Bakugou vs the world

by KayMacBurn

Katsuki has dealt with more than his fair share of bullshit and he is ready to move forward and keep pushing to be the best he can be which is the number one pro hero! Unfortunately for him the world isn't quite done kicking his ass. Nightmares, PTSD, shitty parents and school are only complicated more by a poorly timed attack that leads to the HERO COMMISSION to take custody

Katsuki was left at the police station for an additional three hours. He had been kidnapped and was missing for three days but apparently that did not mean his mother was obligated to pick him up when the cops called to give her the good news, she had to finish her fashion party before slipping away to pick up his sorry ass.

He sat on the hard plastic chair, trying not to look at all the cops that kept giving him the side eye. He heard the whispers, and the musings whether the League had actually managed to turn him, that perhaps he was sent back to be a double agent, but he could not muster the energy to even give a signature glare.

Three days with little to no sleep was enough to numb him to most things, including his Mothers sharp nails as they dug into his upper arm. She gave the cops a smile and nod as she pulled him to his feet and out the door before he even registered that she was there.

The car ride home would have been the prime time to have a nap but he didn't dare close his eyes in the presence of his mother, his father sat forgotten to her left, he was merely a body taking up space with no thoughts or opinions of his own.

The silent stare was enough to make Katsuki fidget nervously but by some divine intervention, she decided he was not worth her time.

Neither spoke to him. Not during the rest of the car ride, nor when they entered their nice size house. It felt surreal to walk into the bright, well decorated home after staring at dim, mouldy walls for hours on end. Looking around he noted his parents make their way up stairs without so much as a look back.

The sigh that came from him was not intentional, but he couldn't disagree with it. He just swapped one hell for another kind.

At least there was no one to witness his embarrassing first meal as a free man. He drank deeply from the milk carton and woofed down handfuls of vegetable chips while managing to throw together a some rice and vegetables. He took a large bite of it, barely chewed, and swallowed the chuck painfully before taking another bite.

After finishing off the milk he shuffled his way up the stairs towards his room. With one basic need taken care of he was free to focus on the next which was a bath. The league of villains were not keen on letting him use the shower so he had three days of filth plastered to his skin.

Hot water, and full bottle of shampoo and an almost disastrous nap brought him to stand in front of his mirror in his towel.

Katsuki body was covered in bruises in various stages of healing. Most were from the tight straps that had held him to the chair, his arms were almost exclusively back and blue from the quirk restraints, along with the parallel line cut into his face from the muzzle. These would heal he knew, but the one that his eyes trained on, the one he was told a healing quirk wasn't going to be able to fix, was the handprint literally branded into the back of his neck.

Katsuki timidly raised a finger to touch the scarred flesh. Instantly his body went cold and his eyes blurred.

Nope.

Nope.

No.

He was not going down that rabbit hole. Fuck this. Time for bed.

Turning away from the mirror he slid back into his room. With barely enough energy to pull on pyjama pants he flopped on to his bed and fell asleep, though passed out would have been a better word for it.

His parents continued to ignore him for the next few days but then the arrival of his teachers forced them to acknowledge his presence.

Keeping Aizawa out of the know when it came to his Mothers craziness was necessary and at least he could cover it up the way he covered up his own insecurities. Anger. His own harsh tone and rude words made his mothers actions seem warranted. He had been doing it for so long he knew every trick to make it believable even when his heart really wasn't in it.

For the most part it seemed to work, only a slight cringe from both when Mitsuki smacked him up the back of the head hard enough to pitch him forward.

Soon enough it was time for them to leave.

Aizawa caught his shoulder before he went out the door.

"How are you holding up kid?"

Katsuki looked back at him, eyes blank for a moment before a flicker of his old self flashed.

"League of villains are shit. 'M fine." He growled. He could feel his mother's eyes on the back of his head so he didn't say more but he could see Aizawa didn't quite believe him but still relaxed enough to see some life from him.

"Ok problem child, but if you need anything, you can call me."

"Ffftt. Ok Dad." He muttered with a small grin. He hoped his sensei didn't realize he was only half joking.

The man hesitated then gave a ghost of a smile before turning to leave followed by the skeletal form of All Might.

Katsuki watched them till the car pulled away, at which point his mother reached her breaking point.

"What was that you, ungrateful little shit?" She roared as her long fingernails scrapped his scalp as she grabbed a fistful of hair to drag him backwards into the house. "Making me yell in front of your teachers? Trying to make me look like the villain here?"

Self-preservation was something he was usually good at, he wasn't fucking Deku, but with his mother there was always two certainties: one, he'd never hurt her. He would never raise a hand nor quirk against the woman. He hated her, but she was still his mother. Two, it didn't matter what he said or didn't say she was going to do it anyway, so he made sure to at least get in a good couple digs.

"You do that well enough on your own hag!" He snarled back, though her accusation of one of them being a villain didn't go unnoticed. Open handed slaps didn't usually leave too much in the way of physical evidence but damn they stung. She pulled him around and slapped his face several times before her manicured claws tore through the forearm that he threw up to protect his head.

"Stupid brat! I bet the heroes didn't even save you, the league probably just couldn't stand your shit anymore!" She screamed.

More insults and slaps, but then she changed tactics and grabbed a nearby fruit bowl off a table aiming for his head. Katsuki was a hero in training, and his reflexes were top notch, so without his mother holding his hair he was able to dodge the projectile. It still smashed against the wall with a few shards cutting into his turned cheek.

Normally she would just start screaming louder and telling him to get out of her sight but the whole situation had her seeing red. When her voice drops to an almost whisper, he could only freeze.

"You really must not want to go back to UA Katsuki."

That isn't fair. She shouldn't get to use his schooling against him.

She moved forward, an evil grin forming.

"I'll pull your tuition faster than you can swear. I'll take that pathetic dream of yours and crush it!"

That is not fair. Katsuki dropped his arms, the scowl slipped away and was replaced by a numb resignation.

"Good boy." She coos, reaching out to dig her fingers painfully into his jaw. "Now, let's see if we can't teach you to respect your mother."

The day finally came to move into the dorms. Katsuki was waiting on the side of the curb, chin sitting on one of his knees watching the cars. Staying in that house a moment longer was not an option. Beside him was his school bag, and one duffle bag.

His mother had explicated told him not to touch anything that wasn't his, and really the only thing he owned was some clothes and a few personal affects, so he didn't have much.

A black sedan pulled up in front of him and to his surprise Aizawa stepped out.

"So, I guess we are just going to sit on the road and wait for the next kidnap attempt than?" Aizawa deadpanned.

Katsuki couldn't help but give a feral grin.

"Tsk. As if those morons had half a brain to attack when I was alone, they seem intent on showing up when I am surrounded by you and the fucking extras."

Aizawa raised a single brow but said nothing to the fact that the boy did not refer to him as one of those extras.

Katsuki rose, albeit stiffly, and grabbed his bags to chuck them into the trunk of the car.

In the car his teacher gave him a calculating look.

"It has been a couple weeks, how has the recovery been going?"

It would be stupid to think the man hadn't noticed his pained stride, or the occasional tightening of his jaw. Still, he wasn't about to cry about his Mommy to his teacher. Although he would never lie, he hated liars, he still decided to go with a partial truth.

"Nothin' those bums did, did any lasting damage to my body." He said, casting a side eye to the older man, who waited for him to continue. Katsuki sighed. "But, I guess I haven't been sleeping well. Mind won't shut off. And …" He wasn't planning on saying anything about this next part but he couldn't stop himself from pointing to the burnt handprint on the nape of his neck. "This keeps burning. Not for real. But it feels like it is."

Aizawa gives him a sympathetic, but non-pitying, look.

"Phantom pain. People can get it with missing limbs, or old injuries." He made a point to touch the scar under his right eye. A reminder that the man took on a hoard of villains and a Nomu just to protect his students. One of the reasons Katsuki held him in high regards, probably the highest regards of any adult in his life. Definitely not an extra.

"Does it go away?" He growls. " 'm sick of feeling that crispy fuckers hand on my neck at any random moment. Reading, working out," He shuddered. "Once in the damn shower! Almost broke my neck trying to get away from the fucker that wasn't even there!"

"It will take time. I found it beneficial to talk about the incident."

"Whadda think 'm fucking doing?"

"I meant to a professional, but I will always listen to what you have to say Bakugou. Though my advice is not the same as, say, a certified councillor or a therapist."

Katsuki gave a huff and folded his arms across his chest.

"No thanks. I've had enough bastards trying to poke around inside my head thinking they have me all figured out."

If the man disagreed, he kept it to himself and for that the boy was grateful. He had given him more than enough to think about for the time being. Katsuki suddenly stopped and looked over at the man with a suspicious stare.

"You personally picking up all your adopted kids or just me?" He drawls with a nasty little grin. Aizawa has the audacity to not even blink as he responded.

"I am not All might, I don't have favourites among my children."

Katsuki snorts a laugh.

"Yeah sure. And is Eyebags aware of this or is he actually your secret love child?"

"Eyebags…?" Aizawa's confusion only lasted a moment before he sighs dramatically. "Shinsou is not my secret love child, he is a promising young man that deserves a chance to join the hero course. As for picking you up," he shrugs, "All the teachers had to pick up some kids and surprisingly I find you one of the least annoying. Well, the least idiotic anyway."

"I'm not sure if I should be flattered or offended sensei."

It's the older man's turn to huff.

"Makes no difference problem child, you are stuck with me either way."

Two weeks. He has been in the dorms two weeks and the only thing, or person really, that is keeping him from losing his mind was\ Kirishima. He can't handle having everyone in his face all the time, and his nightmares haven't lessoned any, so he is constantly on edge. Thank god the red head knows when to send the squad packing, or when Katsuki needs to be around them. It is kind of frustrating to have someone be able to read him like a book, but with Kirishima it's fine.

Like right now for instance, he is stuck in his own head with dark thoughts, close to spiralling into a panic attack when Kiri wraps a friendly arm around his shoulder.

"Hey Bakubro, wanna come help us cook supper! We thought we would try curry!"

Katsuki scoffs lightly, only looking slightly annoyed.

"Who let you morons in the kitchen unattended? Fucking Pinky almost torched the place last time."

Kiri smiles brightly.

"Ahh, come on bro! We are doing a lot better! But maybe some pointers wouldn't be a bad idea."

The teen lets the redhead lead him down to the kitchen, content to let it be under the pretend guise to help the squad.

"Oi! What are you morons doing?!" He demands when he is met with a billowing cloud of black smoke. His own thoughts suddenly washed away in true annoyance.

"Blasty!" Kaminari and Ashido yelp together, trying to hide the blackened pan behind them. Sero stands to the side with a guilty smile.

"Alright assholes! Out of the fucking kitchen!" He roars.

"But Blasty, we are hungry!" Kaminari whines.

"Yeaaa, we didn't even get breakfast!"

"Out you useless bastards!"

The four slinked out to sit at the kitchen island.

"Sorry Kacchan." Yellow muttered.

"Yeah, sorry Blasty." Pink followed.

Katsuki huffed and moved the ruined food to the sink, he would deal with that later. Instead he pulled out new vegetables and rice.

The self-proclaimed Bakusquad leaned forward to watch as his knife and skilled hands make short work of the cutting. He flowed through the kitchen much like he did when sparring, quick but effective and confident.

Soon the smell wafted through the dorm, bringing a few more extras down to watch with curiosity.

"Oh wow. That smells good!"

"Yeah it does! I didn't know you could cook Bakugou."

Looking up with a scowl he didn't bother to comment, instead kept working.

As everyone looked on hopefully, Katsuki carefully plated the meal. He set four in front of the squad, one for himself, then made one more.

"Yum!" Kirishima hummed as he shovelled the food into his mouth. The other idiots couldn't even comment to agree because their mouths were also full. The rest of the extra's slipped away, a little disappointed that they didn't get to at least try the explosive blonde's cooking.

If the sixth plate was wrapped carefully and set outside a certain sleep deprived teachers door, no one was the wiser.

As the weekend approached Katsuki couldn't ignore the increasingly long and mean text chain that he had been ignoring for days now. Finally, he opened the messages and skimmed the threats and name calling to see that his mother was demanding he return home this Friday night. As much as he did not want to, she had found a threat that pretty much guaranteed his compliance, and with his schooling held over his head he grudgingly filled out the papers to take to Aizawa to sign.

The halls were mostly empty as he made his way towards the teacher lounge, the few students that were around picked up the pace when they saw him and only started whispering again once they thought he was out of ear range. This was normal. His personality was tailored to keep the extras away, though admittedly he was glad class 1-A seemed immune to his efforts.

With scowl deeply set on his face he gave the teachers door a loud bang.

He took a step back and the scowl deepened farther when Midnight appeared on the other side.

"Oh, well, if it isn't our resident angry gremlin." She chuckled. He did not appreciate her humour. After the sports festival he did not trust the Pro but she seemed to take it more as a challenge. She leaned forward with a smirk. He leaned back with an obvious 'fuck-off' look. "Ohh, why so quiet bomb-boi, some one need a hug?"

When her arms lifted he took a large step back, body tensed for attack. A look of confusion passed over her face before they were interrupted.

"That will do. Bakugou, are you looking for me?" Aizawa sighed as he stepped out into the hall. Katsuki waited till Midnight was back in the lounge and the door closed. The flash of suspicion across his sensei's face was enough for him to at least try and relax.

"Yeah. Yeah. The fucking Hag wants me home this weekend, can I get you to sign the permission forms?" He held out the paper, which Aizawa took with a frown.

"Did she say why she wanted you home?"

Katsuki shrugs.

"Didn't say. Probably fucking thinks it's the last chance before I get my provisional license, I'll be too busy after that."

Aizawa huffs and gives a smile.

"Not worried about that exam than?"

"Fuck no. I'm the best. How could I fucking fail?"

Friday evening came far too quick. Katsuki had finished his schoolwork so there was no point bringing that, instead he threw a change of clothes in his bag and headed downstairs.

"Oi! Idiots! I left two dishes in the fridge, try not to burn the fucking place down when you heat it up!" He snapped into the common room. His merry band of morons popped up from their game to smile at him.

"Oooo thanks Blasty! What would we do without you?" Ashido giggled.

"Die of dysentery and malnutrition." He snorted. Kirishima smiled as he came over.

"Thanks, Bakubro, that was really manly of you!"

That five-hundred watt smile almost blinded him and he forgets to yell at the red head for being stupid. Then his brain shorts completely when said redhead gives him a hug.

Katsuki is frozen in the spot, before it registers what is happening and his cheeks flare as red as the boys hair.

"Ok, alright, get the fuck off me." He mutters, swatting at the other boy without any real conviction. He turns away towards the door, definitely not trying to hide his face. "See you fuck-wads Sunday."

With his shoulders feeling all tingly from Kirishima's embrace, Katsuki heads towards the front gate, hoping to hang on to that feeling before his mother undoubtedly tears him down.

He is surprised to see Aizawa waiting for him at the gate. Shoving his hands in his pockets he comes to a stop beside him.

The man lifts an eyebrow.

"Your mother is late." He points out.

"She told me to take the train." Katsuki offers, to which his sensei scowls.

"You are not taking the train after being kidnapped only a month ago."

The boy can do nothing but shrug.

"What do you want me to do? She won't fucking pick me up but she does expect me to be home by supper."

The man looks pissed.

"Fine, but I will accompany you."

"I am sure you have better fucking things to do than walk my ass home."

"Your house isn't far. Besides, I get paid either way."

Katsuki can only shrug and fall into step with the man. The silence is comfortable and neither seem inclined to fill it with pointless small talk. As they arrive on the train platform though they are subjected to a new noise.

Commuters pack the platform but strangely enough give the duo a wide berth. Eyes flicker over Katsuki and the whispers start to get louder as more of people recognize him. They all seemingly have their own opinions and as willing as they are to share them with their neighbours none feel brave enough to say them directly to the teen himself.

He refuses to shrink under their stares, he keeps his back straight and meets the stare of anyone that catches his eye. Still, it makes him uncomfortable. The man to his left proves again he is in tune with his student.

It takes only a deep, clearing of his throat and a flash of quirk reddened eyes for the crowd to flinch and quickly turn back to their own business if not scurry away completely.

Katsuki gives a snort.

"Your gonna have to teach me that someday sensei," He grumbles, "My scowl doesn't scare them like it used to. I blame the idiot squad, fuckers made me soft."

Aizawa looks down at him with what Katsuki assumes is surprise, though his eyes are only a fraction bigger than normal.

"Give yourself another fifteen years, and when you're nice and done with everyone's bull shit, you'll get it kid." He replies dryly. Katsuki smirks.

"I give it another six months in those dorms."

Since the crowd opted to leave them alone they slip back into silence. Aizawa walked him to his street before taking his leave, gratefully not taking him straight to the door so he didn't feel like a baby needing his hand held more than he already did. Though, he had a sneaking suspicion that the man was still watching him.

Outside the darkening door, Katsuki had to pause to take a steadying breath. Not two seconds after he let himself in, he was accosted by his mother waving a dry-cleaning bag.

"Here, you little shit, put this on. And you are to be on your best behaviour tonight, I have a big potential client coming and if you mess this up you won't be going back to school Monday."

Katsuki grunted a non-committal response but grabbed the bag anyway. He really wasn't in the mood for a fight.

Walking through the house he took note of the professional catering, hired staff and his well-dressed father. Whatever client the hag had coming, they were pulling out all the stops to impress. It also was painfully obvious this was a high-end function that required manners and class, which he would normally ignore, but to return to school he would do it.

Staring at the full-length mirror he had to admit his father's eye for fashion was as good as ever. Not only had the man made his suit a perfect fit, but it was a stunning combination of formal and edgy.

The pants were tighter than he would normally wear, but they had stretch to take in account of his small waist but muscular thighs so they were at least comfortable. The black dress shirt had a naturally open collar so he didn't have to worry about a tie, but what brought it all together was the deep red and silver corset-vest that highlighted his athletic frame.

Before he could over think it, he snapped a photo. Left middle finger clearly visible with his half smirk and sent it to the 'Bakusquad' group chat.

Bakugou – .img sent

Bakugou – Don't do formal often but fuck, might be able to pull this off

Kiri – O.O

Denki - …

Mina - … whoa …

Sero - …

Bakugou – What? Too much?

Kiri – hot. Super manly. Fuck.

Sero – Blasty, I think you broke Kiri

Mina – Yup he ain't breathing

Denki – rest in peace my man … since Kiri had passed … Kachhan we need to talk about if you are into blondes?

Mina – NO! Denki Kaminari you will not hit on Kirishima's widower!

Katsuki snorted a laugh despite himself, and kindly forgets to yell at them that he and Kirishima were not dating. He put the phone on silent and took one more look in the mirror. He wished this outfit wasn't wasted on the shitshow that was no doubt going to be the party\\ but seeing his friend's reactions was enough to lighten his mood.

He procrastinated as long as he dared before heading back downstairs.

The party was as bad as he thought it would be. Stuck up, rich fashion professionals and models. The client turned out to be a rich American who owned a big agency and his parents were hoping to snag him for an international brand collaboration. With him came his own top people.

As soon as he stepped onto the floor his mother hooked her arm around his as if they were friendly, and paraded him around to all the big names, flaunting him like a well grilled piece of meat.

They might have seen him in the sports festival, they could have seen the sludge villain attack, or anything to do with the kidnapping but unlike the real world the fashion one revolved around looks, and looks alone and he was not lacking in that department.

It took effort to keep scowl off his face, but even in a carefully guarded neutral expression his posture and aura still screamed power and aggression. It was enough to keep most the people from lingering too long.

It did not dissuade the man of the hour though. Jarrod Richmond was a massive man. Standing close to six foot three and muscular he dwarfed the five foot eight Katsuki considerably. His black hair, highlighted with silver, was short on the bottom and longer on the top, combed back with a bit of gel. Heavy eyebrows cast a shadow over steely blue eyes, and an easy smile broke his clean shaven face.

"Mitsuki, darling, as beautiful as ever." He rumbled, taking the woman's hand and kissing the top. Katsuki felt like he wanted to barf. "It was so kind of you to host me and my friends."

"Think nothing of it Jarrod, it was our pleasure." She placed a hand on Katsuki's back and gave him a little push forward. "Jarrod Richmond, let me introduce my son, Katsuki, you probably seen him on television. Magnet for trouble this one," She gave him a seemingly fond look. "But a little aggression and noise is unavoidable when you are trying to be the best."

The man stares down at Katsuki, and Katsuki stares back. A familiar tightening of his stomach tells the teen that this man is trouble, but unless he makes an obvious move to harm there is nothing Katsuki could do except offer a small bow in greeting.

"Ahh yes! I did see you during the sports festival. It was an impressive showing." He gave a smile. "I am sure your finale didn't earn you many fans over here, but back home that passion and bad-boy image are much more mainstream. You should get a good PR rep to spin that to your advantage."

"I don't give a shit what the extra's fucking think. Hate me, love me, it doesn't much matter if I get the job done."

The man smiles even wider and a massive hand clamps down on the teens shoulder, friendly-ish but firm enough not to be shrugged off.

"I suppose you are right, but if you want those ratings you'll have to bend some of your convictions." Emphasis on 'bend'. "If you run with the bad boy image, you will get spikes in approval rating when you drop tidbits of a softer side. It's all about weaving a story for the people."

"He is right Katsuki." His mother added, "I'll let you two chat while I make sure everything is running smooth out back."

Last thing Katsuki wanted to do was be left alone with this fucker, but come Monday he needed to be back in class, so he kept his volatile mouth shut.

The man moved forward, his hand still on the teens shoulder, steering him until they were out of the main host of people, pushed into a more private corner.

"You know, I think you would make a stunning model for the line of clothes me and your father are planning." A finger traced the dip of Katsuki's vest. "Elegant yet explosive." The rumble of the man's voice caused the teens stomach to tighten unpleasantly again.

"I have better things to do then stand around and look pretty for fuckers with nothing else to do." Katsuki growled back, swatting the hand away. "My training comes first."

The man looks a little taken back by his hand being smacked, but his smile returns a split second later.

"Of course. But with my help your image could be out there in a much more positive light, better than those pictures of you chained and muzzled anyway," Those words make him flinch. "I bet I could even salvage some of UA's pride with my campaigns."

That makes Katsuki falter. UA did not deserve the backlash they had received for the kidnapping or the USJ attack, maybe a bit for the sports festival but that was it.

The man seemed to sense his hesitation because he leaned into his personal space and dropped one last bomb.

"Hell, I bet we could even shake that pesky 'traitor' rumour if we get enough publicity. People are easily swayed, even a Villain can gain sympathy if they are good enough looking."

As much as Katsuki wants to explode this fuckers face he glances up to see the expectant look from his mother standing back by the door. The man's hand comes up again to give a little tug on the collar of Katsuki's shirt.

"Fine. Fuck. Whatever you and my parents want to do, but I will not miss any fucking school for this." He slaps the man's hand away a second time. The man's smile widens again, though there is a flicker of something sinister in his eyes.

"Excellent. There is no need to worry about school, I can run the shoot tomorrow." He stares down at him with an air of dominance about his new posture. "I will personally pick you up at nine tomorrow morning. Do as I say, and we can make it quick and painless."

Katsuki wasn't sure if the man is still talking about the photoshoot. Casting him one more suspicious glare he stomped off to get himself a drink, and hopefully avoid the man for the rest of the night.

The next morning Katsuki was already up and returned from a morning run when his mother found him in the kitchen with his breakfast.

"You better not embarrass me in front of Richmond-san today. Just keep the mouth shut and do as you are told!"

The teen suddenly loses his appetite. That is eerily similar to what the man himself said last night and it is still not sitting well.

He opts for a simple combination of baggy pants and a black tank top since he knows how photoshoots work and he will be changing at least a dozen times over the course of the day. It had been years since his parents had pulled him into one, too scared he would do something to embarrass them.

As nine o'clock came around Katsuki joined his mother near the front door to meet Jarrod. Right on time a sleek black sports car pulled up outside and the massive man stepped out. Dressed more casual than the night before, he was still an intimidating figure. Not that Katsuki gave two shits about that. They came face to face (more face to chest in reality) when his mother opened the door and the teen refused to look away from the challenging stare that he received.

Smirking, the man moved forward, brushing past Katsuki's shoulder to kiss Mitsuki's hand again.

"Still radiant." He mutters making his mother blush. Honest to fucking blush. The teen rolled his eyes hard enough it hurt. "And you, still as brash."

"Why the fuck is that surprising? I don't change just cause some assholes don't like what they see."

Mitsuki takes no time in cuffing him up the back of the head.

"Watch that tone Katsuki! So help me …"

"Now, now, Mitsuki, darling, I am more than capable of handling the boy. Don't you worry yourself."

Jarrod stepped back and waved an arm towards his car.

"Shall we?"

"Tsk. Whatever." Katsuki slouched away, not looking back at the two, though he could feel their eyes on him without seeing it.

He got in the car and was joined by Jarrod seconds later. The man said nothing as he put the car into gear and tore away.

Fast was an understatement. Katsuki didn't know how the man managed to avoid the other cars and people but he was sure it was a miracle. He drove so fast the teen found himself gripping the seat a little harder than necessary, refusing to complain though.

When they finally pulled into his mother and fathers office building Katsuki had to release the breath he was holding. If he didn't have to drive with that man ever again he would be happy.

They made their way up to one of the top floors where the support staff was busy setting up for the shoot. His father was there already, setting out the clothes.

"Good morning Richmond-san, here are the designs we spoke about. Katsuki, you can head to make up then come back and we will get you into the first set."

Katsuki grunted an affirmation and was starting to saunter away when the outfits caught his attention. Eight in total, all of them designed and made for his exact size and build, a couple even in his hero colours. Apparently, his mother and father knew about what Jarrod had wanted well before he asked the teen to be his model. Typical. He couldn't have said no even if he tried.

The whole process was annoying but nothing he couldn't handle. The only thing different from this photo shoot and any other he had been at was the fact Jarrod was the photographer and he liked to be really hands on when directing.

The man would not hesitate to grab Katsuki's arm or hip and position him just the way he wanted. The touches made his skin crawl. He also seemed to think a shirt did not need to be buttoned all the way up if at all, and pants needed to be low enough to expose the deep v-lines and lower abs.

Katsuki grumbled a little to himself but kept his mouth shut. At least the fucker stopped trying to get him to smile. A half smirk or the middle finger was more his style, and Jarrod seemed to catch on to that, even encouraging it.

"Good," The man muttered, as he placed a warm hand on Katsuki's lower back, lingering there longer than necessary."Just arch a bit. Good boy. Now stay."

Last time he check he was not a dog, but an odd complacency came over him, willing him to move every time the man touched him. Of course having his father a couple dozen feet away, ready to report to Mitsuki if he said anything wrong didn't help the situation either. He still could not hold back an almost animalistic snarl as the man's hand brushed over his hip as he stepped away.

It was a long day and it was close to supper when they finally wrapped up.

"I'll clean up here," His father offered waving the other man away. "You can leave it to me."

"Alright than. Good job everyone." Jarrod yelled, waving the workers home. "Come on Katsuki, I will treat you to supper for being such a good sport. You can keep that outfit, it suits you."

The teen wanted to change back into his clothes, but he could see that again he wasn't going to be allowed to say no. He cast his father a pleading look but the man just gave a wave and forced smile.

"Your mother is going as well. She will meet you there, have a good time Kats."

The two step into the elevator and Jarrod pushed the bottom button for the parking garage.

"Kats?" Jarrod hummed, his eyes roaming over the boy. "I like that."

Katsuki shuttered and flipped the man off without hesitation.

"Fuck you, only my father calls me that stupid nickname."

The man's hand comes to rest on the back of Katsuki's neck, perfectly fitting the burnt in handprint. It makes him freeze unwillingly.

"Well, in that case maybe you should just call me Daddy." He whispers into the teens ear, letting his lips brush the skin. Katsuki needs to fight off a panic attack right there, his body shutters and his breathing stops. The man can feel the slight vibrations and can see Katsuki struggle with their current position but instead of backing off he moves closer like a predator that happened upon a wounded rabbit. "I was wondering about this," he squeezed the burn and Katsuki lets out an involuntary whimper as his mind drew up horrible memories. The man hums with approval. "Hmmm, from the league then. They have a fire user right? Dabi, if I remember correctly. I've been following the news here quite intently."

Katsuki clenched his eyes closed. Why can't he move? Yes, he was having a panic attack but usually he could at least control his limbs.

"Breathe." Came the command in his ears. And he did. "Good boy." The elevator door opened. "Now walk." And he did, that same off complacency.

Oh. OH. This fuckers quirk! It had to do with touching him, he had been using it all along at the photo shoot and Katsuki hadn't caught on. He could manipulate someone's body against their will. Making it move and react with a touch and a command.

"FU…fuck … off!" Katsuki stubbornly croaks out. The trigger not helping his battle with the man.

"Oh come now Kats, we are just going to the car, grab a bite to eat. I'm not doing anything bad to you, you just need to listen."

Katsuki has to agree, he is being a little dramatic since the man hasn't done anything horribly wrong yet, but his gut was telling him this guy was bad news and Aizawa always told him to trust his gut.

"Now, get in." Katsuki hated that his legs bent before he could even curse. "Good boy."

If he heard that phrase one more time he felt like he might blow his own ears off.

The restaurant was high end and his mother was waiting at the entrance for them.

"Jarrod, how did the shoot go?" She asked, casting Katsuki a glare rivalling his own.

"Excellent, your son has your natural grace in front of the camera. Doesn't smile, but I can work with that." He went to place his hand on the boys shoulder again but Katsuki deftly ducked out from it, not willing to be put under his quirk again.

"Can we get this over with?" He growled. The man gave a predatory grin while his mother openly scowled at him but they did not say anything about it.

As they were being escorted to their table Katsuki shoved his hands into his pockets, as much as he could since the pants were tighter than he was used to. He was feeling pretty self-conscience about the out fit, so much so he actually missed noticing a couple of people in the dining room. Which was impressive since one had a mutation quirk that gave him the appearance of the oversized whale-man.

"Bakugou."

Katsuki whipped around to see Best Jeanist and Gang Orca sitting at one of the tables. The man sat stiffly, bandages could still be seen under his dress shirt from his fight a month ago with All for one. He had lost a lung as a result.

A wave of guilt twisted Katsuki's stomach as he looked at his old employer. The internship had been a joke but after the rescue, a level of respect had been restored, one which he was never given the chance to express.

Ignoring the seething look his mother sent him he headed towards the pro hero's with a determined stride.

Jeanist was about halfway to his feet to greet him when Katsuki reached the table. There was a scowl on his face, the same one Jeanist detested so much, but before he could comment on it Katsuki bowed. It was a little forced, but it was from the hip and deep enough his forehead almost touched the tabletop in front of him.

"Baku …?" Jeanist sounded as if he did not believe what he was seeing.

"I never had the chance to say this after Kamino." He grunted, his cheeks blaring red but he made himself continue. "But … thank you. For coming for me when you had more reason than most not to bother." The 'I am not worth the sacrifice you made.' Goes unsaid.

Jeanist's mouth hangs open a bit, as he glances at Gang Orca for help. This was not the way their interactions normally went. There was no banter. No yelling. No colourful curses. Katsuki straightened and turned to give Gang orca a small bow as well.

"I hope I did not spoil your meal."

Katsuki had to snicker to himself as both Pro's were now speechless. He meant what he said, but the delivery was more to fuck with the man than anything. Just proof he had listened to the advice the Pro had given him over the course of his internship, he just didn't give a shit enough to actually use it in his regular day to day dealings.

Making his way to the table, he ignored the glare his mother sent him, and pointedly took the seat the farthest from Richmond as he could get.

The meal was good, the company and fact he was still in the tight clothing was not. He clenched his teeth and hoped for the day to end soon, he just wanted to go to bed and forget it all.

A sudden movement to his right made him flinch back, Richmond had stood up abruptly making it impossible for Katsuki to push his chair back in time to avoid the hand from clamping down on his shoulder.

"I am excited for you to see the spread in the magazine. Perhaps we will even run a small article with it as well, let the reader get an insight to our brands new representative." He leaned closer, to which Katsuki pushed back on his chair to keep their noses from touching. "I will be back to Japan some time the next couple of months, you be a good boy, and I'll set up another shoot. I have a feeling your pretty face is going to draw in a lot of business for me."

"Back. The. Fuck. Up." Katsuki growled slapping the man's hand off his shoulder. The man's eyes narrowed slightly but he smiled non-the-less.

The three left the dining area after that. Down, in the parking garage Mitsuki waved off Richmond, waiting a split second to make sure he was out of sight before rounding on her son. Katsuki didn't bother blocking the obviously telegraphed swing, her hand snapped his head to the side with enough force it made his ears ring.

"What the fuck was that? You are an embarrassment Katsuki!"

As the teen started to look up he flushed red when his eyes met Jeanist's from across the parking lot. He and Gang Orca were half hidden amongst the shadows by their car. Katsuki sent them a glare as they looked as if they were going to intervene.

"Can this not wait till we are home?" Katsuki sneered in a low tone. "Because you are embarrassing yourself, never mind what you think I am doing."

The second slap was hard enough for him to taste time Orca did step forward, being quicker than the still healing Jeanist.

"Now, is that truly necessary Ma'am? I highly doubt Young Bakugou warrants such harsh treatment."

Mitsuki turned, not even bothering to look abashed.

"For any other child perhaps, but seeing as even the prestigious U.A. had to cuff and muzzle him, I feel a smack every now and then is understandable. Have a good night gentleman."

She stalked off leaving Katsuki to stare after her. Embarrassment flushed his cheeks as he looked at the Pro-hero's. Not wanting to hear what they had to say about the incident he took the moment of stunned silence to quick step after the woman, flinching away when Jeanist finally said his name. He did not run away. He did not.

Fuck.

Hero Group Chat – UA staff and internship Pros

Jeanist – Eraserhead, are you free by chance?

Eraserhead – No.

Jeanist – I would not impose if not important.

Hawks – U guys are so old

Jeanist – Using proper punctuation does not make us old. We are simply professionals.

Hawks – riiiiight

Eraserhead – How do I get out of this chat? What did you want Jeanist?

Mic – Hey listeners! Stop giving Shota aneurysms, I finally got him to relax

Jeanist – I do apologize Mic but this is important. I was out with Gang this evening and came across one of your students. The scene did not leave me with good feelings.

Eraserhead – Ok. Which problem child?

Hawks – wait r they all problem children?

Eraserhead – Yes. Every. Single. One.

Hawks – even my little chick? I m offended

*Hawks has been silenced from the chat for one hour*

Eraserhead – Which one Jeanist?

Jeanist – Bakugou.

Mic – Of course.

Midnight – naturally

All might – Oh no. Did his temper get the best of him?

Jeanist – No. But have any of you had the pleasure of meeting his mother?

All Might – Oh.

Eraserhead – Yes … what did you see Jeanist?

Jeanist – Perhaps I should call

Shota picked up on the first sign of a ring.

"What did she do?"

"Well, apparently she was not pleased with his behaviour in the restaurant. Which was surprising because he was oddly quiet though seemed uneasy around his mothers guest." Jeanist supplied. "We ran into them again in the parking garage. Their guest left, and she slapped him. Hard, Eraserhead, much more than any child would deserve. He didn't even try to move out of the way, though I knew he saw it coming. She said he was an embarrassment. He saw us and said something to her but her only response was to slap him again." His voice dipped in sadness. "I … I feel really bad Shota … I should have picked up on some of the red flags when he interned but I was so sure I had him figured out."

"I have had my suspicions for awhile Jeanist. Could you send me a detailed report so I can try and push an investigation?"

"Of course."

Within the hour a report arrived in his inbox. Reading through it quickly Shota gives a nod to himself, he would like to remove Bakugou from the house that weekend. One more night with that witch was too many in his opinion. But these things took time, especially when it involved a Hero-study student. The Hero commission had securities in place that none of those kids would be placed in normal foster care systems so the investigation had to go through them as well as the normal networks.

It would be a pain, but hopefully the kid would be ok for one more day.

Sunday afternoon Katsuki hopped onto the first train he could to take him back to the campus. He got the normal stares and whispers but it was much easier to ignore on the way back because he had the painful pull of lacerations on his back to keep his mind occupied.

The run in with Jeanist at least kept the hag from attacking his face any more than she had but it did nothing to stop her from taking out her anger on his back, the belt was helpfully supplied by his spineless father.

"Bakugou!"

Katsuki looked up to see Kiri coming towards him once he stepped out onto the train platform.

"Hey Shitty-hair." He muttered. His voice gruff from lack of use.

"Woah man, you don't sound too good? Everything ok?"

"Long fucking weekend." Katsuki admitted. The fact he did not yell it or swear made Kiri frown in worry.

"What happened? I thought you might have actually enjoyed the party after you sent that picture."

"Fucking Hag had some stupid client there. Made me do a photoshoot for their new line. It was fucking hell!"

"Your weekend sucked because you were made to do a photoshoot …" Kiri paused with a twisted smirk. "Wow man, that does sound rough." He laughed clearly thinking Katsuki was over reacting.

"Fuck off! You ever do a photoshoot? You ever have some handsy motherfucker keep touching you so you do what he wants for a picture?"

"You don't like anyone touching you." Kiri admitted slowly. "Yeah, I can see how that would actually suck. Did you tell them you didn't want to?"

" 'course, but when has anyone ever fucking listened." Katsuki muttered as they walked.

Weeks passed and Katsuki had no clue that his life was being picked apart from behind the scenes. Not that he would have noticed anyway. He had been too busy failing his provisional license exam, starting remedial classes with Todoroki, and serving his house arrest with Deku after he forced the other boy to fight him while he had a mental breakdown.

All in all he thought he was handling himself rather well. His parents at least had gone back to mostly ignoring him, save for a nasty message berating him for failing the exam.

It was Friday and it was coming up to a weekend where the majority of the student body would be off campus. Their own dorms would be empty with the exception of himself. A quiet weekend for him to cook what he wanted, train when ever he pleased, and to finally relax.

Of course the universe fucking hated him so his good mood was soured when Mina cornered him at his desk first thing at home room.

"How come you never told us?" She whined, gaining the attention of the other students already in class.

"Told you what Racoon eyes? I know I'm fucking good but I can't read fucking minds yet."

With a snap, the front cover of fashion weekly is staring back at him. The cover is not the photo he thought they would go with in fact he wanted this picture destroyed immediately, it didn't highlight the new clothing line at all, he was fucking shirtless with his burn scar clearly visible!

He growled deeply, Mina actually took a step back. He quickly opened it and skimmed over the spread of pictures, most were acceptable. But of course that wasn't all, there was a bio piece as well and even at a quick glance he knew his mother had supplied Jarrod with a few little known details.

Katsuki was an extremely private person, he didn't like his shit spread out for all to see but there it was. It mentioned the sludge villain, the sports festival along with the rumoured connection to his kidnapping and the fall of All might. Not only were these traumatic events talked about but it had quotes from his mother saying how he couldn't sleep after them, he would cry in the shower, and that he was 'really a soft boy' with a passion for being a hero. The bitch was making him out as a victim but as he came to the end he knew that wasn't the angle they were truly going for. They softened up their readers to hit them with his upcoming debut with his new hero license and that the sixteen year old was proud to be representing the clothing company. Then, at the end, next to another picture that Katsuki did not approve was a little wink to the readers, telling them to expect a new line later that summer and that males and females could rejoice because 'like our new hot model, we don't go just one way.'

"Fucking bitch." He sneered. Last year he had come out as bi to his mother (not by choice, more that she snooped through his phone and came across a private conversation he had been having with another boy) and it had not gone well. Two days he had spent in a puddle of his own blood because she refused to take him to the hospital and now she was promoting his sexual preferences to sell her clothing. "Self-serving cu…!"

Ashido flinched at the word.

"So I am guessing they did not get your permission to print that?" She said softly. He looked back at the cover, his eyes narrowing at the burn.

"No." He hissed between gritted teeth. His stomach turned at the thought that now every one would know that he was broken and bi. Two of his more personal secrets.

He didn't have time to dwell on it as Aizawa entered the class room which sent Ashido dashing to her seat, leaving the magazine on his desk.

It took every bit of willpower he had to finish school. Though he suspected a couple of the teachers noticed he was a bit distracted no one said anything.

Ignoring the calls of the idiot squad he hightailed it to his dorm room in record time and locked himself inside. Sliding down the door to sit on the floor he finally let himself deal with all the twisted feelings that were tearing him apart. Betrayal, embarrassment, shame and hurt to name only a few.

Tears came unbidden, and his chest suddenly constricted making it hard to breathe. His room started to fade out of focus as he pulled at his uniform shirt to try and release the pressure on his chest. His neck burned with a new wave of pain.

A muffled voice on the other side of the door was noted as background noise. When the door handle clicked into the lock it only made him panic worse. He wanted to tell whoever it was to go away but when he opened his mouth it came out a strangled sob.

Panic attacks had happened several times before but most had to do with the scar, he had never had one triggered from just a rough day before. Maybe he was getting worse? Maybe she had finally broken him for good?

The voices were back and more insistent this time. The handle jiggled and he heard the lock release, but with his weight against it the door didn't move.

Too preoccupied on drawing in air he didn't even register a form climbing over onto his balcony and breaking the lock to get in.

Kirishima didn't waste any time on getting in front of Katsuki so he could see him.

"It's gonna be ok Bakubro! I am here. Can I touch you?" He asked as his hand hovered over Katsuki's wrist. The blonde gave a small nod. Kiri took his hand and pressed it against his chest. "Good, ok now man, just breathe with me. In for three out for three."

With the even breaths, steady heart beat under his fingers and Kirishima's presence Katsuki was slowly able to ground himself again. It took another ten minutes for him to allow the red head to coax him away from the door for the three other idiots to come in.

For once the group kept the noise level at an acceptable level as they gently pushed themselves in around him. The impromptu cuddle session didn't even earn them any explosions, Katsuki simply shrunk into the middle of them, gripping Kiri's shirt, and absorbed the many soft touches and warmth. They started a movie at some point but twenty minutes in Katsuki was fast asleep.

He would definitely owe them for this one when he found the group cancelled their weekends to stay with him instead.

It took several days before Katsuki started to really see the back lash from the magazine. He was getting more hate comments than ever before, but the ones from his 'fans' were far more disturbing. On a whole he tried to stay off the gossip pages but his name brought up so many now he couldn't avoid it.

The fact grown adults were commenting on things like how good he looked chained up at the sports festival or worse made him jumpy every time he stepped foot off the campus.

It was the middle of home room and they were working on their internship papers when the worst of the of the consequences came to a head.

Katsuki was flipping through his offers when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Chalking it up to his friends being stupid during class he ignored it. But when it vibrated a second than third time he decided it was best to sneak a look to who was texting him so insistently.

Apparently, some one, somewhere, had let his phone number leak.

It was flooded with messages. Everything from love confessions to death threats and he had to silence it completely once he received his first unsolicited nude.

Class had started but Katsuki was to busy having a mild melt down to notice. His eyes darted to Aizawa, mind quickly weighing the options. UA had an impressive legal team and they took their students safety seriously, so maybe they could make this stop.

As soon as the bell signalling the end of class sounded, Katsuki bolted to Aizawa's desk before he could worm his way back into his sleeping bag.

"What now problem child?"

"You know about that stupid magazine spread right?""

"Yes … though I don't approve…"

Katsuki cuts him off in his haste.

"I didn't fucking approve of it either! But that's not important. It sparked a bunch of new interest in me, none of it good, and now it looks like someone leaked my cell number."

The two stared at each other for a long minute before Aizawa held out a hand. Grateful, Katsuki dropped the phone into his palm as if it was a bomb ready to go off.

It might have been amusing to see his teachers face go from stoic, to surprised, to embarrassed, to pissed all in the matter of seconds but the situation didn't give him a chance to be anything other than queasy.

"Leave it to me." The man finally sneered. "I will get you a new UA cell so you can be contacted, but I am going to have to confiscate this one." He paused. "Is there anything on here you want to wipe before I take it to Nezu?"

Katsuki took it back and glanced at the messages. He quickly deleted the group chat and the DM's from his friends, those were private. His thumb lingered too long over the searing words from his mother. What would be so wrong if he left them to be seen? It wouldn't be as if he told.

Sighing, he hit delete than glanced through his photo reel to make sure there was nothing there either before handing the phone back.

"Meet me back here after your Hero's class."

Katsuki caught the new cell phone being tossed at him.

"Thanks Sensei."

Everyone freezes. Katsuki raised a eyebrow.

"What?" He demands loudly.

"Bakugou Katsuki, thanking someone?" Kaminari demands in shock.

"Are you feeling alright?" Mina adds trying to put her hand on his forehead before he swatted it away.

"Oi! Fuck you extras! It's not my fault Sensei is the only one of you that fucking deserves my respect!"

This time Aizawa lifted an eyebrow. Katsuki turned a deep red after he realized what he had said but he refused to denounce his statement. He pushed his new phone into Kirishima's chest.

"Put your number in shitty-hair."

Later that week Katsuki found himself with some down time so after he texted his mother his new number, which he had been avoiding up to that point, then grabbed his stack of internship offers he had yet to sort through.

The generic letters that started with to whom it may concern were automatically tossed, as were the ones from international hero's, his parents would never let him leave the country without him. Maybe next year.

From the remaining envelopes he carefully weighed his options. Who would give him the best experience? Whose fighting style would compliment his own? All the while his phone buzzed excessively. He glanced at it a few times just to see his mothers curse words flicker over the notification banner but other wise ignored it.

The make up test for the provisional licenses was happening next week so at least he would be able to actually do real hero work in time for said internships. This time the phone rang just as Shitty-hair and the extras stumbled into his room.

"What's happening Kacchan?" Kaminari laughed as he sprawled across Katsuki's once made bed.

Katsuki gave a grunt as he silenced his phone again only for it to immediately start ringing again.

Mina peered over his shoulder curiously.

"It says Hag? Is … is that your mom?"

"Yup." He said as he popped the P, hitting the silence again.

"Shouldn't you get that?" Sero asked with only a little hesitation. The phone started ringing again and his friends looked at him expectantly. Katsuki scowled but decided that perhaps, the idiot squad was right. It would only be worse if he kept ignoring her.

"Fine." He grunted grabbing the phone and swiping the green button. He hadn't even greeted her when her voice blared out of the phone, loud enough for everyone to hear, forcing him to hold it out from his ear with a grimace.

"Katsuki you stupid piece of shit! Answer the phone when I call you! Who do you think you fucking are?"

With cheeks blaring red Katsuki got up and went into his ensuite bathroom and closed the door.

"I was hanging out with my friends," He said, all the while trying to keep his voice down so the squad wouldn't hear him through the door.

"Friends? Who the hell would want to be friends with an angry psychopath like you?"

Ok. Ouch. But luckily he had heard worse from her before.

"Did you fucking want something?" He sneered, trying to get her back to the reason for blowing up his phone before he really blew it up.

"Get permission to leave this weekend. Jarrod is back in town and wants to do a second shoot, and you better be on your best fucking behaviour."

Anger flared up through his chest.

"Second shoot? Fuck the both of you! You assholes printed that whole thing without my consent then outted me in the process."

"You belong to me Katsuki! I can do whatever the fuck I want. You should be grateful that I just didn't drop your fag ass off at the nearest orphanage!" She paused and snickered. "At least if being a hero doesn't work out you can always sell yourself to the highest bidder, I have had a lot of dirty old men asking for your contact information."

His stomach turned uncomfortably.

"Fuck you." He sneered.

"No, that's what they want to do to you." She sneered right back. "Now, get permission, a car will be there to pick you up tomorrow at four sharp."

The phone went dead as she hung up on him. He stared at the screen for a moment longer, his stomach still twisting in nausea. A knock reminded him his friends were still in his room.

"Bakugou? You ok bro?" Kirishima called.

Punching down the horrible feelings he put on his normal scowl and re-entered his bedroom. The group was looking at him with varied degrees of concern.

"What the hell you morons looking at?" He demanded roughly, though his voice didn't hold any bite.

They must have realized he did not want to talk about what they had just heard so instead Mina grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the bed where the rest of them dog piled around him.

"The fuck Racoon eyes?"

She grabbed the stack of offers and flopped over his lap passing a few to each of them.

"We are here to help! Oooo how about this one, Woods?"

"I'd turn him to ash." Katsuki deadpanned. She nodded sagely before tossing the envelope onto the floor haphazardly.

"I got one here from some weird water dude? Looks like a firefighter."

"Backdraft. No good, he focuses on rescue, I need to smash villains!"

That envelope joins the first on the floor.

Soon enough his floor is covered in discarded offers while five promising ones sit in a neat pile on his bed. Mirko, Endeavour, Gang Orca, Hawks, and Death arms being the final contenders. Two of which he was going to have to discuss with classmates. One, he would never intern with Endeavour if Icy hot didn't want him too, he was an asshole but he wasn't a complete dick. Two, Tokoyami interned with Hawks last time and he, again, wasn't such a dick to take an internship if it meant taking the spot from his classmate.

He was getting soft, thinking about these extra's feelings. Maybe he should discuss his options with Aizawa first. He had to go find him to get his permission slips signed anyway.

"Alright. Out you morons. I gotta go see sensei."

"What? Why?" Sero asked.

"Need permission forms to leave this weekend."

The was a tense silence that followed that declaration. He glanced over at them to see they all wore similar frowns.

"Going home this weekend?" Mina asked.

"Unfortunately." Katsuki huffed as he opened the door for them to leave. This time the whole squad stopped and stared at him. "I've been going home for fifteen years and haven't died yet so don't look so fucking concerned."

"Why don't I go with you?" Kirishima asked tentatively. Katsuki was about to snarl a no but then he thought about it. Maybe having a second person there would ease down the shitty attitude of his mother, and maybe encourage Jarrod to keep his fucking hands to himself. Of course the thought of Kiri being touched by the man made his physically sick to his stomach.

"Maybe next time shitty hair. I'll be working anyway."

"Not another shoot?"

Katsuki grunts an affirmation as the squad slowly exits his room.

"After what those assholes did last time?" Mina whines out as she rubbed her hands together nervously.

"Tch. Not much of a choice if I want the Hag to leave me alone."

Again that seems to make them all even more concerned.

He forgot to even ask about the internships when he finally found Aizawa. It took a lot of convincing to get the man to sign the papers, if he didn't know any better he would have thought the squad had been talking to him. Eventually he had to relent though as there was no good reason not to let Katsuki go home.

Friday classes went far too quick for his liking. It felt like no time before he was grabbing his over night bag and heading to the front gate. He wasn't surprised to see the black sports car and Aizawa waiting for him.

"That is not your father." His teacher commented lamely. And he was right, although his mother was sitting in the passenger side of the car, the man driving was Jarrod not his father.

"Nope. That's the fucking ass that is doing the collaboration with my father's designs."

Neither get out of the car but Aizawa is staring them down anyway. He seems even more determined that Katsuki is not going anywhere. Katsuki glanced between the adults before taking a step to go around Aizawa. The man holds out a hand holding him back. His mother seems to get the hint and steps out of the car.

"Is there a problem Aizawa-san?" She asked politely.

"You are aware that hero course students are not allowed to work right? Especially after the training camp incident we do not feel it's right to expose them to the public outside of their hero persona's. They are entitled to their private lives."

"My son has made it well known who he is just by the way he acts Aizawa-san. If anything this is only getting him closer to the number one spot he is so determined for."

"Are you aware his cell number got leaked? None of the messages he got were beneficial to his hero image. Nor was the result of your poorly placed article with the last magazine. Were you aware your 'friend' outted your son?"

She never stopped smiling and waved it away.

"It wasn't like he was keeping it a secret! You worry too much Aizawa-san, I have been in the spot light long enough to know that all publicity is good publicity. Besides, he is my son, I can determine what is good for him or not."

Katsuki gets that she is threatening him when she says that and stares right at him.

"Are we done Sensei? I would rather get this done quickly." Aizawa still seemed reluctant but he had no legal right to hold Katsuki there.

"Have a good weekend Bakugou, I will see you at four on Sunday."

Katsuki glanced over his shoulder as he hopped into the car. This all had a bad feeling about it and the urge to voice that thought to his teacher was strong but before he could the car door slammed and Jarrod sped away.

"That man is intense." Jarrod chuckled. "How are you Kats? Ready for round two?"

"Fuck you." Katsuki growled ignoring the glare his mother sent his way.

"Will you be joining us Mitsuki, or am I dropping you off at your house?"

"You can drop me off at the house, I know you can handle the brat."

The sharp blue eyes flicked up to his in the rear view mirror. He repressed a shudder.

The car ride was uncomfortable, even after his mother was gone.

It wasn't till they entered building that Jarrod spoke again.

"Your pretty little face got us a lot of attention international Kats. So we are going to build on that audience instead of just Japanese styles."

They stepped into the elevator and Katsuki pressed the top floor for his parents offices. Jarrod's hand gripped his shoulder from behind.

"I need you to stay nice and calm now Kats, I have a whole evening planned. Walk forward."

His body did as instructed as the doors opened and they walked into a dimly lit office space, none of the regular workers were there, nor did it look as if it was set up for a photoshoot.

"On your knees, and stay that way until I tell you otherwise."

"Fuc … Fuck you!" Katsuki gritted out between clenched teeth, his body was still relaxed from the last set of orders but his mind was screaming danger. The man's hand gripped harder, enough to bruise, and his quirk flexed. Katsuki found himself dropping to his knees.

"Good boy. Now stay."

" 'm not a fucking dog!" He sneered but found himself stuck where he was as Jarrod walked a short distance away to open a case.

"I wouldn't be so sure. Look at yourself. Sitting all pretty waiting for your next order, hoping for another praise."

He tried so hard to move his body, the stay command made any thought of movement hurt but it would be a cold day in hell Bakugou Katsuki ever just gave up. He managed to lift his right arm up, palm pointed at the smug bastard leering down at him. Before he could ignite an explosion cold metal clamped over his outstretched limb.

Fingers bit into his elbow.

"Lift your other hand." Came the order. Katsuki glared back at the man as his body obeyed. "Good boy."

"Fuck you."

The other side of the quick restraint snapped into place.

"There we go." He stepped back to eye his handy work. Katsuki felt his control return to his limbs. He was at a disadvantage for sure but he was by no means helpless. What ever the man was doing, obviously he thought Katsuki was going to let him do it now that he was restrained.

Jarrod came forward, eyes roaming over Katsuki's form before pulling out his camera.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Just getting some before photos."

"Before …?" He didn't know what this was leading. He was used to people being rough with him, hitting him, but this man was looking at him in an odd way. Katsuki waited patiently as the man circled him like a predator snapping pictures. When he finally seemed to have enough he set the camera down and stepped closer again.

"Before I have my way with you of course. Your mother promised you'd be cooperative but I suspect there is a limit to that." It clicked then. Through all his heroic training he had never once thought of a villain wanting to do anything besides kill him. Rape seemed to far fetched but just as disturbing.

The man's hand moved forward to grab him again but Katsuki weaved under the reaching fingers, his legs curled like springs below him and lunged forward. His shoulder slammed into the big man's stomach making him exhale abruptly with a 'oof' sound. Dropping down to a crouch on one foot he spun, his left leg snapping out to catch the back of the man's legs successfully laying Jarrod out.

The man recovered a lot quicker than Katsuki anticipated though, just as he finished his turn the man landed but then rolled to his stomach, and was football tackling the smaller male into the nearby wall.

The heavy metal restraints might be good to keep his explosions contained but they made a good impromptu weapon. Katsuki dropped his weight, letting the metal smash into the man's shoulder. There was a grunt in pain then the next second he found himself being lifted into the air.

"Shit!" He cursed as they turned and Katsuki was slammed all the way into the hard floor. The second of stunned pain was all that was needed.

"Stop!"

Katsuki cursed his body for locking up. His eyes found the fingers now wrapped around his right forearm.

"Put your hands above your head." Jarrod snarled down at Katsuki once the man caught his breath again. Katsuki fought but with shaky movements his arms raised. The big man pinned them easily, looming over him with a very pissed off scowl. "You are going to pay for that you little shit. It didn't have to hurt, you didn't have to bleed."

"Fuck you, you piece of shit! I am not some fuck toy for you to play with!"

"Oh I disagree. That is exactly what you are now!"

A knee jammed between his legs and forced them apart. Panic started to show on his face, he opened his mouth to yell more.

"Shut up! You will not say anything else."

His throat constricted almost painfully as the command took hold.

"Good boy. Now. Spread your legs more."

Tears came unbidden to his eyes. This was not good. He didn't need anything else fuelling his nightmares. One hand stayed firm on his bare arm, but the other started to roam down his chest, pushing up his shirt to trace the defined lines of his chest and abs. He stomach churned at the feeling, the new invasion of sensations added to the phantom burning hand on the back of his neck. He was going to throw up.

"You are even more delicious then I dared hope!"

Katsuki squeezed his eyes shut and prayed this would be over soon.

No sooner did he think it then a loud smash jerked both of the rooms occupants to attention. A dark form had smashed through the high rise window.

"Wh …?" Jarrod's question was cut off by lengths of fabric snaring his limbs and tearing him away violently.

Fifteen seconds. That's how long it took for Aizawa to capture, confine, and knock the asshole out.

"Fucking hell Sensei! That was impressive." Katsuki grunted as his voice came back and he was able to move again. He pulled himself into a sitting position before Aizawa got to him.

"Are you hurt?"

"No. Fucker just touched me a bit."

The look of sheer violence that washed over his teachers face was enough fo even him to squirm uncomfortably.

"Police will be here soon. We are going to have a long talk about all this."

Katsuki slouched in his chair, unwilling or able to let any emotion show as he told the police and his teacher everything. If he ever let a single tear fall he knew there would be no going back from an entire mental break down so he kept it under-wraps for the time being.

"Ok, that should be all we need for Mr. Richardson. Tell me Bakugou, what is your relationship like with your mother?"

Oh, fucking hell, they were going down that twisted tunnel were they? Katsuki thought. He glanced at Aizawa.

"What would happen if my mother … fuck … if she wasn't very nice?" He asked quietly.

"You would be removed from the situation." Aizawa answered.

"And … would I be allowed to stay at UA?"

"If you were placed in foster care you would risk losing your spot since tuition dues are expensive but if that is indeed the case I have if on good authority UA would be willing to take guardianship of you instead of the system." Aizawa gave him a small smile and rested a hand on his shoulder. "You won't be leaving UA Bakugou, I won't let them."

Katsuki studied his teachers face, looking for the lie but couldn't find any. He trusted the man, and if he said he could stay he believed him.

"OK." He took a deep breath, looked at the cop, and spilt his most humiliating, hidden secret. He tried not to look at Aizawa when he spoke about the abuse, it was embarrassing to admit he let the woman hit him, lock him in the basement, and withhold food. He was a hero-in-training he should be able to handle these things. "Anyway. Yeah."

"Why didn't you fight back?" One of the cops asked voicing the doubts already in his head. Aizawa shot him a cold glare. "I mean, look at the kid! He is clearly able! If this was going on he should have at least defended himself!"

"Are you really blaming the victim?" Aizawa sneered in a low voice. Katsuki didn't get why Aizawa was mad but he gave a shrug anyway.

"It's my mom. She is a bitch but I'd never hurt her! I know I am an asshole but I am not the villain some people seem to fucking think. Besides, even if I just ignored her she would have pulled me from UA. That was the whole reason I did that photoshoot to begin with."

The look of revolution that crossed Aizawa's face then was enough to have Katsuki shrink in on himself. He almost flinched when a hand gripped his shoulder lightly..

"You have nothing to be ashamed of Bakugou. You did what you had to, to survive. Living that long in an abusive situation effects you in more ways then you are probably aware."

Again Katsuki saw no lies, so he just nodded.

The two were quiet as they walked back towards the dorms.

"I suggest you let at least Kirishima know what's going on. The next couple weeks is going to be difficult with this and your exam and you are going to need support."

Katsuki nodded, understanding that he was in over his head.

"I think I'll just tell the whole idiot squad. They are going to realize something is up anyway."

"Ok. I will keep you posted on what is going on." He paused and looked at Katsuki intently. "I am proud of you problem child. I know all that wasn't easy to say. I'm also sorry it took me so long to find you. Your phone gave me the building but not the floor. You did well to keep him at bay as long as you did with that quirk of his."

"Thanks Sensei. And don't fucking apologize, you got there, like you always do." He popped a smirk. "At least this time it was only some shitty American and not a fucking Nomu."

The man gave a single nod before waving Bakugou into the dorm.

With scowl in place, he kicked the front door open to enter in his normal fashion.

"Bakubro! I though you went home for the weekend?" Kirishima was the first to him. He must have seen something in his look though that caused him to frown, it was not a look Katsuki liked seeing on the red-head.

"Something happened Shitty-hair." He paused as the rest of the squad looked up at him. He nodded his head towards the stairs. "You fuckers wanna watch a movie or something?"

They all spoke 'Bakugou' enough to know what he was asking. They hopped up with their normal enthusiasm and tumbled their way to the proper floor.

The cops and Aizawa had been hard to talk to, but Katsuki was surprised to find that the second telling was much easier. His friends didn't have any alternative reasons to listen to him, and their sympathy for his situation was not pity, which was good. He wasn't fucking weak.

Although the next week was hell with court dates and talking to more cops he was excited to finally be holding his brand new provisional license. Him and Todoroki had passed and were even able to snag their first villain on the way back to the dorms.

It was a high he was riding right up to the point Aizawa turned up at the dorms to tell him the next day was the custody hearing, where UA would most likely be taking full custody provided his parents didn't fight it. Since they were facing their own criminal charges no one expected them to.

Despite all the reassurances Katsuki was nervous. The thought of never having to go back to that house, and getting to stay at UA was just too big of a dream to hope for.

He was staring at his reflection in the mirror when Kirishima burst into his room without even a knock. The red-head knew he was the only one who could get away with that and not get exploded. Still, the fact Katsuki didn't even snap at him was concerning.

"You ok there Bakubro?" There was a beat of silence before crimson eyes locked with scarlet.

"Can you call me Katsuki?"

It was a quiet question. Barely above a whisper but it was so earnest that Kirishima suppressed a shudder.

"Yeah man, of course." Kiri walked up behind the blonde boy and gave him his biggest smile. Katsuki didn't realize he was staring until a moment later when a soft blush crept over Kir's cheeks.

Katsuki turned and looked at him intently. Kiri had shot up a few inches since the first of the year so he found he had to stare up to see his eyes but for some reason that was perfectly ok.

"I'm scared." Katsuki said suddenly, why his mouth thought that was the right thing to say in this situation he didn't know but it did make Kiri take his face in between two course palms.

"Everything will be fine. No matter what happens you still have all of us." He paused. "You'll still have me."

"Ei."

The shortened version of Kirishima's first name came off his tongue like honey.

"Yeah Kats?"

The nickname should have made him cringe but when Kirishima said it, it made it so much more.

"Kiss me."

It was not a question, and it held the same fire behind it that Katsuki put into everything he felt was worthy of his time. Kirishima did not hesitate. He pulled Katsuki in and pressed their lips together for a moment before he stepped even closer, his body pressing into Katsuki's space, to deepen said kiss.

Katsuki inhaled Kiri's scent, squirming as intense emotions bubbled through his core. With the firm belief that there was no time like the present he parted his lips ever so slightly, just to see what Kirishima would do. The red-head did not disappoint. He gave a tentative lick to Katsuki's lip, to which the explosive blond responded with a little nip to Kiri's bottom lip.

"Mmm." Kiri hummed and moved in even closer, effectively pinning Katsuki between his body and the sink before forcing his tongue in even more, exploring the space and revelling in the subtle spice of his taste.

After a minute they broke apart, panting slightly.

"Let's put a pin in this." Katsuki suggested. "I don't really want to walk into the court room sporting a fucking boner."

Kirishima barked an embarrassed but adorable laugh and stepped back.

"Was that … was that ok? I've wanted to do that for a long time." His smile was fucking blinding.

"It was ok." Katsuki smirked, raising an eyebrow in mock annoyance. Kirishima blushed even harder. "Come on Ei, we got to go if we don't want fucking Aizawa busting in here."

Next chapter starts here

The courtroom was hot and stuffy. Humming with chatter between the gathered parties.

Katsuki was thankful for three things right then. One, his parents did not come, though their lawyer was present. Two, Kirishima was with him and holding his hand. That was surprisingly nice. Three, Aizawa was sitting on the other side of him. A calming presence even if he did smirk at the hand holding when he first sat down.

Once the judge came in they got down to it.

"So if I am reading this correct the parents Bakugou Mitsuki and Bakugou Masaru are relinquishing their full custody rights?"

"Yes sir. They have already signed the papers and are no longer part of these proceedings." With that the man left.

Katsuki blinked. He expected more of a fight. Before the door closed a group of four well dressed, muscular, men and one woman walked in and sat in the opposite rows.

"Very well, as it stands the only other party requesting custody is UA. I don't see any reason …" The judge was cut off by the new woman clearing her throat. "Yes? Did you have something to add Miss …?"

"Morikawa Noriko, your honour, I am here to represent the Hero Public Safety Commission in the matter of custody of one Bakugou Katsuki."

"What does the fucking commission have to do with me?" Katsuki whispered quickly to Aizawa. The man's brow furrowed farther and shook his head not knowing.

"I have here a petition for the Commission to take custody of Katsuki instead of UA on the grounds that UA has shown that the child's best interest have not been met." She paused to smile at Katsuki as if she was doing him a favour. "The first instance being the USJ attack where the students were left understaffed and subjected to a villain attack in which young Katsuki was right in the middle of. Then the sports festival where Katsuki showed great power and control only to be chained and muzzled by UA staff! Then, while under UA care, he was kidnapped, and then again attacked just last week. The school's poor record of keeping Katsuki safe should be enough to sway the courts mind."

"What are you proposing exactly?" The UA lawyer demanded. "The boy wishes to remain at UA, and the school has been cleared of all those incidents. The school is well equipped to guild a young mind such as Bakugou."

"UA is not the proper place for Bakugou Katsuki. We want to see him succeed as a hero and a person. What better place to do that then through the Commission directly? We have taken in many children over the years and all of them have grown to become respectable and high ranking hero's."

Katsuki felt his stomach twist in panic. UA might not be a loving parental figure, it was a school that made money from training hero wannabe's but at least it was not the commission. HPSC was a secretive organization that no one really knew what they did behind closed doors. The horror stories that surround them were numerous but few could collaborate.

"We only have the boys future in mind. He had a strong quirk and needs proper training and guidance on an individual level which the Commission can provide, UA cannot."

The two lawyers bickered back and forth for several minutes before the judge finally rose his hand.

"Ok that's enough you two. I want to be better informed before I make a permanent decision. Both parties are to submit detailed care packages pertaining to one Bakugou Katsuki. We will reconvene in one months time to make the final decision, until then I am inclined to agree with Morikawa that UA's track record with the boy is not good. They will take over custody until such time as a proper guardian is named." The judge stood and walked out.

"Aizawa-sensei? What does that fucking mean?" Katsuki snapped looking over at the man, the man looked back at him with the same dead-panned expression he usually wore. "You said I would stay at UA."

Kirishima squeezed his hand as he stood, the four HPSC men were approaching them.

"Aizawa?"

The man stood and placed a hand on Katsuki's shoulder.

"I'm sorry kid," He said slowly looking up at the men. "I didn't know they would try and pull custody."

"But … but you said .." Katsuki was near hysterics now. "You fucking said I would be allowed to stay at UA?! I don't want to go with them."

"Kid you gotta calm down." Aizawa said slowly, trying his best to keep the situation from exploding literally.

"The fuck I do! You fuckers back off!" He sneered as the men took positions on either end of the bench. "No! I only told because I thought I would be able to stay with my friends! You lying fucking bastard! It wasn't that bad, I could have endured it."

"Hey man just give him a minute, this is a lot." Kirishima pleaded and tried to get the man behind him to back up but as soon as his hand rose the man reacted. He pulled Kirishima away before the other men moved forward to grab Katsuki's arms.

"I never should have told!" Katsuki screamed, hands sparking. He pulled at the men's biting grip. "Let go of me you shit-wads!"

"Kid! Calm down, this isn't helping, I promise I will …"

"Promise!? You already fucking said that!" Katsuki grunted as he struggled. "I don't fucking believe you! Let go of ME!"

Aizawa's eyes turned red cancelling out Katsuki's explosion before he could let it off. It was the last straw of betrayal. Katsuki fell silent and allowed the men to pull him from between the bench towards the door, his eyes never leaving Aizawa.

"Fuck you." He muttered just loud enough for his teacher to hear. His eyes flickered to Kirishima who was being held back but the forth burly man. "It's ok Ei. I'll message you in a bit. Let go of me, I can walk by my-fucking-self."

The men reluctantly let him go but still corralled him towards the door where the woman was waiting. She gave him a smile that was so fake he could have puked.

"Don't worry Katsuki, you are in good hands."

"It's Bakugou to you." He sneered at the stupid grinning bitch.

"My apologizes. Shall we? It's a bit of a drive to your new home."

Katsuki sent one more look over his shoulder to Kirishima, who was now shaking, and crying. The image burnt itself into Katsuki's brain as he was escorted from the building to a waiting car.

The woman chatted away as the black sedan weaved through the traffic towards the farther outskirts of the city. Katsuki didn't give two shits what she was saying. They had allowed him ten minutes to pack his bag at the dorms before they whisked him away. Everyone was still in class so he didn't even get to say good bye.

He had left his room key and a note under Kirishima's door, asking him to look after his stuff and that hopefully he would be back soon.

Gripping his book bag to his chest he tried to keep his breath under wraps.

"So tomorrow you will start with your tutors, take some standardize tests, and then we will set up some proper challenges to better gauge where you are at skill wise. How does that sound Bakugou?"

Katsuki glanced over at the woman with a sneer but said nothing. He wanted to be a hero, it was his dream, but he refused to be some fucking puppet for the HPSC. As far as he was concerned this was a kidnapping.

The tall sky-rise was everything he expected it to be. Cold, impersonal, and fucking horrible. The sound of bitch-faces heels echoed off the walls as they made their way to the elevator. She had to use a special key to unlock the top floor to which they were heading.

"Am I allowed to leave?" Katsuki asked, already guessing the answer.

"I don't think that is a good idea right now do you? I think you should settle in first. We can discuss outings at a later time."

"So I am fucking stuck in here?" Katsuki snapped.

"Language young man. This building has everything you could want for your hero training, there is no need to go anywhere right now."

"How about to see my fucking friends? Or go for a walk outside? Or something besides what's on your fucking agenda?"

She turned, her mouth a thin line and her hand was white from gripping her clipboard so tight.

"I don't know what those teachers at UA let you away with Bakugou, but here at the hero commission I will not tolerate that attitude, do you understand?"

"What? You gonna fucking ground me?" His lip turned up in a sneer, which brought a forced smile to her face.

"You are in our custody, we will do whatever we see fit to correct such behaviour."

That sounded like a threat, and if the four burly men standing behind him had anything to do with it, it was.

"Do your fucking worse bitch, I'm not about to censor myself to make you feel fucking better!"

That was where the tour ended. He was not shown anything on the top floor except the room in which he would be staying, complete with ensuite bathroom and shower. Morikawa raised an eyebrow as Katsuki stepped inside.

"Take some time to adjust yourself Bakugou, someone will be by later to make sure you eat." She turned on her heel and snapped the door closed behind her. The click indicated it locked automatically. Testing the handle just confirmed it.

Locked in the room. By himself. Some fucking welcome.

The room was hospital clean, with simple metal furnishings, no windows, and white concrete walls. A single bed with grey bedding, a dresser, a desk and a chair took up most the space. Off the room was the bathroom which was just as sterile as the rest.

Then he noticed the next thing to piss him off, in the far corner of the room, taking in every angle of his 'bedroom' was a black security camera. The flashing red light on top told him is was indeed operational.

"Mother fuckers." He whispered to himself. Anger seared every bit of his insides. He was no better than a prisoner. The urge to destroy something over took any rational thought that was still in his head. Grabbing the desk he flipped it on top of the bed and pushed it against the back wall that appeared to be reenforced. The dresser was also pushed against the wall. Katsuki looked at his stack of furniture for a moment before staring right into the camera and giving it two middle fingers.

Both palms turned towards the pile and lit up instantly.

The explosion was enough to shake the walls.

Charred remains collapsed under their own weight. It was a good thing the room was properly ventilated or else the smoke could have killed him.

Deciding that his displeasure was now expressed he laid down on the floor, using his book bag as a pillow. He pulled out his phone and texted the squad a quick rundown.

He didn't want to see their replies just yet so he silenced it and turned on his side away from the camera to take a nap. He would deal with this bull shit when he woke up.

Next chapter

Aizawa stared at the door the HPSC had just pushed Bakugou though. His mind had not quite caught up to the situation, he was trying to be rational about it all, and tried to think of the benefits of the kid being with the Commission but they were few and far between. Instead his mind wanted to focus on only one thing.

The look of utter betrayal on Bakugou's face as he was being pulled away. Aizawa never tried to be friendly with his students, he was there to teach them to be hero's, to be ready for the absolute worse the world had to offer. But Bakugou was the exception, he had already faced the worse and had come out on top multiply times, now he deserved to be cared for and looked after. He deserved to be a kid, not some child soldier the Commission was going to try and turn him into. He deserved to trust people, but now the only adult he had ever trusted had lied to him and had indeed not kept him safe AGAIN!

Aizawa collapsed onto the bench and buried his face into his hands. He was vaguely aware of the UA lawyer approaching him.

"I am sorry. I was not prepared to fight with the HPSC today, I will try and have something together for the hearing."

"After what they said what are the odds of UA gaining custody?"

The man frowned and shrugged his shoulders slightly which was answer enough in Aizawa's eyes.

"What is his best hope for getting out the Commissions custody?"

"Well, both UA and the Commission have one thing in common that doesn't look good for either." The man said slowly. "They are organizations not families. Ideally the court would want Bakugou to go to a stable home, one that would be able to handle him and his quirk but with out their own agendas."

There was silence for a long moment that was broken by a hoarse, sad voice. Aizawa had forgotten he had another student with him. Kirishima's usually bright smile was gone, only to be replaced by tear tracks down his cheeks.

"So he just needs a family?" He asked.

"Ideally. Though admittedly they would have to have spotless records in order to not have the commission tear them apart."

"Ok, but it's not too late for a third party to file their petition?" Kirishima pressed.

"No. They would have the same time frame as we do. Look, I am going to go work on this right now. Have a good day gentleman."

As he walked away Kirishima took the seat beside Aizawa, his arms folded tightly across his chest.

"He said he was scared before we left the dorms." Kirishima said slowly, his eyes staring at the floor as if it personally offended him. "Bakugou Katsuki, who faced the LOV and his monster of a mother daily, admitted he was scared and I just assumed it was nerves. It's like he knew something like this was going to happen."

"I am inclined to believe that when ever Bakugou steps outside something bad is going to happen." Aizawa sighed as he palmed his eyes, willing the pain behind them to subside.

"He was really upset with you." Kirishima pointed out needlessly. Aizawa glanced over at the boy who was now staring back at him with a meaningful look. "Can you help him?"

"I don't know what I can do kid. If UA can't get custody we are pretty much out of options.

"But you adopted Eri, right? What's stopping you from doing it again?"

"I was allowed to adopt Eri because I was the only one that could stop her quirk from going off, the Commission did not fight it because they didn't have a use for her. They obviously want Bakugou for something and if I try, I risk losing everything." It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it, even before this whole mess, but the Commission was the ultimate authority of hero's. They could ruin his hero career, his teaching career, even his custody of Eri wouldn't be too far out of their reach.

"So we find someone who can and is willing right? What kind of environment would they want Katsuki in?"

Aizawa leaned back and thought it through carefully.

"One equipped to deal with his quirk, so pro-hero's or retired hero's probably. Not necessarily a couple, but someone of high enough standing to take on the Commission and protect Bakugou from the stupid decisions of UA and HPSC both."

Now that the wheels were turning Aizawa found facts and information about all the pro's in the area flooding into his mind. Analyzing and comparing.

Kirishima seemed to notice the more focused look that came over his teachers face because he sat back and gave a small smile. At least they hadn't given up yet.

Hero Chat

Hawks – eraser dude. Wtf

Eraser – Hawks. For the love of everything holy. Finish the damn thought and leave me alone!

Hawks – well heads up News stations are all over the Commission building They are making a statement on your former problem child

Mic – oh hell! That was fast. Vultures.

Mirko – did they really just take the kid?

Eraser – Yes. They did.

Gangorca – To be fair, they didn't need to dig far for ammunition to use against UA taking custody

Jeanist – My friend. That is not helping. Bakugou needs stability. Not the Commission

weaponizing him more.

Hawks – no need to wrry bout that. kids already a firecracker Don't seem to like the courts decision much

Hawks – sent

Hawks – not even 10mins after being escorted in the building

Eraser – I am not sure if I should be more concerned he blew up his room or that those assholes have a camera in there. Do teenage boys not deserve some privacy?

Hawks – as a former abductee … I mean recruit … I can confirm that no boys no matter what age are granted this thing called privacy. Or a life outside the media.

Ryukyu – ahh, Hawks, hun, do you want to come over? You might need a hug.

Mirko – Fuck that Ryu. Come get drunk bird-boy!

Eraser – Hawks, I know this is asking a lot but can you keep me updated on the kid? I don't think he is going to adjust well.

Hawks – sure thing eraser ill check on firecracker i think I am slated to spar with him some point in the afternoon if he doesn't blow something else up

Allmight – In that case plan on visiting him in his room. Clearly he is not in a positive state of mind

Katsuki was aware of someone coming in and leaving a tray of food and water by his door. They didn't try to talk to him and he ignored their existence so it worked well. He ignored the offering too and opted to pass out from exhaustion several hours later instead.

The next time he awoke he was very much aware that his shoulder and hip hurt from laying on the floor but he stood by his decision to blow something up. Even if it was his bed.

Checking his phone it was three in the morning. His feed was flooded with messages and questions from his class mates. He ignored it to go to the bakusquad chat and sent a quick message just stating that he was ok and to tell the others to ease up on spamming his phone.

A quick glance through the news feed brought up the HPSC press conference they must of held just hours after they kidnapped him. Smiley Bitch was front and centre saying how the Commission was going to work hard to make sure Bakugou had all the proper support and training he could ever hope for and that he now had a family of hundreds backing him.

He almost gagged on the corny sentiment. He had a family. One that he picked. The idiot brigade and Kiri were all that he needed, fuck the rest of these extras. And Aizawa … nope, hell no. Add that to things he would never speak of again. Along with his burn.

There was no hope of going back to sleep in his foul mood so he got up and pulled his bag into the bathroom. He hopped into the shower and blasted the water as hot as it would go. The burning sensation over his entire body was enough to ground him and let him clear his mind of nothing but the sensation for a precious few minutes.

It was regrettable when he had to get out. He switched out his nice court clothes for simple grey sweats and a tank top. He paused when his fingers found the obnoxiously red hoodie that he may or may not have stolen from Kirishima. Carefully he picked it up and held it to his face. It still smelt of earth and axe body spray. Arguably his favourite scent.

He pulled it on and held it tight to his body as he exited the bathroom. Eyes fell upon the tray of food.

Fuck if he was going to eat anything these idiots prepared. With another self-satisfying smirk he picked up the tray and rested it precariously on top of a singed desk leg before walking back to the far side of the room.

"Ap shot." He muttered before sending off a very precise explosion that splattered the food and tray against the already blackened wall. "Heh. Aims getting better"

Hugging the sweater close to his nose he laid back down on his bag. His end goal remained the same, he just had another hurdle to get over to get there.

It was six am when his body naturally woke him. First thing he did was check the door. Still locked. Fine. He drank straight from the tap in the bathroom before he started on a modified morning workout routine. He didn't have much to work with, but sit-ups, push-ups, squats and lunges were a ok place to start.

He counted off one hundred and twelve push ups when the door clicked and Smiley-bitch and just one of her goons entered. Katsuki did not stop what he was doing but he glanced up at her while he silently counted in his head.

"Up and rearing to go I see." She smiled, eyes pointedly avoiding the incinerated furniture. "We have brought you some breakfast, I suggest you eat before we continue our tour from yesterday." One hundred and thirty one. "I understand yesterday must have been a lot for you to take in so how about we put that behind us and get things off on the right foot this time?" One hundred and forty four. "We have four generalized tests for your to take before we set up appropriate tutors then after lunch we will move onto the practical tests. We have a few Pros that were more than happy to aid us today." One hundred and sixty-one and her silence stretched, their eyes still locked on each other.

The big man moved forward with the tray of food and set it beside him with a scowl.

Katsuki finished off his two hundred before hopping up to his feet. The food didn't look overly bad, and he was starving but his mistrust for everyone in the fucking building won out.

Carefully he picked it up, looked at the two, then flicked it towards the other end of the room. Before Smiley-bitch could even voice a protest his AP shot cracked the air and embedded the tray, blunt end first, into the wall a solid inch. Katsuki couldn't help the smug little smile that graced his lips.

"What do you plan on accomplishing by not eating?!" She demanded, her face was so red it looked like it might explode on its own.

"Oh, it's not that I won't eat. I just won't touch the shit you guys make. You want me to eat then point me in the direction of the nearest kitchen, and let me pick out my own fucking groceries."

Lines were drawn and the two stood opposite each other with equal disdain. Finally the commission representative relented.

"Write a list and I will send someone to get the groceries. You are not permitted to leave this building until such time that we deem it safe."

"Safe for fucking who?" Katsuki demanded. She cocked an eyebrow.

"For the general public with the state of your attitude."

"Never had an accident with my fucking quirk before." He sneered at them and looked over at the destruction of the room. "I know full well what I am doing when I use my explosions." For good measures he smirked at her again.

"Meet us outside this door in ten minutes for your aptitude tests." She declared before turning on her heal and stomping out. The man followed with a scowl still on his face.

He didn't appear until fifteen minutes later and her face was red again.

"At least make an effort to follow orders." She snapped.

"Orders? You assholes are my guardians not my employers, fuck your orders! Welcome to looking after a shitty teenager." His taunting smiles seemed to piss her off more than his screams so he continued to use them.

It took a moment for her to collect herself before turning and pointing out the rest of the facilities on the top floor. His room was just one of six, but currently he was the only one using them. Hero's that worked with the commission would use the room as a base when they were in town or just needed a place to rest, other than that he was by himself. A large communal kitchen was situated in the middle with enough new appliances that Katsuki was actually impressed, though it was apparent the space was not used that much by the amount of take out containers in the garbage bin.

Down the hall they came to the two gym areas, one was a typical gym with weights, tread mills and everything like it, along with a basketball court. The other was a reinforced quirk training gym, complete with sensors, testing equipment and a heathy dose of fire extinguishers.

Farther along they arrived at the classroom and offices. A older man was waiting for them at the first room on their right.

"This is your new teacher Ridgetooth-sensei. He will be administering your tests."

Katsuki eyed the hollow-looking old fucker. If he wasn't dead already it was gonna happen soon by the look of it. How he got his hero name became apparent when he opened his mouth to speak and all's Katsuki could see was rows upon rows of shark teeth, similar to Kirishima's single set.

"You are late."

"Fuck you too." Katsuki snapped back. The man's spine went stiff for a moment.

"Oh goody, a snot-nosed delinquent. This should be fun." His voice was like wet gravel and unpleasant.

"That's rich coming from a fucking walking corpse."

The man glared at Smiley-bitch with a such a venomous look, clearly blaming her for his predicament, that she took a step back.

"Thank you for looking after this Ridgetooth. I will leave you to it." If that wasn't a picture perfect example of running away. She quick-stepped it back down the halls.

With a snort the man looked back at Katsuki, giving him a once over. He did not comment but entered the classroom clearly expecting Katsuki to follow.

The class room was the same as everything else. White, sterile and about as welcoming as a morgue. The man pointed to a seat, Katsuki made a point to sit at the one beside it, enjoying the look of the throbbing vein that appeared at the man's temple. Obviously sick of his shit already, the man slapped down four thick booklets.

"You have forty-five mins for the first one, and hour for the next two, and an hour and a half for the last one. They will get harder as you go so pace yourself. Begin." A few pens were tossed on the desk before the walking corpse took the seat opposite him to stare.

Katsuki stared back for a moment before pulling the booklets and answer cards towards him. They were the multiple choice kind that you coloured in the corresponding box to your answer. With a snort the explosive blonde began, hunched over his work enough that no one could make out his progress.

The first three booklets took him an hour in total, the last booklet took an hour by itself. Setting his pen down he tossed the sheet back to the man.

"Can I go now?" He demanded, he was starving. Corpse-bride glowered at him.

"Fine. Get out of my sight. Your lessons start tomorrow based on your scores. I suggest you find a cure for that attitude of yours, it is going to get you in trouble."

Always with the attitude, all these fuckers sounded like a broken record. Katsuki barely scoffed before he stood and slouched from the classroom with hands shoved deep in his pockets.

Smiley-bitch was in the communal kitchen working on a stack of papers, he sneered a bit upon seeing her back, and went to the fridge anyway. Contrary to most people's opinion, Katsuki was not a naturally loud person, yeah he liked to yell when getting his point across, but when left on his own he was quiet. Which lead to him being able to open the fridge without being noticed and slamming it a moment later in frustration.

The HPSC rep gave a startled yelp, fell off her stool and sent her papers flying in all directions before she looked up to see him staring at her with a snarl. Before she recovered fully he grabbed a piece of paper, didn't even glance on what was on the printed side (if it was so important she should have taken better care of her work) and jotted down a few things. Snapping onto the top of her new pile he jabbed it pointedly with his finger.

"And tell the fuckers I want organic. Garbage does not go into this body!" He turned on his heel and headed back to his room. "I suggest you get on it if you want me to spar after lunch, I haven't eaten for quite a while so I'd probably pass out if you make me do it in these conditions!"

She gave an indignant sputter before he casually flipped her off over his shoulder and walked back into his charred room. He grabbed his phone and chatted with his friends for a few minutes before rolling up Kiri's hoody and using it as a pillow for a much needed nap.

Unwillingly his mind wondered to the events that led up to this whole situation. The Hag was to blame for most of it, couldn't just be content in smacking him around, she just had to invite the sicko into the mix and more or less pimp out her own son.

Those thoughts made him shudder so he locked them away for another time. A time where he felt safe, and could release those emotions without witnesses to tell him how weak he really was.

Hopefully he could be in top form for sparring, he really wanted to blow something else up and his bedroom wasn't presenting any new targets.

Morikawa Noriko hated kids. She didn't know what she did to her bosses to warrant being saddled with this ungrateful little shit but she was determined to do some major brown-nosing to get out of this babysitting duty.

She was just picking up the last of her papers when Ridgetooth entered the kitchen.

"So. Is he as dumb as he is mean?" She demanded, no regard whether the hell-child could hear her or not.

"Well, lets see. The first test." He held up the answer key. All the little dots were coloured in to read out the words 'Fuck You' very clearly. "The second test." This one was obviously a middle finger. "Third." The 'c' word that she would not repeat. "And the last advanced test usually reserved for fully licensed hero's …" This sheet was set in front of her carefully, the man's face was unreadable.

Carefully she picked it up and glanced at the red correction marks. There weren't many. She flipped the page and saw the giant red 96.

"That's…" She swallowed. "That's just lovely." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm as a sudden bout of jealousy piled on top of her already strained feelings towards the boy. She took that same test just last year and had made 84.

Next chapter

Katsuki hugged the sweater one last time before he hopped to his feet, he was absolutely famished now and needed food before sparing.

Despite the circumstances and all the bull shit, sparring actually sounded good. Finally something he could control, and actually learn from.

Entering the kitchen area again revealed Smiley-bitch looking even more pissy than before. Good.

There was two plastic bags sitting on the counter. Curiously, he peered inside to see the food that he demanded.

"You have fifteen minutes to meet us in the quirk training gym. Don't be late this time, the pro's have better things to do then wait on an ungrateful brat."

Oh, ok. Now that sounded familiar. One power hungry bitch for another, not that he expected anything less from the HPSC but he thought it would take longer to get to these levels of hostility, it took his mother years.

He took his time putting the food away while scarfing down a light meal. Enough to keep his body working but not enough that he was gonna puke afterwards.

It was a hard decision to make. Show up on time and get to spar like he wanted, or wait a few more minutes, be late and piss off the Smiley-bitch even more.

A few minutes wasn't going to hurt. Just a few.

He waltzed in, in his gym clothes and eyed up the small group of participants. Smiley-bitch glowered at him but went on to introduce their doctor who would be overseeing the training analysis and any injuries, three no name hero's that looked fresh off the commission conveyor belt, and one hardened Pro that looked like he would rather be anywhere else.

The warm up consisted of some standard fitness tests, flexibility tests, and some laps. He had worked up a small sweat, enough to know he was ready to fight efficiently.

The Smiley-bitch didn't look up once from her phone as he demolished one after another of her hand picked pros. The three young pros sulked off to the side, looking none to happy to being treated by the doctor.

Finally she glanced up.

"This next one will be quirk-less." She declared. "There could be many reasons that someone might not be able to use their quirk in a fight so it is important to know how to defend yourself properly."

Katsuki scoffed at her and folded his arms.

"I am a UA heroics student, I know the fucking importance of different training styles." He snarled. She didn't hold her sneer back either.

"Were," she corrected with venom. "You were a UA student. Brick," she turned to address the Pro. "Don't hold back. We need to properly rate his abilities, you have clearance to engage anyway you deem necessary."

The Pro stood straighter, he was a good foot taller than Katsuki. His arms and shoulders were wide with battle ready muscles, and his knuckles looked as if they were used to punch down walls. Katsuki wasn't sure of this guys quirk but just his appearance suggest a tough brute that preferred head-to-head battles, probably a strength type, or a shield type.

As confident as Katsuki was in his own abilities he wasn't about to underestimate any Pro.

This was his only saving grace when the match began. A man that size had no business moving as fast as he did. Katsuki barely dodged a shoulder tackle only for the man to stop on a dime and come around with a spinning elbow. The teen dodged then blocked the next punch and was ultimately sent back a few feet unable to absorb the full force.

Staying on the defensive wasn't an option, even blocking was doing damage so Katsuki switched tactics. Running forward he heard the man scoff at his brash approach, but at the last moment he dropped to his knees and spun a leg sweep. The man managed to stay upright by getting one foot out of the way, but that was fine because Katsuki shot up with a tight uppercut that connected with a solid snap to the mans jaw. It would have been a knockout blow for most but whatever this guy had going on he had the nerve to grin.

Katsuki danced away from two more wild swings before he found out the hard way this guy wasn't above fighting dirty. The wild punches had pushed him back on his heels, a solid kick to the ribs hurt but the knee to the groin made him see stars.

Before he could recover, rough hands grabbed the back of his shirt and threw him across the gym floor, tearing the left side of his tank top in the process.

"Heh." Katsuki laughed through watering eyes, now he knew what he was up against. This wasn't like sparring with his classmates, there was no reasonable adult presence that was going to stop it if it got too brutal, and no helpful criticism to better his chances. Feral grin in place he launched himself forward with renewed vigour.

Vicious kicks and punches were traded with Katsuki landing more than his opponent but at the same time doing considerably less damage.

Katsuki connected hard with the floor on his back after being tossed over the man's shoulder. Battered and bruised he gritted his teeth as he got shakily to his feet. His opponent was sucking in air greedily at least. Perhaps he could outlast him in stamina. The Pro scowled as the teen got back up, his eyes flashing towards Smiley-bitch who gave no indication for him to stop. With a growl Brick tucked his chin and charged. Katsuki dropped into his battle stance only for something fast and red to blast past his vision.

It took him a moment to focus on what he was seeing, dozens of tiny red feather shot towards the man, effectively driving him back and pinning him to the back wall of the training room.

"Now, I know I am late to the party," Hawks drawled with an easy smile, "But I thought this was going to be a sparring session to gage the kids potential, not pummel him into a hamburger patty?" His eyes landed on the Smiley-bitch, who, like her nick-name, simply smiled.

"Hawks-san, nice of you to join us. And yes this is a test, we need to see how much he can take."

"How much he can take?" Although the number two Pro was smiling back at her there was a hardness in his eyes. "You do remember that he is not a recruit right? That you have literally had him for only a day after he was removed from an abusive home, was sexually assaulted, and kidnapped by villains?"

"The doctor is present Hawks-san, no damage has been done that he can't repair today. We are monitoring the situation." She replied lightly. "I am simply following the higher-ups orders."

"I see." Hawks glanced at Katsuki, taking in the bruises but also the snarl, and fierce glare. Instead of commenting on that he turned to the other Pro as he called back the feathers that had the man pinned. "Brick, buddy! How have you been? Hows your girls? Getting big I bet."

The man grunted a response, standing at ease.

Katsuki wasn't sure what was going on so he stayed alert. Tokoyami held Hawks in high regard making it hard to distrust the man fully but they were still tucked away from the public eye, in the Commissions gym "testing" him which meant there wasn't room to trust any of them logically.

"Hawks." Morikawa (Smiley-bitch) interrupted. "Hawks, we were in the middle of an assessment."

"Oh you're done." Hawks quipped lightly as he waved her off. "Dr. Moro can go ahead and heal the Firecracker up. Me and him can go a few more rounds after if he is cleared, and if he wants."

Smiley-bitch, sputtered a few words while glancing between the doctor and the number two hero.

"Wha … what? No! He will finish his match with Brick, there hasn't been a proper capture or knockout."

Katsuki had a retort on his tongue for the woman but the air grew a bit chilly when he noticed Hawks was no longer smiling.

"Well, putting aside the fact that you personally decided to lay out a Pro-hero assessment for a teenager, and over looking the fact you pitted said teenager in a quirk-less fight with a Pro that's quirk is a mutation type that can't be shut off, I'd say you have more than enough data to take to the brass. The kid's a natural. A bit of fine tuning, and training with me to work on his speed, and I'd say he has a good starting point wouldn't you?"

She scowled, but straightened her back.

"Fine. I will run by a training schedule to you later today than, since you seem keen on the boy. I must warn you though, he is a handful, I hope you are up to the task." She sniffed, then motioned the doctor towards Katsuki.

With only a slight wince at the cold hands being put on him, Katsuki glanced back at Hawks who now wore a thoughtful expression.

"How ya feeling now Firecracker?"

" 'm fine." He muttered, eyeing up the man. "It was only a few bruises."

"And a couple broken rib." The doctor hummed.

Katsuki chose to ignore the doctor and glanced at Brick who was getting ready to leave the gym.

"His quirk is a mutation type you said? He doesn't look much fucking different." He glanced at Hawks for an answer.

"It is literally his skin. His hide is half an inch thick which absorbs only the strongest of blows. Punching him gets you about as far as punching …"

"A brick wall." Katsuki finished now understanding the hero's name. "Lovely choice for a 'quirkless' fight with." His voice dripping in sarcasm.

It was Hawks' turn to hum as he looked over at the HPSC rep who was now filling out paperwork forms.

"All done." The doctor breathed out a sigh. "I don't suggest any more hard sparring between these injuries and the other three hero's I am about at my limit."

Katsuki couldn't help but feel a little disappointed that he would not be allowed to spar with Hawks, that at least would have made the shit day worth Pro seemed to catch onto his pout and smirked down at him.

"Don't worry about it fire cracker! I'll be here tomorrow, we can spar till you little legs give out on ya!"

The feral grin returned.

"You're gonna be praying to fuckin' Kernel Sanders to put you out of your misery once I'm done with you!" He promised, a little bit of he usual fire showing through. The Hero gave a laugh.

"We will see squirt! We will see." He glanced around the gym, then back to Katsuki.

"You eat yet? Getting close to supper, I can order us something."

Katsuki wrinkled his nose.

"No, but I can cook if you're sticking around." Katsuki wasn't a fan of Hawks, in fact he found him annoying to listen to when he did his press interviews or when he spoke to fans for publicity but in the Commissions building he was the closest thing to an ally he was probably going to get. Plus he was feeling a bit lonely, not that he would admit that to anyone, Smiley-bitch just wasn't great company.

Hawks stuck around for food, annoying Katsuki much like an older sibling might. The teen yelled and roared at him on occasion but otherwise tolerated the others presence for the few hours he was available.

The hero promised to stop by the next day so they could finally spar before leaving around seven in the evening. It was hard to judge time of day since there was no windows in his prison, but at least his phone was a reliable source.

Looking around the now empty communal space Katsuki felt the beginnings of an anxiety attack. It was so quiet, and felt eerily similar to when he was left chained to a chair, in a dark room, for hours on end.

He retreated to his room, scooping up the red sweater and his bag before locking himself in the bathroom. At least there was no camera's there.

A hot shower and clean clothes made him feel a bit better. The soft red hoodie was what made the tightness in his chest release enough the he could breathe properly though.

Settling on the floor in the bathroom he pulled out his phone and hit the call button. The first ring barely ended when a voice sounded, slightly panicked, on the other end.

"Bakubro! Hey man, are you alright? How are they treating you?"

Katsuki let out a huff, more relieved then annoyed.

"Hey Shitty hair." Gruff, but quiet his own voice sounded hollow even to him.

They talked for an hour, before Katsuki fell asleep with the phone still to his ear, listening to Kirishima's endless, sunshine, ramblings.

Hero Chat

Hawks – sent

Hawks – ur problem child is livin up 2 his title

Eraser – He looks to be in one piece. Though a little distracted.

Hawks – yeaaaaa his handler don't seem 2 like him much. No patience 4 his brand of communication.

Allmight – Young Bakugou can be a bit much at times. But his heart is in the right place.

Hawks – I get it I do … but she reeeeeaaaalllyyy seems to have it out 4 firecracker. Of course he is taking it as a personal challenge to push even more buttons

Jeanist – As long as he is safe and moving towards his goal he will be fine. As for his handler, a beastly term might I add for someone that is suppose to be looking after him, she needs to find a better way to relate to him.

Eraser – If it's a battle of wills she better be willing to go all in. If he doesn't respect her, he won't listen to her.

Mic – Anymore blow ups from last night?

Hawks – blew up his food tray. Told handler 2 buy him groceries so he can cook 4 himself. Told Ridgetooth 2 fuck off and called him a walking-corpse. Took some standard tests. Beat up a few pros. Got beat by one pro. Healed from bruising and broken ribs. Cooked me chicken …. Then called me a cannibal. All in all pretty productive id say

Eraser – There is so much wrong in everything you just said about his first day at the Commission.

On the second day Katsuki renewed his efforts to make his displeasure known to Commission appointed babysitter and her lackeys. He was late to class, taking time to make himself a proper breakfast and dragging his feet while Smiley-bitch stood in the door tapping her foot impatiently. He didn't listen to a word Corpse-bride had to say in said class, but still answered all his pissy questions afterwards correctly.

He doubled his appointed lunch hour, because he could, what was she going to do about it? He was already grounded.

He was going to put the effort in quirk training but it turned out to be a joke. There was five targets. He was supposed to run around the gym and destroy all targets before the time limit of one minute and thirty seconds. He had stared at them as if they had no braincells whatsoever. The buzzer went for him to begin. While still staring at them he lifted one hand to his right and then didn't even flinch when a explosion shook the room. Clearing all five obstacles in 1.4 seconds.

They then reset the course. Adding civilian dummies to the mix. Again he didn't bother moving. He faced the course, waited for the buzzer than lifted his left palm this time. Being ambidextrous was helpful in not wearing down one arm more than the other.

"AP shot." He growled. Five shots left five smoking targets. 5.6 seconds.

They let him go train on his own after that.

Hawks kept his word and came to spar. That was the most helpful thing to happen all day. He didn't hold back on Katsuki, and the teen never won even one bout, but the man gave him pointers and corrected things as he went, giving Katsuki the direction he needed to improve.

The 0 wins, 6 loses hurt his pride but it didn't stop him from yelling at the other blonde that he would destroy him next time.

He fell asleep on the bathroom floor again that night, swaddled in the too large red sweater listening to the bakusquad argue over the correct answers on some assignment they were doing.

This routine went on for six days before Smiley-bitch wasn't smiling anymore.

"This is unacceptable Bakugou! If you really wanted to be a top ranking hero then you would take this seriously and be on time for your classes!"

"Bitch, I'm gonna be number one! And if you wanted me to take you fucking seriously maybe you should stop trying to micromanage every fucking second of my life! I'm still not allowed to leave this fucking floor, you won't let me see my friends, I learned your fucking course work the first week with Aizawa …" He swallowed at the name, that was still a sore spot and he wasn't sure if he was ever going to stop feeling the gut retching pain he felt just thinking of the man. "I'm sixteen years old, I think I have the right to some fucking freedoms!"

"You are nothing but an arrogant, self-absorbed, child and only a strict regiment will do to get you to even start to resemble a hero!" She snapped back at him.

"In case you haven't fucking noticed, I keep my self on my own strict regiment. I eat properly, I don't skip my work outs or training and I put one hundred percent into anything that will get me to the fucking top," He then held up his phone with a sneer, "And with me and Todoroki snagging that villain as our debut, Dynamight is officially on the Hero ranking board without any help from fucking you."

Hero rankings were a combination of different factors like strength, closed hero work cases, and overall popularity. Katsuki couldn't do anything about the hero work since he was currently in 'jail', but he could do something about the others.

It had come to him on his third night of sleeping in the bathroom away from the cameras. It pained him to admit the magazine spread had bumped up his popularity, as had the public 'kidnapping' of him to the Commissions custody, but with that little bit of recognition he could take control of some of his shattered life.

With the help of Mina and Kaminari he set up several social media accounts for his hero persona. Then discretely took photos and videos of himself working out, training and even cooking. He sent them in bulk to his more socially adept friends to manage the accounts for him, adding posts when and of what they deemed relevant. He was stuck under the Commissions thumb, but Dynamight was becoming an internet trend.

"You will listen to me Bakugou. I am here to guild you to becoming a real hero, one that will represent the Commission well, and in turn make the people feel safe. Now, enough of this petty rebellion, you are to report to Ridgetooth's classroom at 0800 tomorrow, and adhere to the set schedule I have provided or I promise you, there will be consequences!"

He snarled at her back as she stomped away, she was hellbent on making him kneel before the Commission just so they could use him to better their image. They were opportunistic, and cruel in their pursuit to maintain the publics opinion of them and Hero society in general. Katsuki wanted to be a hero, he looked up to hero's and idolized them as much as anyone, but something about the Commission made his skin crawl now more than ever.

With his only source of annoyance gone he glanced around the empty space with a sigh. He was alone again. Next week should have been his internship, he had been looking forward to that.

The next morning he made a point of walking into the classroom a full thirty minutes late before throwing his feet onto the desk. Ridgetooth scowled but began anyway, not wanting to waste any more time.

When lunch came around he was expecting to find Smiley-Bitch waiting for him but she wasn't in the kitchen, nor in the training gym. Shrugging to himself he headed to his room for a shower and to check in with Kirishima.

Right away he knew something was off. His bag and sweater was gone and his rubble pile had disappeared and had been replaced by identical furnishings, placed in the exact spots as they had been originally.

With a snarl Katsuki turned and stomped out of the room only to find the bitch standing there with three of her goons. One of them was holding a folded pile of his clothes.

"I took the liberty of having your things washed properly. And added some more appropriate attire for a young hero." She said, her smile wide.

"Don't touch my fucking stuff!" Katsuki roared, snatching his things back and turning to storm back into his room. There was a new bed that needed exploding.

He slammed the door and gave a heavy exhale before carefully picking the red sweater from the pile. It now smelt like disinfectant, and the fabric was scratchy from harsh chemicals.

Traitorous tears threatened to fall. He felt his chest tighten. Fuck.

He grabbed his phone and quickly found Kiri's number and hit the green call button.

Nothing happened. He looked down at his phone only to realize that in the top right corner it read 'no service'. Slipping down the wall to a sitting position he kept staring at it as if it was going to suddenly change back.

He barely registered the bedroom door open. Smiley-bitch stepped inside, grinning manically.

"So, let's try this again shall we?" She simpered. "Unless you start listening to what I am telling you, and behaving as a proper Commission hero, none of your privileges will be restore. If you want your phone service back, if you want to go out on patrols, if you want any independence you will follow these rules; 1)No swearing, 2) no destruction of commission property 3)follow any directive passed down from Commission administration including dress code, hero costume changes, and conduct fixes. And, finally, 4) you will address me as Ma'am when you speak."

Katsuki stared at his phone, knowing he was now completely cut off, no Hero's were going to save him because they were the ones holding him. He was a tool to everyone other then his friends, simply something for them to use and control. His mother thought so, the sludge villain thought so, the league thoughts so too, as did the perv Richardson.

His dream had always been so unwavering, to become the number one hero. That dream was now in the hands of the well-dressed, shit-stain of a human staring down at him.

He opened his mouth to snarl but snapped it shut with a uncomfortable click of his teeth. With all the different thoughts swirling through his mind he didn't notice her walk in front of him to the desk and set a paper on it.

"Your schedule." She announced. Starting tomorrow you will follow it to a T, and if after three days you can show me you can behave, I will allot you one twenty minute phone call."

The rules listed off through his head. If he was going to follow them he was going to have to tape his own mouth shut because not cursing and calling her ma'am were just not going to happen. Better not to speak at all.

"You seem to understand your predicament. I will see you in the morning Bakugou."

As the door slammed shut behind her, Katsuki pulled his knees into his chest. Nothing he could think of was going to feel like a win in this situation.

Next chapter

Two days. He lasted two days by keeping his mouth shut and doing as he was told. He never gave anything more or less than they asked of him and showed up when he was supposed to. He might of even been able to make it to day three had it not been for a single moment in training, where one of Smiley-bitch's goons grabbed him by the back of the neck during a combat simulation.

"Fuck!" He roared turning and letting loose a blast that sent the man scrambling back. "Don't fucking touch my neck! If you'd just let me use my fucking proper hero costume it wouldn't be a problem, I have a metal bracer to protect it!"

The simulation program paused and he could see Smiley-bitch marching across the floor. His chest was already constricting with the feeling of a hand on him, but looking at her face he had even more reason to be weary. He just wanted to talk to Kirishima.

"Care to repeat that?" She demanded.

"I just don't want someone grabbing me." So far so good for keeping the swear words out. "If I could just use my hero costume …" She cut him off.

"No. That thing sends the completely wrong message to the citizens." She snapped. "You're a hero-in-training you are going to have to get over you little hissy fit about people touching you."

"Get over …?" He bit into his cheek hard enough to taste blood. "I understand what you are getting at, but I have already taken the steps to help limit the time …"

"To bad. And don't think I didn't hear you earlier. Let's reset that three day timer shall we."

"Are you kidding me? It wasn't like I was calling any body something offensive!" He growled.

"You swore. And I notice you haven't called me Ma'am even once. Sort yourself out Bakugou or I will extend the three days to four."

Now, Katsuki was never known for being able to keep his temper very well, but it was a rare occasion for him to be so pissed off that he lost control. This seemed to be that breaking point for him now. Palms crackled and smoked.

"Are you fucking kidding me!? I did what you fucking wanted, I followed your damn rules! Alls I want is to call my friends."

"No."

"FUCK YOU! You slimy, two-bit, sorry excuse for a fucking cu …" His palms flash when two sets of large hands grabbed him. Curse words flowed like water and he twisted against the bruising grips enough to land a couple good knees but then a third set of hands grabbed him.

"Well, I guess we can call this a time out then shall we?" She simpered. "Put the quirk restraints on him and he can cool off in his room. When you feel like apologizing Bakugou, you can knock."

He heard none of what she was saying. He fought as if his life depended on it. Too many hands were on him. The situation was too similar. The dimly lit dive of a bar flashed in his minds eye.

Images of the psycho blonde's smiling face, a blade sliding over the fleshy part of his thigh and stomach, skin parting as easy as butter. The dry fucker and the smell of decay seemed to linger in his mind for a moment, four fingers gripping flesh, the fifth finger and death hovering, ready to drop at any moment.

Restraints clamped over his hands which automatically caused his breathing to quicken. They threw him unceremoniously into his room, slamming and locking the door behind them.

The room was dark, and the shadows seemed to move on their own. A weak whimper escaped his throat as he clenched his eyes shut and tried to count out his breaths.

With whatever dignity he could muster he pushed to his feet and slunk into the bathroom, kicking the door closed behind him. He didn't need them to see him completely loose it.

Tears started to stream down his face as he tried to gasp in enough oxygen to stay conscience. He tried to pull at his shirt to get it away from his neck but he had forgotten that the quirk restraints were on him, when he realized that a new wave of panic took over. Stomach turned as more and more flashback ran rampant through his head. With a final twist of the gut he dropped to his knees and retched into the toilet. The acidic smell burnt his lungs as he continued to struggle with his bodies violent reaction.

A loud rap at the bathroom door made him jump.

"What are you doing in there? Come out here now!"

Logically he knew it was just the Smiley-bitch but still in the throws of the worst panic attack he had ever experienced his only reaction to the demand was to throw his body weight behind the door to keep anyone from getting inside.

Hawks flipped through his phone taking note of Commission authorized communications, villain reports and other high priority emails before gleefully sending them to the trash folder, unopened.

Yes he was a Commission lap dog (not by choice, and it was getting easier to tell them no these days), yes he was still running active missions for them though most were only known about by the president herself, and yes he was still required to show up to all the press conferences and galas that they required, but dammit he was not obligated to read every little shit post from those self-serving bureaucrats.

Humming a catchy little tune, he was more than happy to sit on the top of the water tower to watch the sunrise. It had been a long night and his bed was calling, but a few more minutes he was going to have a breathtaking view. What was life if you couldn't enjoy the little things?

A sliver of bright pink could just be seen creeping over the horizon when his phone started to scream at him that he was missing a call. The annoying ring tone ruined the mood, and made him regret letting Miruko play with his phone last night.

He didn't recognize the number but answered anyway, if only to shut up the rude voice still screaming for him to pick up.

"Yo. Hawks here." He chirped with a happy tone. No one need know he had a 'customer service voice' reserved for when he was pissy but had to be professional and friendly. Rumi was probably the only one to know the difference between his genuinely happy and fake happy tones.

"Hawks-san, this is Morikawa Noriko."

"I'm sorry doll, I don't know who that is." It did sound familiar but she ruined his peaceful morning so he wasn't above playing the dumb-blonde card. "Did we hook up or something?"

"Hawks-san! No! I … I work at the Commission. I am Bakugou Katsuki's liaison."

"Ohhhhhhh, his handler."

"He … ah … no, that would imply he is an employee … not a ward of the …" She seems to shake herself from the rambling. "We met several times over the last few weeks Hawks-san."

"Oh yeah. The one that thought pitting a kid again Brick in a quirk-less fight was a good idea. I remember you now." He smirked when she gave a indignant huff. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"I am calling to request you return to the Commission building to help with a small problem."

"Last I checked I don't take orders from low-rank nannies." He couldn't quite keep his annoyance out of that one.

"Yes, I understand that Hawks-san, but this particular problem can't be leaked and must be dealt with discreetly. And you seem to be the only one that might have some sort of rapport with the brat."

That makes him frown.

"By brat am I to assume you mean Bakugou? And by rapport do you mean the only one he MIGHT not blow up?"

"Umm, yes, I will explain when you get here." Then she hung up.

Hawks could see the tall sky-rise in the distance and could be there in seconds but he wanted to enlighten himself first.

Technically he didn't have clearance to the Commission security system. Technically he wasn't allowed to tap into the security cameras. Still, the bastards were the ones that bought and trained him from the age of six, so really, if he mastered their teachings to the point of being able to use it against them, it was the Commissions fault.

Clicking on the feed into Bakugou's bedroom (which made him feel like a dirty creep) he noted that the glorified-nanny and three of those henchman that she could produce with her quirk were all standing in the newly restored room. Since they stood close to the bathroom door, Hawks had to assume the teenager had locked himself inside.

If he was being honest he had hoped this was just going to be a case of the woman not being able to handle a teenage temper tantrum that involved explosions. Instead when he back-tracked the video feed to find the boy being tossed into the room with heavy quirk-restraints on his hands, he had to seethe. It was clear by watching the next minute of video that the boy was panicking, and he was now locked in a small room, defenceless, with enemies in his mind. What was more disturbing was that besides for a minute of her storming in and banging on the door, he had been in there hours and the bitch was only now properly checking on him.

He took to the sky even as he cropped the video and saved it to his personal server. Eraserhead deserved to know what the Commission was doing to farther traumatize his student.

It saved time to enter the building only one floor below the living quarters, the Commission could afford to replace the window he broke to do so. Taking the stairs he reached the bedroom only seven minutes after the woman's initial call.

Morikawa seemed shocked to see him standing in front of her so soon.

"Hawks-san!"

He cut her off sharply.

"You can leave. I think it would be better if you weren't present when I go in there." His voice held enough edge for her to realize she had fucked up. She bowed and left without any explanation. Hawks went to the door and knocked lightly. "Bakugou? Can you hear me? It's Hawks, can you open the door so I can see that you are alright?"

He may have had a few training sessions outlining what to do with panic attacks, shock and other victim responses but for the most part he didn't have to use them. He stopped the villains, saved the civilians, and then passed them off to emergency service workers who were better trained for that part of the mission.

"Bakugou, can you please open the door? … Katsuki?"

There was a slight sniffle, and a little bit of shuffling before the door relaxed in it's casing. The kid must have been sitting against it. Hawks tried the door handle, it was still locked.

"Can you unlocked the door?"

"No," it was soft but it was a verbal response. "… restraints …"

The push button lock would be hard to undo with the bulky restraints on. Harder then locking it had been.

"Ok. I am going to come in. Are you away from the door?"

"Yes."

With pinpoint precision he shot a mid-sized feather through the lock, busting the whole mechanism out the other side. The door swung in easily after that.

It took a few moments for Hawks' eyes to adjust to the dark bathroom but when they did they dropped to the form of Bakugou sitting on the floor with his forehead resting against the cool tiled wall.

The boy looked like shit. His eyes were red-rimmed and puffy, his cheeks blotchy, along with angry red burns fanning out of the top of the restraints on his forearms. Not to mention there was heat coming off his body in waves.

"Hey there kiddo," Hawks said softly as he kneeled down in front of the kid, telegraphing all his moves.

"The fuck you doing birdbrain?" The kid huffed. His voice was scratchy sounding but it was good to hear some of his normal mannerisms. It was enough to let Hawks relax a bit.

"Well, to start how about I get those off of you?" Hawks waved vaguely at the cuffs. He waited for Bakugou to give a nod before selecting another, smaller feather. The lock clicked in record time, the restrains cracked open and fell to the floor with a loud crack.

The kids hands were a mess of shiny red burns. The pro held up his phone, silently asking if Bakugou would allow him to take a picture of the damage. He grunted and turned his head away but still held out his arms.

"Is there a first aid kit in here?" Hawks' golden eyes flickered around the room.

"No. There is one out in the kitchen though."

"Do you want to walk out there? Or do you want me to bring it in here?"

"Is the bitch out there?" This time his voice held some strength to it, as did the fiery glare the lifted from the floor.

"I kicked her out of your room. But I can kick her out of there too if you want"

"Can you kick her out a thirtieth floor fucking window instead? She is a cockroach, I am sure she would fucking survive."

"By the quick rebound into violence, am I right in assuming this was not the first panic attack you have had to deal with?"

The kid looked away, chewing on his bottom lip.

"Been dealing with them since middle school." When Hawks opened his mouth to ask, Bakugou cut him off. "There was a villain attack. Tried to take over my body. Choking to death on animate muck is not an ideal way to go. Ten out of ten would not recommend."

Hawks had to pop a smirk at the attempt at humour.

"I will try to avoid that."

To his credit the boy was able to push himself to his feet, but one step and Hawks had to catch him under his arm. He grunted with the effort to keep the kid upright.

"Hmph! Geeze kid, what the hell do you eat? Dumbbells for breakfast?"

"Shut up," Bakugou growled, "Not my fault you're fuckin' weak."

A few laboured steps and Bakugou seemed to work out some of the cramps in his overstimulated muscles.

When they got to the kitchen Morikawa snapped to attention. By the sneer she levelled the kids way she had some nasty things to say to him. Hawks cut her off by pointedly placing his body in front of Bakugou, wings spread defensively.

"You can leave now. You are relieved of duty."

"What? No, I have been tasked to over see his day to day."

"Here is what is going to happen. I can't change the Commissions stance on taking custody of Bakugou, but what I can do is make sure that every piss poor decision you have made about the boy comes to light. Even if the facts don't reach the publics ear, at the very least it would ruin your career!" His voice was cold. "Now. I will bring Bakugou back to fulfill his training and school requirements, but at night and on his days off he will stay at my apartment. It is Commission property so it technically is not him leaving their custody, and you will keep you mouth shut about it. Understood?"

She opened and shut her mouth a few times before wisely snapping it shut and looking away.

"Good decision. The kid is taking tomorrow off so I suggest you start that paper work. Now. Shoo." He waved his hand dismissively at her, as if she was some annoying housefly. Her whole face turned red, and she huffed aggressively but kept her head enough to give a stiff bow and retreat.

When he turned he was faced with Bakugou's surprised expression, eyebrow raised.

"Fuck Bird-brain. I'm kinda impressed." He muttered.

Hawks preened a little at the compliment, from what he heard it was rare for the teen to be anything but grumpy.

"Let's get those treated, then I will call a company car to take us to my place."

"You were serious?" The teen shifted nervously. Hawks tilted his head to the side in confusion.

"Of course I was. I am not leaving you here after this!" He waved a hand at the boys injuries.

After treating the wounds and a silent car ride, the two arrived at his building. The elevator took them to the top floor penthouse. It occurred to him that he had never used the thing, he usually just flew in through the open patio doors.

The kid shuffled in behind him, eyes scanning the place with out much fanfare. Hawks was a little disappointed, most people gushed over his collections of shiny things, and expensive furnishings.

"The fuck is that?" Bakugou grunted looking at his sleeping pit. Literally the whole living room was sunk into the floor by two steps onto a massive mattress that was covered in all the softest blankets and pillows.

"It is called 'The Nest!', and it is amazing!"

The boy mouthed the word 'nest' again and levelled Hawks with the driest look he had ever seen.

"You are literally a fucking parakeet." He stated.

"Hey! Don't knock it till you try it! Which you will, because you look ready to pass out. Want anything before sleep? Drink, or food?"

"Naw. 'm good."

Hawks watched as Bakugou pressed a tentative toe onto the mattress. It must have met his standards because he watched the kid slumped across the whole thing before curling around one of the many pillows. He was asleep within ten minutes.

Hawks hummed as he slipped down the long hall to the master bedroom.

He had barely stepped into the dark room when a hand slapped over his mouth. After a brief struggle Hawks found himself pinned face first against the wall, a hand twisting one wing painfully. The intruder froze as well, one well placed razor sharp feather pressing into his neck.

"About time you got home Birdie." The rough voice sounded with no hint of fear at all. "I see you brought me a present. It's just what I wanted."

"Don't you dare." Hawks hissed. "What the hell are you doing here Dabi?"

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Hawks tried to get in front of Dabi, to stop him from walking out to the living room.

"Stop! Come on man, if he sees you, there is no way I am going to be able to explain why you are here."

"You won't have to explain it Birdie cause I'll be taking the little Bomb-boi with me."

Hawks lowered his voice even more making frantic hand gestures to get his point across.

"No, you can't. The commission knows I have him, what I am suppose to tell them huh? That I just let some high ranking villain snatch their new pawn? It would destroy all the ground work I have already laid. Don't you think Shiggy would be more concerned about that than some hang up he has about losing the one boy?"

Dabi seemed to consider that but he continued to walk forward. Their footsteps were near silent but Hawks couldn't help but be on edge. To the gods, he hoped the kid was properly passed out!

"What are you doing?" Hawks whispered harshly.

"Shut up Hawks, if you wake him I will have no choice but to take him and that would be on your hands."

Hawks snapped his mouth shut quickly. Dabi smirked as he stepped down onto the mattress, the movement drawing a small noise from the boy but otherwise he didn't stir. With his heart hammering in his chest, the Pro could only watch as the villain pulled out his phone before laying down behind the boy.

Dabi stuck his tongue out in some obscene face, as he snapped a selfie with the sleeping teen before tapping out a message to send.

"You know," Dabi drawled in a voice far too loud for Hawks' liking. "I almost choked on my drink when I saw that new magazine ad. Never expected the little shit to let them take such a suggestive photo, my mark on full display." His eyes snapped up to Hawks' as a single finger danced across the scar on the back of Bakugou's neck. Time seemed to stop when the boy tightened in on himself a released a small, distressed whimper.

Hawks flinched, muscles ready to act though unsure what exactly he would do. Dabi grinned all the wider.

"I came here with a message from Shigaraki," his hand stretched out to lay over the full burn perfectly. "You fucked up last time with Endeavour, so this is your final chance to prove yourself loyal. He wants a Pro. A high ranking one." Hawks held his breath as the hand tightened and started to almost glow blue, drawing another whimper though Bakugou remained asleep.

"Fine." Hawks agreed readily, his eyes locked on Dabi. "Send me a time and place, tell Shiggy he need not have worried, that I will deliver."

Dabi hummed to himself, not completely convinced.

"Are you keeping Bomb-boi here now?"

"Just tonight, he will be going back to the Commission building tomorrow." Not what he had originally planned but he had not counted on Dabi being quite so bold as to break into a Commission owned apartment building.

"No. He will be staying here." Dabi finally started to get to his feet. Stepping over the sleeping form with no concerns what so ever. "And you are to bring him on your patrols. If Shiggy decides he wants him than I can grab him better when he is exposed out there. Wouldn't want you to expose yourself too soon like you said."

They moved back towards the bedroom much to the Pro's relief.

"That's fine." He agreed again. The guilt of putting the teen into even more harms way twisted his stomach a little but he long ago figured out how to push such feelings aside for the immediate good. Still, he felt confident enough he could keep the boy out of too much danger.

The thought had distracted him for a moment, which the Fire-villain not only noticed but took advantage of. They were still in sight of the nest when Dabi slammed Hawks bodily against the wall, pining him for a second time that night. He dipped his head down low so his lips were brushing Hawks' cheek as he spoke.

"Try not to disappoint me Birdie, I'd hate to have to burn the kid in front of you to prove a point." Dabi gave a dark little grin before booping him on the nose with a burning finger. "See you soon."

Hawks gave a unconcerned wave of his hand as Dabi was enveloped by a thick, smokey gate. Once he was sure he was alone, he rubbed the small burn irritable and double checked the whole place to make sure Dabi had not bugged his apartment in anyway. Only allowing himself to relax slightly once he was sure.

Back in the living room Bakugou had shifted to his other side but his even breathing and relaxed face was enough to tell the Hero that kid was still out. Small miracles.

Taking a page out of Dabi's book, Hawks pulled his phone and snapped a photo of the adorable hell-child hugging a pink fuzzy pillow and drooling slightly.

Best bet was to get the teen back into Aizawa's capable hands before any of the major shit finally went down.

Sleep called him to his bedroom, where he promptly face planted on the bed, kicked off his boots much like a toddler would, and sighed into his soft mattress in contentment. That kid really did have shit luck, was the last thing he thought before he drifted off.

Bakugou slowly blinked open his eyes. It took a long moment to remember where the fuck he was and why he was being smothered but fuzzy pillows, and a hoard of fleece throws but eventually it clicked into place. Glancing at his phone he realized that he had slept for most of the day. It wasn't without a few nightmares but it had been the best sleep he had gotten since the damn Commission inserted itself into his life.

With a long stretch, he moved out of the 'nest'. He was gonna have to agree with the Bird-brain on that one, that monstrosity was surprisingly comfortable. Bathroom came first, then onto the kitchen where he found enough groceries to at least make a traditional breakfast.

Once he heard the Pro up and moving he threw on a pot of coffee and plated two servings of food.

It wasn't long before Hawks made his appearance. Hair flattened on one side, wings ruffled, and still wearing the same outfit from last night.

"The fuck happened to you bird-brain? Looks like sleep beat you with a fucking baseball bat."

The man grunted something, poured a full thermos of coffee, then slide into the vacant chair to the left of Katsuki.

Watching Hawks through his lashes, Katsuki dug into the meal, suddenly very hungry. It was only by the second thermos of coffee that Hawks woke up enough to use his phone, and notice there was actually food in front of him.

"Mmm. I should have brought you home a long time ago! I could always use a personal assistant."

"You don't need an assistant you need adult supervision. At all times Bird-brain." Katsuki bit back.

Mostly through their meal the buzzer for the elevator alerted them to someone coming up to the pent house.

"Hope you don't mind squirt, I invited some people over."

"Your house." Katsuki snorted into his bowl. His burn prickled uncomfortable drawing his attention long enough to miss the first man stepping into the room. When his eyes finally came up to attention, he froze. Aizawa stood with the same tired look, though his eyes moved swiftly over him assessing the damage.

Katsuki was having a hard time working through his conflicted feeling towards the man when a second figure walked in behind him. Kirishima's face lit up like a the damned sun when their eyes met.

Walking around the island would have taken too long. Katsuki vaulted the thing like a world class athlete and launched himself into the taller boy with enough force to knock Red Riot on his ass. Katsuki couldn't bring himself to care as the adults stared wide eyed, his arms wrapped around the other boys waist, his face pressed into collar bone while literally sitting on his lap.

"H-hey Kats! Hey man, good to see you too." Kiri breathed as he wrapped his own arms around Katsuki's shoulders. This. This right here was what Katsuki desperately needed. He inhaled the so familiar scent of his best friend/boyfriend and melted into his embrace.

It took an embarrassingly long time before Katsuki let Kiri go long enough to at least stand up. Once standing he moved back into the boys personal bubble with no remorse.

"Ei. I swear. If I ever tell you I want to work with the fucking Commission, please, just assume it's a fucking imposter and yeet me out a high-rise window."

"Will do Kats." Kiri surprised him by kissing his forehead tenderly. "Don't worry though, Aizawa-sensei is working really hard to make sure you don't have to stay with them. He really does feel awful that he couldn't do anything."

Oh. That needed to be addressed. Well he had already swallowed his pride in leu of hugs, he might as well temporarily revoke his no-apologies policy too. Fuck. They really were making him soft.

He straightened his back and approached Aizawa with a determined stride. He was not some kicked puppy, he wasn't about to shuffle his feet or stare at the ground.

"Sensei." Aizawa looked at him, a single brow raised. Bakugou bowed. "I am sorry. The things I said in the courtroom were completely out of line. You had no way of knowing that was going to happen and I know you would never lie to me intentionally. I also know when you erased my quirk you were saving me from myself." Who said he couldn't speak without swearing?

He wasn't sure what to expect when he straightened and looked into his teachers eyes again. He needed to trust the man, if he didn't, he had nothing solid to stand on. Aizawa was the one that kept him steady. If it was possible Aizawa looked even more tired now, but somehow relieved.

"Problem child, I do not blame you for your reaction. It was a highly stressful situation. If I had of let you fight those Commission men, it would have just given them more reason to put you on a tight leash."

Katsuki huffed and held out one slightly burnt forearm.

"Yeah, they seem pretty keen on that anyway. That Smiley-bitch has one hell of a hard-on for trying to break me."

The group moved to more comfortable seats and started going over all the current information that they had. Hawks kindly provided Aizawa with several video's of Katsuki's treatment, claiming an anonymous source, Aizawa did not question it.

With the feeling that at least they weren't sitting idly by, Katsuki felt days of tension release. He sat back into Kiri's chest with a grin, feeling the warmth and comfort.

"I know your students started their internships Eraser, I was thinking I'd haul Bakugou along with me, at least for the time being. I can't keep him up to date on the classroom stuff but I can at least make sure he doesn't fall behind the practical."

"You told Smiley-bitch you'd take me back to follow the fuckers schedule." Katsuki commented with narrow eyes. Hawks gave him a wink.

"I told her what she wanted to hear, now I am changing the plans. She won't say anything because she knows she won't stand a chance going against me."

"I agree with your plan Hawks. Anything too dangerous I am expecting you to leave the kid out of it." Aizawa drawled. Katsuki felt the man's eyes fall on him, when he looked up Aizawa reached for the bag he had brought. He pulled out a couple items. "This is a new burner phone, it has been pre-loaded with mine and your classmates numbers. The commission shouldn't be able to mess with since it is connected through the Pro-Hero servers. This is a new laptop courtesy of the support department. It is connected to my personal work computer, so don't look up anything you wouldn't want me to see." He gave him an extra long look at that.

"Who do you fuckin' take me for teach'? Everyone worth their weight knows how to use incognito tab to search the best ways to murder someone, and porn. You know, the sensitive shit."

Hawks gave a loud cackle and Kiri turned as red as his hair.

"Indeed." Aizawa deadpanned, unamused or perhaps indifferent, the man was hard to read. "I will post documents to the folder with your name on it and you can continue your course work. You are still enrolled at UA, you have tuition paid until the end of this year so there is no reason you can't keep your studies up. Again the commission shouldn't be able to hack it, Power-loader made sure of that."

Katsuki nodded, he felt a tightening in his chest as he was again reminded that Aizawa had never been anything but fair to him and now the guilt about how he acted was turning in his gut.

The pair stayed for the rest of the after noon, allowing Katsuki plenty of time to catch up with Kiri and for Aizawa to speak with Hawks. Eventually they had to go though, it was a school night and Kiri had to be back to the dorms before curfew even being with a teacher.

Katsuki walked them to elevator, he had embarrassed himself enough that day to last a life time so he made sure to keep a scowl firmly in place and any emotion carefully locked away

"I will stay in touch with Hawks and try and set up a time you can see the rest of your friends, no promises Bakugou, but I will do my best." Aizawa told him. The elevator doors opened and the his teacher stepped in side leaving Katsuki facing Kiri.

"Take care of yourself, ok Kats?" Kiri whispered against his forehead before giving him a light kiss. Katsuki was thankful the taller redhead had made a point to have his back to their teacher, that way the man didn't see the kiss nor did he see Katsuki flush pink. So much for keeping that under wraps.

"Yeah, yeah Ei, I hear ya." He huffed, secretly hoping he would do it again.

Kirishima stepped into the elevator and gave a wide smile, his scent swirled around the spot he just left. Katsuki froze for a moment, then lunged forward to grab the edge of the door before it could fully close. With his foot wedged into the bottom to stop the thing from leaving he stared at Kiri with such intensity the red head blushed.

"You, you forget something Kats?"

Katsuki's expression stayed hard.

"Is it cold out?" He demanded.

Kirishima and Aizawa shared a concerned look.

"No …" Kiri said slowly.

"Good." Katsuki pointed at the Crimson Riot hoodie his boyfriend was wearing. "Take it off."

Kirishima turned redder than even his hair and gave a hysterical little laugh as he glanced at Aizawa and Hawks who were right there, staring at them. Aizawa even raised an eyebrow.

"Ahhh, not really a g-good time for that is it Kats?" He muttered.

"Yeah it fuckin' is. Take it off." Katsuki enjoyed the look that was now gracing Kiri's face somewhere between embarrassment and intrigue. Katsuki held out a hand and made a gimme motion with it. "Your hoodie Ei. Give me your hoodie."

"Oh … OH! Yeah man, of course." Kiri gave in quickly and pulled his sweater up and over his head and held it out. Katsuki couldn't help but give a happy hum when he held it under his arm, and he could smell Ei all over it. "Um, why though?"

Katsuki flushed a little at that glancing at Aizawa just knowing the man was going to make a big deal out of it.

"It smells like you." He admitted, then mumbled the second part. "Helps with the nightmares."

Kiri pulled him into a hug.

"What nightmares? And for how long have you been having them?" Aizawa demanded. Katsuki couldn't help but roll his eyes. Called it.

"I've had them ever since the sludge incident but they got really bad after …" He trailed off as his hand wandered to the burn on the back of his neck, hissing in pain when he ventured to close to it. Aizawa carefully pulled his hand away and looked at the burn.

"That looks irritated. It had been healed, were you picking at it?"

"No." Katsuki snapped, appalled the man thought he had a nervous tick like the Handsy-fucker did. "Though, one of those fucking extra's did grab me at the commission, that's what started this whole thing. Maybe he bothered it."

Aizawa sighed.

"Nightmares aren't good Bakugou. Have they been messing with your sleep? Or have you had any while you were awake?"

Kiri opened his mouth and Katsuki shot him such a nasty look he quickly snapped it shut. The man didn't miss that either, he didn't even have to ask the question again he simply stared at Katsuki until he shifted uncomfortably.

"Yes. Yes, alright? My sleep has been shit but Ei and the others have been staying in my room, which had helped." He paused and because Kiri was staring at him with those damn puppy eyes he sneered out the rest. "And I may have been having more panic attacks."

If anything could be said about Aizawa, it was that he did not sugar coat things, so really Katsuki shouldn't have been surprised by his next words.

"You need therapy Bakugou."

There was a beat of silence.

"Get me back home and I'll fucking go." He growled out, folding his arms across his chest, eyes challenging. Aizawa had told him once that he would always listen to what Katsuki had to say, and right now was one of those times he needed the man to listen.

"Deal." He said without missing a beat. "Home first." Then, with a rare sign of physical affection the man rested his hand on Katsuki's shoulder, as if to seal the promise.

Katsuki nodded once, then stepped away from the elevator door so the two could leave.

Hugging the sweater tight, Katsuki turned to see Hawks staring at him with a stupid little grin.

"Awwww! You and the red-head are adorable!"

Katsuki's lip lifted in a snarl before he stomped off towards the 'nest' muttering something about parakeets under his breath.

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Nestled in the massive sweater Katsuki couldn't help but smile as the messages began to flood in from the Baku-squad. Kaminari had a massive supply of memes he had saved, and he was determined to get Katsuki to look at every one of them.

Glancing around the dark penthouse, the teen sighed. Hawks had retreated to his room, leaving Katsuki to entertain himself.

Although it was nice to have quiet time without the constant threat of violence, the place still didn't feel completely safe. There was always a feeling of eyes on him, and his burn kept prickling. He had to assume it was because he was still somewhere unfamiliar, with a Pro he barely knew but he couldn't be certain.

Despite the late hour he didn't feel tired so he shot off a few more messages before pulling himself out of the abomination of a bed. Slipping through the patio door and breathing in the cool night air that cleared his head a bit. The shining lights from the surrounding city shone up from the ground giving him an appreciation of the Bird-brains taste in housing. He could see from miles from up there.

"Fuckin' hell." He muttered as he leaned over the rail to look all the way down. That was quite a drop.

His phone buzzed drawing his attention. His friends were saying good night. Tilting the phone up he snapped his typical selfie and sent it with a quick text of his own promising a full run down of his patrol with Hawks the next day.

A sidekick of Hawks' agency came around at eight the next morning dropping off a familiar suitcase with a big 15 on the side.

Katsuki grunted a thank you as he took the case and headed for the bathroom, not being able to quite keep the corners of his mouth from upturning.

It felt good to pull on the familiar suit. The metal brace felt cool against the back of his neck, giving him a small feeling of security. It had been too long. The weight of the gauntlets gave a satisfying stretch for his shoulders.

Walking out to the living room, he stopped in front of Hawks and his sidekick, determined to do his part.

"Good morning firecracker!" Hawks yawned, only half way through his first thermos of coffee. "Did you eat?"

"Yes. I'm not a fucking moron. I know how basic health works." Katsuki scoffed.

"Alright, alright simmer down. We are gonna go out on parol, I just need you to follow and observe the best you can. If you lose sight of me just fall back to the sidekicks, I'll double back every now and than to check on you."

Katsuki growled. Literally growled at the implication that he wasn't going to be able to keep up.

"You know what, fuck you Bird-brain! Let's go. I'm not gonna monologue like a damn villain."

Hawks shrugged then he and the sidekick started to walk towards the elevator.

"I thought you had wings for a reason Bird-brain?" Katsuki sneered over his shoulder as he turned and bolted through the open patio doors towards the edge.

"WHOA! Bakugou no!" Hawks took off after him, already sending feathers out to catch him. Katsuki leapt onto the rail, one heavy boot connecting with the metal to send him upwards and out, right off the side. He turned mid-air to flip the winged hero off as he arched his back and began his decent.

The wind whipped his hair, and the world seemed to stand still. Katsuki waited for a spilt second, just long enough for Hawks to jump and nose dive towards him like a bullet, the feathers the man had sent to save him were almost within reach, then he let off a large explosion, more pressure that heat, flashy but non-lethal.

With a whoop of pure joy Katsuki sent him self spinning through the air, several small explosions keeping him up and dodging the urban sky-scape.

"YOU CAN FLY?!" Hawks screeched barreling after him.

"Not continuously." Katsuki admitted. "More like … arial parkour, I touch down briefly every now and then!"

"HELL YA! LET'S GO FIRECRACKER!"

Katsuki couldn't help the massive grin that formed. The Bird-brain's enthusiasm was contagious. This was freedom!

The two played an hour long game of tag, learning how each other moved, picking out strengths and weaknesses while laughing their asses off the whole time. Katsuki couldn't remember the last time he used his quirk just to have fun.

After that the hunt was on. Keen eyes scanned the streets below looking for trouble.

The first thing they came across was a convenience store robbery. Hawks saw it just before Katsuki, so the teen was a split second too late to put hands on the two crooks to subdue them, but Hawks had him cuff one and handle the following interactions with the cops.

As soon as the perpetrators were handed over they took off again. There was an assault next, Katsuki saw it first but just as he was about to blast the fucker Hawks over took him and tackled the man to the ground. The Bird-brain smirked up at him.

"Too slow Firecracker!"

"Fuck! You damn Parakeet, that one was mine!"

The man wasn't even done with the arrest when a screech of tires brought Katsuki to attention. He was moving before he even registered what was going on. He dove forward, one hand cupping the child behind the head, the other scooping her up behind the knees. His momentum carried him out of the car's way but barrelled into the harsh concrete of the side walk. Using his body as a safety cage he used a shoulder roll to absorb most of the impact before landing on his back with a soft 'humph'.

Opening his eyes and glancing down to the small form curled to his chest he was grateful to see teary gold orbs staring back at him.

"You ok brat?" He asked, the rumble of his voice vibrated under the kids hands. Slowly she nodded. A crowd started to form around them, then a high pitched cry as the kids mother, ran forward. The woman had been crossing the road with three kids, one had taken off and she went after them leaving the little girl a few steps behind. The car had not been paying attention, slamming the brakes on far too late, Katsuki had only a split second to act.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Yui!" The little girl held up her hands up to her mom, bottom lip jutting out in danger of tears.

As the little girl was hugged Katsuki gingerly pushed himself up to his feet. His left gauntlet took some damage, best not to use that until he could fix it, but at least that saved the majority of his arm from being scrapped up. The same could not be said for his left shoulder which had hit the concrete first, red and bloody it didn't look pretty but it was only minor road rash.

A tug on his pant leg made him turn his attention to the little girl again, now standing on her own looking up at him. Katsuki wasn't sure what he was missing, but more than one person had their phones out taking pictures or filming. He ignored them for the sake of the little one. Slowly he squatted down to her level.

"Thank you." Her voice was barely over a whisper.

"No problem brat. Glad you're ok." He knew he was no good at this stuff, knew by tone alone most kids would have ran but this squirt was tough, and brave. She launched herself forward with no fear, her small arms latching themselves around the 'Beast of 1-A's' neck. He sat there, frozen for a heart beat before he remembered to breath and patted the girl on the back awkwardly.

"My hero." She muttered into his neck.

"Well, its DynaMight. Try not to forget it huh?" He told her.

"DynaMight." She stood back with a big grin on her face. "I won't forget."

He ruffled her hair and shoo'ed her back towards her mom. The woman also thanked him and bowed over and over.

Looking up from his new fan club, he saw Hawks hiding himself off to the side, looking as though he was trying not to call attention to himself. Katsuki shrugged, said his good byes and walked right up to him.

"Everything good?" Katsuki asked. Suddenly the cameras started flashing a thousand times more. Startled Katsuki looked around, apparently the number two Hero was big news on these streets.

"I didn't want to steal your spot light." Hawks admitted sheepishly.

"It's fine." Katsuki flinched as a phone was shoved right in his face to take a picture. "She is ok, her mom is going to take her to get checked out just in case. Didn't get the drivers license plate though, fucker took off."

"One of the bystanders did. I heard them call it in." Hawks said, casually throwing an arm around Katsuki's shoulder and pulling him away from the crowd with a few smiles and well wishes as he went. It was masterfully done because he wasn't rude to any of them but they soon had enough room to take to the sky without shoving their way out.

"You'll need to teach me that." Katsuki said once they landed on the roof of a building some ten blocks away.

"Not everything can be taught firecracker. Some of this shit only come from the experience of being mobbed on a daily basis." Although Hawks laughed Katsuki saw nothing funny about it. That seemed like a nightmare to him.

Back at the penthouse a couple days later, Katsuki sat quietly at the kitchen island, his gauntlet in pieces in front of him, it was the first chance he had to get a look at the damage since the accident. He had learnt more that three days than he had an entire week with Jeanist. He still respected the hero, they just weren't very compatible. Than, him and Hawks weren't really either but somehow they made it work.

"I have some errands tonight." Hawks announced as he entered the kitchen. "I am not supposed to leave you by yourself."

"I'm sixteen, I don't need a fucking babysitter."

Hawks held up his hands in surrender.

"Don't shoot the messenger but I have Eraser and the Commission telling me the same thing!"

Katsuki sighed and set down the screwdriver, his eyes meeting Hawks'.

"So what fuckwad is coming to make sure I go to bed on time?" He demanded.

"Actually, and it is only for a bit, but I am going to have to take you to the Commission building because I don't know when I will be back."

The dark look that came over Katsuki's face was enough for the Hero to rush on.

"It's only for now, and I made sure Morikawa knows to back off. Bring your lap top, you can do you school work on your own time, and spar with whoever is around if you want."

The thought of going back there was a harsh reality, Katsuki had almost forgotten that although he was with Hawks, he was still under the Commissions thumb. Knowing he did not have a choice in the matter he got up and motioned towards his gear.

"Is it ok if I leave this on your counter?"

"Yeah it's fine. No one will be around to mess with it."

Katsuki gave a nod, quietly walking to the 'nest' to shove his few belongings and his lap top in his bag. The last thing he did was pull on the Crimson Riot hoodie. He didn't bother speaking as he walked past the Pro to the elevator.

The car ride was silent and lonely, Hawks had given him a good-bye at the Penthouse but the most the teen could manage back was a little two fingered wave. Maybe the man would keep his word and come to get him when he finished his business, or maybe this was where Hawk's true colours came out and he was sending him back for good. Three days seemed like ample time for the Pro to have gotten tired of his bullshit.

Smiley-bitch was waiting for him in the lobby, and for once she wasn't smiling. In it's place was a look of carefully guarded hatred.

Pro Hero Chat

Miruko – Hey Tweety, you and your new intern are trending

Hawks – rlly? Hell ya!

Miruko – downloaded

Hawks – OMG! Look at my little hell-child (no longer problem-child Eraser, fight me!)

Allmight – He looks like he is going spit fire but that little girl is so enraptured with him.

Miruko – downloaded

Miruko – This one. This one right here should be proof enough the kid deserves better things from people

Eraser – The fact that he is shocked to be receiving a hug after almost killing himself to save her.

Jeanist – Positive reinforcement probably hasn't been a thing in his life. And yet he still wants to be a hero, even when he doesn't expect anything from it. Sad, yet inspiring.

Gang Orca – Not really painting a negative picture for him being with the commission though

Hawks – that's cause I took a page out of Eraser's book and kidnapped him

Eraser – I don't kidnap. I file the proper forms then acquire.

Hawks – wanna see a better photo of my new hell-child?

Hawks – downloaded

Mic - …

Eraser - …

Jeanist - …

Miruko - …

Gang Orca - …

Eraser – does he know you took this?

Hawks -Nope

Mic – That … that is the most precious fucking picture I have ever seen

Miruko – look at those cheeks! Looks like an adorable little kit not some violence-prone emo teenager!

Eraser – Stealing it. Blackmail material for when he is back in class.

Mic – Shouta is def adding that to the baby book of all twenty of his kids.

Hawks stepped through the crumbling door way to stand in the dark, mostly empty, warehouse. The only sounds were from the scurrying rats and the distant sirens from the city. The only indication that it was not completely empty was a single blue flame flickering near the far wall.

"You always pick the quaintest little places for our meet ups." Hawks stated as he carefully stepped over a fallen beam to head towards the fire. With his eyes fixed forward, he tried not to react when the voice appeared beside his ear, lips brushing past skin.

"What's wrong little birdie? Don't feel special enough when I bring you to places like this? Rather a expensive dinner first? Or perhaps a movie?"

Hawks held out his hands to accepted the traditional pat down to make sure he wasn't bugged.

"Sorry to disappoint you. Not many high-end establishments take reservations from known terrorists." There was a pause as big hands gripped his hips tighter. "But don't you worry your little Commission-whore mouth, I always have what you need."

"Yeah? You hiding Shiggy under that trench coat?" Dabi didn't appreciate his dry humour though, a hand grabbed his hair and pulled him back hard enough his back arched and his wings flared out. It was always a fine line when talking to Dabi, too stiff he would suspect, too comfortable and he would be offended.

"Nope. But your initial fuck up is about to be corrected little Birdie. And the best part? All's you have to do is stay here and keep me company until our guests arrive."

"Shouldn't I be the one to fix my mess up?" Hawks inquired, his neck throbbing from the angle. A hand, almost too warm, came around his chest to gently stroke his throat as the Fire-user hummed against his back.

"You will fix it in the end. Honestly I can't wait to see the look on the kid's face when it's you that holds him down while I break him."

That neat trick where Hawks could usually tuck his feelings away for the greater good of a mission was in serious risk of crashing.

"He still hung up on that brat huh? I can get him another if he wants, better, maybe a little more willing."

"Naw, the kids like a beacon of his failures. It's gotta be him. And he has to break for all the world to see, proof not even the commission can keep any one safe. Join or die."

Next chapter

Katsuki glanced around at the shared living room. The place was as barren as it ever was, with the exception of the Smiley-Bitch that had taken up camp at the kitchen counter with a pile of papers facing his space. Every time he looked up, he caught her staring at him, as if she could implode his head just by a glare.

If that's all she had though, she had to learn to up her game because he had dealt with a hell of a lot worse.

Katsuki drug the third assignment that Aizawa had left for him on the computer over to his labeled file before giving his arms a good stretch. He really hoped Hawks wasn't going to be too long, this place gave him anxiety.

The whirl of the elevator gears brought both the rooms occupants to attention. Smiley-bitched spawned a goon, which made his way to the doors to greet whoever was on their way up while the bitch herself smoothed out her hair and face so she didn't look quite so disgruntled.

Katsuki scoffed a bit as he sat back in his chair, his eyes lingering on the doors as well, he hoped it was Hawks.

The tall woman that stepped out of the elevator was most definitely not the Bird-brain. She was tall and curvy with two tone hair slipping between dark blue and pink, while she sported a simple blue body suit with knee pads and two protective panels over her chest.

"Wha …" Smiley-bitch got to her feet, her face pulled into a frown. "I though you had left the Commission? When did you come back?"

"Oh sweetie, I didn't leave, those brain-dead morons at the top tried to have me eliminated!" The mystery woman cooed before her right arm morphed into a gun and the goon that was standing right in front of her was plastered over the wall with a single shot.

Katsuki was to his feet in seconds, well aware the only way out of this particular hell hole was the elevator but since the villain was blocking that the next best thing was to get to the class rooms where there was more cover and not so open.

"Oh now calm down you two, you both look like jack rabbits ready to piss your pants!"

"You will regret coming here!" Smiley-bitch screamed as more of her chunky goons were spawned, made with the only intent being to overwhelm the mystery woman.

"Shouldn't you at least ask what I want before you are so quick to engage?" The woman demanded, her gun arm mowing down the henchman easily.

Katsuki dove backwards, seeking cover in one of the nearby doorways. Two bullets sunk into the armchair he had just been occupying seconds ago. The bedroom behind him was locked but the door frame gave enough cover to at least shield some of his body.

"Why? So we can give you an opening to fucking monologue?" Katsuki growled before diving out and sending a few AP bursts out. The woman was obviously trained because she dodged easily, than used a goon as a shield as she shot a bullet through him, narrowly missing Katsuki again. The teen thankfully had rolled in behind the wooden bar on the far wall.

"Shhh boy, the adults are talking!" She snapped. Her attention going back Smiley-bitch. "Why are you fighting me sweetheart? I'm just here for the kid, you look like a sweet girl, one the Commission probably has little respect for and has worked into the ground. Walk away and no one need know."

Katsuki moved to the other end of the bar on his hands and knees, risking a quick glance to see the others positions.

"You would let me walk?" Smiley-bitch was a coward on top of everything apparently.

"There is no reason to kill you. Just take the elevator and leave. You needn't worry yourself for a savage little shit like this one!"

"Oi! Fuck you too My-little-pony! What the fucks up with that hair anyway? Little old to be in your 'fuck what my parents think' stage." Katsuki popped out from behind the barrier long enough to shoot off a larger explosion that sent the woman scrambling back to avoid the blast zone. Smiley-bitch rushed towards the elevator once the smoke clear enough to see.

"Fine, he is all yours." She screamed as she ran. Katsuki used her mad dash to cover his own run for it. He needed a key card for the elevator but he could still go with his original plan to get to the class rooms down the hall.

A single shot rang out. Katsuki froze for a spilt second as warm blood splattered over the side of his face. He turned long enough to stare through the golfball sized hole Smiley-bitch was sporting straight through her neck. On the other side, the mystery woman was smiling like a psychotic cheshire cat.

Katsuki put on a burst of speed, the body hit the floor mere feet away as he dashed for the door to the hall. A tickle on the back of his neck made him drop, a bullet skimmed his left shoulder just as he did. Flipping onto his back he faced both palms towards the woman before releasing a large explosion. She was already moving before it went off.

It was too far to the door, she would snipe him before he made it so he went with plan B. He let off another explosion, this one was more light and flash than normal. The area lit up with an intense white light. In that second Katsuki had closed his eyes to keep from blinding himself before shoulder rolling across the floor, in behind the kitchen island. He just hoped the woman hadn't seen which way he had went.

With his back pressed against the wood he tried to calm his breathing while he listened for any hint on where the woman was.

He needn't have guessed though, because a split second later a hole exploded just an inch to his left. He dove out from his cover the opposite direction having enough mind to send another explosion to try and catch her unprepared.

She wasn't there. Too late he looked up only to see the hard sole of her boot smash into the side of his head.

Even in the pain he was able grab the ankle and spin on his back to take out her feet. Her gun morphed to a smaller version as she whipped it around to fire. The shot went wide, and Katsuki was able to slam his elbow down into the woman's nose with a satisfying crunch. She proved again just how highly trained she was, and how much better she was at hand to hand.

Locking her long legs up over his shoulder and neck, she grabbed onto his arm and arched her entire body with full intention on snapping his arm.

She wouldn't be doing that again any time soon. Katsuki grinned as he shifted the direction of his palm and set off a large explosion. She skidded away, her protective panels on her suit charred and smoking.

"Cheeky little brat." She muttered as she came up firing.

Katsuki ducked, thinking fast on his feet. The walls were reinforced on this floor but the elevator itself looked like normal steal. One hand shot off dozens of small AP shots towards the woman, forcing her back while he braced his other elbow against his knee and let off a huge blast that filled the room with smoke and set off the sprinklers. Not wasting a moment to see if it actually worked he sprinted forward, bracing for impact with the doors, but was pleasantly surprised to find there was no longer any. What was a surprise was that the whole elevator was now a twisted heap. Metal cut through his shoulder and leg as he fell into what was left of the box. Another blast took out the bottom letting him fall through, and down the shaft.

The fall was dangerous, the space too small to really manoeuvre and any large explosions could send the rest of the debris above him onto his head so he made do with a couple blasts to slow his momentum before grabbing the lip of a passing floor.

His shoulders screamed in protest but a shot from above hit the metal by his face and that was enough to get his ass moving.

Katsuki pried the doors open and ran. If he had of looked behind he would have seen the would-be assassin climbing out of the shaft behind him but he didn't bother, he was thinking a tactical retreat was more in the books for this situation. His blasts weren't the best in office-building urban warfare. He liked having room to use his superior mobility and the full strength of his blasts.

With that in mind he shouldered through an office door and did not hesitate to launch himself forward, curling like a wrecking ball to smash through the outside window. Once he felt the cool night air start to whip past him he used his quirk to blast himself away from the Commission building.

Pain blared through his left thigh. Enough so he fumbled with his explosions and crashed onto the roof of a nearby apartment building. He let out a strangled yelp as he skidded to a halt.

"Fuck!" He growled, his hands gripping the leg tightly, blood pumping through his fingers. He was a sitting duck on the roof, he knew he had to move. Using one hand to keep pressure on the bullet wound that went in one side and out the other of the meaty part of his thigh, he limped as fast as he could to the far side of the building, quickstepping it down the fire escape. As long as My-Little-Pony couldn't fly he had a decent head start.

Hawks lounged on the old tossed sofa, casually flipping through his phone. Dabi sat beside him, arm thrown over the back of the of the sofa, fingers twisting around the Hero's feathers. The man was a masochist and cold but he was also a indomitable flirt. His moods were enough to give Hawks whiplash most days but today he seemed oddly subdued.

"Explosions at the commission building," Hawks said suddenly, his eyes scanning the red alert from the commission, asking all Hero's to return immediately. His gut twisted uncomfortably but he kept his composure on the outside. "I can hold off for a bit but I am going to have to make an appearance so they don't think I am dodging them."

Dabi hummed but said nothing as he continued to play with the red feathers. Hawks was going to speak again when the villains phone rang.

"Is it done?" Dabi demanded. He sighed. "Nagant, I really thought you could be trusted to do this. Seems a sixteen year old boy is too much for you too." He listened for another moment then looked over at Hawks. "Useless. Go crawl back under your rock, I'll go get him myself."

He hung up the phone and leaned forward far enough his nose touched Hawks' cheek.

"Guess you'll have to help me do your dirty work after all." He stated. "Go make your appearance, if they find bomb-boi before me shoot me a location. Otherwise wait for my text."

"It's gonna be dangerous, there will be Hero's all over the streets." Hawks' breath caught in his throat when a scarred hand wrapped around it and squeezed.

"Hush now Birdie, I have more people on the streets then the Hero's. You just make sure you look your part, and when I have the little shit we will finish your task together."

Hawks really didn't want to know the specifics, but against his better judgment he choked out the question anyway.

"What are you going to do to him?"

A truly evil grin formed on the man's face.

"Shiggy was told to deliver him to the Doctor, let him make us a new, more powerful Nomu. But I convinced him to spare the little Hero that fate." He ran his nose over Hawks jaw line. "You are going to convince him to join us. And if you can't. You will kill him. Can't have him outing you to your bosses." He paused for a moment before adding, "Of course if you can't bring yourself to do that, I will, and I will make it so much worse!"

Before he had to respond to that declaration his phone buzzed again.

"Speak of the devils. They want me back ASAP. Apparently there is now a hole in the side of their building and an ex-commission Assassin on the loose." Hawks glanced up at Dabi, who still had his throat in hand. The man smirked.

"Really? The commission should really learn to tie up their loose ends. So many disgruntled employees." The man leaned down and pressed a possessive kiss into Hawks' lips. "Don't fail little birdie."

As soon as the hand is released Dabi unceremoniously dumped the number two hero onto the floor. Hawks gave a little 'humph' and stared up at him indignantly. Dabi gave a little laugh before turning and walking away, fingers already flying over his phone.

Hawks was to the sky and zipping towards the commission building soon after, the wind whipping his hair and coat back. Once he knew he was a safe distance from the hideout he touched the near invisible devise in his ear. His handler picked up almost immediately.

"Report?"

"The attack on the building is LOV planned. They want the boy. Shigaraki wants to make a point that he can reach anyone anywhere, even under Commission protection."

"Understood. Anything else?"

"They want me to be the one to bring the kid to them. Convince him to join or kill him. We gotta get Bakugou somewhere …"

The commission agent cut him off.

"Perfect. You have your in than, once we confirm his whereabouts we will send you the coordinates."

"You want to bring the kid into this? They'll know he is undercover."

"No. He is expendable. Convince him or kill him it doesn't matter, you have your ticket in either way. Though if he joins we will have to take him out later regardless."

Hawks swallowed a heated response.

"Understood. Out."

Fuck.

Fuck.

FUCK!

Katsuki used the fabric from his undershirt to bind his wound before pulling his sweater back on. The hood was pulled low to cover his signature blonde spikes before he started down the alley way.

The fact that his new cellphone was sitting in the Commission building with the rest of his discarded items was a sore spot but he really hadn't planned on having to make a run for his life.

The streets were busy with confused civilians and cops trying to direct the crowds away from the area. Using that to his advantage Katsuki joined the throngs of people being ushered away.

Quickly running the options open to him through his head it became apparent he couldn't trust any Commission safe house to actually be safe. Smiley-bitch had said the assassin was ex-commission so she probably knew most of the ins and outs.

The image of the woman gave him a moment pause. True she had been a cowardly, bitch right till the end but that didn't mean she deserved to die like that.

Katsuki caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. There were several shapes moving amongst the shadows of the street lights, along with Hero's scanning the streets from almost every corner. The whole thing felt wrong. A shout brought his attention upwards. He saw Hawks fly over against the dark sky, the Hero was heading towards the commission building.

There was a moment that Katsuki debated on following, or even heading back to Hawks apartment to wait for him there, but even that was a Commission owned, My-Little-Pony would surely know that was where he was staying. With a shake of the head he shoved his hands in his pockets and started towards the train station, there was no way of covering his limp but everyone was so preoccupied they didn't look twice at him.

The closest Hero agency to there was Endeavour, and like fuck he was about to go knock on that Dumpster-fire's door asking for help. He needed a hero he could trust that wasn't hired by the Commission.

Being an anti-social, paranoid, angry gremlin certainly was not helping his current situation. Eyes again flickering towards the alley ways he thought he caught a flash of something but then it was gone.

With only a handful of people he actually trusted he decided the train was indeed going to be his best option. Walking the streets at night with an assassin on his tail wasn't ideal but he liked his chances better then trusting the Commission to come rescue and protect him.

With the evacuation the train heading the direction he needed was packed. He found himself pressed uncomfortably into the door as the train pulled away, with people jostling him from behind. He tried his best not to draw attention to himself by turning and yelling at the fuckers that kept touching him but it was a slim thing.

His patience finally came to an end when something hard jammed into his ribs. He turned his head slightly to scowl but was surprised to come face to face with My-Little-Pony. She had done the same thing he had, pulling on a sweater with the hood hiding her distinct features.

"One wrong move and I will open fire in this train car." She cooed, her eyes locked on his as her tongue darted out over her ample lips as if the thought excited her. Any shot in the packed space would lead to injuries, even with his control it would be impossible to use his own quirk without someone getting killed.

It had been a testament to her skill that she had been able to sneak up on him and get within striking range. He carefully gave her a once over.

"Alright My-Little-Pony, what are we doing?" He growled, loud enough for only her to hear.

"If you aren't keen on having blood on your hands, then you will get off at this next stop, turn left and head down that road south until I say other wise. Understand?"

He grunted his confirmation and waited. He could see her fidgeting behind him in the reflexion, clearly on edge. The train came to a stop and he stepped off, making sure to keep all his movements obvious so her trigger finger didn't get too itchy.

She stayed a couple feet behind him, not wanting to be within his personal bubble, but still close range for the gun he knew was hidden on her left hand in the front pouch of her sweater.

"Turn right a the next junction."

He did as he was told. If she knew him at all that should have been a clear flag, but since she was oblivious to his bull-headed ways she had no idea he was studying his surroundings with extremely intelligent intent.

"Go in here." She snapped, indicating a dark alley. It was getting late so the streets were emptier then earlier, and the back ways were even more so. It was now or never.

As soon as her last foot cleared the entrance to the alley he released an explosion from the palm he had casually turned her way. The damaged thigh couldn't hold much weight so he did the only thing he could, he dropped to his ass as bullets tore threw the air above him and locked both arms out to let an even bigger explosion go.

She took almost the the full brunt of it, there was little room for her to move between the buildings. Katsuki took the advantage and surged forward, injury forgotten in lieu of taking the bitch to the ground and knocking her out with a solid right hook.

"Ha!" He snarled. "Didn't need to be rescued this fucking time." Sadly he was 1 for 4 in villain attacks. Sludge villain, fucking Deku then Allmight. USJ was Aizawa and Allmight. Summer camp, fucking everybody and Allmight! Fuck, he needed to thank that man properly. The Richardson incident could count too where Aizawa saved his ass, but that would make it 1 for 5 and that was totally unacceptable. But at least this time he had it, no need to risk anyone else to save his neck, the bitch was in his custody to bring to police.

Add this to his rescue with Hawks, and the crooks he had caught after getting his license and he actually might start feeling like a real hero and not some imposter that just talked big.

He double checked her bindings before giving her a quick pat down. Lucky enough she was carrying a cell. Katsuki had the Hero line memorized to arrange villain pick ups, it connected him with a special department within the police. He gave his hero number and a run down of the situation. They asked if he needed medical attention, which for once he agreed to, then he made a special request to have Eraserhead notified and sent to his location at the Pro's earliest convenience.

Now that the work part was done he had nothing to draw his attention from his throbbing leg. Blood had soaked through his make shift bandage and most of his pant leg. There was a sizeable gash across his shoulder too, it surprised him that no one on the train had thought to stop or ask him about it because it was clearly bleeding as well, and his sweater was tore enough that there was really no missing it.

"Fucking hell." He hissed as he pulled the fabric away from it to get a better look.

"Bakugou?"

He heard faintly, and upon looking up he could see Aizawa on a roof top not too far away. Katsuki grinned and stepped towards the opening of the alley.

"Sensei!" His hand rose to get the man's attention but suddenly he was being drug backwards. The eerily familiar moment that made his breath catch and limbs seize. The voice from his nightmares crooned in his ear.

"Hello puppy! I told you I would find you again."

The black portal reached out for him. He was being taken. Again.

Fuck. That.

Ignoring the burning fingers that dug into his neck the second he resisted, he braced his feet and threw his weight forward. He was shorter than the fire-villain but he was a powerhouse of muscle. Even with one bummed leg it was enough for him to break the grip. He hit the ground hard, spinning onto his back to point both palms at the enemy.

Dabi was still smiling as he sunk back into the gooey black warp gate. Katsuki blinked in surprise before the tendrils of another gate poured from his mouth and nose to choke and blind him. Just as he felt himself be sucked in strong hands grabbed his arm and the back of his head.

The sudden touch did not stop the teleportation, the goo still pulled him through and spitting him out onto a dirty warehouse floor. Coughing and gagging, Katsuki fought back his panic only to feel the hands pull him in. Through the tears that threatened to fall he looked up to see Aizawa, crouching beside him protectively.

The reality of the situation was not lost on Katsuki. He knew the fire-user was there before he even spoke, but it still was enough to make him shutter as memories tried to push for his attention.

"Eraser! Didn't expect you but the more the merrier," Dabi chuckled stepping out into the dim light of the room.

Aizawa's muscles tensed beside him, urging Katsuki into his own defensive stance, his thigh shook but held. He wasn't alone, he had to fight if him and his teacher were going to make it out of this.

"Not sure what your trying to accomplish here … Dabi? Was it?" Aizawa sneered. "Without your quirk you are no match for us."

"True, but I am not alone and you can't look at all of us at once." Dabi laughed. Several low level thugs crept from the shadows to circle them. Katsuki couldn't help the feral grin that crept onto his face, did these morons not learn last time? Aizawa was more than capable of engaging and beating any of these extras not to mention his own explosions added to the mix. "Alright Birdie, you're up. You know what you have to do."

Birdie?

Katsuki's brain stopped working as the Winged Hero stepped out from behind Dabi's spot. The two stood much too close to each other, and Hawk's eyes were trained on him with a look he couldn't quite place.

"Traitor!" Came the cold sneer beside him. Katsuki looked to his teacher for an explanation, he wasn't dumb he knew what it looked like, but that couldn't be right. Hawks? Helping the LOV? The number two fucking hero?!

There was no time to question it when two large, razor sharp feathers caught him by surprise, snaring his clothing. The drove him off his feet and pinned him into a stack of wooden crates, several feet behind where he once stood.

Dabi and Hawks along with a few of the thugs squared off to Aizawa, viewing him as the bigger threat. Katsuki was inclined to agree, but six low level pieces of shit against him? Insulting.

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He couldn't get the feathers off his hoodie, they were stubbornly stuck in the wood. Blasting one unfortunate fucker who got too close he ducked down out of the sweater to leave himself in his torn t-shirt. There was no time to worry about his clothes though because the other five wanna-be's were coming at him at once. They must have realized the same thing he did; they couldn't win on their own so they attacked at once.

Fighting off attacks from three sides was difficult, he took more damage than was ideal but the hits that he was landing were enough to knock villains out of the fight for minutes at a time.

A large explosion knocked two of the men away, awarding him a quick glance in Aizawa's direction. He was not faring well. There was no blue flames so Katsuki figure he was keeping Dabi's quirk canceled for the most part. But he was still trying to hold off the too-fast Hawks and two goons on top of that.

A spray of blood from a goons knife was enough to get Katsuki air born.

"Howitzer Impact!" He snarled. The corkscrew explosion blasted the two men out of the side of the building, and knocked the three closest adults on their asses. It was weaker than his normal howitzer but it still did the job. Aizawa had a few precious seconds to blink tears into his eyes before jumping back into the fight.

Having moved forward Katsuki had left himself open to be surrounded, but with the henchmen looking a little worse for wear it was an acceptable trade off.

He beat back two of the men before the first gun made it's appearance.

"Alive you bastards," Dabi yelled over the commotion. "But feel free to take out this annoying fucker."

Katsuki had a moments notice to act. This Howitzer was not held back, he sent himself right into the gun wielding goon, the concussion wave that came off of the strike was enough to blow a crater into the buildings brick wall and throw everyone back.

The pressure was enough to make Katsuki black out for a second but a few blinks brought the scene back into focus.

Aizawa's body laid half buried several feet away, Katsuki couldn't tell if he was breathing but he had no time to check. Dabi and Hawks were standing again, having been protected from the blast at the last second by the Hero's wings. Many of his feathers were scorched.

Katsuki attempted to get to his feet. Managed to get one arm to work to hold up a sparking palm. But everything was spinning and he couldn't focus enough to aim.

Dabi's smirk swam in and out of his vision just before a hard ridge hand caught him on the side of the neck, dropping him instantly.

The sound of a tap dripping, and the cool damp air of a basement or perhaps a garage of some sort were the first things he noticed along with an electric hum.

These little bits of information leaked in but it wasn't till he got a face full of cold water that it all snapped into place. Katsuki was on his knees, his arms were stretched wide, the quirk suppression gloves chained up to opposite walls. The dark utility basement was clear of everything but some pipes and wires, and a large basin sink on the far wall.

Katsuki looked up to see Dabi standing over him, Hawks stood a few feet back looking a bit apprehensive of the situation. Probably because his cover was now blown, Katsuki thought bitterly, cursing himself for thinking anyone would actually give a shit about him.

"Fuck you want Beef-jerky?" Katsuki growled the best he could, his throat was raw from the heat and debris of the fight.

He got an open handed slap for the sass but the fire-user was still smiling despite it.

"Good to see you haven't lost that spark bomb-boi." He drawled. "Super happy to have you back with us as well."

"I can't say the same, kinda fuckin' wished you had cremated yourself by now."

Dabi grabbed his jaw hard enough to leave fingerprints bruised in the skin.

"Not yet puppy, not yet. Been keeping tabs on you though, that magazine cover?" He kissed his own fingers like a french chef. "Magnificent! To see my brand clear as day for all to see? I almost made a mess in my pants."

"Glad you approve." Katsuki sneered. "The pedo that took it, liked it too."

"Tut tut. Don't go lumping me in with trash like that, I have some standards." Dabi crouched down and pulled Katsuki's face closer, making his shoulders ache with over-extension. "Let's get down to business shall we? I know you said no the last time, even with Toga's persuasion but I need to ask again, you ready to join your real family?"

Before Katsuki could scream his expectant answer Dabi added something else.

"Your parents don't want you. UA treated you like an animal. The commission, well you've seen what they think of you. Can the villains really be any worse? At least with us there is freedom. I mean, look at the number two hero here, he got sick of being the commissions little errand boy. He's probably killed more people then me in the name of their 'justice'."

Katsuki knew he would never join, but those words did make him pause, just for a moment, but it was enough for Dabi to know that he had doubts.

"I'm going to grab you some water, Hawks here will keep you company." Dabi smiled and got up.

When they were alone Katsuki sneered.

"I will never join the league." He grunted when the man approached. "I don't agree with the commission, but not like this, so save your fucking breath."

Hawks knew they were on camera, knew there was audio in the room so he couldn't say what he wanted but he had to try to get the kid to understand the situation.

"Don't give your answer just yet fire-cracker. We got plenty of time to talk this out, no one needs to get hurt." Please, please just go along with it till help comes!

Katsuki gave him a weird look, maybe catching on, maybe not.

"I don't give a shit what you say, or what the burnt-asshole has to say. I won't be convinced and he fucking knows it."

"At least listen to what he has to say kid, you aren't going to like the alternative."

"There was never an alternative. I know where this is leading, as do you. You're fucking stupid if you thought he ever wanted to talk, they just want the world to see the commissions new meat-puppet burn." Katsuki sighed and hung his head a bit. "Fear and destabilization is their only goal."

The kid was smarter then Hawks had given him credit for, he knew what being captured meant and he had still pulled that crazy move in order to protect his teacher.

Dabi chose that moment to return, the water he promised was in the form of a bucket with a thick towel hanging off the handle.

"Now, shall we get started on the convincing?" He chuckled.

Hawks stared at the bucket to the kid.

Oh fuck.

Where the hell was Aizawa?

Aizawa had woken up in a hospital bed, covered in new bandages and a beeping heart monitor. Glancing around he saw his hero costume and capture scarf thrown haphazardly into a nearby chair.

Blinking slowly it started to come back. The emergency request from the Hero hotline for Eraserhead to meet Dynamight. Seeing the kid almost be pulled into a warp gate by the fire bastard, then another gate opening around him. The battle. Hawks! And that last crazy Howitzer that blasted all parties away, probably saving his life. It was fine though, as long as Bakugou was safe.

Aizawa was two second from pulling himself out of the bed to go look for his student when Mic came in.

"Whoa whoa there Shouta! You are not cleared to be outta that bed listener!"

"Where is Bakugou? He was fighting Dabi and Hawks! Where is he?"

Mic looked around nervously for a moment before sighing.

"He is gone. No sign of him or Dabi. And did you say Hawks?"

"Damn it!" Aizawa felt a deep guilt and pain wrench through his stomach. "Fuck! I failed him again Hizashi! Can I not do one thing right for that kid?" He roared, pulling himself out of the bed anyway, ripping out his IV in the process. "We have to find him! I will not let the league hurt him anymore."

"OK. OK Shou, I get what your laying down, but we need a clear head for this. Let me get ahold of the teachers we can start organizing a search party."

Aizawa grabbed his capture weapon and suit, prepared to get dressed to join them when a long red feather fell from his scarf. He scowled down at the thing, ready to snap it under his boot when it started to move.

Kneeling down, he carefully picked it up and watched how the tip of the feather swirled.

"Hizashi. Get me a piece of paper quick."

The blonde did as he asked. Aizawa grabbed a pen from a nearby table and literally bit the end off to dab ink onto the wood. Taking the paper then dipping the feather like an old time quill into the ink, he set it down point first.

Hawks feathers were connected to him, he was able to move and call them back at will, so when the message started to come out Aizawa wasn't too surprised.

"What's going on?" Hazashi asked, at a loss. Aizawa shushed him as he took the rest of the information.

"Fuck!" He cursed again, his usual stoic demeanour replaced with a white-hot anger . "Hawks is undercover, he sent me their location. Get the rest of the teachers, we move now! The commission is not getting in on this, they literally ok'd Hawks to kidnap the kid or kill him as an in to the league!"

"On it." Present Mic agreed quickly.

Hawks was gonna give the insomniac two more minutes then he was gonna grab the kid and run because he could not stand there any longer and watch the boy be taunted with torture let alone watch it when Dabi decided to get down to business.

Dabi kept glancing at him expectantly as if he was testing him. It was a test he wasn't going to be able to pass, the League and the Commission could both kiss his ass, this kid did not deserve this.

He flinched as he caught a knife being tossed to him.

"Let's go Birdie, make him bleed a bit before we get to the real fun. I've never water boarded anyone before but apparently it is intense."

Hawks smirked and took a step forward, knife spinning lazily between his fingers, Bakugou looked up at him before spitting a mouth full of blood onto his boot.

"Fuck you." The teen grunted. Dabi's boot snapped his head to the side, sending another spray of blood across the floor.

Hawks was done. His hand tightened on the knife when a sound caught his attention. It was faint, but his feathers picked up the vibration well enough. There wasn't any more warning given.

"HEYYYYYYY!" Although not right on top of them the sounds cracked windows and forced them to cover their bleeding ears. No doubt their lackeys did not far very well because as soon as Mic's voice cut off there was the pop pop pop of Snipes rifles.

"Fuck! Time to go Birdie!" Dabi growled. He unlocked one of Bakugou's cuffs, and was just undoing the other when the boy burst upwards with a uppercut. Still in the quirk repression he couldn't explode but the metal made for a deadly weapon.

Hawks watched Dabi's eyes roll into the back of his head as he fell back. The man was good with a quirk, and was quick in a fight but he couldn't handle a punch like that. Then, not many probably could.

Said feral child spun on him, metal whipped passed his face. They had to weigh a tonne but the boy swung them with such speed and accuracy Hawks actually had to retreat back.

"Fire-cracker! Fire-cracker stop!" Hawks pleaded. They had to get out of there now before Dabi came too, or one of the Nomu's found them. The Hero knew the building held at least five of the special grade ones. "Katsuki! I am undercover! I am sorry I let it get this far but I was under Commission orders."

Whether he believed him or not it didn't matter because he was too far gone in his fight or flight, Bakugou was thinking only about his survival.

"Shit!" Hawks jumped back again, he really didn't want to hurt him. "Look! Look! I have the key to those quirk gloves, I can take them off! That proves I'm not trying to hurt you right?!"

Bakugou jumped back from him, eyes scanning the room for a way out. There was just the one door and Hawks was blocking his way.

The man held the key to the cuffs up but still stepped to the side giving the boy the option.

Katsuki didn't trust that this wasn't part of a trap, Hawks could go either way and as much as he wanted to believe the Hero that had saved him from mistreatment at the commissions hands was indeed an undercover agent he couldn't bring himself to hope.

Thankfully the man did not try to stop him as he ran for the door. The quirk repressers around his hands slowed him but he didn't care, he was getting out.

The maze of maintenance tunnels laid out before him, small windows let in a bit of moon light but that was it. He picked a direction and ran, he hoped this was the way to Mic, but with the echoes it was hard to tell.

More gun shots and yelling rang out. Katsuki turned and skidded to a halt. In front of him, blocking the whole corridor was a large black Nomu, it's long arms that ended in three large blade-like talons and it broken skull exposed it's brain and a blank eyeball that drifted slowly in his direction.

The details barely registered before the beast moved with lightening speed. Katsuki barely got one of the cuffs up to keep the talons out of his face. The blow was strong enough to send Katsuki down to one knee, sparks spraying up where the beast tore into the metal.

"Fuck!" Katsuki growled. Half his face was bruised already and one of his eyes swollen shut so it limited his vision and made his depth perception a bit wonky so when the next blow came he stumbled.

The misstep saved his life as a third talon-tipped arm burst through the things chest narrowly missing his falling form.

Katsuki rolled to one side and dove forward, a sharp pain shooting up his leg from the bullet wound. The Nomu swung wildly as he stayed low and shoulder rolled right between it's sprawled legs.

He wasn't quite quick enough though, talons pierced through on of the cuffs, effectively pinning it to the ground but thankfully missing his clenched fist inside. Katsuki jerked to a halt then began to struggle as the Nomu twisted it's head around to look over it's shoulder and down.

With few options Katsuki pulled on his trapped arm, using the resistance to whip his body up and plant both feet on the Nomu's side before kicking off it with all his strength. The thing didn't fall but he was able to wrench his arm free and put a few feet in between himself and the monstrosity.

Getting to shaky feet Katsuki faced off with the thing again as it continued to turn it's bulking frame.

A drip, drip, drip, caught the boys attention. Looking down he could see the cuff had large enough gashes in it to see his encased hand and was dripping the excess sweat that had been gathering in it. It was a dangerous knock-off version of his gauntlet. Turning his hand towards the torn metal Katsuki aimed the blast at the Nomu. It was either going to work, free his hand and do some damage, or it was going to blow his arm off.

No time to second guess himself.

The Nomu surged forward, talons aimed to kill when Katsuki let off a moderate explosion that was magnified by the stockpile of sweat in the metal. Blinding light, a deafening shockwave and metal shrapnel went in every direction.

Katsuki was blown back from the force. Pain became his very existence. It took several long seconds for his to be able to open his one good eye and force himself to sit up.

His arm was no longer cuffed, but the skin from his elbow down was red and shiny with burns, blisters forming on the worst parts. A few metal slivers were sticking out of his shoulder and leading leg, and his ears buzzed with a high pitch whine.

Remembering his predicament Katsuki whipped his head up. Several feet down the hall was a smoking pile of raw meat, the Nomu's head twisted to the side at an odd angle, with a long piece of metal embedded in it's exposed brain.

"Ha! Serves you right you venom-looking ripoff!"

There was no time to relish in his victory though because over the remains stepped a very pissed off Dabi.

Using the wall to steady himself, and ignoring the pain, Katsuki got to his feet. Until his body was cold and buried he wasn't about to stop fighting!

Next chapter

Katsuki could barely stand but although his body felt broken his mind was working just fine. It was unfortunate though that no matter how he ran the scenario before him there was no way he was coming out on top.

The nerd would have said it was impossible. Would have looked at those numbers and ran away, much like he had once tried to do when they had faced Allmight durning one of their exams.

Allmight had beat the ever-living piss out of the two of them but somehow they had still pulled out a pass.

There was no Deku here to aid him this time, but then, the crispy-chicken-nugget was no Allmight either.

"Alright fucker." Katsuki growled lifting his one free arm. "Let's do this." No elegant phrasing, no elaborate curses or taunting. Katsuki settled into a fighting stance that he had drilled into his body since he had first gotten his quirk.

Moving on a combination of demonic spite, contrariness, and the dwindling adrenaline supply his body forced out due to his quirk, he attacked.

Blue flames filled the hall, only to be snuffed by a large explosion that literally sucked all the oxygen from the air. Their quirks both needed certain things to exist, and without the essential components they were both dead in the water so to speak.

Fire needed oxygen, so did his explosions. He also needed oxygen, but fuck that minor detail, he had enough to see this through till the end.

Running in behind the lingering smoke cloud, he crashed his dipped shoulder into the human-flame-thrower, ramming him back into the far wall.

His metal encased hand was too slow to land a punch, Dabi deflected it and followed with a sharp jab to tender ribs.

It was a good thing that his body was past the pain part. It had vanished along with every other thought besides the resounding "SURVIVE!" that, for some reason, sounded suspiciously like Aizawa's voice in his head.

Fisting a handful of shirt Katsuki twisted, shoulder throwing the man onto the concrete floor with a resounding thud.

Sucking in a breath it felt as if he was training high on a mountain, it was thin and lacking.

Dabi rolled with the throw enough to plant a foot on the far wall. He used it to launch himself back at Katsuki. Sizzling hands reached for his face.

Katsuki couldn't move fast enough. Just as one hand started to grip his cheeks, a sadistic grin taunting right behind, the whole scene froze.

Dabi blinked, the lack of burning gave Katsuki enough information to know it was time to turn it up. A feral half grin curled his lips.

Using everything he had left, Katsuki let loose. A half a second behind, the human-torch couldn't get an arm up enough to block the massive chunk of metal aimed for his was followed but lightening fast jabs, and a sudden knee that gave a satisfying crunch as it buried into the man's floating ribs.

A half-hearted punch was thrown at his face but before it even reached it's intended target it was wrapped in a familiar cream coloured scarf. Katsuki took immense satisfaction in seeing Dabi's eyes widen as he was pulled back down the hall, into the waiting predator's grasp.

Never had Katsuki seen Aizawa show so much open emotion. The fury that burned in his red eyes was directed at only one person and the explosive teen could only pray that that look was never directed at him.

His teacher made short work of the villain, opting to knock him out before properly restraining him, and if there was an extra kick sent into the prone man's side, well, Katsuki would keep that to himself.

"Problem child," Aizawa said in way of greeting, his eyes taking in all the new injuries, as well as the cuffs.

"Sensei," Katsuki said back, same deadpanned tone.

They weren't much for talking so Katsuki relaxed when the man simple went about removing the insufferable contraptions from his hands. The one he had exploded into fell away to reveal dark red skin, that looked like it was sent through a meat grinder. Metal shrapnel still poking out of his flesh. Aizawa had the nerve to flinch at the sight. The man was literally standing there still sporting an IV port in his arm, and fresh bandages from the hospital and he had the nerve to feel sympathy for Katsuki. Didn't make much fucking sense to him, but to each their own.

"Can you walk?"

Katsuki scoffed.

"If we are leaving, I will fucking crawl if I have to." Katsuki snarked. He wasn't going to let a little thing like oxygen deprivation and blood loss stop him.

True to that statement the teen followed the man out, using the wall to drag his sorry ass. He wasn't going to be carried out of this hell hole, he would walk out under his own power, he was not weak.

When they emerged into the open air finally, they were greeted by several hulking nomu bodies and one very smug Present Mic.

"What the fu …?" Katsuki could not comprehend what he was seeing. Mic grinned down at him.

"Seems our little buddies here don't do well once their ear drums explode. Hard to hear orders when they are deaf and dumb."

It was clearly obvious that Katsuki had never given the Pro enough props before. Yeah, he was loud, annoying, and borderline idiotic but he had some skill.

Aizawa didn't seem to be having the same kind of realizations that the younger was so he gave his head a shake and continued to follow the man forward. Eventually they were joined by a few more UA staff, and nary a commission dog in sight.

"Is it safe to assume that this is not a commission sanctioned rescue?" Katsuki commented, bringing all eyes to him finally. He looked rough, bleeding and burnt, his thigh still wrapped in a piece of blood soaked sweater, but he was standing.

"Let's get out of here swiftly." Vlad finally broke the silence, he had never been Katsuki's biggest fan but the look in his eyes showed a degree of compassion for his current state.

"Preferably before this one wakes up," Aizawa gave his scarf a pull which dragged the unconscious Dabi a few feet closer, over rough rocks, though the teacher didn't seem to notice (or care).

The teachers made a protective circle around Katsuki, which he would have complained about except he really didn't have the energy, one foot in front of the other was the most he could do right now.

The group made it a total of twenty feet before a helicopter suddenly swooped overhead, the bright spot light turning the night into day. With their position lit up they could do nothing when they found themselves suddenly surrounded by dozens of armed men.

"Commission." Katsuki heard Cementos whisper behind Aizawa.

"You are a little late." Aizawa spoke up. "The Nomu's are back there and I have one top priority League member here."

"Well done, UA certainly has a knack for hiring the best Pro heroes. We can take those from here. There is medical trucks just over there for any of you that are injured." He motioned the way. The teachers nodded their thanks but for some reason everyone remained tense.

"We, of course, will be taking him off your hands as well." The man finally said, finger pointing at Katsuki.

"The hell you will." Aizawa growled. "It was under your care that he got targeted by an assassin that used to work for you! It was your higher ups that thought using him as a bargaining chip to get in the LOV was a good idea." He looked as if he had a whole list of things he wanted to add to that but Katsuki touched his arm with a resigned sigh.

"It's fine Sensei," he grunted. "Custody hearing is next week. We made a deal remember?"

"Get you home." Aizawa muttered into his hair as he let the older man pull him into a hug, a hug he would die before he admitted it made him warm inside. "Stay safe."

Katsuki couldn't help but feel his stomach squirm as he limped away from the teachers. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw that all of them were watching him go.

"Uh …" He paused and looked at them again, head dipping into a bow, as low as his leg would let him without falling over. "Thanks. For the save."

He was escorted to one of the waiting cars, and ushered inside without any fanfare.

No one spoke to him the entire ride, nor when he was pushed into a new commission location. This one a simple, unadorned safe house.

A healer was brought, a crotchety old man that only muttered curses under his breath as he got to work. The bullet in his leg had to be removed before it was cleaned and sewn up. His burns were treated and wrapped as well. The quirk drained what little energy he had, barely making a dent on his wounds.

The healer then left. Katsuki looked around the bare room, he was alone again, no one was there, and if he let himself cry, well that was between him and the security camera.

Aizawa and the UA staff were ushered to another location where they were sat around a large conference table and told to wait for a debriefing.

As the minutes ticked by the teachers of UA started to get impatient but Aizawa knew they would need to stay on their toes if they were to deal with the Commission head on. It was true they had not gotten a clear to attack that base, but there were certain exceptions to that rule and he was planning on extorting them.

Of course, that plan went right out the window when the first person to enter was the one and only Hawks.

Aizawa wasn't usually the one to act on his emotions but for this one he channeled a little of Bakugou.

The too fast Hero was not fast enough. The strong right hook right caught him on the jaw, laying him out on his butt. Aizawa stood over the younger man with the same stoic look he usually wore, except for a throbbing vein that could be seen at his temple.

"I deserve that." Hawks muttered into his hand as he rubbed the forming bruise.

"I want a full explanation of what is going on, now." Aizawa demanded.

"I was undercover, I was trying to infiltrate the LOV. I want to tell you more but the boss is …" He was interrupted by a tall, heavy set woman barging into the room, flanked by several suits. He promptly shut his mouth and moved to the corner of the room, Aizawa's eyes stayed on him for a long couple of seconds.

"Thank you all for waiting for me," The woman stated briskly, before taking a seat. She did not wait for them to join her before she started to pull out papers. "We are all here for a quick debrief before I hand out disciplinary sentences for your part in an unsanctioned raid."

"Disciplinary …?" Vlad started but was immediately cut off.

"You all barged into a League stronghold without authorization, and destroyed months of undercover work, Hawks will never be trusted again thanks to you!" Her voice vibrated off the walls.

"That undercover work put a minor in harms way, you can't possibly believe that Bakugou Katsuki's life was a reasonable price to pay for your little bit of intel!" Aizawa sneered at the woman. The woman in turn waved him off.

"You don't have proof of that," She sighed, "Besides, even if it were true, Bakugou is a asset of the commission, we can use him however we like."

Before the teachers could explode at that statement someone cleared their throat. The room froze in confusion. They looked around for a moment before Aizawa caught on, and looked down.

Principal Nezu smiled brightly as he used Aizawa's scarf to climb up to the table. Once he sorted himself out in an empty chair he turned his attention to the still silent room.

"So glad I made it in time. You should really let a principal know before hand if you plan on talking to his staff."

"I am speaking to them as registered Pro hero's, not teachers." The Commission head practically growled.

"Well, even so, they might be licensed under the Commission but they are still employed by UA." Nezu smiled again, and Aizawa knew him well enough to know he too could sit down and just enjoy the show. "Now, let us go over what we know."

Several still photos and audio recording discs were laid out onto the table in careful order.

"Would you to like me to start with the child endangerment of our student first? Or should I go all the way back to the prints I have of your organization paying for children to be placed in your hero program? Keigo Takami for starters." Nezu asked. The Commission head's mouth opened and closed several times without an actual word coming out. "Or perhaps you would like to hear this recording I have. A student at the school happened to pick up this radio signal, and my oh my we were able to hear, and record some very interesting things. Imagine, the Commission, giving the order to sacrifice a child for their own results. The same child they just made the focal point of a very public advocation on abuse and neglect."

Aizawa couldn't help the slight smile that crept onto his face. This was going to be good.

*next chapter*

Katsuki wandered around the small house for the tenth time that hour. There was nothing to do and he was starting to go a little stir-crazy. Three days the fuckers had left him there with only the cranky old healer coming in and out.

It had to be getting close to the custody hearing but since he didn't even know what day it was it was hard to tell. With a dramatic snarl he flopped on the sofa, he had thought about exploding it but his hands were still sore from the burns he had received at the league hideout.

Staring at the ceiling he hoped it was a villain when he heard the front door open because he was going to die of boredom if it wasn't.

He kinda got his wish. Hawks gave him a sheepish smile and small wave.

Fuck his tender arms he was more than willing to explode the lying, no-good, fucking turkey!

Hawks seemed to understand the predicament he was in because suddenly there was a food bag held out in front of him. The spicy curry almost made his mouth water right there.

"I come baring gifts!" Hawks exclaimed.

"You attacked my sensei and stood there while your burnt-chicken-nugget of a boyfriend tormented and tortured me! Unless there is a tiny shitty-hair in that bag I am willing to make that sacrifice!"

"I know! I know! I have no right to ask your forgiveness nor do I deserve any of your time but please, let me at least apologize and fill you in on everything the Commission is not telling you right now."

Katsuki was not one to forgive. He punched, exploded and destroyed anything that got in his way, the glaring exception being his abusive asshole parents.

It never mattered with them. They would tear him down, hurt him, make him feel like dirt and he always went back. Despite everything some small part of Katsuki wanted them to love him, needed their approval. It felt similar with Hawks, he had wormed his way into his life, not as a parent, but more like an older brother or the Gods forbid, a friend.

He was hurt, the walls he had been so careful to build had been torn down by Kirishima, Sero, Mina, Kaminari and Aizawa. Admittedly a small circle but since Hawks had been added to that group it made the betrayal even worse. He didn't want to question the progress he had made with people but how could he not when one of those few had stabbed him in the back.

Slowly he eased his stance, angrily wiping his forearm across his damp eyes.

"Talk." He demanded.

Hawks set the food bag down and surprisingly dropped to his knees and bowed his forehead to the ground.

"I am so sorry Katsuki. I have been working undercover for the Commission for a few months. It started before you were brought to the Commission, and it had no barring on me taking you in or mentoring you!" He pleaded into the ground. "I tried to keep you out of my mission but the two got tangled. I am very sorry."

"Did you sell me out, in the end?"

"No, Dabi had spies all over the city looking for you, they were the ones to give your location. He is the one that sent the assassin."

"And that fight with Aizawa?"

"I would have pulled the plug had I thought either of you would have been killed. Same as in the basement. I know he was threatening you but I would have acted had he made the first move to actually torture you."

"Were you the reason the teachers found me?"

"I left a feather with Aizawa. Thank the gods he was smart enough to realize it was writing a message."

Katsuki wiped his eyes again. Fucking things wouldn't stop.

"Get the fuck up." He muttered, grabbing the food bag. At least the fucker didn't cheap out on the curry.

Hawks slowly got to his feet, his eyes taking in Katsuki's still bruised form. The concerned look was enough to grind on his already frayed nerves.

"Are …"

The question was halted by Katsuki's sparking hand in his face.

"If you ask me, if I am alright I am going to blast your fucking beak off!" He growled. "I am …" He was going to say fine but suddenly that seemed like a lie, and Bakugou fucking Katsuki didn't lie. "I am not ok. Far from it. But I will be as long as the Commission fucks off."

"The hearing is tomorrow. I am going to take you. Seems the pictures of you and me have become somewhat popular, and the Commission feels that it would look better than sending you with faceless suits."

"The last thing I want is the media thinking you or the Commission are GOOD for me!"

"True, but I have it on pretty good authority your teacher might have some dirt on them that will make them play fair in the courtroom."

That sounded suspiciously like the Pro might have had a hand in that. Katsuki decided to ignore it though, last thing he wanted to do was to owe the man a thank you. To cover the awkward silence he shovelled some of the rice and curry into his mouth.

The taste was heavenly. Living off the pre-packaged garbage that was in the safe house was far from ideal.

Even though he still wanted to punch the man in the face (though by the look of the yellowing bruise on his jaw someone had done that already) he couldn't find it in himself to send the man away, or to be extra nasty to him. He understood that the man was just doing his job, and that it was the Commission was the one pulling the strings. It still hurt but Hawks was there, and being alone was not something he wanted.

Hero chat

Hawks – wow. Nvr thought I wanted some1 to punch me so bad

Mic – you with the kid?

Mirko – commission is trying to keep it under wraps, but I am thinking your little chick was in the middle of that commotion downtown?

Hawks – yeaaa cant say much. Gag order. But I put the kid in danger. I fuxed up. And he isnt even yelling at me

Jeanist – how very un-Bakugou like

Eraser – If he is quiet, he is hurt.

Hawks – I might have seen him cry.

Vlad – wait …. Bakugou? Bakugou Katsuki? Kid has two settings, sleep and angry.

Eraser – A convincing mask he likes to wear. But we forget he is still just a kid. Is the commission at least treating him ok after all that bullshit?

Hawks – they kinda just shoved him in a safe house. Don't think he has seen anyone in days

Mic – WTF?!

Orca – he went through a traumatic experience … again … and they thought isolating him farther was the way to go?

Mic – explains why he isn't yelling at you. Poor kid is probably scared and doesn't want to be alone.

Hawks – yeaaa … I am the last person he should have to be seeking comfort from. I don't deserve to be here

Eraser – but you are there. Unfortunately, until the hearing tomorrow, no one else can be. So suck it up, and give the kid what he needs. You are the adult, yes you did fuck up, but right now he needs reassurance, and a steady presence. Be prepared for a long night too, he was already having night terrors about the kidnapping, I am sure this will trigger more.

Hawks – thanks eraser. For what it is worth I am srry

The court room was quiet compared to outside where there was a media frenzy. Although Katsuki was far from forgiving Hawks, he was grateful the man was the one to walk him inside. Large red wing encased him in a protective bubble that kept the camera's from being shoved in his face.

After a shit night of sleep, he felt like a zombie, and looked like a mini-Aizawa with the bags under his eyes.

He sat on the bench he was waved towards, Hawks stood to the side of the room keeping an eye to make sure none of the reporters followed them in. To his left was the Commission representatives. Another woman, though one that looked much softer then Smiley-bitch had, and two men with oversized bellies and similar balding heads. To the right was the UA lawyer, then Aizawa and Present Mic.

No one else was there, on the judges orders. He was trying to keep the proceedings as private as possible for Katsuki's sake. Though if the dickhead had of asked, Katsuki would have told him he wanted Ei there at the very least.

As the judge called the proceedings he order he looked down at Katsuki with a soft smile. He could take that pity and shove it right up his a… the judge spoke, cutting off his thought.

"Katsuki, before I make my decision, I want to let you know that I have considered all options throughly to put you in the best possible place to help you grow, and continue to train to be a hero."

"Maybe someone should have fucking asked me." Katsuki muttered glaring to the side. No one seemed to acknowledge his outburst though and the judge turned his attention to the adults.

"It is my understanding that the Commission is withdrawing their claim on full guardian status of young Bakugou?"

The woman from the Commission stood and gave a large, fake smile.

"Yes your Honour. We at the Commission feel that a loving home, like that which the Aizawa-Yamada house can provide, would be better suited for Katsuki as opposed to the Commission or UA."

"Bakugou." Katsuki sneered, like hell he wanted Commision scum to be calling him by his first name. Still, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. By the looks on Aizawa and Hawks faces this was expected and they looked smug. A spark of hope ignited in his chest.

"Very well, than …" The Judge started top speak but the woman held up her hand.

"Pardon me, your Honour, but we do have a condition to our withdrawal …"

That was not expected. Aizawa whipped his head around to stare at the woman, looking to throw down right there, and Hawks whole body tensed.

"Go on." The judge urged.

"Well, the loving home is definitely needed, but in this case we feel a bit more structure could be useful." She glanced at Katsuki with a plastic look of compassion. "There is wisdom in the old quote that 'it takes a village to raise a child' so we are proposing a sixty-forty split of custody. Majority remaining with Aizawa-Yamada to ensure a stable home life, but the rest residing with Keigo Takami or Hawks as you know him."

OK, what the actual fuck?!

"We feel having a positive role model to work with and to train with is important for a young man like Katsuki. His quirk is very powerful and surely no one can argue that more supports would be a bad thing."

Except, as much as Hawks apologized, he was still a Commission hero, which meant the damn Commission would still have their claws in him to some degree. With majority custody Aizawa would at least have final say in anything that went on, and Katsuki knew he had no problem telling the Commission to fuck off.

"Very well, thank you for your input." The judge gave the woman a nod. "Hawks, I trust you have no objections to that proposal."

"I … I …" He stuttered, his feathers ruffled quite literally. "I admit I was not prepared for that suggestion." He said slowly, looking at the Commission representative with a furrowed brow. "But if the Commission and Aizawa feel that my addition to Katsuki's life is beneficial I would not argue it."

All eyes flickered over to Aizawa. He seemed to be weighing his options.

"Hawks is a good Hero, but he is not a parental figure. He is only six years older than Katsuki. But, provided all medical, educational, and welfare decisions are left to myself and my husband then it could work." Aizawa conceded. "That is of course provided the Commission removes all of it's influences from the equation. As I understand it, the Commission houses Hawks, pays for his agency, and dictates his schedule. If they want him to look after another human being they would have to give him the freedom to do so. Family should come before work."

Katsuki snorted into his hand. The look on the woman's face was priceless, she had not been expecting that.

"I am sure the Commission and Hawks can sort out the details." She provided slowly.

"Good, good." The judge settled back with a smile. "Then I see no problems with that arrangement. Sixty-forty custody is awarded to the Aizawa-Yamada household and Keigo household. Aizawa can determine when he feels young Bakugou is ready to move between the shared custody. If there is nothing else this hearing is adjourned. Good luck young man."

They all stood as the judge left. The Commission reps we quick to exit after him.

Katsuki glanced at Hawks, not knowing what to make of the new arrangement. His thoughts were cut short when a hand touched his shoulder.

He did not initiate the hug. He didn't. No one could prove other wise. But then, of the four people standing in the court room no one would mention the fact Katsuki had his face buried into Aizawa's shoulder, hands fisted in the man's black dress shirt.

Aizawa wasn't an overly affectionate man either, but Katsuki was glad when two arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him in tighter.

"Fucking dust in my eye." Katsuki muttered as tears streamed down his face.

"Of course." Aizawa agreed readily.

"I'll escort you out." Hawks offered. Mic gave him a small smile.

"I think the little listener would appreciate that."

Walking onto the UA campus with Aizawa and Mic was a surreal experience. It had been so long since he had been to class, and he missed it.

He paused at the Heights Alliance door. Aizawa and Mic hung back, they had not told 1-A the good news yet, and the class was not expecting him.

In true Bakugou fashion, Katsuki booted the door in with a loud bang. The entirety of the class was in the common room watching the news for updates upon his entrance and he was happy to see more than a few jumped several inches at his arrival.

"You assholes don't have anything better to do?" He snapped.

A long moment of silence.

"Kacchan!" Came the first cry before he was hit hard both high and low by the idiot brigade. There was no saving himself, he was buried under a mass of bodies screaming his name and hugging him.

"Oh Blasty! We missed you!" Pink squealed.

"You're back! You're back!" Yellow chanted.

"Welcome back man!" Black offered, he too was buried under a few limbs.

"Guys! Guys! Let him breathe!" Came a familiar, and so sorely missed voice. Red.

Kirishima reached down and pulled Katsuki out of the tangle of bodies. His blinding smile firmly in place.

Witnesses be damned. Katsuki grabbed the sunshine boy by the collar of his hideous tie-dye shirt and kissed him. It was more demanding than romantic but Kiri was happy to return it with the room going deathly silent again.

The tension evaporated at once with Mina screeching, "Get some Kiri! That's your man!"

The declaration was followed by several more cat calls that earned the class a middle finger but no explosions from the resident hot head.

Breaking apart Katsuki rested his forehead against Kiri's.

"Missed you." He whispered.

"Missed you too." Kiri replied.

"Alright assholes, who is hungry? I am sure you morons have been living off ramen since I have been gone so I will grace you with some of my good fucking cooking!"

A cheer went up from the whole class. Needless to say he wasn't far off the mark. Upon stepping into the kitchen he felt his body tense at the state of it.

"What the fuck? You morons not know how to clean a fucking dish? Or wipe down a counter?" The rant continued for several more minutes but the class was just happy to have their friend back so they just smiled up at him from the island counter. He let out a little huff, which sounded more fond than annoyed. "Whatever. What do you jerks want?"

Several suggestions came out but Katsuki caught two large emerald eyes staring at him with stupid admiration.

"Katsudon." He suddenly declared, though no one had actually said it out loud.

He ignored the wetness that appeared in those eyes and turned his back on them. Fuck him, he didn't need his approval to make the pork dish. Stupid nerd.

It felt good to be home.

The prison transport disappeared under the dark overpasses, out of sight from the main road.

A moment passed before all four tires exploded with loud pops. The truck skidded for a couple meters before turning over on its side to screech to a halt. The driver side window shattered allowing a small, smoking grenade was tossed inside. It popped, releasing a sleeping gas the knocked out the guards within moments.

The lone figure stepped up to the back doors, making quick work of the locking mechanism.

Dabi stumbled out with a cough. He glanced at the figure before holding out his cuffed hands.

"Damn Birdie, couldn't have been a bit more gentle? Almost lost my lunch on that ride."

Hawks tossed the cuffs into the truck.

"Had to make it quick so I wasn't seen." He offered.

Blue eyes narrowed at him.

"How'd you not get caught?"

Hawks chuckled and leaned against the truck with a grin.

"Told them the truth, I was working undercover for the Commission."

The flame user smirked back.

"A double-double agent. A dangerous game you are playing but who am I to argue results?" He dusted himself off and held up his arms. "Alright Birdie, let's blow this cage." Hawks gripped him under the arms and rocketed them both into the sky, well away from any prying eyes. "You know Birdie, I think it's time I introduced you to Shiggy."