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Days turned into weeks since that incident, and Bakugo forgot all about that brat - forgot that someone else out there was vying for his nerd's attention.
That is, until the day he took part in his agency's charity event; a day that changed Bakugo's outlook on wishing ill will upon someone almost half his age.
As part of a PR program their agency was doing, the heroes were all partnering with their local academies for a large scale fundraiser. It was meant to help raise money to help those living in the affected areas heavily damaged after the last massive villain attack. Two heroes were set to promote their assigned school to help generate more donations with their presence alone - or at least that was the idea. The more popular the hero, the more of a crowd they'd draw in, and in turn pulling in more donations. They were also booked to do a 2 hour autograph session at the fundraiser's end, racking up even more charitable donations.
A docket of each classes selected fundraiser idea was submitted, and luckily, the heroes were allowed to choose which event they wanted to pick. That way they got something that suited their personal interests so that it didn't feel so much like a work requirement. Being former alumni of U.A, and as an added bonus of being dubbed the Wonder Duo, he was paired with Deku for the PR affair.
So when the registry of fundraisers taking place at their old high school finally got forwarded to his work email, Katsuki perused it quickly, determined to pick an event that wouldn't be a total fucking pain. He wanted something where he could apply himself.
And hopefully help boost his ranking.
Maid cafe. Romeo and Juliet play. Maid cafe. Haunted house. Maid cafe. Car wash. Maid cafe. Video game tournament. Cosplay cafe. Beauty contest. Comedy club. Hug Booth. Dog wash.
Katsuki's ruby eyes narrowed onto the screen, lips curling into a scowl as he continued to scroll through.
Date Auction. Maid cafe. Kiss Booth. Maid cafe. Escape room. Maid cafe. Bake sale. Haunted House. Fashion show. Culinary throwdown. Maid cafe. Dance competition. Photo shoot.
He scoffed at most of the choices. The only fucking idea that appealed to him was the culinary event - and what the fuck was everyone's fucking obsession with maid cafes!?
He knew what he was fucking picking from all these shitty options. There was no doubt about it, so without a second thought, Bakugo marked himself down for the culinary throwdown. Cooking was one of his other passions, and though highly unlikely, if his hero profession didn't pan out, he could always pursue a career in that field.
Deku always thoroughly enjoyed his cooking, as did all his friends and family.
He didn't think about it much after that though, as a knock against the door pulled him from his thoughts. Eijirou poked his head into the communal office with a wide grin, "Ready to go, Bakubro?"
Katsuki scowled, closing his laptop as he rose from his chair, "You in that much of a hurry to lose again, shitty hair?"
Kirishima laughed, a competitive fire burning in his crimson eyes, "I'll definitely rep more this time!"
"We'll see about that." Katsuki scoffed, and they set off to the agency gym on the lower floor.
Their company prided itself on having the best heroes, and to keep up with that image, all pros were required to spend an hour on the clock performing some sort of physical activity. He didn't mind it, and being paid to work out when he probably would've done so anyway just worked for him. He used to go with Izuku, but after being caught fucking in the showers after their workout, they were banned from using the facility gym together.
That really fucking sucked.
He'd tried to explain that technically, they were following protocol, but HR wasn't buying it. Hence, he and Deku were prohibited from entering the gym together, coupled with 2 week's worth of unpaid overtime and a 3 day suspension.
So he went with Kirishima now.
It was worth it though to see the look of horror that permeated Kaminari's face when he'd found them. The idiot had kept some distance from him since, too embarrassed to face him yet. Bakugo was glad for the few weeks of serenity and not constantly hearing his friend complain about trying to work up the nerve to ask Jirou out.
The blonde was a moron; Kyouka clearly fucking liked the dumbass - for reasons beyond Bakugo's comprehending.
Inside the locker room, Katsuki and Eijirou peeled their hero costumes off to change into workout clothes.
"So you and Midoriya got picked for U.A, huh?" The redhead asked, giving his friend a curious look as he tightened the cords of his shorts.
Bakugo stepped into his joggers, surprised that people were already hearing about it. The promotional photos weren't scheduled until the weekend, and then marketing wouldn't be spreading the word until next week.
Word traveled fucking fast.
"Did you hear that from Pinky?"
"Surprisingly, no," Kirishima laughed as he pulled his head through his shirt.
They both knew the acidic hero had a penchant for gossip. Nothing got past her. She heard everything, from whispers of a rumor to hard cold facts, even in their agency. She was formidable with her network of secrets, especially since she fucking worked in a different hero agency.
"Midoriya actually told me."
Bakugo made a noise of acknowledgment as he tugged his tank top on. It was weird for the nerd to be spilling the beans about this so early. He liked to surprise his fans and friends with his PR appearances.
"He said something about knowing one of the students there. A friend or something?" The hardening hero pulled his athletic shoes out as he closed his locker. "Said that he'd signed up for their fundraiser… Are you doing the same one?"
"Hah." Katsuki's brows furrowed as he propped his foot up on the bench to tie his shoes. Deku hadn't mentioned anything like that to him. And he couldn't help wonder what young friend the nerd made that went to their old school, and why he'd never bothered to mention it. "This is actually the first I'm hearing about it, shitty hair. And no, I'm doing a culinary competition."
"Ah. Well, it's probably someone in his fan club or something then," Eijirou shrugged, standing from the bench as he stretched, "Midoriya is pretty involved with his fans, which is super cool of him I think!"
The blonde grunted in response. That sounded like Deku - always trying to please his fans and get on a more personal level with them. He enjoyed being there for his fans when he could.
The total opposite of Bakugo; he devoted his life to saving them, so in return, they could leave him the fuck alone. They didn't, of course, but that was how he felt about it.
But something about the nerd perhaps trying to appeal to a particular fan nagged at him as they stepped out into the gym. Who was this kid? Why was Deku going out of his way to appeal to this one fan? He was gonna ask Izuku about it later.
"And that cooking competition sounds fun, bro. You do have a talent for it."
Katsuki scoffed, taking the compliment with a smirk, "Tell me something I don't know."
Eijirou laughed.
They hit the treadmill after that to warm up, and while they did that, their conversation moved from the fundraisers to Kirishima inviting himself over for dinner next week, then to their double date that night - how Mina and Izuku were excited to try that new fancy restaurant that opened up in the ritzy side of town. The two idiots hadn't shut up about it since they'd made the plans 2 weeks ago, but he was glad his nerd was excited.
He was too if he was honest.
He hadn't been able to hang out with Eijirou in a while - not since he'd finally proposed to the alien queen. They'd been busy planning the wedding since then. So he'd really been looking forward to having dinner with his friend tonight; though he'd never voice that aloud.
He did have an image to uphold afterall.
They moved on to weights eventually, and Katsuki forgot all about the PR function and Izuku's mystery friend, mind more occupied with crushing Eijirou's rep count - which he did by a single point… again.
Kirishima vowed to beat him next time.
Days went by and the day of their fundraiser arrived.
After checking in with campus staff, Katsuki and Izuku traversed their old high school all decked out in their hero gear. Everywhere they went, eyes were on them, and Bakugo could feel his ego swell. He'd always liked that sense of satisfaction that came with being the best, of having someone witness his grandeur. And he knew he was great - his ranking proved that - so it wasn't false machismo.
Deku nudged his arm as they were led to the event area. Their guide was some B-list hero, and for the life of him, Katsuki couldn't remember his name or quirk, but the dude started yakking on about what a privilege it was to have the Wonder Duo back in their school, and how excited the school was to have them helping raise money for such a great cause. They ignored the teacher though, letting him ramble on and on about their amazing feats - as though they hadn't witnessed them first-hand - and instead, they had a conversation of their own.
"Feels weird being back, huh?" Izuku's emerald eyes glistened with nostalgia, a soft smile adorning his lips.
Bakugo definitely hadn't anticipated walking through these hallowed halls quite yet. But it did make memories of his time here flood his mind - how hard they worked to get where they are now, the drama and hormones that came with being teens all living together in one place, the fun they had, the pain they experienced, and the day he and Deku became a couple.
"Yeah. Place feels smaller though, doesn't it?"
Izuku chuckled softly, "We weren't as tall back then."
Bakugo just grunted. Perhaps the nerd was right. They were older and taller than they'd been then - wiser too.
Their guide lead them out of the building and out into the sun, reminiscing over the day of their debut as heroes. He must be an avid fan with the way he described it, like it was a momentous day in history - which he supposed it was in a way. But Katsuki and Deku still continued ignoring the man; the guy however, hadn't yet noticed the two heroes weren't listening to him prattle on.
"Look." The nerd commented, motioning towards the school with a tilt of his head.
They could see students peering at them through their classroom windows, hands and faces pressed against the glass to get a better look at the famous heroes. Again, Bakugo felt his confidence swell, and he stood straighter, arrogant smile stretching across his lips as his ruby eyes darted their direction, nodding his head towards them in admission. He liked the attention and it fueled his pride. And it couldn't hurt to give the brats some recognition - maybe it would help his ranking, who knew.
Izuku waved at the kids, his trademark hero smile gracing his features, and they could see the students all fluttering in awe that the pro heroes Ground Zero and Deku acknowledged them.
"Remember to go easy on the kids, Kacchan."
The blonde turned his attention back on the viridian teen, a snort rushing out of him, "Fuck no, nerd. This is a fucking culinary throwdown, Deku. I'm not easing up just cuz they're fucking brats."
Izuku smiled through pursed lips, trying to stifle a laugh and it warmed Katsuki's chest. "Guess I should've expected that."
"Besides, from what I've been told, the brats going up against me have excellent cooking skills." The bomber hero explained as he shoved his hands into his pockets. "If they're aiming to be top heroes, I wouldn't expect them to slack in this either, so I'm definitely going Plus Ultra on these twerps."
Amusement shone in Izuku's green eyes, but before he could comment again, their guide stopped in front of a large auditorium.
"Here we are, Ground Zero, sir." The man spoke, waving his arms towards the double door entrance. "The culinary event will take place here. I can escort you to the event planner so you can begin to prepare as soon as-"
He didn't get to finish his sentence since a black haired teen dressed in the school's uniform walked up at the exact time.
"I'm here."
They all turned to look at the student, and while Izuku's face split into a large fawning smile with his large sparkling eyes, Katsuki felt his teeth clench hard as his ruby orbs pierced murderously into those familiar beady, black eyes.
And then Eijirou's words from a few weeks ago shot through his head.
What. The. Actual. Fuck. This was the person the shit nerd was talking about!? This cuck was the young mystery "friend" Deku had!?
And of all the fucking schools, this shit had to go here?! The same fucking place where they were booked for their charity fundraiser! What were the fucking odds!?
"Kouta-kun!"
The teen had the fucking nerve to smirk at Katsuki as Deku brought him in for a hug, his hands wrapping around his nerd and gliding down his back - and far too fucking close to Izuku's ass for Bakugo's liking.
He was ready to blast the kid - to incinerate him into an unrecognizable corpse!
"Izuku."
Katsuki felt his blood boil, anger spiking to levels that weren't great for his blood pressure as he resisted the urge to shove the smarmy dick back a few hundred feet. He clenched his fists inside his pockets as Deku stepped back, that adorable smile still plastered to his face as he held onto the twerp's shoulders.
He had to keep his cool.
This wasn't a personal encounter out in the world as Katsuki Bakugo, where he could do whatever; he was working, and his actions were being judged as pro hero Ground Zero right now.
And this being a PR function, he couldn't afford to let his emotions rule over him. There'd be hell to pay with the agency and it would negatively affect his rankings if Ground Zero was seen harassing a fucking student of their fundraising program.
Be cool.
"Ah. I see you two are friends," the guide said with a smile.
Bakugo's head turned towards the teacher, ruby eyes sharp daggers intent to maim; he wanted to punch the man in the face for even suggesting such a fucking ridiculous -
"He's a good friend of mine," Izuku nodded happily, large smile never leaving his face. The blonde's head mechanically turned towards him, daggers shifting into a look of complete incredulity at the viridian hero.
What. The. Fuck! Since fucking when did Deku consider this fucker a friend?! Much less a good friend!?
The teen prick's onyx eyes twinkled as he threw yet another smug smile Katsuki's way. Unlike the oblivious Deku and the stupid (for making the nerd say he was "good friends" with this douchebag) teacher, the cuck knew exactly how those words hit Bakugo, and his arrogance only grew. "Oh yeah. Great friends. I've known Izuku a long time."
Katsuki wanted to scream. Surely there was no motherfucking way Deku was really "friends" with this obnoxious shit, right! Izuku was just trying to humor an avid fanboy. This cockblocker was just some fucking brat turned hardcore fanboy that had admired the nerd for a few years and was now turning into a fucking stalker!
The snot-nosed fucker said, voice dripping with self-satisfaction, "Izuku and I have a history together."
And of fucking course the insolent bastard just thought he could say Deku's motherfucking given name like that. Just because they had 'history'.
As fucking if!
Bakugo had way more fucking real history with Izuku than this fuck face ever would in a lifetime!
Fuck, what be wouldn't give to be allowed to wring this brat's scrawny neck for even trying to imply that what he had with Deku could be classified as history! Much less thought that Deku truly meant that he saw him as a good friend, let alone a great one! The nerd was just trying to be nice!
He didn't know when he'd started grinding his teeth, but apparently he was doing it loud enough to draw attention back to him. Deku gave him a perplexed look, and the cuck's beady eyes shimmered with insolence as his lips twisted into that annoying as fuck smirk. Bakugo knew the teen dirtbag was aware of his animosity, and he desperately wanted to show the little fucker just how much he disliked him...
If only they weren't doing this PR event, and if only the nerd wasn't present, Katsuki would give the obnoxious brat a piece of his mind… or more accurately, a fist… And then another. And another. And another...
"W-well, Kouta here will lead you to your area, Deku, sir." The guide stammered, unaware of the murderous thoughts rampaging through Katsuki, yet sensing his hostility. The same couldn't really be said about Deku though; the nerd was oblivious as always.
"Okay." Izuku nodded, confusion still shadowed across his face as he gave Bakugo a quick smile, "Have fun, Kacchan."
Unclenching his jaw, he gave Deku a strained smile that was more teeth than anything. He could see that Izuku saw his discomfort, though unaware as ever, didn't put two and two together as to why. But they didn't have time to talk about it, they were on company time, and the fundraiser was set to start soon.
They had a job to do after all.
"Follow me, Izuku." The shit stain grinned, shooting one last triumphant look Katsuki's way before he beckoned Izuku with a wave of his hand.
Giving the blonde another cautious smile, his nerd waved goodbye and followed along after the cockblocker. The fucker closed the gap between them as he walked, his hand brushing Deku's before the bastard threw his arm around Izuku's shoulders. Bakugo had to hold back the impulse to surge forward with his Quirk and shove a fist full of explosions in the brat's face and push him away.
"Ground Zero?"
Bakugo let out a frustrated sigh, letting his violent thoughts go before he begrudgingly followed after the man.
He couldn't remember what Deku picked, but much to his chagrin, he remembered now that the nerd chose whatever stupid idea the dirtbag's class had gone with; more than ever, Katsuki wished he'd asked Izuku about his fundraiser. Or that they'd been assigned to any other fucking school not housing a shitty fucking high schooler intent on stealing the nerd's attention.
He racked his brain, trying to recall if the nerd dropped any hints about his charity event, but he was coming up blank. All he fucking remembered were maid cafes! He hadn't bothered to really look at the list.
And he fucking regretted it!
But he did his best to calm down. He couldn't do anything about it now, and he trusted Deku wouldn't allow that snot nosed kid to get so handsy….
… Or at least he hoped the idiot wasn't too fucking stupid to notice if the cuck was trying something.
They entered the auditorium and he was led to the student in charge of the competition. She walked him through the rules and breakdown of the throwdown; it would be 6 rounds, each with a theme and eliminating a competitor until they were left with a winner.
He nodded, and did his best to push that prick from his mind, trying to refocus his attention on his challenge as they gave him a black double breasted jacket and black pants to change into. He went to the lockers and began to change, but he couldn't stop thinking of that stupid dick face - kept picturing his grimy hands sliding down along Deku's back, smug ugly face leaning closer to the nerd's soft lips-
He dug the palms of his hands against his eyes, willing the images away, teeth clenched tight.
Focus!
If he was eliminated early, his event wouldn't bring in nearly as much funds. He needed to be on his A-game!
Besides, Izuku was nothing if not determined to raise as much money for this charity as possible. He wanted to help those in need, and at the moment, to do that, he needed to raise the required cash. He wouldn't let that little cocksucker distract him!
"Ground Zero?"
He dragged his palms down his face, releasing a deep sigh. Focus! He had a competition to fucking beat and money to raise! He needed to stop agonizing over some wannabe punk almost half his fucking age.
"Ground Zero, sir?"
That fucker wasn't a threat!
With a slam of the locker door, he walked out of the changing room, mind not quite there. He collided with the student that waited outside, sending her to the ground. He apologized and she let out a squeak, cheeks burning red as Bakugo helped her to her feet.
"T-t-the throwdown i-i-is about to start!" She stammered, fidgeting with her fingers, large eyes staring him down as her cheeks burned brighter. "K-kayo told me t-t-to get you."
And he let a small smile stretch across his lips, which made the young girl blush harder and avert her gaze. She reminded him of Deku with how nervous she was, and in that moment, he realized he had nothing to worry about.
Sure, the fucker could make the nerd squirm, but not like Katsuki did with just a single look - didn't know Izuku the ways he did - the difference in his quirkiness and fidgety manners when he was excited or nervous - the way his cheeks would go red when he was mad - the difference in his laugh when he really enjoyed something - the way his voice went a pitch higher when he had something great he wanted to share - the subtle ways he would play with his hands when he was sad or upset.
He had nothing to worry about!
Even if the prick thought he could just step in and sweep Deku away, he and the nerd had years of knowing each other for the asshole to do any damage.
That fucker wasn't a threat!
So with a clear mind and with his confidence renewed, he followed the blushing teen back to the auditorium, ready to cook circles around his competition. He didn't need to go worrying about a punk ass high schooler, much less work himself up with aggressive thoughts over the brat who thought he could wedge himself between him and Deku.
That fucker wasn't a threat!
That opinion didn't last. It changed drastically in a matter of hours when at his event's end, Katsuki went in search of Izuku to size up the nerd's own charity.
Though a couple, they were partners and rivals in their hero careers, and the blonde still wanted to 'win' this function. Bragging rights alone would make his day!
However, none of that mattered when he arrived and saw what Deku had chosen, and more specifically, what the nerd was wearing; especially when he considered the fact that the stalker was somewhere nearby and had convinced Izuku to participate in this event! Somehow the fucker had planned this out!
Under normal circumstances, Bakugo wouldn't have regretted choosing the culinary throwdown; he would have preened at having won the competition against some pretty impressive cooks. Even though they were teens, the brats gave him a run for his fucking money.
But that sense of accomplishment was completely overshadowed by the immense fury that exploded inside him. Never had he been so furious to see Deku shirtless while wearing tight spandex-like shorts than he was that day!
This was what the nerd enlisted for!? A fucking car wash!? And all at the fucking behest of a stupid motherfucking fanboy!?
The nerd was on full fucking display; skin glistening with moisture as the sun beat down on his glorious freckled physique; droplets running down his abs; shorts emphasizing the swell of his ass and the thickness of his thighs; not to mention the bulge of his fucking dick!
Everyone was fucking staring at him!
He was wringing out a sponge, big, goofy, adorable smile adorning his equally handsome face as he conversed amicably with the other students around him, oblivious as ever to the attention his defined body was drawing; all the hormonal high school students fawning - some drooling - over the pro hero Deku as they scrubbed the vehicle in front of them; the owners of the vehicles weren't any better.
Men and women alike all feasted upon the sight of his boyfriend; a literal wet dream in the flesh; Adonis reincarnate.
Katsuki wanted to fucking scream!
How the fuck had this slipped past him!? Why the fuck did he sign up for a cooking competition when the nerd was going to be half naked at the same time; slick and wet while he bent over cars, water dripping down his slim muscled body as strangers, both young and old, eyed him like a scrumptious morsel?!
And then to rub salt in the wound, he realized one of the brats he was talking to was that piece of shit cuck; saw the little bastard take full advantage of ogling the half naked hero while the nerd laughed and very obviously enjoyed the fucker's company; completely unaware of the lusty peers he was receiving from the teen.
Katsuki had known the dipshit would be here, but seeing him lick his lips like a fucking predatory while he watched the nerd made his blood boil.
Hell fucking no!
His feet carried him towards the nerd before he even realized it. The insolent bitch noticed him first, ebony eyes slightly dazed from staring so long at the man who was literal sunshine before that annoying gleam lit up his beady eyes, lips twisting into that smirk Katsuki wanted to punch off his fucking face. But Deku was here, so he couldn't just knock this bitch out.
Izuku turned then, emerald eyes growing as they fell upon him, smile widening and blinding him, "Kacchan! Is the competition over already?"
Bakugo's narrowed vermilion eyes moved from the obnoxious teen to glance at his nerd, ignoring his question as he all but snarled out, "How many are left, Deku?"
He wasn't gonna just stand here while that stupid prick monopolized the nerd's time and blatantly drooled over his Deku like he was a juicy piece of meat.
No fucking way! Not while Katsuki was here!
"Uhm," the nerd's brows furrowed, clearly confused by his irritation, "3 cars I think."
One of the students surrounding them nodded in acknowledgement, but he may as well have been fucking invisible.
Wasting no time, Katsuki unbuttoned the black jacket, tossing it at the nearest student who clumsily caught it - star struck to be touching something that had touched Bakugo's body. The kid could keep it for all he gave a shit. What mattered was hurrying this stupid thing along so that the nerd could put some fucking clothes back on! That way this thirsty bitch ass fanboy didn't continue to eye fuck what wasn't his!
Realizing he meant to help, Deku flailed his hands, trying to dissuade him, "K-Kacchan! You don't have to do this. You've already done your charity event! I'm sure you'd rather rest up before the autogr-"
"I'm helping speed this shitshow along." Bakugo snapped, snatching the sponge from Izuku's hands before shooting a vicious glare at the cuck silently watching them in amusement. "So you can fuck off, kid!"
The brat's smug smile vanished, replaced by a scowl worthy enough to rival his own, beady black eyes glaring daggers at him.
Fuck, did it feel good to see that stupid grin disappear!
The kids around them watched with gaped mouth, silently 'oooh'ing at the very intentional diss as they pretended to wash the cars; they were far more enthralled by whatever power struggle was occurring between their fellow classmate and the pro hero Ground Zero.
Deku frowned at him for insulting his fanboy, still oblivious to everything, "Kacchan!"
"I don't have to go anywhere," The asshole snapped, lips curled, "I'm helping, Izuku."
Finally sensing the rising hostility, Izuku tried to placate him, turning his voice soft in that way that normally soothed Bakugo. "Kouta-kun is just trying to help, Kacchan."
But it wasn't working this time.
Katsuki took another step forward, using his height to his advantage, trying to intimidate the fucker as his lips twisted into that same strained smile as before while he spoke between clenched teeth. It was probably a terrifying sight for everyone, but at the moment, the blonde could care fucking less. "Then he can go fucking help with the other fucking cars."
Anger flashed inside the cuck's dark eyes, scowl deepening. Katsuki could tell the asshole wanted to say something; but much like Bakugo wouldn't dare beat his fucking ass in front of Deku, the fucker didn't dare ruin his 'good image with the nerd by responding so visciously.
"Kacchan," the nerd mumbled in warning, frown still etched onto his lips as his hands settled on his naked hips, causing ruby eyes to trail down to the nerd's package for a singular moment. "This is Kouta-kun's event just as much as it is ours. He can work on whichever car he wants to, ya know."
That smug look flit across the dirtbag's face again, preening under the viridian hero's support; Bakugo's glower intensified, lips curling.
In the end, Izuku told him to play nice with the fucking fanboy or step aside and allow them to finish without hounding the cuck. Begrudgingly, Katsuki went with the former, sending the prick silent death threats as he was forced to watch the nerd oh so obviously encourage the little bastard to outright flirt with him; all while the fucker kept ogling Deku in his near naked glory, beady eyes occasionally shifting to him just to gloat.
As Katsuki scrubbed hard at the dirty hood, he'd never wished for someone to slip and bust their fucking skull open more than he did that day.
Subsequently, he also lost to Izuku in racking up donations; there was no way of beating seeing pro hero Deku in all his muscled near naked glory, all suds-ed up in tight shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Katsuki was never going to win against that.
It only helped fueled his resentment of the little fuckboi.
This was also when Bakugo realized how badly he wanted to hurt the snotty teen.
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