Bk side of the story

Chapter 2: do you hear me, Deku?

04.08 :: 00:12:44

"Ha… this is fucking stupid. If it isn't for the sleep-deprived one-legged half-blind Spartan fucker threatening to lock me up with shitty Hound Dog, I wouldn't be doing this. "It'll help you sort out your feelings and thoughts," my ass. What I NEED is for them to sort out Deku's stupid nerd ass and bring him fucking back. In one piece, preferably, 'cuz he still owes me tearing him to pieces for that disappearing act. What an asshole. Who the hell does he think he is, ha? Fucking Santa Claus who leaves a goddamn letter instead of presents and gone before light breaks? News flash, dipshit, you ain't old enough to sprout white hair. Do you hear me, Deku? What you're doing is making Auntie– fuck, Auntie Inko. Your own goddamn mother, Deku– grow white hairs. She's still pretty, you nerd. Sucks for you that you didn't take after her in that department. Great… now I'm going senile and talking to this shitty– what, is this vintage or something– audio recorder like it's Deku. Whatever. Not gonna use this again. I hope Deku burns in hell like I burnt his shitty letter."

04.11 :: 00:33:59

"Somehow, for some fucking reason, the pirate found out about me chucking this clunky old thing in my side table. It's like the universe told him, "Oh, you lost an eye? Here, have the uncanny ability to be able to keep an eye on your 19 students." What the hell is this, a shounen manga with that blindfolded-wearing dick? I swear to fucking God I'll find whatever peeping mechanism him and the other bigwigs still sitting on their goddamn asses installed in our rooms. Shitty Ei told me that ain't it. Him and his stupid eyes just looked at me like– fuck. Fuck him. Fuck whatever shit that was in all of their eyes earlier. I don't need any goddamn pity. Not from the old hag when she keeps slipping me numbers I don't need to call. I don't have time to waste on crap like that when Deku– that goddamn nerd– is out there and OFFERING HIMSELF ON A PLATTER… Fuck. This is why I didn't want to pick this up again. It's like there's just this… what, switch, that comes on when the light turns on and it's just it and me here. In the dark. And I fucking always talk about that nerd. I… I don't want to talk about him. Not when he just fucking left me when he told me–"

(The audio is cut off.)

04.14 :: 01:01:43

"Can't believe it took that fucking long for those assholes to leave already. It's like that saying– offer a pillow and they'll want the whole bed. Or some proverb crap like that. What, just because I'm– ugh– doing this cheesy, nerdy, uncool, audio journal thing doesn't mean I have to suddenly learn stupid shit like that. I got more important things to remember in this head, assholes. Fighting strategies and tactics, enemy intel, faces of people I hate, and names of people I tolerate. That's it. But apparently, the goddamn class thinks otherwise. If their sudden– what, intervention or hug-cry session– was saying anything, they think there's this other part. It's a neglected part, they said. A part of me that I fucking know is there but I choose to pretend isn't, hoping that it'll just die off just as plants do when they're placed in the shade long enough– no notice of the sun whatsoever. You know what I said to that? "What the actual fuck." I said that– it wasn't a question or anything– because really, what the hell. If it's a long way of telling me I'm emotionally constipated, they should've just jumped right into it. What a bunch of saps. At least their snot and tears didn't get all over my stuff or anything. Ha… what idiots."

04.18 :: 00:04:32

"I heard them. Those assholes. I fucking knew they weren't trying to find Deku. Eyepatch and Loudmouth have been too lax– no press conference called or anything. I should've fucking known then. I shouldn't have trusted them with Deku–"

(The audio is cut off.)

04.19 :: 03:54:12

"Ngh, fuck… It's, uh– dammit, stop moving around you goddamn numbers– around… Whatever. I saw a twenty-three so it's sometime before it yet. 'It' being my birthday. There's this thing right? Where you get two birthday wishes: when the numbers turn zero and when the numbers turn to the ones when you were actually born. Since I got two, let me make one now. The time's… fuck, whatever. That looks like a zero, anyway. Birthday boy's always right. Alright, first wish: that all alcohol in this goddamn world disappear and will never be able to show up not while I'm fucking alive and breathing. There. I get to never experience whatever bullshit this is that those dead assholes tricked me into ever again and I'm a goddamn hero to the liver-thing association. Now, since I'm the luckiest bastard ever, I know that I'm born just a few minutes after midnight. Ha, should've seen the look on their faces, Deku. Especially on Icy Hot. "Even in the matters of birth, you're as competitive as always, Bakugou," he said. But I fucking swear I found him in the kitchen later, phone in hand and looking at a picture of his birth certificate. Sneaky fucker. 'M not overly competitive, dipshits. There ain't a soul alive that isn't competitive over the things they love. Idiots who don't fucking FIGHT for what or who they want, don't deserve to call whatever it is they feel as 'love.' And now it's time for my second wish. It's easy. It's what I've been wishing for since… fuck, I don't know. A long time. My second wish has never changed and I don't think it ever will and I'm fine with that I guess. Sober me anyway. Underage drunk me right now's pretty pissed off so I'm just gonna charge this wish a bit stronger than the past years. Just a bit. That's fine, right Deku? Mhm, well, I… I wish…"

(The audio runs for a few more hours before there's a scuffle, thud, and it ends.)

04.23 :: 01:14:32

"I hate him. That guy. Running off that shitty mouth with no care– how the hell was I supposed to react? What else did everyone think, ha? That I'll just shrug it off since it's just from an extra. Yeah, that's what Hound Dog thought. "I know these are hard times and tension's taut in the air, but it doesn't justify you attacking a civilian under U.A.'s protection. This isn't like you," and yada-yada. What bullshit. Civilian? Yeah, I know heroes don't do that. Attack them, I mean. But I've always hated the norm– going beyond or wrecking what's expected; that's who I fucking am. And if the first step towards that is breaking the nose of that asshole who branded Deku as a goddamn villain-Nomu who should just drop dead with OFA, I don't regret shit. Not even when Shitty Ei or prissy Shou gave me those goddamn looks. Like I was a child in the middle of the apocalypse who was throwing a tantrum. It's the apocalypse, alright. A tantrum? Sure, whatever. But a child? Well… Sucks for them, I've been fighting for that goddamn nerd since we learned each other's names."

04.24 :: 00:00:05

"I'm not in the goddamn mood."

04.27 :: 04:24:55

(There's nothing but the sound of breathing and cr–)

04.29 :: 00:22:53

"I think about it sometimes. The moment when I turned from protector to tormentor and then back. There are other people who don't remember much from when they were kids, right? Not even the feelings or anything. Just vague swathes of colors and on some occasion– sound and sensations. Ha… I want to be like them sometimes. Yeah, it's kinda cowardly to forget. But the involuntary act of forgetting is sometimes more powerful for those like me who can never forget. Ei doesn't understand. So do the others. But Shou does and, well, better than no one, I guess. That doesn't-understand-how-jokes-work and noodle-slurping asshole's a bit tolerable nowadays. Heh, looks like you were right Deku. We're more alike that I thought. Guess it just took you gone for us to get, ugh, close. Fuck, saying that just made me have goosebumps. Shit. Never saying that again. Just as I'm never saying… well, yeah. It sucks. Not being able to forget. Because instead of getting flushed out, it's in this goddamn cycle that plays like a broken record. It goes one way and then stutters, and dials back to the start. I thought I finally fixed it. "Stay here, Kacchan," my ass. Why don't you just… fuck, why didn't you just say it to my goddamn face that you didn't want me anymore, Deku? Fuck… use that muttering of yours to good use and tell it to me outright. Don't, ngh, don't pull me around like this. Please."

(The rest of the audio is Katsuki cr–)

05.02 :: 00:12:45

"All Might's back. He looks like shit. That skeleton's hearing's uncanny just like fucking Zoro is with his eyes– or well, eye. I swear to fucking God he'd be the first to hear a fart in a crowded and noisy room– maybe even before the person who farted. But something was different today. I'm literally shaming the ninja name and yet he didn't notice. Hah… of course. Of-fucking-course it'd be about that goddamn nerd. You, Deku. Watch me catch your ungrateful stuck-up ass, Deku. Watch me, nerd. I'll make you fucking pay for making YOUR hero– the one who made you who you are now if not a piece of flaming shit– doubt the merits of his legacy. Fuck you, Deku."

05.04 :: 01:45:59

"Shou finally left. After, what, three hours of invading my goddamn room and, ugh, talking. I know the bastard's the only one I'm practically tolerating now but that's because he doesn't fucking talk. Should've appreciated the time when he was doing that whole Ice Prince act. It's like another version of you now, Deku. But, heh, taller. Say… have you grown a few inches, nerd? Nah, I don't think so. You've always been on the shorter side, right? But I don't know. I got no fucking idea what's been happening to you since you… Ha, I don't know. I don't know, I don't know… just, what the actual fuck, Deku? What do you take me for? What do I… fuck, ngh, did I even mean anything to you? Did the trust that YOU of all people know not anyone get from me, not mean shit to you? Am I, hah, am I that discardable? I… I don't know why I'm fucking asking when you're not even here. When you're who the fuck knows where– not eating, not bathing, not sleeping, not fucking stopping. I just, I can't do this anymore. I can't keep using this goddamn recorder as a substitute for you. Because for as much as you think I can be discarded and replaced, you, Deku… I can't do the same with you. It's always been you, ngh, nerd. So, please. Come back home."

05.16 :: 08:43:22

"–and I, what…? Who the hell's knocking? Ugh, dammit. Everyone knows I'm busy this time of the ni– De… Izuku?"

.

"Hi Kacchan," Even with want of rest seeping in his bones and weighing down on his face, Izuku still managed to crack a smile at Katsuki. He knew the situation was weird– him showing up in the middle of the night when he knew Katsuki was asleep.

But here he was– here they were.

Unlike Izuku, Katsuki had nothing but boxers on. Vanilla blonde locks were sticking up in various directions, with the light coming from the moonlight slipping through the veranda blinds, turning them silver– ethereal.

Izuku expected to see some drool drying on Katsuki's chin and maybe a few involuntary scratches on his stomach. He expected Katsuki's voice to be gruff as it was in the rare early mornings he'd catch the blonde in the kitchen.

There wasn't any of that but alert scarlet eyes, not containing a single trace of sleep.

Suddenly, he felt out of place. He took a step back, and his hand that was reaching out faltered in its path. Izuku let out a forced laugh.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Kacchan. I didn't think you'd actually– um," He took another step back, body curling in on itself. "I'll just go back to my room. I'm sor–"

Katsuki sighed, and his hand darted out and wrapped around Izuku's awkwardly outstretched hand. There was this minuscule of a second where Izuku's senses went haywire– his instinct rearing up like a raging bonfire.

For a second, split as it was, he registered Katsuki– Kacchan– as a threat.

If Katsuki noticed, the blonde didn't show anything. Even with how Izuku's eyes have been well too used to seeing in the dark, he didn't see anything on the other's face.

There was just a tug, a soft click of the door, soft footfalls on the wooden floor, and–

Warmth.

"K-Kacchan?"

Katsuki didn't answer. Big arms, tight and secure around Izuku, maintained their position even as he shifted at the sudden predicament. There was a bit of a struggle in turning, but Izuku managed.

Now, face-to-face with the blonde, the question he wanted to ask doesn't tumble from his lips. An explanation of why he'd come knocking failed to sprout again, and while Izuku could easily unearth it again, he'd rather not at this moment.

Not right now.

Izuku's hands somehow found their way up. Somewhere along the line, they'd unfurled from fists, and the tension in them bled out. Still, they shook.

"You're shaking," Katsuki's voice rumbled, and the warm breath on his cheek made him sigh. "Couldn't sleep?"

Izuku marveled at the movement of Katsuki's jaw against his hand for a few silent beats before answering. "I could." His other continued to feel the rhythm of the heart that responded to his.

"You could?"

He nodded and smiled. Then, suddenly, the muscles he felt on Katsuki's face moved. The blinds of the veranda shifted, and moonlight graced Izuku with a sight unlike any other–

Bakugou Katsuki's smile.

"I could," whispered Izuku. "But I didn't want to without you, Kacchan."

Katsuki's arms had long retreated from around Izuku, but he didn't mind. Not really. Not when that sliver of a distance between them– from kilometers suddenly crunched down into centimeters– was closed and met.

Izuku was shaking, and so was Katsuki. Hands– warm, rough, gentle– alternated between cupping his face and hovering above it; desperate and hesitant. Those hands he knew produced miracles now treated him as one, fingers catching the tears that fell without Izuku's permission.

In between the kisses, he'd hear Katsuki croak out in a broken whisper– "Don't leave. Stay. Please, Izuku."– and he'd answer in turn with a whimper; a whine; a cry of a name he never wanted to be without– "Kacchan. Kacchan."

Nights had always been cold for Izuku. Lacking shelter as he went to and fro from one place to the next that OFA led him, the rain had always been a constant companion.

But the tears that fell between them, Izuku thinks, had never been so warm and reminiscent of home.

.

06.01 :: 00:05:23

"Okay… fuck, okay, okay… I'm– dammit, what's so fucking hard about this? I've done tons of shit like this. It's not a big deal. NOT a big deal. Okay, who the hell am I kidding, 'course it's a big fucking deal. Fuck. Okay. O-kay… I'm starting. This is just practice anyway. Ha… If I could count the number of times the old hag or some shitty extra told me that I talk too loud, shout too much, or just scream in their faces too much, I'll be a goddamn millionaire. Maybe get to buy an island where I get to chuck Pikachu and Ears to so they can finally get their heads out of their asses– yeah, we're not fucking blind you lovesick idiots. Anyway. Yeah. I'll be rich as hell. Raccoon Eyes told me once that I was 'overcompensating' and I swear I'm still going to get back at her for that someday– yeah, you heard me. Shitty Hair thinks it's just the way I am. Half and Half actually fucking thought I was Present Mic's lovechild. Really, what'd I do to get surrounded by idiots like him? Opposite attracts or whatever, I guess. Too fucking bad, though. They're all wrong. 'Course they fucking are. How the hell were they supposed to know that I talked too loud, shouted, and screamed– practically became a goddamn beacon just so you won't take your eyes off me, Deku? How were they supposed to know that I didn't want anyone else to hear that voice of yours that always, always softens when you call me? They wouldn't have known. Not until now. But I'm not super sappy so I'll say it now that I swear I'll still scream at you to shut up when you digress too much. I swear I'll shout at you to wake up every morning because heroes can have bedhead but not be late, nerd. I swear– no, I promise that… for the rest of the days where you're with me and I'm with you, I'll make sure tell you– scream it, shout it– that I love you. Now better say "I do" because this goddamn venue and crap's going out of our supposed retirement savings, Izuku."

AN:

Bonus: after the storm, wedding planner squad forces them to go through with the ceremony. Kr decides his best man speech is playing a video of underage drunk bk who's hugging a dk cutout (hagakure's bday gift)

This was fun to write hehe thanks for reading (idk if there were tho lolol)