supposed to go to.

She then proceeds to sit beside him much to his surprise and confusion. But then she started taking out a medical kit out of her school bag and the reason behind it became clear.

Why does she have a first aid kit on her bag?

She introduces herself as Bakugou Katsuki. And apparently, she's their school's president of the disciplinary committee which was a little hard to believe given her personality. Bakugou seems to be the type to be disciplined rather than the one doing the disciplining. Hitoshi voiced it that much.

"You don't have to be so doubtful Purple Panda."

Yikes, what's with that nickname, are his eyebags that bad or is it the black eye? Good thing his parents wouldn't be home until the next week, he doesn't really want to make up a lie again.

Hitoshi flinches back when calloused fingers takes hold of his chin and in contrast to Bakugou's harsh potty mouth her hold on him was surprisingly gentle.

What a dichotomy.

"Now, fucking tell me your name and those bastards' reason why they're beating you up. Knowing those assholes, they're probably monologuing."

Bakugou dabs at the scratch on his face firmly but gently and her hands move like they are used to doing this from experience.

Hitoshi couldn't help but be dumbfounded for a moment as his mind reeled at the sudden turn of events and meeting with such a loud explosive character.

(This day certainly turned out to be bizarre one.)

Hitoshi comes back to himself when a particular firm dab stung his cheek.

"Oh, sorry about that." Her touch became gentle again. "Ya gonna answer or ya just gonna stare at me? I need to know how much punishment I'm gonna dish to those trash and some evidence for their shit."

With that, she had finished cleaning the scratches on Hitoshi's face that she finally lets him go and grabs the bruising cream.

This is really awkward. Might as well introduce myself before she grabs my face again.

"My name's Shinsou Hitoshi." He started, eyes averting slightly to the side when Hitoshi felt Bakugou's calloused fingers taking hold of his chin again.

He didn't notice it before because of the high tension, but Bakugou is actually pretty. Not in the conventional sense, but she's got that fierce wild Amazonian down pat. That realization alone makes it 100% more awkward on his part but the other doesn't seem to notice or is ignoring it all together.

This is why he avoids good looking people, they either notice their appearance effect or is completely oblivious. It's really unfair towards average people like him.

"…And I go to Nabu Middle."

"I see. So, you're from that private school from the east side of Musutafu."

"Yeah…" He trailed off awkwardly as she smeared the bruising cream lavishly on Hitoshi's bruised cheek. He ignored the careful finger and proceeded to answer her earlier question. "According to them, they chose me as a target because they want to teach me about not getting any ideas because of my villainous quirk." Hitoshi couldn't help the bitterness that dripped in his voice by the end of his explanation.

Suddenly, there's a spark of killing intent thriving in the air, not directed at him but at somewhere else. Hitoshi decided to say fuck it and looked at the girl who's reeking murderous aura.

At the sight of it, he couldn't help the shiver that went down his spine.

It was… a face alright.

If Hitoshi thought Bakugou was pretty in a wild way before, now he thinks she's nothing more than a demon with a pleasant smile. A beatific smile that promises plenty of blood and pain. It's a good thing that it wasn't directed to him at all and he would never want it to be directed at him at all.

"Those fucktards balls are so fucking dead~" The sweet lilt in her voice is nothing but nice and her statement more of a promise than a threat. "So tell me Shinsou-kun, what else did they say?"

Sweating from his seat because of the pressure, Hitoshi couldn't help but note that her fingers remained careful and gentle despite her spike of aggression.

The aggression, which mind you, wasn't directed at him but on the idiots from earlier.

Who is Hitoshi to stop someone out to get someone who deserves it?

He smirked despite the pain in his face. "They also told me that the one they usually hunt for has been escaping them or is with someone they're very afraid of."

"I see." Bakugou lets go of his face after a satisfied nod, her red eyes glowing eerily with the way the last beams of sunlight casted on it. The message was clear. "Thank you for telling me, Shinsou-kun."

Hitoshi is certain that Bakugou is a terrifying individual, but so far, she's alright in his book. She defended him, a complete stranger to her, though it might have been because of her responsibility as DC president but that's beside the point. She's genuinely angry and concerned on his behalf, he can tell that much and Bakugou doesn't look like a pretentious person. Bakugou didn't even reacted in fear when she learned what his quirk was nor got angry when he had used it on her. And now, she's treating Hitoshi's wounds even though she didn't ask for his permission.

Hitoshi grinned even though his whole face wasn't so agreeable with the action.

"You're welcome Bakugou-chan and thanks for treating me."

The girl huffed as she got out of his personal space and started gathering her supplies.

"Thank me later when I present their wrecked balls for you as peace offering for their shitty attitude and your sacrifice."

Sacrifice? What sacrifice? Is she talking about the original target?

"Thanks, but no thanks. I don't have a need for those… useless things." And she looks like a person who would follow through her threats and promises.

"Suit yourself." She smirked in satisfaction; her eyes directed to her phone. "By the way, I recorded our conversation and I think I now have sufficient evidences to get those nutfuckers out of my damn school."

When and how did she even record it? I didn't see her setup her phone.

"…Okay."

He had no choice at this point anyway so might as well go along like he had a choice.

"Anyways, when you get home you should ice that." Bakugou slung her bag to her shoulder and stood up from her seat. She points at her eye where his black eye was placed. "I wanna know if you perpetually look like a fucking panda or not. See ya next time!" She directed one last smirk at him and started walking away.

Does that mean we're going see each other next time? Hitoshi waved halfheartedly when the girl looked back and waved at him, the last blaze of the afternoon light casting her retreating figure in a bright glow.

Probably not. Our schools are at the opposite side of town.

Hitoshi could only hope that they do meet again, she seems like a very interesting person.

Scratch that. Hitoshi meets her again the next day with a freckled boy with green hair stopping her from entering his school. She's cackling madly with a jar in her hand that has something circular floating in it.

Hitoshi suddenly remember her promise yesterday and curses himself for hoping to meet the terrifying girl again.

"Hey Shinsou! Get your ass over here I have a gift for you and I forgot to do something to you yesterday!"

Is it too late to run back and act like I don't know her?

Looking at her frantic waving and wide smile, it's probably all to late.

Omake: The Special Breakfast

"Here."

"Uh… Young Bakugou, what is this?"

One skeletal finger pointed at the wrapped sandwich and bottled milk that Katsuki was holding out towards him.

"Are you going to ask me everytime I give you shit? Of course it's your fucking breakfast!" Since he was being slow, she shoved the food towards the emaciated man and rummage through her backpack once again to bring out an apple to shove it once again towards the man.

"Seriously, you're an adult with some serious fucking health issues and you go running around without eating shit while training fucking Deku. Whoever your doctor is, I pity them. You're a real shitty patient."

The man chuckled awkwardly after that. "Ahaha, you're quite right about that but I'm not really―"

"Eat it. Or I'll make sure that you'll be eating that through a tube on a hospital bed." Katsuki sent the stubborn number one hero with one of her "do it or else" stare.

To say the least, seeing All Might, the fucking symbol of peace fucking wilt like a droopy sunflower sent a rush of reassurance in Katsuki.

Good. He fucking needs to eat if he wants to continue his charade as the world's greatest dancing monkey.

"Thank you young Bakugou."

"You're fucking welcome. Now, if you're really grateful, you better finish that or I'll make do of my promise. Now where the fuck is― OI! BROCCOLLI HEAD! STOP HUMPING AND MOANING OVER THAT OLD ELECTRIC GENERATOR AND GET YOU'RE FUCKING BREAKFAST HERE!"

The head full of dark curly hair immediately whipped towards Katsuki's direction that she could practically here the snap. From the distance, Deku's very red face looked like a strawberry in Katsuki's eyes.

Beside her, All Might choked on his sandwich which she graciously helped by pounding his back opening the bottled milk.

"Ahem… m-must you say it like that young Bakugou?"

"I say it, how I see it." Katsuki said, no regrets whatsoever in her face for being vulgar.

Besides, it's fun to see people's faces when she says shit that can be misconstrued. It's fucking hilarious.

"KACCHAN! I'M NOT HUMPING THE GENERATOR! I'M LIFTING THE GENERATOR!" The boy gestured wildly at the huge bulky piece of scrap that most likely weighed over 70 kilos.

Katsuki snorted. "YEAH RIGHT, IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE THAT FROM OVER HERE!"

"KACCHAN!~" Deku whined.

"WHATEVER, GET YOU'RE FUCKING BREAKFAST ALREADY!"

"ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT! I'M COMING!~"

"GET A ROOM FUCKING DEKU!"

Again. All Might choked on his sandwich, so Katsuki helped him once again.

"KACCHAN!"

Being her is just so much fun.

A/N: Oh hello there! It's been a while, hasn't it? I would like to say sorry about that and you would get a lot more since college is after my ass once again.

Thank you all for being patient with these slow updates but yeah, I hope you guys enjoyed it. And a wild Shinsou appeared! My spirit animal is here and my job is done.

Leave a review and scream at me for this chapter, love ya 3