Healing Hands

by KayMacBurn

Life wasn't easy for Katsuki even before the damn sludge villain, but after it was a whole lot worse. Injured, and kicked out of his home he tries to keep it all together but his dream of UA is getting farther and father away from him. A chance encounter gives him a new set of skills that put him on a path that will either break him or make him even stronger then he had ever hoped.

His mother had been kicking him out of the house since he was six. At first he was too scared to leave the yard, instead he would spend the night in the empty doghouse in the back. At least there it was dry and still within the fence so the chance of weirdos trying to talk to him was slim.

A cold night outside was usually enough to calm the household for a few days. Tempers quelled and annoyances forgotten.

Soon though it wasn't enough, he would be thrown out for longer, then longer still accompanied by dark bruises, and lash marks.

By the time he was nine the beatings were almost a daily occurrence, and when he annoyed her enough to get thrown out it was for weeks at a time.

He learned to keep a spare school uniform in his locker so that on school days he could slip in early, shower and change. No one questioned him as long as he still went to class, any marks were assumed to be from fights. He was a tough kid, with strong convictions, and a loud voice. That meant he did get in fights, but he never lost to any one from his school, no kid his age or even in high school were good enough to even get a hit in on him. No one seemed to put two and two together though, because adults didn't expect other adults to beat on kids.

His mother wasn't the only culprit anymore. Weeks on the streets meant he ran into more adults that had a problem with him. Maybe he was in their territory. Maybe they were drunk. But whatever the reason he learnt quick that adults couldn't be trusted, and some were even looking for more than a punching bag. Those ones he made sure to leave them with an extra reminder to keep their hands to themselves.

Still he managed, trained his body and quirk any chance he got while keeping his grades at the top. Only perfection would be accepted in his house, only perfection would get him out.

He was ten when he first met the old healer. After a particularly harsh beating at the hands of the hag, he had limped to neutral ground between the gangs territories to lick his wounds so to speak.

Settling on a piece of cardboard in the unfamiliar alley he finally gave himself a quick assessment. Bruises around both wrists and over his ribs. Nothing new there. Fractured collar bone. Uncomfortable, and he would have to put his left arm in a sling to limit the movement but still manageable. No need for a hospital visit at least, not like they could do anything for that kind of fracture anyway.

Now his leg, that was a problem. Open wounds were the worse. Getting infected on the street was easy, and deadly. This wound offered two problems. One, there was still a large piece of glass in it, pulling it out was going to cause even more bleeding but it couldn't stay in. Two, the cut would need stitches. He had the supplies to do it, but back to the infection thing. It was a problem.

He didn't have enough money to go to the hospital. Nor would he want to be around when his parents were eventually called if he went.

Growling to himself he pulled his book bag close. Looked like he was gonna have to do this.

Using a clean sweater as a blanket, he carefully propped the meaty part of his thigh on it. He washed his hands with an alcohol wipe before taking the medical scissors and cutting away the pant leg.

That was also a waste, it wasn't as if he had extra pants with him. Oh well, that was a later problem.

Now that the area as exposed Katsuki had to doubt the wisdom in doing the job himself. Taking a steadying breath he prepared to take out the glass. Once it was removed he wouldn't have very long to stitch himself up, the blood loss would probably cause his already low blood pressure to dip and he would go unconscious. It was a drawback to his explosions, the nitro-glycerine did odd things to his body's chemical makeup.

Taking one more breath he swiftly pulled the glass out, tossing it to the side. Before he could even register the pain he took up the already prepared needle and got to work.

Even at the fast pace he kept his work neat, barely flinching as he impaled his own flesh. Twelve stitches. More than he had thought it would take but it was done. Working through his blurring vision he smeared some antibiotic cream over the area and dressed it with a fresh dressing.

He managed to wiggle into his last clean sweater, before propping himself up on his book bag to pass out. Defenceless on the street was not ideal, but he really had no other options. Homeless shelters were fine every now and then but CPS was usually called when minors showed up more then once, not to mention there were more dangerous predators that kept their eye on young men and women that went in and out of those places. He was ten, he was a prime target for quirk trafficking rings, or even just human trafficking.

It was still dark when he was jolted awake. It took several moments for him to register that there was a man hovering over his leg. Flinching back violently he held up a sparking hand.

"Get the fuck away from me asshole!" He sneered out. No way he could win in a physical fight in his current condition but his quirk was an equalizer out here. No one wanted to taste an explosion to the face.

This man though didn't even blink. From what Katsuki could see he was an older man, his skin deeply tanned and wrinkled like leather. Sharp grey eyes peered over a oni mask that covered the bottom half of his face.

"Calm yourself boy. I mean no harm. You just so happen to be sitting on my front door step so I thought I'd offer my assistance."

Sure enough when Katsuki looked around there was a door just to his right, well hidden and disguised to the surrounding alley. He had not noticed it at all when he had limped in here. Giving a huff he struggled to stand.

"I'll move." He grunted. Unfortunately the movement sent a wave of dizziness through him that had him tumble back towards the pavement. Surprisingly strong hands gripped him.

"Easy now. Come on, lets get you sorted." The old man chuckled. Katsuki couldn't do anything as the man manhandled him through the door into a surprisingly clean, open room. Four futons were lining the walls, each with their own fresh bedding. A examine table was positioned near the back by a well stocked medical cabinet and a small swivel stool. Off the left was another room with a kitchenette and old table, to the right a door that lead to a full bathroom, old and outdated but like the main room it was clean.

"What is this place?" Katsuki managed to slur out. The old man got him onto the examine table, easing him back to lay down.

"It's my own little clinic." The man stated. "I may be retired from medicine officially but I couldn't abandon the people that needed me. They call me Suku."

"Retired? So an unlicensed doctor?" Even is his current state his mind fought to put the pieces together. The man chuckled.

"People living around here don't much care whether I have a piece of paper or not. I am just here to help."

"I don't have any money. And I am not offering you anything else old man!" Katsuki sneered, his speech still slurred but a little kick of adrenaline had him pushing himself back up to his elbows. The man's large hand caught his chest and gave a gentle push down. It sent a sharp jerk of agony through his fractured collarbone. Hissing in pain Katsuki laid back reluctantly.

"Most pay me back only when they can. I don't question where boxes of supplies come from, nor the money they do offer."

"So you encourage stealing and drug money. Honourable." Katsuki was being rude, but his own moral compass didn't like what the man was implying. The old man huffed and flicked Katsuki on the forehead.

"Nothing around these parts is so black and white brat. Look at your current predicament. I assume there is a reason you did not go to the hospital. Whatever reasons you have to be in a dirty alley in this state can't be good. So what if my medicine comes from questionable sources if it is here to help the poor and abandoned? This is a place for anyone to come. I do not discriminate, I will heal a mob boss, a thief or a Hero, right along side a beggar and a child."

That gave the boy pause. Everyone deserved basic medical care, not just the rich. OK, maybe the old man made a bit of sense.

Suku seemed to see the change in Katsuki's view and took it as a sign he could inspect the damage.

"You did this yourself?" He asked poking around the deep gash on his thigh.

"Didn't see any other options."

"Well, I am impressed. You have a steady hand to be doing that kind of stitching on your own flesh." The old man shuffled around the area, grabbing an IV bag and attaching it to a pole he pulled over. Katsuki didn't trust him completely and flinched at the appearance of the needle. "No funny business. You have my word. You have just lost a lot of blood and this will help get you back on your feet quicker. Once this is hooked up I'll give you a quick healing session then you can rest."

"What is your quirk?" Katsuki asked, looking away as the needle was pushed into the crook of his left arm.

"Cell regeneration. It will speed up the healing process ten fold, but it relies on my own stamina to work. Being an old man limits my use of it, but a few quick sessions a day is doable. I mostly rely on the old fashion medicines for minor injuries."

Katsuki nodded and allowed the man to place one hand on his forehead, the other over his heart. Warm waves washed over his body, the pain slowly started to ebb away. Exhaustion hit him hard, he was out cold before the man even stepped away.

When he woke up he was tucked into one of the futons, IV still attached but almost empty. He felt like a million bucks, better then he had in months actually. The old man was nearby but didn't offer any greeting.

Once the IV was removed Katsuki took it upon himself to clean the area throughly and wash the bedding he had used. He might not have money but the least he could do was take some of the workload off the man.

A sharp knock on the door made the two silent companions look up. Suku stood and readjusted his mask. He shuffled to the cabinet and pulled out a second mask, this one a fire Kitsune. He handed it to Katsuki.

"Anonymity is very important around here. No real names, and no one sees our faces. It protects us and them."

Katsuki took the mask and pulled it on, the fox covering the top half of his face. It was a fitting choice he thought. Suku opened the door to a battered woman, that could or could not have been a prostitute. The only questions asked were those of the medical kind. Suku directed Katsuki to grab him a couple pill bottles, which the boy was quick to accommodate, he did owe the man. Once the woman was on her way the two studied each other carefully.

"If you are going to stick around we need to get you into some clean clothes." Suku stated.

"What makes you think I want to hang out with you old man?" Katsuki snapped back, but made no move to leave. Really, where would he even go? Suku didn't seem to mind his rude, stubborn streak though.

"There are some warm clothes in that bin over there. Get changed and wash your own stuff. After, you can scrub some of used bedding."

"Do I look like your damn servant?" He still moved to do as he was asked, opting to leave the mask on in case any more patients showed up.

For three years Katsuki frequented the clinic. He would show up whenever he was kicked out, do all the manual work that needed to be done, and even assisted Suku in his own work. They had an easy friendship born from mutual grumpiness. Most of their conversations involved them calling each other vulgar names and bickering.

It was an eyeopening experience that taught Katsuki many things. The inner workings of the underground for one. Not to mention his way around almost any wound. He continued to hone his fighting skills and quirk, which made him a force to be reckoned with on the street, but it was balanced with his gentle and efficient client care.

Kitsune, as he was known by the people, had become a permanent fixture in the clinic, respected and trusted by all the regulars. Suku would even leave the clinic in his hands for awhile if he needed to run errands.

Katsuki carefully colour coded his chemistry notes for easier review later on. He had to stay on top his school work if he had any hope in hell to get accepted into UA. It was still a year off but that was no excuse.

The bell rung signalling the end of the final class of the week. Katsuki took his time packing his bag before wandering down to his locker. Most every one had filed out by the time he slipped into the bathroom to change out of his uniform and into his street clothes. The uniform stayed at the school.

He wasn't in a rush to head home. His mother was on rampage, if the string of nasty text messages sent to his phone was anything to go by. It had been a few weeks since she had last booted him out, so a blowup was due.

With all the extra training he had been doing, the strict diet, and the few inches he had grown he was now as tall as her, with well defined muscles. By all counts he shouldn't physically fear the woman, but over the years she too had been honing her nasty set of skills. Her words cut faster and deeper than any knife, and when she did get physical she liked to remind him that if he so much as defended himself she would have the cops there in a moment with a tale of a violent son gone crazy. Criminal charges were an instant death of his dream of UA. With that in mind he had to endure her creative punishments silently.

Breathing in the warm spring air, he made sure to take a detour through the public gardens to view the newly blooming flowers. A little piece of heaven before walking into hell.

"Katsuki!" He heard his name vibrate through the walls as soon as he stepped into the house. A long, exasperated sigh left his mouth as he kicked off his shoes at the door.

"What do you want you old Hag?" He demanded back, long past trying to pacify her, he was going to be beat either way.

"Is that anyway to talk to your mother you ungrateful little shit?" The voice came from the kitchen, seconds before the woman's lithe figure rounded the corner. He took the slap without complaint, simply staring back at her defiantly.

"Did you clean up the back yard like I told you too?" She demanded. Katsuki didn't bother to open his mouth, he had in fact cleaned it but if she was bringing it up then it either wasn't to her standard or she was looking for an excuse. "Well? Too good to fucking answer me now Katsuki?!" Her voice rose with each word.

The second slap was a backhand, and her wedding ring left a sizeable scratch across his cheek.

"Jesus you old Hag, what the fuck is the problem? I cleaned it yesterday."

"Did you? Cause it looks like shit still. You are a pathetic little liar! Why do I put up with your bullshit? Should have aborted you some time in the first forty-eight months, maybe I could have convinced your father to try again for a girl."

"Abort? That's called fucking murder after twenty weeks bitch."

"It's called a fucking blessing to anyone that knows your stupid ass," her face turned a deep red from yelling. Suddenly everything paused, his mother smirked and turned away. "You can handle your son tonight Masaru. Make sure he gets the point."

"Yes dear."

Katsuki stiffened. His mother was brutal but always quick, usually getting too annoyed to finish a beating and just kicked him out. His father was a quiet, obedient man, that would do anything for his wife, which included abusing their only son for her sick pleasure.

A large hand clamped over the back of Katsuki's neck.

"You know this wouldn't happen if you just behaved yourself don't you son?" He said quietly as he led the younger down the hall towards the stairs.

His bedroom door was closed behind them. Masaru pushed the young Bakugou down to his knees.

"Take the shirt off. And make sure I hear you count it out." He instructed as if he was talking about some menial task. Katsuki bit the inside of his cheek to keep his comments to himself. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it onto his bed. Fuck this place, fuck the old man, and fuck the Hag. He would not give them the satisfaction of a single sound.

A leather belt to the back would have been bad enough, but the man preferred to use the metal buckle for added damage. The improvised weapon gave a sickening thud with each swing. Katsuki did not count, nor did he scream, he stared straight ahead, his mind focused on the colour coded notes he had taken earlier that day. The only sign of distress was his tightly clenched fists in his lap.

After several minutes his father was panting with effort. The bedroom door burst inward.

"What is taking so long? I don't hear any apologies yet!"

The man stepped back with a shrug.

"Sorry dear, he is being particularly stubborn tonight."

Familiar red eyes narrowed though Katsuki did not see, his own gaze still locked forward. Manicured claws cut into his scalp as her hand fisted his hair. With surprising strength she pulled him up to his feet.

"Miserable fucking bastard …" Her words were mumbled. "I hope you rot in a ditch somewhere. Don't come back until you are good and sorry!"

He would have gladly left under his own will, but she gave him one last parting gift by shoving him down the stairs. His bloody body hit the floor at the bottom with a dull thud, a traitorous groan escaped his lips. He was pretty sure the fall had dislocated a couple of his fingers.

There was no time to set them though. The hag was over him before he even figured out which way was up.

Her pointed heels urged him along to the door where he just managed to grab his discarded bag and boots before he was pushed outside. The lock being snapped in place gave the whole ordeal a finale kind of feel.

*next chapter*

Rooting through his bag he at least found a spare t-shirt. It was cold, and the walk to the clinic would take close to an hour, but it was better then nothing.

Three fingers on his left hand were twisted all wrong. He grimaced before he even touched them. Biting into the strap of his bag he made a point to reset them before he walked off. Obvious injuries would make you look like an easy target on the streets.

The alley in front of the clinic was empty as he pulled out a stash of his belongings. He donned his Kitsune mask then re-hid the spare bag with expert attention to detail.

He kicked open the door to the clinic as if he owned the place.

"Jeeze brat, looking to give an old man a heart attack?" Suku growled. Luckily there were no clients so no one else was traumatized by the sudden bang. Katsuki didn't bother responding. He moved around the place with practiced ease, the man's eyes following him with concern.

Suku didn't comment as the teen set a few items in front of him, the standard disinfectants and bandages, for that Katsuki was glad. A sad frown did form when Katsuki removed his shirt though.

"Don't give me that look," Katsuki grunted. "I don't need your pity."

The man's gentle fingers moved skillfully over his back, making sure everything was cleaned and wrapped before giving him a few minutes of healing, just to get it all jumpstarted.

"Pity is not something I offer anyone," Suku finally commented, "Though I can offer my empathy. I do not wish such harm on any soul, though most don't seem to agree with my convictions. Rest now Kitsune. Tomorrow I need you to watch the clinic, I am low on supplies."

"Whatever you say old man." Katsuki stifled a yawn as he headed for his personal futon located in a small overhead room, hidden from the clients. Suku's own bed lay a few feet away.

Katsuki hummed to himself as he looked over his biology assignment. So far it had been a slow day with only one regular popping in, just to offer some food she had made as a thank you.

Of course he could never hope for that trend to continue, he never had such luck.

He jumped, his hands sparking for a moment when the clinic door burst in. Two of the local vigilantes surged forward with a third man suspended between them. The man was obviously in rough shape.

"Suku! SUKU!" Vigilante number one hollered.

"Keep you panties on asshole," Katsuki snapped. "Suku isn't here. He had to do a run." He moved swiftly to pull out the exam table before helping to ease the man onto it. It was hard to tell with the dark jump suit but there seemed to be a lot of blood.

"When's he gonna be back?" Vigilante number two demanded. "It's not like we can just waltz into the damn ER with a Pro in our grasp! We'd be arrested before we could say boo!"

"Do I look like his damn keeper? He'll be back whenever he gets here. Now, tell me what the fuck happened so I can at least attempt to stabilize the bastard."

The two shared a look before reluctantly telling him a tale of battle that made even him wince. Seems the Pro in question was quite the badass taking on a whole gang by himself, even with sustaining a deep laceration in his side he did better then the odds would have dictated.

"You at least secure the fucking villains?" Katsuki questioned as he washed his hands then carefully hooked up an IV before hauling some suture tools closer. The two gave equally indignant scoffs.

"Well sorry you little shit! We were a bit preoccupied with making sure Eraser didn't die!"

Katsuki clicked his tongue in annoyance.

"Oh really? You assholes even think to at least apply pressure to his wound so he didn't bleed out?" He side eyed them, "I think you were more concerned in getting the fuck out of there instead of actually helping."

"You disrespectful …"

"Look you hero-wannabes, you got him here, now fuck off. We all know you didn't bring him here on any act of goodwill. Go do whatever it is you shit-stains do, I don't know, maybe check to see if the ones this guy was fighting are still there, maybe call the cops to the scene at least."

The two stormed out leaving Katsuki some quiet at least. Carefully checking the wound he determined that there wasn't any organs hit at least. Several stitches were added before fresh white bandages were wrapped around the man's now bare torso. He didn't look like any hero Katsuki had ever seen before. Nothing about he was flashy or eye catching. Long black hair hung around a scruffy, tired looking face.

Curious, Katsuki gave him a quick pat down. Some police grade zip ties, odd metallic feeling scarf, jelly pouch, small medical kit, one phone and one wallet were all set on the nearby tray.

"Hero license should have your blood type on it," Katsuki mused to himself, "The gods know you need a damn transfusion. Probably lost half of yours by those idiots dragging you."

Sure enough the teen found the small plastic card tucked away in the wallet. Eraserhead, or Aizawa Shouta, age thirty, quirk; Erasure, blood type B.

Well, at least they had some of that on hand. Katsuki started setting up a second IV pole for the blood as he contemplated what quirk would be called Erasure. He liked to think he knew his hero's but he had never heard of this guy. Of course that was kind of the point when you were an underground hero.

Once the man was all hooked up, he double checked the wound before covering him in a warm blanket. The peace was broken by the vibration of the hero's cell phone. Katsuki picked it up and read the caller idea. Apparently Eraserhead was opposed to personalized names because the name Present Mic flashed across the screen. That hero was at least on the charts so Katsuki knew a bit about him.

Going with his gut he hit the accept button.

"Hello, you have reached the phone of some passed out zombi-looking fucker, please tell me you are a responsible adult that will be by to claim his lost hero?" He snarked in greeting. The voice on the other end sputtered for a moment.

"Who the hell is this? Where is Eraserhead?"

"Hmmm, well from what I was able to gather from the two idiot vigilante's that brought him into my place, he thought he could take on a gang all by himself and almost succeeded. Unfortunately he has been injured. With a promise of looking the other way of our humble establishment, I would gladly tell you where you can come get your friend."

"What kind of establishment? How bad is he hurt? If this is some sick joke just know I will find you!"

Katsuki pinched the bridge of his nose underneath his mask.

"Oh god you are hard on the head," he announced. A movement made his head jerk up, black eyes stared back at him, blinking slow. "Oh look sleeping beauty is awake, I am going out on a limb here but I am guessing you want to fucking talk to him?"

Katsuki held the phone far from his ear as the Cockatoo went off. He took the two steps towards the prone man and held out the phone.

"You feeling up to talking to this idiot? I don't recommend it if you are sporting any kind of headache."

The man actually smirked.

"Years of practice makes you immune to his antics." He held out a shaky hand. "Mic. Mic shut up would you?" There was a pause. "Alright, now, I appear it be in Suku's clinic. You remember where it is?" The man glanced at Katsuki. "Nope, no idea who the child is but you can ask him when you get here, though I doubt you will get an answer."

Once he hung up phone Katsuki watched him inspect the wound, eye the two bags hanging on the poles, then turn his strangely intimidating stare on him.

"Where is Suku?"

"Had some errands to run. He will probably be back before your friend arrives. He can give you a once over, make sure I didn't give you sepsis or anything."

The man did not laugh, but Katsuki couldn't contain his own smile.

"Fucking relax." He pointed to his leg. "I did my own years ago and it never had to be amputated so I am sure you're fine."

This time the man down right scowled at him. It was enough for Katsuki to take a step back.

"His bedside manner might be lacking Eraser, but I assure you Kitsune is good at what he does." Suku muttered as he walked into the clinic stooped over with several heavy bags. Katsuki came forward to relieve him of his burden.

"And what, exactly does a child, do in a place like this?" Eraser demanded. Katsuki wasn't sure why he was pissy but it rubbed him the wrong way.

"Save ungrateful asses like you obviously." Red eyes met black in a intense stare down. Suku chuckled and swatted Katsuki's arm.

"Go put that stuff away." He said.

"Tch. Whatever." At least he walked away, though he could still hear their conversation as Suku went about double checking his work and using some healing on the man.

"This really isn't the place for a child." Eraser was saying.

"This isn't a place for anyone, really. Perfect world would see everyone with universal health care so places like this wouldn't be needed but here we are." The old man sighed. "Besides, it is better that he is here. Being a teacher you should know not all kids get a great childhood."

"I don't need you airing out my dirty laundry old man. I'm fucking fine."

"You are ok, you are not fine, but that is a discussion for another day."

Aizawa's eyes were back on him, studying him. He felt oddly exposed, glancing at his shirt to make sure his scars were all covered, which in hindsight was just as telling as if they were on full display.

The momentary silence was interrupted by the door again bursting in. Present Mic stood there in all his flamboyant glory, causing Katsuki to snicker into his hand.

"Jesus, you really do look like a cockatoo." He offered. Mic scowled at him.

"And you must be Shouta's new secretary. So glad he hired such a sarcastic answering service." There was definitely a pout on his face as he walked to the underground hero's side.

"People would pay good money for my brand of fucking humour." Katsuki shouted over his shoulder as he went back to his work. He really didn't need to be stared at or interrogated any more at this point.

The Hero's were still there when he finished so he slid back to the kitchen and pulled his biology book closer. He noticed his hand were a bit slick, and really it was just reflex at this point that he sparked off to clear away the nitro-glycerine. Unfortunately the sound brought all eyes to him. He stared up in shock at the tense stances.

"It was building up," He muttered sheepishly. "If I don't burn it off I'd fucking explode the kitchen!"

Still a little unsteady on his feet Eraserhead used Mic as a crutch to walk a few feet closer.

"That is quite the quirk." He commented.

Katsuki touched his mask to make sure it was still in place ,he didn't need the man to know anything more about him.

"It's alright." He said slowly. Black eyes dipped to his biology book.

"Advanced class." He pointed out. Katsuki shifted in his chair wishing the man would just leave.

"Can I expect to see you at the UA entrance exam next fall?"

Katsuki didn't say anything for a moment. Then scowled at the man.

"If I did I'd blow the rest of those extra's out of the fucking water." He declared, without actually answering the question.

Eraserhead hummed and gave a nod before he and his partner finally exited the building.

Suku looked over at him with a slight smirk.

"Making friends everywhere you go."

"Shut the fuck up old man!"

*next chapter*

Three weeks. The Hag waited for three weeks for him to come crawling back before she finally realized he wasn't going to do it. Instead she sent a text telling him he had better be home after school that day or she would report him as a run away and have the cops pick him up.

It was more likely that she just wanted him home to pick up the slack on the cleaning since she detested doing anything more than maybe wiping a dish or two.

School was boring. The same shit as most days, extras picking on kids that were either less fortunate, or viewed as weak. In homeroom two of the idiots that tried to follow him around were flexing their non-existent muscles on the annoying greenette.

Midoryia had been in his grade since they started school but over the years they had stopped hanging out, mostly because Katsuki couldn't look after his own life let alone worry about someone else. Still, he didn't hate the guy, he just got defensive when the other boy started in on his quirk questions, or when he stuck his nosy self into other peoples business.

Sitting there, doing nothing about the bullying, made him feel like an ass but the last thing he wanted was to draw unneeded attention to himself so like a coward he left the watery emerald eyes behind him and walked away.

Sauntering down the familiar route back to his house was odd after spending so long at Suku's. The clinic had only the bare necessities but it was more than Katsuki could ever ask for. The expensive house, with all the modern conveniences was his living hell and the more time he spent away from it the more he realized just how bad his parents treated him.

Annoyed with the realization he absently kicked a bottle down the empty alley before making his way towards his destination. It was then he realized that life really didn't fucking like him.

Close to twenty minutes of that sick fuck whispering in his ear, violating his body in ways that he never imagined, all while he fought for his life. His explosions damaged nearby structures but he was far too panicked to care.

"Just give up kid. No one is gonna save you. Look at that. A handful of hero's just standing there watching you. Let me in, at least I can put that quirk to proper use."

More sludge pushed past his lips, catching in his throat as he gagged, attempted to throw up only to choke on that too. Tears started to stream down his face. He lifted a hand and let off another explosion. The heat burnt the skin of his cheek but the villain snarled and pulled back long enough for him to cough out the lingering goop.

One breath was all he could get before the bastard tried to force himself back in. That was when he saw those damn emerald eyes again. What the fuck was the moron doing? He didn't want him to die too.

Apparently self-preservation was not in the kids vocabulary though because he pushed forward, frantically pulling away the sludge after throwing his book bag at the guy. It was enough of a distraction Katsuki was able to pull in a few more lungfuls of precious air.

It was the sudden explosion of yellow and blue that did the trick through. Katsuki was tossed aside, hitting the pavement with a surprised gasp.

His curses caught in his throat. Everything hurt. His arms from over using his quirk. His joints from being pushed and pulled for so long. But most of all his nose and throat, the pain was enough for him to black out for several minutes. He barely noticed the crowds rushing in to congratulate Allmight. Or the Pro's thinking it was their place to tell him he did well.

Fuck the lot. He didn't need this, he was going home. No one stopped him, no one offered to walk him home, no one even suggested medical attention.

At least Deku was uninjured. If the boy had of been hurt he would have never forgave himself, he wasn't worth that price.

Both of his parent cars were in the drive way. That in itself was not good. Still, he held some hope that he would be able to slink his way up to his room without being noticed.

"Get in here brat!" His mother bellowed from the living room, not two seconds after the front door opened. Seems as though they were waiting for him.

"W-wh …" He raised a hand to his throat. It hurt so bad he couldn't even get a word out. Walking into the room, he saw immediately what the problem was. They were watching the news, and there front and centre was him, fighting for his life.

"So," His mother stood up and smiled at him. There was no humour there. "Big tough Katsuki couldn't even save himself from a mud puddle?"

His throat throbbed. The gentle attempts to massage the pain away only seemed to aggravate it more. Ignorant of his growing discomfort she pushed her face into his and poked his chest with a sharp nail.

"And was that Inko's son I saw saving your pathetic ass? You have always been a disappointment but I never thought you were a weak princess that needed to be rescued! He's quirkless isn't he?" She shoved him back. The action was barely acknowledged because he was too busy trying to breathe. The hand by his throat flinched when he felt something move under his skin. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" She demanded.

Of all the things to happen, throwing up moving sludge and blood onto the white carpet, and onto the front of his mother was probably the worse. Seeing what was still in his body was enough to make his stomach convulse again. He fell to his knees weakly, one hand holding his throat, which was now searing in pain, the other holding his stomach. Once more his stomach empties itself, leaving only yellow bile.

There was no need to look up, his mother stood stock still in front of him, mortified about what just happened but also starting to turn red in rage.

"Masaru, take this piece of shit to the basement. I don't want him anywhere near any of my things!" Her voice was low and dangerous.

"H-hos-pital." Katsuki croaked. He normally would not have even tried to argue but all he could taste was blood, and everything hurt so bad.

His plea fell on deaf ears as he was grabbed by his hair and pulled down the hall. The stairs down into the basement were steep, and not well managed in his condition. His father let him fall down the last half instead of trying to keep him upright.

It had been a long time since he had been down there, his mother had always preferred to get rid of him as opposed to having him under her nose where someone might happen to see or hear him.

Masaru pulled him farther into the dark, depositing him in the unfinished furnace room. Cold metal was snapped over his hands sending him into a panic.

"F-fuck y-y-ou." Pain and humiliation aside, Katsuki wasn't going to break, he couldn't, because if he did now there would be no coming back from that.

The cuffs kept him from using his quirk, the dirty rag shoved in his mouth followed by one tied around his head kept him from speaking. The chain wrapped around his already damaged throat had no purpose except to remind him he was nothing more than a dog to them.

His father's foot steps could be heard heading back upstairs.

The darkness was welcomed. He didn't want to feel like this ever again.

The was kept out of school for three days. Those three days were torture. He was not given anything to eat or drink. His restraints did not let him move more than a few inches in either direction. And to make it that much more humiliating there was nowhere for him to relieve himself.

The hag took a photo with her phone with a laughing sneer before having him released.

"Now get out. You are not welcome back here again. You have proven you are not worth the effort." She stated. His father pushed him out the front door, filthy, starved, and in too much pain to truly comprehend his predicament.

Sock feet padded along the dark street softly. Had the way not been so ingrained in his limbs he doubted he would have been able to get there. Arriving at the door, he found he couldn't lift his arm to knock, instead he slumped against the wood and sank down.

Bright light made him groan and turn to his side. It took several minutes for the last few days to come back to him. When they did he winced inward before cracking an eye.

He was laying on his futon, tucked into several fluffy blankets in a clean pair of pants. The old man must have cleaned him up. Well fuck, who needed humility anyway?

His throat was still killing him, enough that he couldn't call out. Banging his fist on the floor was the best he could do to get Suku's attention. The man appeared a few moment's later with water and a bowl of soup.

"I healed what I could. Your throat was too severely damaged for me to fix completely, you need surgery for that."

"What happens if I can't get it?" His voice was low and sounded as if he had be gargling rocks.

"Well, I doubt you will be yelling anytime soon, and you're probably going to have that rasp for the rest of your life. Swallowing will also be challenging. Liquids for now, eventually solid foods just in very small bites."

"Could have been worse." The words hurt but he forced them out anyway because he was not a pussy. "Though the hag made it clear I will not be welcomed back so … yeah … homeless."

The man scoffed and held the cup out so Katsuki could take a drink.

"Don't be dramatic. That place was never a home anyway. You are where you need to be. Now, hurry up and drink this before your stomach shrivels into non-existence."

"Fucking pushy." He snorted, though regretted it right away.

Slowly he came back around to his normal, bitchy self, but now with more nightmare fuel. Eventually he made it back to school, no one questioned his absence after seeing the videos of the villain attack, nor did they think to ask about the dark scarring that refused to leave his neck, it wrapped all the way around and surprisingly had nothing to due with the sludge. Fucking chains rubbed like a mother-fucker.

Sucking up what little dignity he had left though he did go out of his way to corner a certain little someone after class.

The boy gave a shaky smile.

"Glad to s-see you're feeling better Kacchan."

"Alright, listen up nerd, I am only going to say this once," He hated how his voice wouldn't go above a harsh whisper now. "Thank you."

"W-what?" The boy's eyes were blown wide, and he was shaking even more now. Katsuki scowled.

"I said I was only gonna say it once." He growled out before shoving his hands deep in his pockets. "All those fucking hero's and you were the only one to step up. It was stupid as hell, I hope your mom grounded or some shit, but I still fucking appreciate it."

Midoryia gave a small laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, yeah she was not happy with me at all. But, you looked like you needed saving."

Katsuki snorted and turned from the boy.

"Well, I guess I owe you one then, and Bakugou fucking Katsuki always keeps his word." He stalked off before he could catch whatever fucking feelings Deku was spewing that made him turn into water-works. Maybe the little shit had a quirk after all, quirk name; Emotional turbulence. He was tired, he couldn't think of a better fucking joke but he gave himself points for even attempting humour at that point.

At the clinic he was sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the high school application form as if it had personally offended him. UA was his top choice, he would be accepted, he had no doubts about that. There was nothing but confidence in his quirk usage and in his intelligence. But, that was one hefty tuition bill.

His second option was a public high school, he could take some general heroic courses and try to work his way up to a Pro after joining the work force. The idea of pushing paperwork while others his age did Hero work was insulting though.

Groaning as loud as his throat would let him, he slammed his forehead into the table with purpose. The slight ache gave him something else to focus on for a moment.

"Is that anyway to treat the poor table?" Suku huffed as he shuffled behind him to get a cup of tea.

"Fuck the table. It's a ugly ass piece of shit."

"At least it has enough sense not to damage itself."

Katsuki glared up at the man.

"If this table had a brain, it would have thrown itself off an overpass years ago just to rid the world of its hideousness."

Suku clicked his tongue in thought.

"I know a few people that should do that. Much too ugly to be allowed to live."

It was dark humour but it made Katsuki smirk anyway.

"Yeah, I know a few of those too."

The man dropped heavily onto the chair to his left.

"So what had you all bothered?"

"Don't suppose you'll be paying me to work here anytime soon?" Katsuki sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. The man gave a laugh.

"Not unless we come across a large sum of unmarked bills."

With a hum Katsuki sat back and stared harder at the paper.

"UA was always the goal, the only thing the Hag and the Doormat would have been good for was to pay for it. I don't know how I am gonna pull this."

The conversation came to an abrupt halt when the front door opened, the small bell signalling the arrive of clients. Looking up through his Kitsune mask Katsuki got the impression that these were not normal clients though.

Several large, armed men, took up posts around the room before two more men entered. One was being held up by the other, his face pale and sweating. By the dark suits and tattoos it was highly possible they were Yakuza.

Suku did not hesitate to stand and motion the men over to his table. Katsuki followed a few steps behind, eyes scanning the weapons continuously.

"What happened?"

"He was hit by some quirk. He immediately started to throw up blood, and collapsed." The tall dark haired man said smoothly as he laid his comrade down onto the bed. This was obviously the leader, the expensive pressed suit, and thousands of dollars worth of jewellery were clue enough, but his sharp, intelligent eyes sealed it.

With a thoughtful hum Suku went about checking over the man.

"Kitsune. Grab me some fluids, and my stethoscope."

Katsuki moved to follow the command, but came up short when the leader stepped in front of him and held up a hand to stop.

"Suku." The man said slowly, eyes taking in all of Katsuki. "Who is this? Last I checked you ran this place alone."

The old man raised an eyebrow.

"I am getting old Kenichi, can't move like I used too. It only make sense to have some help. I trust Kitsune with my life and I personally vouch for him."

"I trust you Suku. My father trusted you. But new faces are something entirely different."

His long fingers came up to pull at the base of Katsuki's mask. Katsuki acted on impulse by slapping the hand away.

"Last I checked this wasn't a fucking petting zoo." He snapped, his damaged voice low but clear. Guns, and quirks were levelled his way, he continued as if he didn't notice. "I can either help or I can wait outside. But I don't need to stand here and be pawed at."

Silence fell, broken only by the injured man's laboured breathing.

"Alright kid. But you have my attention."

"Lucky me."

*next chapter*

Katsuki wasn't stupid, and he really did have some degree of self restraint, but hovering Yakuza members with weapons, watching his every move put him on edge. Unfortunately his defence against being put in stressful situations was to be a snarky little shit.

Some might find it endearing, these men probably weren't those some.

"I am not going to lie, this does not look good. Whatever that quirk was that hit him attacked his organs. He is bleeding internally." Suku quickly placed one hand on the mans forehead, one on his chest above his heart. The soft golden light danced between his fingers. He held it for a long time, longer than Katsuki had seem him do before.

A moment later he sagged under his own weight. Katsuki rushed forward to help him stand.

"Take me to my bed Kitsune. I need to rest." He breathed. "Hook him to an IV with a morphine drip, I did what I could, the only thing left is to make him comfortable to see if he will pull through."

"Will do old man." After settling Suku, Katsuki walked back out to the clinic. Half the men had left to smoke outside, leaving the room less crowded but Kenichi remained, lounging in one of the spare chairs taken from the kitchen. His dark eyes peered though heavy lids. "You ever get tired of staring Rolex?"

The man paused before glancing at his watch, the source of his newfound nickname.

"I like to be aware of my surroundings, including the people in it."

"It's fucking creepy." Katsuki deadpanned. Rooting through the drawers he found the morphine along with a IV bag. He had them ready to go when he felt the presence at his right shoulder. "Gonna hold my hand too?"

The sharp metal pushed into his back gave him pause, he glanced down at the gun before letting his eyes look up at Kenichi. They stared for a long second before Katsuki gave a shrug and went back to work.

The man huffed a laugh.

"I am not sure if I should be impressed or concerned kid." He admitted, though the gun didn't leave. Katsuki finished what he was doing then tuned to face man with an unimpressed scowl. Without a word he placed his palm on the end of the gun. "Do you have a death wi …?"

The condensed explosion shot down the barrel of the gun, blowing the chambered bullet out the side, effectively destroying the weapon without even making too much of a mess.

Kenichi held the gun up to his eyes, surveying the damage. Katsuki walked past him to the kitchen, putting on a kettle to make tea. There was a tense silence as the men stayed frozen, waiting for their bosses reaction.

Katsuki was having a silent argument with himself. Maybe he really did have a death wish because that had been a stupid move, but really, what asshole just threatened someone for hooking up an IV?

Deciding that, fuck them this was his safe place, he pulled out two mugs and set them on the kitchen table. He chose a green tea, that was said to have a calming effect, Suku had bought it specifically for him with the words "To calm the fuck down." Muttered under his breath.

Carefully pouring two cup Katsuki sat at his end of the table before making eye contact with Kenichi and pushing the other cup towards him.

Another beat of silence. So this was how he dies, he mused as he took a careful sip of the hot beverage.

The Yakuza boss tossed the weapon to one of his men before pulling his chair into the table to accept the tea. His eyes stayed on Katsuki's face as he took his own sip.

"You should come work for me."

Ok. Unexpected, Katsuki lowered the cup.

"Still in school asshole. And Suku needs my help."

"Neither of those things actually pay. And by the look of those jeans and sneakers you could use a little change."

He couldn't really argue that but he would rather explode his own foot before joining a fucking Yakuza gang. Katsuki set his cup down, careful to keep his expression neutral, really he had played with his life enough for one day.

"My future plans do not include racking up a criminal record." He said slowly. "Despite my colourful vocabulary and general appearance I am not a villain."

The man chuckled.

"Villain is such a nasty word. Most criminals are not villains you know. That small time thief is just trying to feed his family. That prostitute is trying to pay for collage. Those gang members are abandoned kids trying to survive. They aren't villains, they are just people down on their luck."

Katsuki sipped his tea.

"People that made their choices. My choice is to not get involved in any of that. I am going to be a hero."

"A hero huh?"

"Problem with that?"

"No. I find Hero's that come from your kind of background actually do it for the right reasons. Still, hero schools cost money." He took another sip. "I am a business man, Kitsune? Was it? I own legitimate businesses all over this city. I am always on the look out for hard workers."

Katsuki was about to open his mouth to turn the bastard down again when Suku came behind him and rested a hand on his shoulder.

"He will think about it Kenichi. Why don't you leave your card?"

"What the fuck old man? I don't need no fucking charity."

"Oh, not charity, you will be working hard. But by the look of you you're not scared of a little physical labour." Kenichi smirked.

What ever-the-fuck was going on was leaving Katsuki feeling confused, but he did trust Suku to help him figure it out after the gang members were gone.

Suku went back to the man that was still out cold on the bed. With hands on his forehead and chest respectively Suku closed his eyes and concentrated.

"Hmmm," he frowned. "He will need to rest but I think he will make it. He can stay here for the night or I can prep his for transport so your people can keep an eye on him."

"Go ahead and prep him I have taken up enough of your precious time as is is Suku."

A shiny black car was pulled up to the end of the alley while the man was moved to a make-shift stretcher. The gang members seemed intent of covering all angles to the clinic front so it left Katsuki and one other burly man to move the patient. When he was secured Katsuki slid back into the clinic in time to see Kenichi handing a bundle of bills over to Suku.

"Your work is always appreciated. I feel I need to give you a heads up though, there is a new gang hanging around the south streets. Seem to be eyeing my territory which would bring them to your door."

"I do not concern myself with the street politics." Suku huffed.

"No, but they might take exception to that. They have some pretty radical ideals when it comes to power, and control. Just a warning old friend." Kenichi turned and caught eyes with Katsuki. The wad of bills that was tossed to him was smaller but no less impressive. The teen snarled and shoved it back into the man's chest a little harder than necessary .

"I barely did shit, I don't want your fucking money." He snapped. The boss chuckled and tossed it to Suku instead.

"Fine. Let it stock up the clinic than." His smirk was amused. "Rare to find a teen that isn't a little swayed by money. Here is the card for a local clean-up crew. They do demolitions and clean up debris. Let my manager know I sent you, you can earn some cash to pay for that hero school."

Katsuki was two seconds from telling him what he could do with that card when Suku slid it out of his hand to hold on to.

"Thank you Kenichi. Bring your man back if anything gets worse."

The boss gave a small bow then waltzed from the clinic, leaving a faint scent of expensive cologne and cigars.

Suku sighed as he took the money to their room upstairs to tuck it safely away in a hidden wall panel. Katsuki was silent as he stripped the bed and started to disinfect everything.

The offer was not brought up again until Katsuki had a supper of rice an stir-fry laid out on the table.

"You know, at your age no one will probably hire you. This could give you actual work experience and money to live off of."

Katsuki couldn't argue with the man, he was housing him for free, and feeding him.

"I am not going to be around forever Kitsune, and I would like to know that you could at least support yourself if something were to happen." He paused and looked at the teen with something that could have been mistaken for concern. "I doubt you would want to be placed in foster care, a strong kid like you would probably be treated pretty bad. And your old house I don't think would be wise."

Katsuki abandoned his chopsticks and rubbed his hand on his pants, they were sweating and he didn't want to accidentally blow up his food.

"And this business, it's legit? I wouldn't be working for the Yakuza directly?"

The man chuckled and leaned over to tap the table to make his points.

"You'd be hard pressed to find a company in this city that wasn't run by Yakuza, dirty CEO's, or corrupt politicians. It is just the reality of the world we live in." He admitted. "But yes, the company is good. They clean up after villain attacks, and natural disasters. You could probably get a minor quirk license to use your explosions at work provided you can pass all the safety regulations."

"Pfft! Have you met me. I can do anything asshole!" Katsuki was actually offended the man didn't know that by now. "I could make enough for school?"

"Yes. You of course will still be here with me, so no need to spend it on an apartment or anything of the sort. In exchange for you helping me on your off hours of course. No dirty freeloaders welcome here."

Katsuki snorted a laugh, picking up his chopsticks again.

"Would be nice to train my quirk more." He admitted. "Alright. I'll head down there tomorrow after school. What do I do when they ask for parents signature, and home address? I'm gonna need that shit for the school forms too. UA doesn't you do their entrance exam without a parents permission."

The man gave him such a dry look the teen was obligated to feel a bit offended.

"Fourteen and you can't forge your parents signature? And you insist that you are smart." He sighed with a head shake. "As for the address, I am going to give you a bit of that money Kenichi gave us, you are going to go down and buy a PO box and a cell phone. Use those on all your forms. I suggest you convince your middle school of the change of address too. You wouldn't want the school to send anything important to that place."

Katsuki was staring at him for a long time, trying to ignore the fact that his eyes were a bit blurry.

"Why?" He suddenly croaked out, his throat getting quite sore from a day of snapping at gang members. "Why do you care?"

The old man reached up and pulled the mask down from the bottom half of his face, showing the abundance of old scars that criss-crossed through the stubble.

"Having a rough start to life does not define who we are Kitsune." He said with a soft smile. "Us throw-aways need to stick together. Plus," He smiled a bit more sinisterly, "who else is gonna wash my laundry for free, brat? Child labour, it is the way to go!"

"Fuck you old man." Katsuki used the back of his hand to wipe the dampness from his eyes. "I'm just waiting for you to keel over so I can take your stuff."

*next chapter*

School, work, clinic and nightmares were put on repeat. Exhaustion was his constant state but he pushed through, knowing it wouldn't be this hard forever.

The entrance exam to UA was coming up and he was starting to feel the pressure.

It was lunch time at school and he was hunched over his Hero law book, tucked behind one of the few trees on the school property. It was the only place he could go that all the damn extra's didn't constantly bother him.

He had just finished the chapter when some loud voices caught his attention. Deku stood a little bit away, holding his book-bag to his chest. The nerd looked a bit more healthy, put on some muscle, but there still wasn't a mean bone in his body to tell the two assholes fucking with him to go sit on a pole and spin.

Normally he would have looked away, but the nerd had saved his life, he owed him more than a smack down on his current bullies.

Carefully marking his place in his book he stood up and approached the trio. He was behind Deku, so the boy didn't see him coming but the other two did. They gave him expectant smirks that quickly turned into hesitant frowns. Deku paused at their looks before realizing they were looking over his shoulder.

"Oh!" The boy flinched back. "H-hello Kacchan."

"Oi! You fuckers don't have anything better to do? Go study or something so your dumb asses don't have to repeat your last year of middle school!" He stepped around Midoriya to put himself between him and the bullies. His now quiet, rough voice some how made him even more intimidating.

The two boys scowled at him.

"What the hell Bakugou? Last year you would have been right here with us putting this quirkless loser in his place!"

"Yeah, and if last year me was here, I'd bitch slap him too. Gods knows I'd fucking deserved it." Katsuki shoved his hands deep in his pockets, if only to take away the temptation to blow their asses up. "Deku never did anything to you fuckers so step off and leave him alone. I find you so much as looking at him again I will blast you into next fucking week, you understand me?" He had moved forward as he spoke, now nose to nose with the bigger of the two.

The extra's thought process was written all over his face. First he was pissed, but then he hesitated, scared, then before he could lose too much credit he put on a look of false bravado.

"Tsk. Whatever. He isn't worth it anyway. You've changed Bakugou."

Katsuki didn't bother to respond, but nor did he back off. He stared at them without blinking until they scurried away like two mutts with their tails between their legs.

"T-thanks Kacchan. That was really nice of you."

Katsuki froze, he had really forgotten the idiot was still behind him, slowly he turned to side eye the greenette.

"Whatever. I owe you more then that." He turned and gave the other teen a quick up and down. "You been training nerd?"

"Ahh, yeah, actually. I have a new coach and he's been really great. Only a few more weeks till UA entrance exam. I'm actually kinda nervous, everything I have looked up has pointed at a very physical practical and …" And he continued. Katsuki wasn't sure why he was still standing there listening to nerd go off about the past exams, the muttering getting so fast and low that he could barely make it out. Slowly Midoriya became aware that he was still talking and that Katsuki was still staring at him. "Oh … sorry." His face flushing red.

Rolling his eyes to the sky Katsuki sighed, placed his hand on the nerds head, giving his hair a rough ruffle.

"Just don't die ok Deku?" He grunted before turning and walking off.

"O-ok Kacchan! See you later!" The boy yelled after him.

Fucking Suku was making him soft. That had to be it. Or maybe that sludge villain knocked something loose

After school he walked to the clinic to try and finish his homework and sleep before he had to get up at four thirty the next day to make it to his current work site. There had been a large area effected by a villain attack that need to be cleaned. Though by his first impression it showed more burning damage then physical damage. Which meant fucking Endeavour, the hero that had attended the call, burnt down a good chunk of a poor neighbourhood. At least the flaming trashcan was paying for them to clean it up.

Things at the clinic had gotten busy, and since he was walking there everyday he had made it a point to hide his mask and a change of clothes father away from the front door. So far no one had questioned the boy wearing his Kitsune mask down a few busy streets before disappearing in the dark alley.

He hadn't expected to walk into a shit storm but that's what happened. Apparently that poor neighbourhood hadn't been completely evacuated properly, and now it's displaced recidents were here. None of these people could afford proper medical care, which was the whole point of the clinic, but what Suku was planning on doing with all of them was a mystery.

Without being asked too, Katsuki tossed his bag into the kitchen and started triaging the people. The most sever were asked to sit to the left of the room. The ones that could stand to wait but still needed serious help to the right. Everyone else Katsuki took outside, with two large first aid kits over each shoulder.

He went back in to grab the kitchen table. The ugly thing was at least sturdy, and a stack of clean linen. Setting the table up he put the first sheet over it set out a tray of disinfectant and his supplies. A thorough hand wash and a box of gloves and he was ready to go.

Burns, cuts, sprains, and all other minor injuries were tended too. Mild painkillers were given out like candy and more than a few tears were shed. Katsuki slipped into the actual clinic every now and than to make sure Suku was still standing and if he needed anything.

Finally around two in the morning things were cleared out. Five of the worst patients were taking up the offered futons while everyone else had wondered off to find somewhere to sleep.

Suku looked to be in rough shape. Over using his quirk by a lot.

Katsuki pulled out the instant ramen, something he would normally never do, and boiled the water. Just to add some nutritional value he added the left over pork from last nights meal. He handed one to Suku and they settled down to eat.

"I think in the morning, I am going to call in a few favour to help sort out the rest of those poor souls and the few I have down stairs." He admitted with a frown. "I still know a top notch medics that would help. Best if they didn't all clog up one place."

"Do you want me to stay?" Katsuki asked. His job was important but he wasn't about to abandon his mentor.

"No. Your are not playing hooky on my account you damn delinquent, go to work!" He huffed. "Now go get a little sleep or you will die half way through your shift."

"I ain't the one that looks like a walking corpse right now old man." He snorted but still climbed the ladder into the upstairs room. He was out before his head properly settled into the pillow.

No living being should have to wake up at four thirty in the damn morning. Why did this time even exist? Fuck everything.

Katsuki shuffled down towards the train station. Pausing only to remove his mask at a nearby park before hoping on the first train going in the right direction. He allowed himself a short twenty minute nap before forcing himself to pay attention. He had to make his next stop and run to the connecting train all within five minutes.

Six thirty he was finally rolling up on the work site. The manager, a hulking woman with a buffalo mutation quirk, was the only one there so far. Katsuki wondered over to her side and looked over the plans.

"Oh, Bakugou. Good to see you my boy!" She handed him a hardhat and a pair of specialized quirk-cancellation work gloves. They were brought in special for him so that the large amount of dangerous sweat he produced didn't kill anybody. They didn't actually cancel his quirk, they just contained neutralizers to stop the sweat he made from being dangerous. Once he took them off it was right back to business. "Got your quirk license on you?"

He held up the card from his lanyard. He jumped through a lot of hoops but those assholes at the labour board were actually impressed by his control. And how well he could increase or decrease his explosions power.

"Good stuff. I have you near the centre of all this. No civilians in there, and most of the stuff is too messed up to be salvageable. I just want you breaking it down, and hauling it out to the bin on the side street, over here. Got it?"

"Tch. Didn't realize I looked like a moron. I got it boss-lady. Won't be a problem."

The intense physical labour and the constant use of his quirk had stripped his body of any fat reserves he once had, leaving only his cheeks slightly rounded with a bit of baby fat. Still he was mistaken for a much older teen a lot of the time which was why no one questioned him being on the construction site. It also had the misfortune of giving the others on the crew the mind that he needed to hear all their dirty jokes and sexual innuendoes.

Fucking extras.

He had put in his best effort all day, only stopping to eat lunch when the manager gave him a scary glare. By the end of it he was ready to pass out. Saturday nights at the clinic were usually busy too, even with out the influx of displaced people, so he doubted he would be getting any rest right away.

"Bakugou."

He heard his name and finished what he was doing. Quitting time.

As he approached the manager his strides slowed and he had to swallow back a curse when he noted the one and only Kenichi standing at her side. The man's eyes found him and narrowed in scrutiny.

The hair would of course match what he had seen the night, as would the red eyes, any moron would have put two and two together so Katsuki wasn't surprised when the man cracked a grin.

The boss didn't speak to him right away thank the gods. Instead he held up a handful of envelopes.

"Payday my loyal employees." He announced, in a regal yet sickeningly charming kind of way. He read out the names and personally gave out the cheques. Of course his had to be the last name in the pile. "Bakugou Katsuki." The dark eye rose up to his, rolling the name off his tongue a few more times as Katsuki stepped forward to snare the envelope from his hands.

"You always show up on payday Rolex?" Katsuki snapped, well more mumbled with the debris bothering his throat.

"I like to make sure all my employees know they are important to me, so I try to show up at least once a month … though when I heard I had hired a foul-mouthed explosion user I had to come down to see for myself." He paused and tilted his stupid head like a stupid dog. "I admit I am a bit surprised, I didn't think you would take me up on my offer."

"You can go thank Suku. I was going to tell you to go fuck yourself." Katsuki stated as he started to gather up his things.

"I bet you were. In fact you probably have and will again."

"Damn straight." Katsuki confirmed only to pause when the man put a friendly arm over his shoulder.

"How do you like it so far? Tell me everything."

"Get off me you nosy prick." Katsuki shrugged off the arm and faced the man properly, only to see that smug smirk. "It's fucking fine. I get to work out and train all in one place, legally, and I get paid to do it. What the fuck else is there?"

"Not spreading yourself too thin I hope. How are your grades?"

"The fuck …?" The man chuckled as Katsuki rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Mind your own business Rolex, my grades, or anything else outside of this worksite are none of your fucking concern."

He laughed. The self-centred, egotistical fuck-wad was actually laughing at him.

"Katsuki, you are an angry, charming little fuck! If you ever want a change of jobs please just let me know. I have much more interesting high paying positions that you would be perfect for." Kenichi chuckled, wiping a tear.

"Should have fucking exploded you when I had the chance." Katsuki replied, deadpan and completely serious.

"Maybe." He was still smirking. "Give my regards to Suku. And Katsuki," he moved closer and his voice dropped. "Take this." It was his personal business card. "If any of my 'friends' from Shie Hassaikai come poking around or give Suku trouble, you let me know."

At this the teen finally looked something other than annoyed.

"Why would they give us problems? Suku doesn't deal in the politics, he is pretty fucking adamant about it. Everyone is welcome regardless of affiliation."

The man nodded and clasped a hand onto the younger's shoulder.

"True, but this crew is under a young leader that has an agenda. If he can't convince someone to join him they usually aren't seen again. Having the old healer on his payroll would be a minor detail, the true aim is to keep him out of everyone else's hands."

With that the man gave his shoulder a squeeze and walked away.

It was on Katsuki's mind all the way back to the clinic, that was thankfully empty when he arrived. He went through the motions of cleaning and cooking supper, his sour mood being brushed off by Suku as lack of sleep.

Suku had been living on or around these street for the majority of this life, he knew the ins and outs better Katsuki, so the teen decided to let the old man handle it. He saved the number he had been given just in case but other wise put the whole conversation on the back burner. He had UA to worry about.

*next chapter*

The UA gates were tall and intimidating. Several tables sat outside, with faculty members checking off names and handing out ID badges for all the participants to gain one day access to the campus and one of the three urban-fight grounds in which they would be tested.

Katsuki stood in the line, waiting to sign in when he turned and see a familiar face in the next line over. The nerd looks like he is gonna throw up. Big emerald eyes glanced up and gave a start in seeing him. Katsuki gave him a small nod, which got his a big smile and a wave.

Fucking Deku. Hopefully he keeps his promise and doesn't get himself killed.

The Pro-hero Snipe handed him a plastic participant pass and waved him in, he internalized his fanboy moment.

There were hundreds of kids wandering around the vast campus grounds. Some stood out with impressive mutation quirks, others were very unassuming. Katsuki kept his mouth shut as he made his way to the auditorium for the run down of the test, he didn't want to pull the attention of these extras, it was the admission committee that he needed to impress.

Sliding into a seat near the back he cast a look around. Immediately his eyes fell on two Pro's standing off to the side of the stage. The fucking Cockatoo and the zombie-looking asshole. Huh. He remembered Suku saying something to Sleep-deprivation about being a teacher, and he had asked about the UA entrance exam. Really he should have put two and two together.

Unsurprisingly it was the Cockatoo that took his place in the middle of the stage. His voice echoing off the walls and instantaneously giving him a headache.

The rules were simple enough, though he suspected the fuckers weren't telling them everything. The group was split into three and each given a ground to report to. Katsuki stood and made his way through the throngs of hopeful students towards the side door. A prickle at the back of his neck made him glance around. His eyes met Eraserhead's tired gaze, the man was too far away to be able to make out details but he was sure he saw the Hero straighten with possible recognition.

Katsuki hated lying, his parents did that to him enough that he tried to avoid it no matter what. Yes, he used a different name and wore a mask at the clinic, but on his employment papers and everything for the school he had been truthful with his identification. Had he used a alias and they found out they would have stripped him of any chance to become a hero. Still, it made him nervous to think the Hero's now had a name and could track him back to his parents house if they really looked. He doubted the bastards had filed a missing persons report, they really didn't give two shits where he was, but if a Hero came by snooping they might do it just to cover their own asses. It was something he would have to deal with at some point he was sure.

It was a fairly warm day, which was good, because the jog to ground beta was enough to get a thin layer of sweat to form over his palms. He rolled his shoulders and started to stretch out his legs when an extra in front of him tripped on something with a startled yelp. On instinct he reached out and caught the falling student, not the first extra, but the invisible bitch behind him.

"You alright?" Katsuki grumbled lifting her to her feet. He assumed it was a girl by the delicate scent of her shampoo, but he hated to guess.

"I … I'm fine. H-how did you know I was here?!" She demanded, the flattening of the grass in front of her showed a foot stomp to go with that demand. Katsuki scoffed at her.

"Because I'm not fucking stupid." He growled. Suddenly he glanced in her direction. "Are you fucking naked?" She squeaked in embarrassment. Before she could add anything he pulled out a rag from his pocket and held it out. "You're gonna want to wipe any of my sweat off your skin, that shit can cause problems."

He watched the rag raise into the air and take a few swipes before being held back towards him.

Pushing it back into his pocket he glanced around at the others, subconsciously blocking the girl from being ran into.

"Um, thanks." She said softly. "I don't have access to materials that will blend with my quirk, so it's kinda embarrassing but it's necessary if I want to do this."

"Tch. I don't care, just stay far away from me, my explosions have a wide range, and the debris will be sharp and hot."

"Oh. Oh, ok, yeah. Thanks for telling me."

The Cockatoo came over the loud speakers. Fucker didn't even count them down, just said go. Fortunately Katsuki was wired and was quick on the draw. He used his explosions to rocket over the crowd now fighting to get through the doors of ground Beta. A quick area scan told him most of the three pointers were at the back of the area. That was his first stop.

Explosions lit up the area before the resounding boom shook the walls. He was careful to leave the structures undamaged, they hadn't said property damage would lose them points but if this were real life he wasn't going to be like the Dumpster-fire Endeavour and just burn whole communities to the ground for an arrest.

Time and his fellow competitors were forgotten as he fell into the easy rhythm of the fight. A feral grin stretched his lips as he let loose again and again. This was amazing.

When the final buzzer sounded, he landed softly on the top of one of the tallest buildings. His insides were warm and fuzzy. The soft laugh on his lips could not be contained. He had counted seventy-seven points, he was pretty sure that would be sufficient to pass.

Looking around he saw the hordes of students, slower and more subdued now, making their way back out towards the grounds. He followed suit, touching down to the side of the people.

"They are gonna post the result when they send out the acceptance letters." He heard one extra saying in front of him. "I guess even if you don't place they still let you know."

"I wonder what the cut off is to be sent to general studies?"

Katsuki doubted he had to worry about that. He moved away from the pack to find his book bag, that he had discarded before entering the auditorium. He needed to change his shirt before he walked back to the clinic, it was drenched and he didn't feel like blowing up from a random spark.

He had just peeled off his shirt when someone cleared their throat behind him. The spot was pretty secluded so the odds of some random happening upon him were slim, also he had not even sensed them come up behind him, which made him think he knew who it was. Taking a moment to pull on his new shirt, ignoring the gut wrenching feeling that the man had seen the scars on his back, Katsuki finally turned around to come face to face with Sleep-deprivation personified.

"That was an impressive showing."

"I did fucking say I would blow them out of the water." Katsuki sneered. He was under the assumption the man had already figured it out, and he was not wrong.

"Yes. You did." The man scanned his face. "Have you figured out the necessary finances?"

Katsuki eyed him, wondering what to tell the man, and what would keep him from going to his parents if he didn't like the answers. Finally he decided on the truth.

"I got a job. I should be set by the end of the fucking summer to pay everything."

The man hummed as he pulled a file from the back of his jumper. It had Katsuki's name on it.

The form that was pulled out had his parents names and their forged signatures.

"Your parents not willing to help? Since you were with Suku I expected to find death certificates, not an address is a well to do neighbourhood." He studied Katsuki for a reaction, the teen made sure to give none. "Then, I figured I would find a missing person report for some one matching your description. Didn't find one of those either."

"My parents have a pretty hard stance on being independent." He said, it wasn't a lie per say, but he wasn't about to get into his shitty home life and risk being tossed in some group home to be forgotten about until he turned eighteen. The man studied his face, a frown prominent. "I hang out with Suku because me and my mother don't get along the best at times. Nothing to worry your exhausted head about."

That got him a glare.

"And if I send a cop over to their address, that does not match the one on your application I might add, what are they going to find?"

"A pissy model and a fashion-designer push over. My room is at the top of the stairs. All the basic amenities, not secret torture devices." Those were is the basement, he added to his own mind.

"Alright. But if I have two pissed off parents show up at this school stating you were not given permission to attend we are going to have a sit down and a serious talk."

"I doubt it is in them to be pissy about anything I do that doesn't effect them directly. They'd be more mad if you show up there because you'd be interrupting their day."

The two shared a look. Katsuki knew the man was not buying his bullshit, but if Aizawa voiced that he was going to have to go straight to the cops with too little information. Finally the man gave a nod.

"Alright Bakugou. Have a good summer then, and I will see you at the start of term." He paused and held out his hand. "Cell phone."

Katsuki was about to tell him to fuck off, but as soon as one of the man's eyebrows raised he huffed and dug through his bag for it.

"You're one of those fuckers that walks into the classroom and everybody shuts up instantaneously aren't you?" Katsuki muttered, he had a few of those teachers before. Strict bastards that demanded respect, but for the most part at leas they were fair. Aizawa gave a noncommittal grunt as he took the phone, programming two numbers into it. The first was his own that he labelled Aizawa Shouta, and the second was labeled Yamada Hizashi.

It took the phone hitting his hand that Katsuki immediately erased the names and replaced them with 'Walking-dead' and 'Cockatoo'. Aizawa shook his head but spoke without cursing him out at least.

"If you need anything please message one of us."

"Message? So if I lose an arm in a villain fight you expect me to type that shit out?"

The look of utter done-ness that crossed the man's face was enough to make Katsuki smirk. Aizawa turned on his heel and started to walk away without another word. Had he been able to yell he would have spouted some snarky shit for all the nearby extras to hear, but no he was stuck just snickering to himself.

Katsuki grabbed his things and blended into the crowds to leave.

He had walked about twenty minutes when he noticed the air started to become hazy with either smog or maybe smoke. Pausing he took a tentative sniff of the air. Definitely smoke. His pace picked up as he got closer to his side of town, the smoke getting thicker.

People had to be dodged as he was in an all out run. The kitsune mask was pulled from his bag and pulled on quickly as he burst onto the closest street to the clinic. Fights were broken out all over the place, men in suits and plague masks stood armed on the corners of the blocks. Local vagrants were being rounded up into a small terrified huddle, along with drug dealers and other gang members.

Ignoring the violence Katsuki had eyes for only one thing. The building the clinic was in was on fire!

One thug had his head smashed back against the brick wall when he tried to grab Katsuki before he could slip into the alley way. Moving fast he got to the clinic door, only to have to take a step back to shield his face from the bright orange flames.

"Suku!" It came out as a strangled whisper, "Suku!" Barely above a talking voice this time. There was no way he would be able to get the man's attention if he was inside. Sparking off the access sweat Katsuki did something stupid, he took a deep breath and shouldered his way through the burning door into the front room. Smoke filled everything making it next to impossible to see, the heat caused the spare droplets of sweat covering his body to turn to sparks, lighting him up like a fucking Christmas tree.

Ignoring the small burns that started to litter his body he moved swiftly through the place, unable to locate the old man. Upstairs was completely engulfed, if the man had been up there he would not have made it.

A beam from the ceiling fell in front of him, showering him in sparks that ignited more sweat. Unable to hold his breath any longer, Katsuki burst back out into the alley way, gasping in still hot breaths of air. Steam rose off his body as he stood there for a moment, eyes locked on the building. '

Maybe the man had got out? Was he out in the shit show on the street. In the distant he could hear sirens heading that way but they would not reach them in time, the building was destroyed.

He had to find Suku.

Coming back out to the mouth of the alleyway, he quickly scanned the crowd. There were already a few bodies splayed across the pavement, people that refused to bend to the Yakuza gang in front of them. Others were being led away, for unknown purposes.

Another thug slapped a hand down on Katsuki's still steaming shoulder. Without thinking the teen turned, trapped the mans arm, and punched him to the throat before sweeping his legs to drop him onto the pavement. Another punch to the face knocked him out. Katsuki looked around, spying a fire escape to his left. He quickly jumped up to grab the edge, effortlessly pulling himself up to perch on the rail to get a better look.

There. Suku was standing in front of a huddled group of homeless people, he looked disheveled, blood running down half of his face, and his hands were bound in front of him. He looked to be advocating for their safety to a young man with a bird mask, gloves, and short chopped brown hair.

Katsuki could not yell to tell the man to watch out, instead he had to act. Using his explosion he flew forward, arms outreached as he watched the Yakuza boss remove one of his gloves and reach out towards Suku's face.

His approach did not go unnoticed, a yellowish barrier appeared around the pair. Katsuki could not change course quick enough and crashed into it, sending him tumbling into a group of thugs.

A quick explosion sent them flying as Katsuki got his feet back under him just in time to turn and see the Yakuza boss tilt his head in amusement.

"And this must be your young apprentice is it Suku? Did you even consult him with your decision to defy me?" The man's voice was pompous and grated on Katsuki's nerves.

The old man stood as tall as his old back would allow.

"To defy you, Chisaki Kai, is to be human, and to know right from wrong. Your views, your ways are just evil! Even one as young as Kitsune would know that there was no other option." The old man looked at Katsuki, a small smile on his face. "I am sorry Kitsune."

Katsuki's life froze. There was no blood, no dramatic end. Chisaki reached out, touched Suku's neck, and the light left the old man's eyes.

Something fragile and innocent broke in Katsuki. It broke and left nothing but pure, hot rage in it's wake.

*next chapter*

The body sunk down as a hand full of thugs came rushing forward. Katsuki's eyes were locked on the scene in front him, barely noticing anything else. Though when he did snap to attention his eyes rose to the gold ones in front of him. He held that cold smile with a glare of his own as he almost lazily lifted an arm and blew an approaching gang member away.

More explosions came fast and hot as Katsuki's sunk into his combat mode. At least there he couldn't feel the burning hole that was in his chest.

The quirk was only used for small stuns, larger would have hurt the innocent, and even in his state he refused to be a murderer, at least of the innocent, the golden eye fuck was a different story. He relied more on his hand to hand training to power through the low level gang members in his pursuit of the boss.

He took several hard hits, including a knife into his upper right shoulder, the pain never came. Even when a knee was slammed into his floating ribs, the resound crack was loud enough to be heard, he felt nothing. Instead he just reached out to grab the obstacles shirt front and pulled him into a nasty head-butt that shattered the nose and possibly an orbital bone.

Chisaki walked away at a leisurely pace, still protected by the barrier, and unconcerned for the destruction being wrought behind him. He did pause for a moment to throw an off hand comment behind him to Katsuki, who had again been knocked down but was struggling to regain his footing.

"When you have calmed down, come find me. I will allow you to try and regain Suku's honour, but know if I beat you, I will make you my best soldier."

The Shie Hassaikai seemed to disappear back into the shadows and vacated the streets before the cop cars and fire trucks arrived. In their wake was a block of destruction and death. Several locals seemed to want to approach Katsuki as he stood there, eyes turned back to the body laying on the cold ground. They thought better of it and kept their distance. Probably for the best.

Slowly Katsuki walked back. He dropped hard to his knees beside the old man, gently reaching out to turn him over and cradle his head in his lap. Bloody and bruised fingers reaching out to close the mans eyes before burying his face into Suku's old robes.

The guttural roar that came from the teen was both primal and heart wrenching. If the boy could taste nothing but copper from his torn throat after that he was too far gone to notice.

The late afternoon sun was blocked by black plums of smoke. Police and fireman swarmed onto the scene followed by Heroes. Katsuki felt a hand on his shoulder.

"You need to go Kitsune. You will get in trouble for using your quirk. Leave Suku, we will make sure he is treated with respect. Go. Hurry." The woman in dirty grey rags urged. Katsuki didn't want to let him go, but knew nothing good would come from being brought in by the police. He gave a silent nod before he carefully laid the man back down, crossing the wrinkled hands on his chest. Tears started to fall as the reality sunk in.

Turning quickly on his heel, he fled. A few yells came after him but no one came close to stopping him.

He ran until his legs burned, chest heaved and the tears died up. The park that he ended up in, late that night, was cold but empty. He carefully pulled himself into one of the covered jungle gyms. His backpack was thankfully still on and relatively in one piece.

A clap of thunder shook the plastic, and it was the only warning given before sheets of rain started to pour down. Some blew in through the side of the structure but for the most part he remained dry.

Being an emotional wreck aside, he knew he had to fins somewhere to go. He had no food, no supplies, and was injured. With possible yakuza and cops on his tail.

Pulling out his phone he looked at the four numbers that had been programmed into it. One he could never call again. That made the tears start up fresh. The other three stared back at him. Fuck if he was gonna call the Cockatoo.

Aizawa or Kenichi.

Hero or Yakuza.

One would have to report an injured, runaway to the proper authorities regardless of the circumstances. The other would probably use this to farther his argument to come work for him … hell, it might even work with how angry he felt.

Katsuki wiped his arms across his eyes and sniffled into the night. He didn't know.

"Hey." Came a soft but excitable voice. "You ok man?"

Katsuki's looked up, at the edge of the equipment was a boy about his age, bright engine red hair spiked to points, and teeth that rivalled a damn sharks. He was holding an umbrella, in a fucking thunder storm, but still smiling like a idiot. There was a brief thought that he looked familiar, but it slipped away when he felt another tug on his heart which made turn from the boy abruptly. Fucking extra did not need to see him cry.

"It's suppose to get pretty bad out. You got someplace to go?" Shitty-hair asked, crawling farther into the covered area to sit opposite Katsuki. "Hey! I remember you. You were at the exam today! Explosions right?! I heard the teachers talking they said you had the highest battle points since Allmight attended UA!"

Katsuki watched for a moment. There was no way the moron missed the soot covered, and bloody clothes or the forming bruises on his face yet still he sat there smiling stupidly.

"My name is Kirishima Eijiro, what's yours?"

"B-ba …" Katsuki became acutely aware that his throat was fucking destroyed. He rose a hand to his neck as his face contorted with pain.

"Whoa whoa, it's ok man. Why don't you came over to the house? I can get you some tea with honey, and maybe we can call someone for you?"

Katsuki wanted to say no, but something about that stupid smile. Resigning himself to his fate he nodded and moved towards the other boy. Together they moved across the road to a small, but warm looking bungalow. Shitty-hair walked right in kicking off his shoes.

"My moms are in the kitchen. Don't worry they are really nice, and Mama is super good with first aid stuff, I bet she could patch you up if you want!"

Who the hell brings a stranger into their house and offers to patch them up?

It seemed as though they were expecting him. There was a first aid kit already set out, and a towel with a fresh set of clothes off to the side. It made sense when he realized their window faced the park and they probably watched his mad run into there.

Hesitating in the door he took in the clean kitchen along with the short, plump, dark haired woman that shared the red heads blinding smile, shark teeth and all. And then there was the bit more stoic, taller raven haired woman, that looked professional but open.

"Mama, Mom I'd like to introduce you but I think he has a sore throat. He was at the UA entrance exam this morning though. Got a ridiculously high score according to the teachers."

"It is a pleasure to meet you. Can I make you a cup of tea?" The taller woman offered. Katsuki was at his emotional and physical limit so he just nodded and let Kirishima lead him to a chair to sit.

The shorter woman clicked her tongue as she looked him over.

"Oh sweetheart, you are filthy. You weren't in those fires across town were you?"

Katsuki looked away from her, neither confirming or denying but she didn't seem to mind.

"Well, you can grab a shower once you've had your tea. After that I'll patch you right up."

Reluctantly he gave a nod. The silence did not last long though, Shitty-hair filled it with a full tangent about the exam, and how he felt it was definitely geared to physical quirks like theirs and wasn't fair to some of the kids that had mind quirks, or the like. When he ran out of that he chatted happily about anything and everything.

Katsuki watched him, mildly impressed he had talked for a solid ten minutes and hadn't annoyed him to such a degree he was ready to blow himself up.

The tea did help his throat feel a little better, but he still couldn't get it to work for him so he made do with pulling out a piece of paper and pen to write out his name. It felt weird to be in these people's house if they didn't at least know what to call him.

"Come on Baku-bro, I'll show you where you can get cleaned up."

Baku-bro? What the fuck was that? Ok, if he wasn't so fucked up at the moment that would have warranted at least a small explosion to the face.

The shower did the job. He waited till the water went from black and red to clear before he stepped out and dried off. The offered clothes were a bit baggy but the simple t-shirt and sweat pants were clean and warm.

As soon as he stepped out of the bathroom he was affronted by the Labrador-puppy of a boy.

"Here, let me take those. I will throw them in the wash for you!" He smiled and took the dirty clothes from Katsuki. Off he went, happy as could be, while Katsuki stood there, stunned at the ease of which these people accepted someone.

Back in the kitchen the shorter of the women brought him over to a stool, where the taller woman was waiting with antiseptic wipes, and bandages. The woman offered him a small smile.

"Are you ok if I touch you?" She asked. No one had ever asked that before, he gives her a hesitant nod. She starts with the cut on his forehead and works her way down. The deep stab wound in his shoulder makes her flinch but she cleans it and pins it together with some butterfly band aids.

Another cup of tea was pressed into his hand when Kirishima returned. The boy just offered another hundred watt smile to his confused expression.

"There we go. Anything else hurt?"

Katsuki sighed, might as well get ice pack for his ribs. He had already inconvenienced them, what was one more thing. He lifted his shirt to expose the nasty black bruise the crept over his entire side, down to his hip bone.

"Ouch!" Shitty-hair sympathized. A gel-ice pack was offered to him without complaint.

"Thank y-you." Katsuki managed to get out.

"Oh now, none of that. You rest your voice. By the scarring I take it that is an older injury? The smoke probably aggravated it." The tall woman offered. "It is pretty late, how about we get you a bed made up on the couch? Is there anyone you want us to contact for you tonight?"

Katsuki shook his head no.

"Ok hun," The woman hugged him … both women hugged him! Then Shitty-hair grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the living room before grabbing a stack of blankets.

What the fuck was up with this touchy-feely shit?! Oh. Oh no. He knew another family EXACTLY like this! Fucking Deku and his mom! They were all about the touching and sharing of feelings. And fucking crying together. Oh, by the gods, did he find another Midoriya?

Under intense scrutiny Kirishima only smiled and offered one last pillow.

"My room is the first one on the right! If you need anything feel free to come grab me Baku-bro!" Then he turned and left. Ok, not like Midoriya, that nerd would have insisted on them staying in the same room, probably the same fucking bed.

Katsuki ignored that burning hole for the moment, carefully making a suitable bed as the Kirishima household made their way to their rooms. Finding a plug close to his head he plugged in his phone and laid down.

He fell asleep staring at the two numbers he needed to pick from.

Katsuki awoke around five the next morning. He laid there for a long time, refusing to open his eyes, he hoped it was a fucking dream. He was going to open his eyes and he was going to be on his futon above the clinic.

It was a long shot but he held on to it as long as he could. Around six he decided that he needed to get up. He carefully folded all the blankets and placed them in a neat pile at the end of the sofa before wandering over to find the laundry, where his clothes were sitting in the dryer. One of the women must have switched it over.

He was dressed quick and had his hand on the door knob to leave by six fifteen. A creak of a floor board made him pause.

"Heading out already Baku-bro?"

Katsuki glanced back at him. The boy was smiling again.

"Yeah," Katsuki huffed, his voice returning just enough for the other to hear him. "I got somewhere to stay, I don't want to impose. Tell your moms thank you for me?"

"Sure thing Bakugou. Hey," His hand touched his arm making Katsuki relax into the touch just a little. "Can I at least get you number? We can hang out for the summer! I'm sure we will be both in the heroics class come September any way!"

If he hesitated it was only because he was distracted by those white fucking teeth.

"You know, if you want." Shitty-hair added sounding a bit more unsure.

Katsuki pulled out his phone and looked at the boy expectantly. Kirishima perked up again and rhymed off his number. After adding it Katsuki sent a quick text that included a gif of a shark with dentures.

The laugh was enough to make that fresh, burning hole dim just a little.

Leaving the house was hard but it had to be done. Visiting was one thing, and he hoped he could do that again, but imposing on their good will was something he refused to do.

Pulling out the phone he noted Kiri sent him a text back with a cactus that had angry eyebrows animated over top of it. Sassy shit head.

He decided he was going to send two texts. The first was to Aizawa.

Bakugou – Hey

Walking dead – Bakugou? I am combing the god damn streets for you! Please tell me you are alright? I saw the clinic

Bakugou – I am fine. Suku is dead.

Walking dead – yes, I saw that too. A proper wake, and cremation are being planned. I can forward you the times and places

Bakugou – please do

Walking dead – are you safe? Did you go home?

Bakugou – I am safe. I have a place I am going to stay at. Not home.

Walking dead – ok

Bakugou – were any of those fucker arrested?

Walking dead – a few low level thugs but none of them are talking. Do you know something?

Bakugou – know something? I smashed a few of them myself. Watched the creepy fucker in the bird mash kill Suku! One fucking touch! Suku called him Chisaki Kai

Katsuki switched off from that conversation, he was getting himself worked up. He switched over to another window.

Bakugou – I need a pick up, can you do it?

Rolex – who is this?

Bakugou – Kitsune. Can you pick me up?

Rolex – Fuck. Yeah kid, I can come. Where are you at?

Katsuki sent the address of the closest store. Tucking the phone away he pulled up the hood of his sweater and waited in front of the store. A few early salary men went in an d out but other wise the street was quiet and nobody bothered him.

The sky was still rolling with dark grey clouds, threatening to split open at any moment but at least it was warmer then it had been last night.

Eventually a sleek black sports car, that definitely did not belong in this neighbourhood pulled up. Katsuki waited for the passenger side window to roll down and he saw Kenichi's face before moving to get in.

The leather seats were soft, and heated and Katsuki almost melted back into it. His injuries, and sore muscles from quirk over-usage made themselves known with a vengeance.

Kenichi pulled away and they drove in silence for a couple minutes before he spoke.

"How are you holding up kid?"

"Fucking peachy."

The man only nodded, not at all offended by the tone.

"Do you need a place stay?"

Katsuki played with the hem of his shirt for a moment before sighing.

"Yes. I'd stay on the street, but I can't afford to be picked up by CPS, cops or now those fuckers from Shie Hassaikai. Just for a few days?"

"You can stay as long as you need Kat, Suku was a long time friend of my family, it would only be right for us to help one of his!" The man fell silent for along moment, Katsuki knew what was coming, but he wished he wouldn't. "I watched the security footage from a couple of my stores down there. You did good kid, there was nothing else you could have done"

That was it. Fucking Yakuza boss making him fucking feel it all over again. His tears fell silently, and his chest felt like it was going to burst apart so he wrapped his arms around himself to try and keep it together as his shoulders shook.

*next chapter*

He didn't know what he was expecting but a fucking mansion wasn't it. Traditional Japanese style that spread over a large plot of land. Carefully trimmed bushes, along with beautiful water and rock ascetics. A small carved bench set at the edge of a massive koi pond, filled with blooming lilies and fat gold fish.

Katsuki stepped out of the car, eyes roaming the grounds. A few guards stood at the gates and a few more walked the grounds with dogs. Still their presence didn't take away from the clean architecture.

His hand touched his bag, wondering if he should be putting on the mask.

"You are safe here, you don't need to hide."

Katsuki didn't trust him but he couldn't think of a reason to don the mask here. The thought of wearing it actually made his stomach crawl, it was still coated in the soot and grim of the fire.

Feeling a bit like a lost puppy he followed Kenichi into the house. Following the man's example he left his shoes at the door and slid on a pair of house slippers.

"I'll take you to one of our spare rooms, you can drop off your stuff then I will give you a tour."

Katsuki nodded, aware his eyes were still red and puffy from his mental break down in the car. There were more men in the main house, so there more eyes on him. It was enough of an initiative for him to straighten his back and rise his chin.

Kenichi glanced over his shoulder at him, offering a small smile.

"Or I can leave you to rest?"

"No, I don't want to be left with these fucking thoughts." Katsuki admitted tapping his temple. Kenichi seemed to understand.

"Death of friends and family does not get any easier, and contrary to what people tell you time does not heal it, it just makes it less painful."

"Death is natural, it will happen to everyone, that isn't the problem. That was far from fucking natural though. The asshole smiled, and just touched Suku. One touch and all his energy, his life just fucking vanished." Tears threatened to fall again but he fought them back with sheer force of will. "No man who dedicated his life to healing deserved to be snuffed out at some fuck-wads childish whim."

"You are not wrong. Unfortunately in my line of work, power plays like what happened on that block rarely come without a price. Innocents die all the time."

"So you assholes just get to play with people's fucking lives because what? You like to flex your muscles? You'd have no problem walking up to a bound old man, no threat to you, and just ghost him?"

Kenichi stood still, eyes locked on Katsuki with a surprising amount of patients.

"I don't want you to have any false ideas about me Kat. I have killed people, a lot of people either by my hand alone or by my orders. I am sure some were civilians caught in a bad place but it happened. Do I get any joy out of it? No. It is not pleasant, I do not enjoy it." He took a step closer, his aura giving Katsuki enough reason to take a step back. "I have done horrible things, but I try to have honour and some morals when I do it."

"Chisaki has neither." Katsuki could feel his throat pull with the force of the words. "And I will withhold my fucking judgment on you."

"Fair enough kid."

The rest of the tour went by with little fanfare.

After a long soak in the tub Katsuki made his way to his room, which was decked out in all western style furniture in a Japanese style room. The teen thought it should look stupid, but as soon as he climbed into the pillow-like bed, cocooned in fluffy blankets and pillows he couldn't hate it.

He had slept ok at the Kirishima household but here he passed out and did not move again until late the following day.

It was another day before he ventured back out of the room, he had traded some text with Shitty-hair and Aizawa but other than that he allowed himself to grieve and wallow in a small degree of angst.

On the third day he knew he had to leave to get food. His body was deprived to the point his head hurt.

The house was big, but his memory was good, so around five thirty in the morning he found himself wandering down to the kitchens. He had never laid eyes on so much food, or variety of cooking appliances in his life.

He had been cooking for himself since he was little so he knew his way around. Fresh vegetables and eggs were pulled from the fridge along with rice. Soon the place was filled a combination of delicious smells.

It was early so he hadn't really expected anyone to be up and around, but he still made a second plate just in case. As well as putting on a pot of coffee.

Settling in at the table, legs tucked neatly under him he dug in. Despite how hungry he was he forced himself to slow down and not get sick with too big bites.

He was about half way through the food when Kenichi strolled in. The man was sporting freshly pressed trousers and dress shirt, topped by a deep green corset vest and shined shoes. The man pulled a black coffee mug out and started to pour.

"So, you wear that shit in your own house too?" Katsuki grumbled, eyeing the suit vest combo.

"Gotta look good no matter where I am." Kenichi flashed him a toothy grin.

"You look like a douche. Like those fuckers that thinks it's cool to wear sunglasses inside."

Kenichi paused in the pouring of his coffee to raise an eyebrow at Katsuki. Katsuki met his stare and held it even as he lifted his next bite of omelette to his mouth.

"Fucking brat." Kenichi mumbled before topping off the mug.

"Suku said that a lot too," Katsuki offered, "I'm thinking you guys just don't like hearing the truth."

"Suku must have had the patience of a saint to put up with your ass!"

"Says the man who is letting me stay in his house."

Talking about Suku in this way was surprisingly not painful, instead it gave reminded him of good memories not those horrible last moments that had been haunting his dreams the last two nights.

"I called your work, you have the next week off." Kenichi changed the subject smoothly, while Katsuki got up to grab the other plate and dropped it in front of him.

"Well, you are the fucking boss."

"Yes, yes I am." Kenichi agreed, getting his smile back. "You know, I didn't get to show you when you came, but we do have a massive, quirk proof training gym in the basement. Feel up to some sparring?"

To those magic fucking word Katsuki lit up like a kid on Christmas. Fighting was good way to work out all of his shitty feelings.

Quirk proof didn't mean explosion proof apparently. Katsuki winced as he looked at the massive crater he had made in the back wall. The poor bastard in the middle of it staggered to the side, only half conscience and his quirk shield shattered.

"He said he was able to absorb any hit!" Katsuki muttered in his defence. Kenichi and the handful of men with him were staring at the damage dumbfounded.

After several moments of silence the boss ran a hand through his hair and glanced over at Katsuki.

"What percentage do you say you just used on that explosion?" He asked, curious not mad.

"Um," Katsuki flexed his fingers, "Probably around sixty percent. I have ways besides just upping my power to attack too. I have been working on concentrated explosions for long distance and a shockwave that blinds but doesn't do damage. I am also getting pretty good at propulsion, and maintaining arial combat."

"What the fuck." One of the extras mumbled, shifting nervously.

"OK. Wow." Kenichi rubbed his neck again thinking. "How's your hand to hand? And weapons?"

Katsuki shrugged.

"Average. I'll admit I rely on my quirk way too much during fights."

"Can you use your quirk for one on one combat? Increase punch speed, explosions on contact, that sort of thing?"

"I haven't tried. Not too many volunteers that wanted to spar with me, especially not with my quirk."

"Alright. You and me are going to go a few rounds. You can use your quirk, but I am going to use mine too. And don't worry about hurting me, go all out."

Katsuki eyed him with some reservation, he was still injured and one meal in a couple days was not near enough. The man was taller then him, but thinner, he held some muscle mass from what Katsuki could tell but nothing that really stood out.

"What is you quirk?" Katsuki asked out loud. The man hummed and chose not to reply. He did remove his vest and shirt though. In nothing but his pants and a black undershirt Katsuki could see the winding tattoos that covered everything from his collarbone down to his wrists.

Taking his fighting stance, the man took position opposite him. No bell was needed, Katsuki attacked. He would rather fight and find out what the man could do, than sit back and worry about it.

Kenichi moved like water. Whatever martial art he was using he was clearly proficient in it. All kind of kicks, punches, sweeps and ridge hands were blocked and turned away smoothly, but he made no effort to strike back. Katsuki wasn't dumb, getting frustration would only make him sloppy so instead he took the man's advice and added his quirk to speed things up and add some oomph to the strikes.

Of course Kenichi expected this, what he did not expect was for Katsuki to be a very fast learner. It only took about seven minutes of sparring before Katsuki started adding the bosses moves to his own attacks and landed his first solid punch to the man's solar plexus.

The man fell back with a soft 'oof', Katsuki didn't give him a second to breath. He pushed the attack landing a couple more strike but taking his first few as well. The pressure was enough that Kenichi cast him a smirk.

What the fuck do you do when a real-life, solid fucking dragon pops off a man's arm and flys at your face? You fuck it up of course. As much as the move surprised him Katsuki kept his head enough to blast it with a small explosion. Unfortunately the thing seemed to absorb the power and got bigger, then a second beast peeled from the man's torso. This one was a demon of sorts with blank eyes and horns. He was only small but when he took a hit from Katsuki's quirk it grew too.

Now Katsuki found himself fighting on three front, with two sides he was unable blow up. With that in mind he focused his attacks on the man in front of him.

He held his own for fifteen minutes before it became too much and Kenichi was able to overwhelm him. Katsuki hit the ground hard, knee pressed against his chest, forearm over his throat and his other hand pinned.

Katsuki tapped the floor with his finger a couple times. Kenichi got off him and offered a hand to help him up. The teen scoffed at him and flipped up to his feet with practiced ease.

"I thought you said average?" Kenichi demanded.

"I lost. That was fucking average."

"No one has ever stood with me for that long, especially after I employed my quirk."

Katsuki shrugged, not sure how to take that comment. The mention of the man's quirk caught his attention though.

"So what is the deal? Is the ink the quirk, or is it just a manifestation of what your quirk looks like?" He moved forward studying the patterns. "Can they all be used or just those twos?"

"Those are a whole lot questions that border on personal kiddo. I don't like people knowing all my tricks."

Katsuki scoffed and folded his arms.

"If you're any fucking good it shouldn't matter who knows it."

The men couldn't hold back the snickers, a few even walked away covering their mouths. Kenichi scowled a bit.

"You do remember who was just pinned to the floor right? Did you forget so soon?"

"Pfft. Won't happen again tinkle toes. I've seen your moves now."

The routine around the mansion was easy to fall into, and Kenichi wasn't strict with any rules with the exception he expected Katsuki to tell him when he left the mansion.

Getting a little antsy he decided that today was the day he would take a walk.

The mansion was quite a walk from old neighbourhood, but navigating the trains he got there within an hour.

The streets were empty, everything had been cleaned up and swept. Out of habit Katsuki slid his book bag behind a big dumpster and pulled out the Kitsune mask. He hadn't bothered to clean it, the white ears were scorched at the tops, the rest was grey with soot, and a dent was in the forehead where he had head butted one of the thugs.

With a mixture of intense feelings he slipped it on and wandered the familiar routes. All leading him back to where the clinic should have been. The building was still standing, which was a surprise, but it was gutted. The inside was black and hollow, showing nothing from it's former life a a place for the sick and forgotten.

Katsuki kneeled and touched the scorched black floor, almost as a good bye. Turning he headed for the square.

Few people remained even here. Having been a target of such a large scale attack they though better then hanging around. Homeless people were survival driven if nothing else, and dangerous areas were often avoided.

Sitting on one of the nearby buildings, Katsuki let his feet dangle over the edge as he watched the sun dip below the horizon. His mask was laying beside him, reminding him who he was and keeping him grounded enough that he didn't do anything stupid. Be it to himself or going on a ill-thought out rampage against the Shie Hassaikai.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when a hand touched his shoulder.

"Would you buy a fucking bell so you don't startle people!" He growled at the tall figure of Eraserhead. The man cocked his head to the side slightly.

"Defeats the purpose of stealth. Perhaps you should work on your situational awareness?" The man deadpanned.

"Fuck you walking-dead," Though it was lacking it's normal bite. Katsuki looked back out over the streets, pulling a knee up to rest his chin on it.

"The Wake is tomorrow, funeral the day after. Suku has many friends that are helping put it all together but his sister is leading the efforts. She has asked that you sit with her for all the proceedings, and to help at the cremation."

That startled his. He looked over at the man, searching for the joke but Aizawa's face was as unreadable as ever.

"Why?" Katsuki had to ask, his voice crackling, sending him into a coughing fit that ended with blood on his hand. Aizawa stared at it with open concern and even raised an eyebrow.

"He viewed you as family, even wrote you into his will though he didn't have much to leave you." Aizawa pointed at the blood. "What is that from?"

"Had a major injury a few months back, should have got surgery to fix it but …" He gave a shrug, "Yelling too loud, and the smoke inhalation seems to have made it worse. Nothing serious, just sore."

"And bleeding." The man snared his upper arm and lifted him to his feet. "Come on you are getting that looked at."

Katsuki panicked and tried to pull his arm free but the man was surprisingly strong.

"No! I won't go to a fucking hospital. Let me go!"

With a sigh the man held Katsuki firm.

"Then I won't take you to a hospital, but that still needs to be looked at. Come on. We are heading to UA." Katsuki was hesitant but he was not being given any other choice. "Besides, you can speak to Suku's sister before tomorrow, I doubt you have been to many funerals at your age, and she would appreciate another soul to mourn with."

*next chapter*

Keeping up with Eraserhead over the roofs of building and through the streets was hard without his quirk. In fact Katsuki was sure he would have been struggling even with a quirk, watching how fast the man moved with his capture weapon.

Even struggling as he was Katsuki got there just behind him, heaving heavy breaths that tightened his throat farther. When he saw the underground hero watching him carefully he realized he was testing him, seeing how bad the injury really was. There was no way he was going to let the man know that copper was the only thing he could taste.

Tilting his chin in defiance Katsuki waited. Aizawa was not so easily swayed, he simply shook his head and motioned his to enter the gates.

There was a tinge of excitement as he got to look through the school, absently following the pro-hero. Class rooms, gyms, the cafeteria. Pretty mundane honestly but he had been dreaming about going there since he was fucking six!

Clearly not paying attention he bumped into Aizawa when he stopped in front of infirmary doors. The man knocked, sparing Katsuki only a brief look.

"Come in."

Old people voice. The person on the other side of this door was bound to be a raisin.

As they entered Katsuki gave himself a mental check mark. Old person. The woman was short, not even hitting 120cm. Her hair was pulled up into a tight grey bun, held together by a clip that resembled a syringe. Cliché. But maybe not as much as the cane that was also a massive syringe. Jeeze, did these people never change out of their hero outfits?

"Ah, hello Aizawa. What bring you in here … on summer break … and with a injured student? Couldn't wait till the school was at least open before flooding me with you stupidity?" She scolded him and Katsuki popped a grin at her feistiness.

"Recovery girl, this is Bakugou, Bakugou Katsuki this is Shuzenji Chiyo aka Recovery girl. Suku's little sister."

"Oh." Katsuki at the short woman stared at each other. He didn't know what to say but he knew what any family of Suku's deserved from him. Katsuki dropped to his knees and touched his forehead to the floor. "I am sorry for your loss, and I am so sorry I couldn't save him. I swear I tried, I just wasn't good enough."

Both adults shared a uneasy look.

Katsuki felt a sharp smack on the top of his head. Recovery Girl stood over him with her cane outstretched.

"Get up boy. None of that now. You are not responsible for anything that happened, and from what my brother had said about you, you are as good as a grandson to him. So get up and sit on the table so I can get a good look at you. We can discuss everything else once you are feeling better."

Katsuki did as he was told, even without a smart ass comment. He didn't look either adults in the eye for several minutes.

"Shirt off dear, I need to see all injuries so I know how much stamina you'll be using."

Resigned to the fact his life was just full of uncomfortable moments, Katsuki peeled his shirt off, still avoiding the looks. On top of the scars, his side was still a dark blob surrounded by some sickly yellow, new bruises dotted his upper arms and wrists from sparring with Kenichi, and there on his shoulder was the stab wound. A wound the Aizawa was quick to pick up on.

"Is that a stab wound?" He breathed out as he pinched the bridge of his nose, he didn't wait for a reply. "I thought you told me you were fine?" It wasn't a yell but the slight influx of his voice was enough to have Katsuki lean back from him. It wasn't a logical response, more of reflex, to be far away from a pissed off adult, at home it would have meant a beating.

"Not dead, hence, fine." Katsuki explained, only to get glared at and he promptly shut his mouth with a click. What was with this guy and why did he have this authority about him?

"Stabbed is not fine. And if you bring that self-sacrificing crap into my classroom I will expel you."

"Yes … sir." He added, unsure but of any adult male that he knew the fucking title fit. Hell, he didn't even curse.

Aizawa seemed to be taken back, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Check his throat too Chiyo, he coughed up blood earlier."

Ouch. Walking-dead coming in with the old one-two under the bus. Katsuki wasn't surprised the man didn't forget, in fact he would have been surprised if the man did!

"Open."

There was a long moment of silence as a light was shown down his throat and the woman got right in his face. It was uncomfortable but he tried his best to keep calm.

"My, my, that is in rough shape. I can heal it, but you should consider surgery to fix it properly. There is a lot of scar tissue." She paused and looked down at him. "What was the original cause of this?"

She was gracious enough to remove her hands from his mouth for him to answer.

"Sludge villain attack at the first of the year. Was never checked out afterwards, and by the time Suku could look at it he couldn't heal it properly."

The name made her smile sadly, the rest of the sentence seemed to mark the vain on Sleep-deprivation's head throb visibly.

"Sludge villain you say? The one that Allmight arrested?"

"Yes?" Katsuki looked at him with a look of confusion of his own.

"And no one thought to take you to the hospital or let the paramedics check you over?" It throbbed at an increased rate now, in perfect rhythm to one of those catchy pop songs.

Katsuki suddenly smirked.

"You know what? I changed my fucking mind. I would pay for you to show up at my mother's house with those questions. Hell, you might even be able to get her to fucking listen for five minutes."

It was a joke, but since the adults were looking at each other again they were able to pick out some deeper meanings there. He shrugged to himself and glanced around the nurses office, impressed with the high grade equipment, and abundance of supplies. He was not prepared for lips to touch his forehead. He flinched back but it was already done. Waves of exhaustion hit him, but all the pains slowly disappeared.

She offered his a hard boiled candy which he took with a yawn.

"Would you like to sleep here?" She asked, "Then we can talk in the morning."

"No, I should get back before my friend starts to worry. I'm ok for a bit if you want to know anything about Suku though."

A soft smile graced her thin, wrinkled lips before she pulled up and chair. She spoke of their child hood, his years as an actual doctor and his eventual forced retirement. The two had, had a bit of a falling out afterwards but had grown close again the last few years. It seemed Recovery girl always made sure her brother had access to the IV bags and blood bags since those were hard to come by on the street. Finally she spoke of Katsuki, and what Suku had told her about him.

Katsuki didn't speak the entire time the woman spoke, nor could he find it in his heart to argue with her about how the man felt towards him. Grandson had not been an exaggeration according to her.

The last thing they spoke about before Katsuki had to leave was what would happen over the next three days.

"You really want me to sit with you in the family section?" That was new, his family would rather him be in the box.

"Yes. You and I are his family and I would be honoured for you to join me. DO you have a suit? I can get one for you."

"No. It's fine, I happen to know a over-dressed pompous ass hole that wears nothing but suits. I am sure he will loan me one."

"I can pick you up." Aizawa offered.

The idea of the underground hero showing up at the Yakuza manor was laughable. Nope, scratch that, it was terrifying! Those two meeting would be like two unyielding forces colliding. He did not want to even think about that.

"No. I'm good."

"Where are you staying?"

"With a friend." The two locked stares but Katsuki refused to relent. That was something he would be keeping to himself. Eventually the man relented and let him go.

It was late by the time Katsuki made it back to the mansion, the guards greeted him warmly as he walked in. Having no time to waste on pleasantries or small talk he marched to Kenichi's personal room and pounded on the door.

He heard some shuffling inside, and a couple voices before the man pulled open the door. He was wrapped in a very feminine, green bathrobe, which was mostly open exposing his bare chest and legs.

Katsuki kept his eyes locked on Kenichi's.

"Sorry to interrupt … whatever the fuck this is." He waved towards the three naked woman lounging on the man's bed. "But I really can't wait the five minutes you need to finish." The women giggled behind their hands.

"Five minute?! Come on Kats, give me a little credit here." He grinned and winked, and Katsuki held back his gag reflex.

"I need a suit for Suku's wake tomorrow, and the fucking funeral. I was in contact with his sister and she would like for me to sit with her."

"A suit you say?" That was all the invitation Rolex seemed to need. He grabbed Katsuki's arm and pulled him into his room closing the door behind him.

Modesty apparently not a thing here because the man didn't bother putting anything else on, nor did the three women. Keeping his eyes respectfully to the ceiling, several suits were pulled out for consideration, the women putting in their two-cents as well before Kenichi finally decided on a full black suit, with a black on black floral corset vest, and high neck dress shirt, to eliminate the need for a tie.

He held it up before Katsuki and directed his sight to the mirror. It looked good, and probably cost as much as a fucking car.

"Yes. This should be perfect. The jacket was always a bit wide on my shoulders so it should fit you fine. What do you think ladies? Will he be presentable?"

They hummed their agreements with smiles, one muttering under her breath "I'd do him."

Ushering him towards the door Kenichi gave his shoulder a squeeze.

"Get some rest Kats. I'll be coming to the wake tomorrow as well, I'll drive you."

Pushed out the door a little more forcefully than necessary, Katsuki rolled his eyes. He quick stepped it back to his room so as not to hear the sudden bout of giggles coming from the man's bedroom.

The whole proceedings were a sad, and long affair. The sombre mood was shared by the dozens and dozens of people that filled the temple. Suku was well loved, his patients, old coworkers and friends all filed in to pay their respects and offer their condolences to Chiyo and oddly enough to him.

Even though he was not wearing his signature Kitsune mask, the majority of the people that came through called him by the name and hugged him as if they knew, which they did of course, why else would he be standing there?

The next day was the funeral which held a lot more formalities. He was glad Recovery girl was beside him to help because he didn't know what he was suppose to be doing half the time. The other half he found himself comforting the woman, holding her hand and helping her to her feet when she had to stand.

The final day was the cremation. He and Chiyo quietly used large wooden chopsticks to carefully place Suku's bones into the urn, starting with the feet.

His mind wondered as they worked. Remembering good stuff and the bad. He would not cry, he wanted to be strong for Chiyo but the proceedings definitely felt like a final step.

Hours later Katsuki found himself sitting on the steps of an abandoned building, having left the Shuzenji family tomb only an hour ago. He needed to move but his limbs felt frozen.

"Ok old man," He said as he looked towards the stars, a few managing to peek through the light pollution from the city. "I promise those fuckers will pay, but I am not gonna be stupid about it. I bet I can get more intel on them helping people on the streets then the cops ever could! I also promise to help Chiyo with anything she needs. And I am going to be a hero! I hope I make you proud."

With that he got up and brushed himself off, heading back towards the mansion.

The summer went by fast. Katsuki was able to get back to work, putting is all into everything he did. In the evenings he would take his new black Kitsune mask (in homage to Suku's passing) and wander the streets helping anyone he could by treating wounds, basic hygiene products, or something as simple as talking to them.

Any free time was shared between training with Kenichi and his men, and hanging out with Kirishima. Training got more intense as time got on, their sparring sessions lasting over an hour with it usually ending in a draw more often then not, then they added knives and other types of weapons. One of the men even taught him how to pick locks. Skills valued by the underground but useful to a young hero in training.

It was the first day of school and Katsuki was eyeing himself up in the mirror. His uniform fit the way it should, baggy, so as not to feel restricting. Ok, he looked borderline delinquent but he was ok with that. Grabbing his bag he headed down to the kitchens to grab something quick to take on his way.

"Look at you little hero spawn, surprisingly lax on that dress code I see." Kenichi drawled.

"I prefer comfort over some else's fucking opinion." The two glared at each other before Rolex ruined a perfectly good stare down by cracking a grin.

"Are you sure I can't drive you?"

"As tempting as it is to have a Yakuza boss chauffeur my ass around, and drop me off at the UA gates I think I will fucking pass. Aizawa already thinks I am staying somewhere shady."

"Eraserhead needs to get the stick out of his ass. For an underground hero he is surprisingly un-bribe-able."

"Fucking good! If he's gonna be my heroics teacher I prefer if he wasn't a corrupt asshole!" The two had a history according to Kenichi, but Katsuki was not willing to delve any deeper into that can of worms.

Kenichi pouted.

"Is that all I am? A corrupted asshole?"

"You're a Yakuza boss, pretty sure you can't be corrupted by definition."

"True. I already am a complete badass."

"You're a fucking kitten, with a trigger fetish. Get it right."

"Cheeky brat. Have a good first day."

"Yeah see ya." Katsuki gave a wave over his shoulder as he left.

*new chapter*

Who, in their right fucking mind, leaves nineteen unsupervised super-charge children in a classroom by themselves? It was loud, it was chaotic, and punching someone the first day in entirely possible!

Thank the gods Shitty-hair was in 1-A, at least he was a buffer from all the stupid. His human-puppy act was amazing at drawing people to him and away, far away, from Katsuki.

A flash of emerald appeared, before arms a lot stronger than they used to be, wrapped around his waist.

"Kacchan! I knew you would be at the top of that entrance exam!"

Katsuki placed a palm on the nerds face and pushed him back to arms length.

"Watch it Deku!" He snapped. It wasn't aggressive, he just needed his space but the brunette beside Deku seemed to take offence to the manhandling. Her cheeks puffed up like a chipmunks.

"That was so rude! He was just excited to congratulate you!" She snapped, her little foot stomping the ground, fists clenched at her side.

"Fuck off. The nerd can congratulate from over there." Katsuki growled, quite literally thanks to his healed but still messed up throat. "Keep your attack squirrel on a leash Deku." Her face turned red but Midoriya did manage to usher her away, spouting apologizes and stating that was just how Katsuki talked.

He flopped into his desk and tossed a leg onto the top. He took a moment to scan the room but before he even got a proper look his view was blocked by a big guy, with engines coming out of his legs. The words coming out of his mouth smelt like rich-bitch prep school talk so Katsuki chose to ignore him and instead went back to studying his surroundings.

"Hey!" Katsuki looked to his left where a floating uniform came to stand by him. "I saw what you meant at the entrance exam, your were exciting to watch! I never got a chance to thank you for giving me the heads up"

"Don't worry about it." He mumbled. Four-eyes was still trying to reprimand him and the Invisa-bitch was trying to engage him in typical teenage chit-chat, and he wanted none of it. His intense glare made both hesitate. "Are you fucking done?" He demanded.

"Is that anyway to speak in class?" Four-eyes tried to meet his stare but faltered and decided to turn on his heel and walk away.

A yelp brought his attention to Walking-dead as he emerged from his ugly ass sleeping bag. The man was out a good portion of the night patrolling so Katsuki knew he had to sleep at some point, but did it have to be in class?

Homeroom went by quickly which was followed by a quirk assessment test that led to the first usage of his first-aid skills.

"What the fuck Deku!" He muttered, grabbing the boy by the back of his shirt and making him sit down. He cast a pissed off look at Aizawa for pushing the kid to break a fucking finger before starting to wrap the swollen finger to the one beside it. "What happened to being quirkless?" He whispered/growled.

The boy chuckled nervously and ran a hand through his curls.

"Yeah well, they guess my body just wan't strong enough to use the power yet? So, late bloomer."

That wasn't right. Quirks were hereditary and Katsuki knew both of the nerds parents. He could tell Midoriya didn't want to talk about it though.

"What ever fucker. Keep your secrets. But get to fucking Recovery girl at the bell. I don't think it's in pieces but you certainly did a fucking number on it."

"Oh, ok Kacchan! Thank you!"

"Yeah. Whatever." Glancing over his shoulder he could see the rest of the extras looking at them. He gave them his best snarl before pushing the first-aid kit back into his bag. They got the idea and looked away, most grumbling about his attitude. Whatever, he wasn't there to make a bunch of fucking friends.

Glancing at the leader board he had to growl to himself. Third? Bakugou fucking Katsuki did not come in third! He would have to work hard to fix that!

Lunch time swung around. Katsuki pulled his bento box from his bag, trying to decided where to eat when Shitty-hair appeared at the side of his desk.

"Hey Baku-bro!" Signal blinding fucking smile. "Wanna come eat with us in the cafeteria?"

Over the red heads shoulder was three annoying looking fuckers squirming anxiously at the door. Blondie was a fucking loud one, annoying to boot, Discount Spiderman was a stoner if he ever saw one but was equally annoying, and the pink chick with the Raccoon eyes was vibrating with energy. No. Fucking. Thanks.

"Naw. I'm good Shark week." Katsuki shouldered his bag to emphasize he had places to go.

"Yeah ok dude! Maybe tomorrow!" And with that he sauntered away, still admitting all the fucking serotonin one could handle.

Katsuki made up his mind and wandered up to the nurse's office. Recovery girl was busy with a student and didn't notice him slip in behind her to her desk. He carefully set up shop next to her own laid out meal, and started his lunch.

When she finished up she walked in and nearly jumped out of her skin.

"I am an old woman Katsuki! Warn me when you are here!"

He smirked.

"What is it Aizawa likes to say? Work on your situational awareness?" That earned him a cuff up the back of the head, he merely chuckled at her.

The two ate in silence, Katsuki finished first so took it upon himself to clean up her infirmary. It was a sombre moment when he realized how similar it felt, and remembered how Suku used to grumble about him not doing it right though smiling the whole time.

Before lunch was done the two of them even got her supplies order put away and organized. The bell rang to signal the end of lunch. Katsuki shouldered his bag and started to the door.

"If you ever want to come up here and give me a hand, you are always welcome to." Chiyo said before he could leave. He gave a nod, not trusting his voice just then.

Evening classes were all boring until they got to the actual Heroic class.

Allmight. His child hood hero. Teaching here!

Katsuki stayed back eyeing the man, for some reason he wasn't feeling very gracious to be in the number one hero's presence. The sludge villain incident came to mind first, but then the looks that seemed to be passing between the man and Deku also gave him pause. Fuckers were obvious about it too.

The exercise was simple enough but Katsuki definitely did not trust his partner which led to them splitting up early on, no way he was going to take orders from that fucker. The actual fighting though was a pleasant surprise. Deku was fucking wily! And put up a good fucking fight. Fuck him for winning, but he had to give the greenette credit where credit was due. The glasses asshole on the other hand, although followed the rules, was way too rigid and he still didn't trust his abilities.

His all out fighting didn't gain him any good feeling with his classmates either. Apparently he was too violent, and shame on him for picking on Deku. Picking on him? The crazy fucker broke his arm just to win! That wasn't on Katsuki!

All I all it was an ok day, but not one he was super proud of. Ah well, hero school was still high school and not everything was going to be fucking unicorns and rainbows.

He was leaving when Aizawa stopped him, with just a mere look by the way.

The rest of the extra's filled out, Deku lingering for just a moment before slipping out as well.

"Allmight should have stopped that exercise." The man said offhand.

"What's the point of training if you aren't gonna put your fu …" The curse word died on his lips. He had cursed in front of Aizawa before but it felt wrong to do it in school. "If you aren't going to put your all in?"

Aizawa might have smirked but it was hidden behind his capture scarf.

"Hmm, true. But you aren't hear to kill your classmates. Just be aware of the damage." He waved a hand to dismiss it. "That is not why I wanted to talk to you though. I just wanted to remind you that heroic students are not allowed to work while in school. It is a security issue. Is that going to be a problem?"

"No I paid my tuition in full, and my friend does not mind housing me."

"Your 'friend' isn't requiring anything else from you in exchange are they?"

Katsuki couldn't stop the scowl that came over his face, nor the curse this time.

"Who the fuck do you take me for?" He demanded.

"Language." Aizawa's tone stayed passive. "I am just making sure you are safe. Teens in rough situations are easy targets for bad people."

"I am not an easy target!"

"You are an underage teen, living on the street, you won't call the cops for anything, and you have no parental support from what I can tell." The man counted off on his fingers. "I still have half a mind to place you in protective custody."

"I am fine. You'd be wasting the cops time with that. They would easily tell that there is nothing wrong at my house. I choose to stay with my friend because of personal issues, but it's not a big deal!"

Still bullshit, but Aizawa still didn't have enough evidence to take it to the cops.

"Fine. I will drop it. For now."

Katsuki grabbed his bag and took a step towards the door.

"You still wandering the street near the clinic?"

Everything stopped.

"What? Can't go for walks now?"

"Well that depends. Are you wearing the Kitsune mask and digging up information while you help people? Because that would be dangerous."

Katsuki glanced at him from the corner of his eye. Obviously he already knew the answer, but it was what he was going to do about it that was the question.

"People still need help. Suku's death left a large hole in the community. I just want to do my part."

Aizawa held out a small black device.

"I can't stop you but I am asking you to have this on your person when you go out. It is a tracker."

Katsuki shifted but made no move to reach for it. That was a huge ask.

"I just want to know you are safe Bakugou. If something happens I can pull it up, but I promise not to do it unless I fear that something went wrong." His expression was dead serious. It might be ok to know someone had his back. Slowly Katsuki reached out and took it.

"Fine. Can I go now?"

With the answering nod Katsuki jogged from the campus, tracker sitting heavy in his pocket. There was no way he would wear it to the mansion, that would definitely cause problems with Kenichi. The logical alternative was to keep it with his new mask that was tucked safely in his alley stash. He kept all his personal, and medical supplies there that he needed on his daily rounds

Later that evening Katsuki found himself knelt before a older man, wrapped in dirty rags. He was carefully cleaning a seeping sore on the man's leg. Behind him he heard some soft footsteps.

Red eyes snapped up to the young man. He was a local drug dealer that Katsuki had helped before.

"Kitsune! Man it's good to see you! What's up Ren?" The second part was directed towards the old man Katsuki was treating.

"Damn leg again." The man grumbled, watching Katsuki wrap the calf. When he was done the teen rooted through his bag and brought out a small pill bottle, a bottle of sealed water, and a packaged meat bun.

"Allergic to anything Ren?" Katsuki asked before handing it over to a shake of the head. "Make sure you finish the bottle of fucking antibiotics or this is gonna just keep coming back, got it?"

"Yeah I got it kid. Thanks."

Katsuki stood and walked up to greet the young man with a fist bump, they walked a little ways away from the man to gain some privacy. Not being much for small talk, Katsuki rifled through his bag again to come out with a small care package. There were a handful of condoms, a couple clean needles, a toothbrush, tooth paste, soap, and a few ready-to-eat meal bars. He handed it over expectantly.

"Hey! Thanks man! Really do appreciate it." He gave a crooked half grin that was sincere.

"If you need more, or know someone that does, tell them to head to the small noodle shop on the corner. Owner was friends with Suku, said I could leave some fucking packages there. Just ask for the Kitsune special. I know I can be hard to find these days."

"That's great, I'll tell a couple of the girls. They've really been missing the old man." He moved a couple steps closer and dropped his voice. "You still looking for stuff on Shie Hassaikai?"

"Yea, you got something?"

"Might not be much but I know that a lot of us dealers have been pressured to take on some of their drugs. It's called 'trigger'. That shit fucks with your quirk! Super charges it or some shit. Been popular with the local criminals."

"You selling it?"

"Naw. Around here we stay to the regular shit, make you feel good stuff not destroy humanity stuff. But there are a few of their dealers floating around. One set up shop over by the walking trails. Big guy. Fucked up face."

"Alright. Thanks. If they come around asking about me, don't play a fucking hero got it? I can handle myself, just tell them whatever the fuck they want to know."

The young man gave a sharp head shake.

"No can do dude. We gotta look after each other around here, fuck those guys. One thing the streets are good for is keeping our mouths shut!"

Katsuki couldn't argue that. He gave another nod before turning and heading back through the maze of alleyways.

The spot the dealer was talking about was empty when he went by but he made a point to check back the next day during his regular rounds.

*next chapter*

School continued on, Recovery girl became his go to for refreshing his supplies for his nightly rounds, and every evening Kitsune spent at least an hour watching the burly drug dealer that hung out by the trails.

It was an easy enough routine but he was starting to feel the pull off exhaustion. Homework, working out, and some social time was needed to round out his life to make it look at least a little healthy. All of which left little time for sleep.

"You know," Kirishima sighed, looking over at the blonde. "You don't have to push yourself so hard … nothing is going to crash and burn if you take an evening off."

Shitty-hair didn't know half the crap he actually did, but he was observant enough to know Katsuki was pushing the limits.

"Tch. Can't be number one if I am not willing to fucking work for it!" He answered back, flipping the page to continue his homework.

"True, but you need to do something fun! Why don't you come to my house this weekend?! My moms are taking me hiking in the mountains! Spend a night out in the wilderness, camping."

Katsuki paused. That did sound like something he might like. Kirishima must have seem his hesitation in saying no, because his face broke into a huge smile forcing the teen to give in without hardly a fight.

"Yeah, ok Shitty-hair. What time do you want me to come over?"

"Come home with me Friday night, we are leaving Saturday morning. I'll let my moms know!"

Great. A whole weekend …. Wasted? Well, maybe not wasted, but still not productive.

Katsuki perched lightly on the edge of the building, his form mostly hidden by a billboard. He was watching the walking lump of a man that was selling 'trigger' . So far he didn't have a whole lot of customers, which was good, but Katsuki still made sure to get a picture of anyone that did buy. He would send them along to the cops anonymously just to be on the safe side.

This was low level shit, Katsuki knew that, but where ever there was a small fry like this there was a bigger fish close by. His patients eventually paid off. It was close to when he would have called it a night when a unremarkable car pulled up in front of the man. Showing all signs that he knew the driver the Hulk-wannabe slid into the passenger side. The license plate was jotted down on the back of his hand, though he did suspect it was going to come back stolen. What criminal was stupid enough to drive his personal vehicle around?

There was no way Katsuki could have followed the car, not without using his explosions and that was an easy way to get himself tagged by cops and perps alike. What he could do though is run the plate, see what he got there.

Kenichi would help him if he asked, in fact he had already offered the little information his gang had been able to pull on their rivals but it was not very useful. Katsuki didn't want to bother anyone with his personal vendetta. The Yakuza boss was already going out of his way to give him a place to stay.

That was something else he was going to have to rectify too, find a way to pay the boss back. He doubted money would be accepted. But that was for another night, one thing at a fucking time.

Katsuki slipped down from his high look out and wove through the streets with ease. Eye always over his shoulder in case he was being followed. He eventually got to his destination. A bakery. It was about to close but the pretty girl behind the counter flashed him a grin and assured him, that for Kitsune they would take another five minutes. The sandwich was very specific. A toasted sardine, on five grain with melted garlic and herb cheese. The girl wrinkled her nose.

"Yeah I know. My friend has a fucking unique pallet." Katsuki muttered. "Just be thankful I didn't order that stinky thing when you had customers in here!"

With the offering in hand, Katsuki started off again. Turning down a unassuming alley he could see the vibrant spray paint murals start to appear a few steps in. Little tags turned into massive underwater scenes into space and finally into a glowing form of the old a smiling demon shrouded in smoke. The demon was tall with dark red skin, sharp teeth and grossly disproportioned with muscles.

Pausing to look over the art, Katsuki couldn't help but snort a laugh. The door he was looking for was to the left of the mural. No need to be polite here. He smashed on the door several times, only to hear a crash and a colourful string of curses from behind it.

A mechanical whirl brought his attention to a small camera above the door. Instead of letting the man see his face he held up the bakery bag. The door unlocked immediately.

It took a second for his eyes to adjust to the bright blue lights coming off all the computer monitors when Katsuki entered the cramped apartment. Goji was waiting for him at the kitchen counter. The man was thin, pale from lack of daylight, with dark grey hair though he was only twenty three. Around his mouth and nose, misty clouds puffed with each breath.

"Kitsune! You little devil. I heard you made it out of that mess."

"Oh course I fucking did."

"Sorry about … well … you know." Goji clapped his hands together creating another puff of smoke. He never did like having uncomfortable conversations. "Annnyyyyyy way. I see you have something for me."

Katsuki dropped the bag on the counter before leaning his back against it to scan the room.

"That thing is a fucking monstrosity and should have never been brought into existence." Katsuki grumbled. The bag crinkled then the poignant smell wafted through the small room.

Goji obviously disagreed because he gave a sinful moan as he bit into it. It was enough to make Katsuki curl his nose and walk away to let the two have their moment. Only when the man was licking the crumbs off his finger tips did Katsuki come back to the counter.

"Fucking delicious!" Goji smiled. "So, I ate the payment, what were you paying for?"

"Can you run this plate for me? See if it's stolen, if not pull the owners records?"

With a flip of his hands the man chuckled.

"Pfft, child's play Kitsune. I thought you had a challenge for me.'

"Well, owner might have ties to Shie Hassaikai. For your discretion. I'll understand if you don't want to be fucking involved."

The room remained quiet for a couple heart beats then Goji shrugged and smiled.

"No one can track me anyway. I am a ghost!"

Bold declaration but he was probably right. Goji was a shut in, very few people had ever seen him and he was a master of electronics and computers. Katsuki had met him after he had hacked the phone service provider and direct messaged Suku about getting antibiotics brought to his place. They were acquaintances at best but it was important to keep tabs on anyone that had such helpful skill sets.

Not ten minutes and Katsuki was in possession of a thick file that contained everything from driving records, criminal records and a list of known associates. That list was probably the most helpful. Back to his earlier assumption that no one was stupid enough to take their personal car to pick up a drug dealer, he was happy to realize he was wrong. Fucking idiots.

"Nice. Thanks man." Katsuki glanced up at the grinning maniac. "So that painting outside …?"

"Got a local brat to do it. Self portrait. What do you think?" The smoke curled around his smile. The skinny fucker had the nerve look proud of himself.

"Another sandwich tomorrow if you can give me more on these two fuckers here." Katsuki said pointing to the pictures of one Hekiji Tengai, who he recognized as one of the men with Chisaki that night, the second was another random face he recognized from the attack.

"And a kale smoothie with aloe and boba pearls?" He asks with unbridled enthusiasm.

"Uh … sure … that's a fucking thing?"

It was indeed a fucking thing. The next evening Katsuki had two more files to go through. Taking a page out of Midoryia's book he got himself a notebook and started a through breakdown of everything he knew thus far.

Friday morning Katsuki was tired but content in the week's work, both on the school front and on his information gathering.

Last night he had told Kenichi he would be spending the weekend with a friend, Kenichi the fucking pervert, proceeded to fill his overnight back with condoms, lube, and a medical pamphlet about teenage sex. Thank the gods he had noticed that shit before he brought the bag to school. Of course the men just laughed their asses off when he left the mansion scarlet red from ears to chest.

Katsuki made his way to his desk and pushed the bad under his seat before sitting down. Kirishima was quick to bounce over with a wide smile.

"Hey man! I am so excited for this weekend. It's gonna be so much fun!"

"What's happening this weekend Ei?" Lightening-rod piped in. With some degree of a death wish he laid himself across Katsuki's desk with a grin, and stupid wide eyes. Katsuki gripped the edge of the desk and dumped him off unceremoniously while Kirishima actually replied.

"Me at Baku-bro are going hiking with my moms in the mountain. We have a tent and everything!"

"Camping?" The tape fucker was now crowding his desk too. "You mean you are going out to release the wild Bakugou back into his natural habitat?" A quick explosion in front of his face cause the two idiots to laugh and at least back away a bit.

The conversation was cut short by Aizawa walking in. For once the stupid yellow sleeping bag was nowhere in sight.

"Alright settle down." He growled. All sound ceased to fucking exist at the sight of his quirk activating. "You all have ten minutes to get your hero suits on and meet me out front. Today we are working on rescue operations at the USJ."

*O.O* (I am working on the assumption that anyone reading this knows what went down)

Over the next two hours Katsuki learned several things.

First, Aizawa had no right to yell at them about having self-sacrificing traits. Asshole.

Second, Midoriya was a fucking menace to himself and Inko should really wrap the nerd in bubble wrap every time he stepped out the front door. Not to mention Allmight needed a swift kick for encouraging that shit. What was with those fucking two anyway?!

Third, Kirishima is more than a pretty face. Yes, he was a pretty face too but those were fucking emotions he was in no way ready to tackle! What he was willing to speak about though was how tough the bastard was, and that he was a reliable fighter to have in your corner.

Forth, the league of villains was on his shit list.

Recovery girl was tending to Aizawa, who was alive but still out, and Midoriya, getting them prepped for the ambulances to take them to the hospital so Katsuki decided to take it on himself and grabbed one of the large school first aid kits.

The rest of the class only had minor injuries so he got to work. Ponytail yelped in surprise when he took her hand and immediately started to clean the scraps she had across them before wrapping them. She was still in shock when he finished and moved on to the pink bitch.

His quick, effective first aid was enough to convince them just to let him do it, as did a few harsh 'Stop fucking moving!'s, but the group seemed shocked and unable to process the turn of events. He didn't do it for thank you's but one would think somebody could have had some sort of manners to at least mutter one.

He was fixing up Dunce-face, who was still fried, when the parents started to arrive. He internally gagged at the falling tears and hugs being so freely given.

It didn't occur to him that this might be a problem until he heard a loud, familiar voice that made his skin freeze over.

There was barely time to process the woman walking towards him before a hand rose and a loud slap sounded across the gymnasium. His cheek stung as he kept his face turned away from her. Everything fell silent and Katsuki wished they would all just look away because he could feel the eyes.

Kirishima and his two mothers wore frowns deeper set then anyone else's.

"Let's go." She seethed from between her teeth. At least she didn't hit him again. Katsuki put the first aid stuff away and turned to follow her. He avoided looking at any one but Shitty-hair. He mouthed a quick 'Sorry' before following his mother out. Their weekend plans were just destroyed.

*next chapter*

Katsuki found himself standing in the kitchen of his childhood home watching his mother dump out the entire contents of both of his bags onto the table.

"New phone. New clothes." She held up two condoms that he had missed. "Well, that answers how you got all this stuff and paid for school." She threw them at him, he opened his mouth to say something but she held up a finger to silence him. "Choose your words wisely Katsuki because you say anything I don't like, or do anything, I will pull you out of UA without a second thought." She sneered at him. Wisely he clicked his mouth shut. "That is what I thought."

A sharp fingernail poked him in the chest. He had put on considerable amount of muscle since the last time he was home, and he was a few inches taller than her, but fuck she was still the scariest thing he had to face. It didn't help that his life and education were in her hands, being fifteen meant all the major decisions were with their discretion legally.

"I've been trying to get ahold of you for weeks you ungrateful piece of shit." The finger stabbed again. "Out running the roads, fucking your way through life."

"I am not a whore." Katsuki growled out. "And you're the one that told me not to fucking come back."

"Right." She rolled her eyes, apparently remembering their conversation differently.

"Listen to the fucking words coming out of my mouth Hag! I am not selling myself, I am not a prostitute. I got a fucking job to pay for school, cleaning villain disaster sights. Call my boss if you don't fucking believe me." Please call him, he thought, as he looked at his phone. He wished Kenichi was expecting him home tonight and not Sunday.

"Right." She said again, still not believing him. Her fingers grabbed his chin to hold his head still. "I guess your punishment can't harm the merchandise now can it. Should start charging you a fee to use our names on your god damn application for school. What do your fuck buddies pay, huh?"

"Fuck you. I was doing just fine without coming back here. You obviously don't fucking like me, why can't you just let me go? I'll make sure the school doesn't phone you again." It wasn't pleading, but it was close. He got a smile in return, not a nice smile either.

"That was when you were a worthless brat. I might actually be able to use you now." She slapped his cheek to emphasize the point. "Clean this place up, and start on supper. Your punishment will come once your father gets home. And I'll hang on to this for now." She picked up his phone and slid it into her pocket.

What was it with people just wanting to use him? Did he have a sign on his fucking back? His mother had always been a nasty piece of work, letting her anger dictate her actions. This new, conniving version of the hag was a whole different kind of monster.

Katsuki slowly picked up his things and folded them back into his bags before walking them up to his bedroom. Nothing had changed, it was still just a generic bedroom with nothing overly personal in it, save for an old Allmight poster beside the bed. Deku had given it to him on his fourth birthday.

The house wasn't dirty, not really, but his mother's standards were high. Not to mention after fighting for his life he was already sore and tired , so being on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor sucked more than normal.

Supper was almost done by the time his father walked through the door. The man paused and stared at him long, and hard before walking away without a word to find Mitsuki.

Katsuki plated three servings of curry. He didn't bother telling them it was ready, they would show up promptly at six whether it was ready or not. He sat in front of his plate, staring at it, knowing better then to even take one bite with out his mothers permission.

Right on time the two entered the kitchen in there respective spots, Mitsuki at the head of the table, her husband on her right, and Katsuki on her left. The woman was all smiles.

"Now. Isn't this nice? Family back together sitting down for a meal?" Her eyes levelled on Katsuki, he kept his reply lodged in the back of his throat. She looked at his plate. "Now Katsuki," She reached over and took the plate, setting it away from him. "I can't having you eating too much. Wouldn't want you to get fat, you're already looking a little pudgy."

As if he had any fat on him. Controlling bitch. Still he remained silent. His eyes followed the swirls of steam coming off the meal as Masaru and Mitsuki ate and talked about their days to each other. When they finished Masaru stood up an collected the plates.

"Since Katsuki cooked, only right that I clean up." He stated. A nice gesture had Katsuki's plate not been the first one he took and emptied into the trash.

"So what do you think hun, should we bring the brat to the office this weekend?" Mitsuki asked, her voice strong with a flicker of amusement. "At least we would be able to keep him out of trouble."

"Hmm, he is what … sixteen now?"

"Fifteen." Katsuki snarled, folding his arms across his chest. Going with them on the weekends sounded like hell. Instead of shoving his out the door they were hauling him in, to keep him under their thumbs.

"Some subtle quirk suppressant cuffs, and some decent clothes. It would be fine." The man glanced at Katsuki over his shoulder. "You did say he understood that any outburst, any … disobedience would result in his removal from UA right?"

Mitsuki grinned, sharp canine's flashing, in a eerily familiar look that Katsuki was sure he wore when he was fighting, and winning.

"Oh, he is well aware of that."

"I don't see a problem with it. Might teach him some responsibility."

"Responsibility?" He couldn't yell it but it came out sharp. "I got accepted into the top Hero school in the country, I worked my CONSTRUCTION job for the entire summer to pay for it!" His throat started to ache but he couldn't bring himself to care. "I have a place to live. I survived a fucking villain attack at my school. What more …"

His words were cut off by the large hand of his father gripping a fistful of hair and pulling his head back hard, hard enough to sent his chair clattering across the floor. He barely got his feet under him before the man started pulling him away, towards the basement door.

"How about responsibility for you actions?" His mother called. "That's what we are teaching you."

"She is right Katsuki. You brought this on your self."

Saturday morning around eight his father returned to release him. Outside his bedroom door he was handed a suit bag.

"You have ten minutes to get ready. And make yourself presentable if you are going be be at the agency."

Katsuki said nothing as the man walked away. Fuck him. UA was his dream but was it worth this bullshit? If he ran away they would send the cops after him but surely Kenichi had ways of keeping them away, right?

With a deep sigh Katsuki turned to the shower. No, he was going to be a hero, number fucking one, even if it was out of pure spite for these sorry excuses for parents. Living and succeeding where gonna be his greatest FUCK YOU to those bastards.

The water stung like a bitch, it was good that the dress shirt was at least black so that stains wouldn't show through. The pants were uncomfortably snug but at least they stretched enough for him to move.

His hair was everywhere but that was just how it went, there was no taming it without hours of time, and a bottle of heavy duty gel.

At the front door his parents were waiting for him. The workaholics that they were meant they went in a little later on the weekends but still went into their agency without fail. His mother gave him a once over with only a slight sneer which was just as good as approval from her.

He was ignored for the ride and all the way to the top floor of their office building. When they walked in though things changed, as they normally did when his mother was around her clients, suddenly her arm was looped around his, and her large profession smile donned her face.

"Good morning," Mitsuki greeted her staff. Masaru disappeared to go help with the clothing line. Katsuki let himself be led all the way back to his mothers office. "Is Darke here yet?" She asked her personal assistant out side her office door.

"Yes ma'am. He just arrived."

"Good." Her grip on his arm became painful. "Remember your place Katsuki. One toe on that line and you can kiss UA goodbye."

Inside the office Mitsuki greeted an older, portly man with enthusiasm, kissing his jowl like cheeks on each side.

"So good to see you Bakugou-san!" He greeted. "Looking as lovely as ever."

"Thank you Darke-san!" She grabbed Katsuki's arm and pulled him closer, to his displeasure. "Darke-san this is my son Katsuki. He will be looking after you today. Coffee, lunch, what ever you need to make today's design go easier."

Katsuki watched as the man's eyes roamed, unapologetically, over his entire body. He scowled but kept his mouth shut.

"My, my Bakugou-san he certainly got your looks didn't he!"

The day had been horribly slow. He poured so many coffee's, and was sent out three different timed to get the Pig different food items because he was 'famished', but worse of all was the casual touches. Hand lingering on his arm, fingers pressed into his back when he walked by, or leaning over so far he was literally whispering in Katsuki's ear to tell him things. The whole time his mother glaring at him, daring him to say anything.

UA better be worth this bull shit. He would rather be beaten again then deal with this a second longer.

The urge to blow the fucker up was there and growing, lucky for him the quirk-suppressant bracelets that were clasped on his wrists prevented him from sparking off the nitro on his palms.

Once they got back to the house Katsuki bolted to the bathroom and emptied what little there was in his stomach. He then crawled his ass into a scalding shower to try and make himself feel a little less dirty. It still stung but he didn't care.

Any hope that he could slip to his room and pass out were dashed when he father was found standing out side the door.

"Your mother wants you downstairs, now."

The 'fuck off' was on his lips but then his fathers hand was on his upper arm digging finger shaped bruises into his skin.

As soon as he saw his mother waiting, with that look, he knew it was gonna be bad.

Monday morning came eventually. His mother finally relented and let him have his phone back, telling him she didn't care where he went during the week but on weekends he was to be home. Opening the phone it was obvious the woman had searched through all his messages, thankfully there wasn't anything she could give him shit for since he erased all the old conversations as he went.

Shitty hair had sent a handful of texts hoping he was ok and wondering if he was in trouble with his mom. Katsuki gave a quick text back saying she was just high strung and the situation upset her. He replied back immediately, glad Katsuki was ok and that he would see him in class.

The thirty or so messages from Kenichi were more concerning. The man was worried about the villain attack, then thought maybe Katsuki had still gone on the hiking trip, but the lack of responses after the time he was suppose to be back at the mansion led to some more heavy worded texts. Katsuki replied and it came up as read but he got nothing back. Maybe the man was mad?

The thought made him nervous. Despite being a bit of a pessimist he had never actually considered what he would do if Kenichi grew tired of his shit and kicked him out. He would have to wait to see the man after school.

There were swarms of reporters around UA preventing students from getting in and generally causing a scene. Katsuki eyed the mess but hung back, like hell he wanted to walk through there.

A few minutes later a couple Pro's came out to lend move them along. Katsuki pushed forward, hoping he had enough of a scowl on that no one was going to try and ask him anything. It worked for the most part, but one of the reporters caught his eye. The man was average everything, he shouldn't have stood out at all but his camera was trained on Katsuki and the teen could hear the shutter going off.

He turned his back on the man as soon as he could and disappeared into the school. This spiked his anxiety even more. The other students were all staring at him along with the rest of class 1-A. Apparently word of the attack had spread enough to have them curious, and being teens they didn't have much tact.

Speaking of tact his class didn't have it either. As soon as he walked in the whole place went silent, eyes stared at him with concern.

Most of the damage from his home visit was under his shirt, save for the bruise on his left jaw. Honestly though it could have come from the villains. Not that any of those no-bodies had even managed to fucking touch him! His class didn't seem to believe that either though.

"Hey Baku-bro!" Kirishima called out as he bounded over. Wide smile faltering for only a moment at the sight of the bruise. "Guess we need to reschedule our camping trip huh?"

"It will probably be a while before the fucking hag lets me out of her sight again," Katsuki hesitated, not liking how the boy deflated he added, "but we can hang out after school if you want?"

"Yeah, yeah ok." Kirishima nodded enthusiastically. Racoon eyes made her way over followed by the Stoner, and Lightening-rod. Leave it to Kaminari though to state the fucking obvious.

"You mom is scary dude! Like, I almost shit myself seeing her coming across the gym. She always like that?"

Katsuki opened his mouth to say something when the door opened behind him and he saw a heavily bandaged Aizawa enter. The distraction from Lightening-rods question was welcome, the look of his teacher was not.

"You should not be here," Katsuki stated firmly, ignoring the wince from his classmates. "You look like your gonna fucking keel over right here. Go fucking rest!"

"As much as I appreciate the concern Bakugou, I have a job to do and we need to start discussing the Sports festival."

"The school is still having it?" Iida asked from the back of the class.

"Yes, so we will need to start preparing."

The rest of the day was a blur , fortunately with all the commotion and drama no one brought up the scene with his mother again, but all of the other teachers seemed to be sharing Aizawa's insistence to train for the sports festival. When it finally ended Katsuki found himself at a nearby coffee shop with Kiri and his idiot-squad.

Sipping his black coffee he watched the morons talk and behave like children. Which they were he supposed, he never had much of a chance to screw around like this. And it was odd that he found himself enjoying their antics, just a little, but he couldn't bring himself to join. Instead he watched, grunted a response when prompted, and tried not to explode Kaminari when he prodded him.

Close to five the group split up and headed home. Ashido was actually heading the same way as Katsuki, he never asked her but silently waited at the station with her, and to her constant yammering, walked her to her front door. She stopped in surprise when they arrived, looking between Katsuki and the door.

"You …" She suddenly smiled, "You walked me home! Thanks Baku-babe! I appreciate it." He did not explode her when she hugged him, but he wiggled away quickly.

"Yea, well, we were just in a villain attack." He reasoned. Turning on his heel he backtracked a bit before taking the normal route to the outskirts where Kenichi's mansion stood. He paused a moment when his phone suddenly blew up with messages.

Opening it up he was not surprised to see that Kirishima had added him to the stupidly named group chat, 'Bakusquad'. What the fuck. Now all the morons had his number.

He paused, he actually wasn't mad about that. Ok, well, that was a thing.

At the mansion Katsuki found Kenichi sitting in his home office. He gave a knock on the doorframe before entering.

The whole weekend had been a shit storm and Katsuki just needed to get it all out on the table, maybe Kenichi could even help with his situation. The fact his home life was severely abusive was something he never stated outright, not even to Suku. Katsuki took a deep breath to calm his nerves, his greeting died on his lips as the man looked up.

Suspecting the man was pissed off was a lot different then seeing the man pissed off.

Maybe the man was worried, maybe he really just cared, but his outlet for his anger was to yell. Kenichi was in his face telling him that this wasn't a babysitting service and that he expected his men to follow orders. Katsuki's orders were to message him when they got back so he knew everything was ok. Loyalty was non-negotiable.

Through it all Katsuki stood there. Red creeping up his neck to his ears, he had already spent his weekend being beaten and abused, and paraded around for nasty rich people. This meant he was in no mood to take even more bullshit from the Yakuza boss. Kenichi's temper was bad, Katsuki's could be explosive! Without being able to yell back he opted for close quarter talking, and popping of his quirk to emphasize the key points.

"After all I have done for you I just expected a lot more consideration," Kenichi spewed, finishing his long winded rant.

"Fuck you." Katsuki's hands popped as he went toe to toe with the man. "There were circumstances out of my control, I messaged when I fucking could. Last I checked I was not one of your 'men'."

"No you're certainly not, my men prove themselves! Earn their place!"

It was said in anger. Katsuki was smart enough to know that they needed to back off and let each other breath. But those words pierced through him a little too close to home. Things were not just given, everything had a price, and his and Kenichi's relationship was too one sided.

Katsuki stepped back. Gave a curt nod and turned on his heel.

"Where the fuck are you going Katsuki? We are not done here."

The teen didn't bother to reply, he went to his room. Packed his duffle bag, along with his school bag and walked out of the mansion. Eyes watched him go but no one tried to stop him.

On the street Katsuki pulled his phone and sent a quick message to Kirishima, asking if he could crash with him for a couple nights. Using the back of his hand he wiped at his face in anger. The confirmation message came moments later and Katsuki made his way quickly.

Later that night, he found himself curled up on a futon on Kiri's floor. Stomach happily full, wrapped in a warm blanket, and listening to his friend's soft snores. This couldn't be a regular weekday thing he knew, but it was a good option for that night. He really needed to be surrounded by a real family, real love, just so he could pretend that it was something that he could have too.

Maybe the sports festival was a way to show them he was worth their attention. With the hole in his chest burning for his dead mentor he swore to himself he was going to win. He would be number one, and he would bring down Chisaki Kai. Two separate goals, but both so important.

*next chapter*

Katsuki spent two nights at Kiri's, his mom's insisting on it as they fed and pampered him much like Deku's mom did when he used to go over there as a small brat. Shitty hair was even a good roommate not touching his stuff of getting on his nerves at all.

Still, he didn't want to ruin his welcome so Thursday he packed his bag and told them he had a place to go. It wasn't really a lie, a dark corner of an alley was a place, not a fun one, but he would rather go there then back to his parents before he was forced too.

Kicking the door open to the classroom usually warranted some of the extra's jumping but it seemed they were growing used to his antics because some people looked up, but most just greeted him.

"Morning Kacchan!"

"Blasty!" Pink arms wrapped around his neck, ignoring the scowl and sparking hands in favour of a hug.

"Stop touching me!" He growled, her arms accidentally pushing on his healing back. The three days had sucked for Hero training but so far he was able to keep it from effecting his training or school work. Aizawa being high on pain meds and still wrapped in bandages kept the normally observant man from questioning him.

Speaking of the devil, said man walked into the classroom, sans wrappings and a fresh new scar under his right eye.

"Looking good sir!" Kaminari shouted.

"Good to see you are feeling better now Sensei," Momo offered.

"Thank you. Now all of you, to your seats class started thirty seconds ago." The extras bolted. Katsuki from when those tired eyes zeroed in on the yellowing bruise on his jaw. "Bakugou. Why didn't you see Recovery girl for your injuries?"

"What injuries?" Katsuki snapped a little, not wanting any more attention.

"The bruise on your face," he deadpanned.

"Yeah his Mom has a mean …"

The look Katsuki levelled at the dumb blonde was enough for that side of the class to flinch back, and Kami to actually shut his mouth.

"It's just a bruise Sir, its fine." Katsuki muttered before taking his seat.

It took all his skill to avoid Aizawa for the rest of the day. After lunch he seemed to be particularly keen on snagging Katsuki for a conversation. Fuck that. Every conversation he had with an adult he had any respect for came crashing down this week. Nope. Not happening.

His quirk might be explosions, but fuck any one that thought his weak point would be stealth!

End of the day Katsuki slipped out of that school without even Deku seeing which way he went!

Stowing his two bags in his new hiding place he pulled out a spare change of clothes and his black Kitsune mask. He changed in the alley, tucked away far enough that no one on the street could see him.

After a good stretch he started his rounds. Bag full of supplies slung over his shoulder.

The sun was just starting to dip behind the building, Katuski was sitting in an alley with a woman, treating a burn on her arm. Her four year old had just gotten her quirk and couldn't control it yet. A problem Katsuki connected with on a spiritual level, at four he burnt himself so many times.

Katsuki paused, he felt eyes on him. Without giving any indication he was aware he handed the woman some more cream and sent her on her way. Once she was safely gone Katsuki turned and locked eyes with two figures standing in the shadows at the other end of the alley.

"Kitsune," The bigger of the men chucked. "The boss had been looking for you. You are difficult to pin down."

Their faces weren't familiar to Katsuki, but he recognized some of the tattoos that adorned their arms. Shie Hassaikai.

"Your boss huh? Well you can tell him, he can go fuck himself with a spiked bat and then come see me. I'll make sure he is treated real good." Katsuki sneered. The two men moved forward a few steps, glancing over his shoulder he saw three more men coming in the other end of the alley.

He didn't have a license to use his quirk, but that wasn't going to stop these guys, so he was just going to have to keep things small and controlled.

The tension built until finally something broke and all five men lunged forward together. Katsuki leapt, with a bit of held from his quirk, he grabbed a fire escape high above his head. With a grin he scaled the thing with ease so that he was on the roof. The five men didn't have means to follow him but the additional four men already on a roof took this as a blessing and attacked.

Katsuki ducked the first punch thrown at his face. Using his training, along with some super powered blows he had perfected with Kenichi, he moved around trading and blocking blows. One well placed front ball kick sent one unlucky bastard over the edge. Katsuki hoped he could bounce.

Extended limbs reached for him, along with a stream of a black tar like substance. Looked like sludge …fuck that, that guy did get an explosion to the face!

The one with the extendable limbs. Well he got two broken arms for his trouble!

Katsuki grunted when a solid metal fist buried itself into his side. Spinning off the man to avoid the second he turned sharp enough to land a spinning elbow into the temple of the next nearby man. Ducking to again avoid the swing of the man with metal fists he swept out his leg to take the bastard down.

He would have kept going but the four men from earlier were making their way up, along with another half a dozen men closing in. Katsuki was never one to back down from a fight but fourteen on one were odds he did not like. This required a tactical retreat, with some hit and run techniques.

Running towards the closest edge that wasn't blocked by a shit tonne of men he used a sharp blast to easily clear the gap, legs pumping methodically as soon as he hit the next roof. The men close on his heels.

He sent a couple blasts over his shoulders to keep them back but they returned the favour, a few in their numbers had projectile quirks. Several sharp spikes, and small bullet like forms whizzed past him. The open roof tops were not good for a gun(like) fight!

Blindly jumping into an alley way below was not ideal but getting shot seemed like the lesser of the two options. Katsuki tucked in his limbs as he fell into the next alley. He hit the edge of a garbage bin at the bottom, the air was forcefully knocked from his lungs.

"Fucking hell." He muttered, forcing himself to move despite the pain. Getting caught by these fuckers was not an option. He weaved in and out of the alleys, steadily making his way north, hoping that if he got far enough into Kenichi's territory these fuckers would back off.

One poor asshole jumped out at him from an linking alley. He got blasted before he could even register the dangerous palm faced his direction. Katsuki snorted at the low level thugs expense, they really weren't smart just dangerous.

Of course he didn't think too highly of himself when a moment later to took the full brunt of a shoulder tackle from a massive man in a bird mask. This one was clearly a higher ranking gang member.

Katsuki pulled himself out of the garbage pile he had been knocked into. Mask still secure he went to move when a hand as big as his neck grabbed him and lifted him a good foot off the ground. Gasping for breath Katsuki kicked out but it did nothing. A few of the faster goons started to leak into the ends of the alley. He had to go! He had to get this fucker off him!

A boot to the face made the man laugh.

"Easy now pipsqueak. Boss want you in relatively one piece but I will smash you if you don't stop squirming."

Katsuki choked out a 'Fuck you!' and kicked him again.

The hand tightened making the teens eyes water.

The man did not stand a chance when he was hit by an explosion the same moment a dragon latched on to an arm, and a capture weapon curled around his legs.

Aizawa dropped from the roofs, Kenichi appeared at the mouth of the alley and Katsuki couldn't help but feel a little bad for the poor fuckers caught in between.

Their fighting styles were not similar but were equally effective. Katsuki had expected Kenichi to be the more violent of the two but Aizawa didn't seem to care much about what injuries he inflicted either. The men were still alive, to varying degrees.

It took one minute and twelve seconds for fifteen villains to be put down and restrained for the police to pick up.

Katsuki was about to open his mouth when the alley turned cold.

Kenichi and Aizawa were staring at each other.

"Ahhh," Katsuki didn't even get a word out before the capture weapon was wound him and he was flying through the air onto the roofs again. Aizawa followed him, setting him down gently.

"Are you alright?" Aizawa was in front of him, carefully studying him.

"Throat's bruised again, a few cracked ribs when I hit a trash can." He grumbled out, the man took his chin and tilted it up. Kenichi stepped onto the roof a second later.

"Kats!" He called out but froze when he met Aizawa's stare again.

"No one invited you here," Aizawa snarled, his face betraying more emotion then Katsuki had ever seen there before. The man had stood to his full height, both were tense and battle ready.

"Bite me Eraser, I am only here for Kat. I was told he was being chased."

"Kat?" Aizawa looked over at Katsuki. The boy shrugged.

"I've been staying with Kenichi until recently. He was friends with Suku."

Aizawa looked to the sky and groaned. He might have gained a couple new grey hairs with that one.

"Fucking hell kid."

Kenichi scowled but chose to walk around the man and kneeled in front of Katsuki so they were eye level.

"Katsuki, I am so sorry. I was mad, and concerned, but I had no right to make you feel like you owed me anything. You are always welcome at my house, please come home, the street is just not safe for you!"

Aizawa stepped forward.

"Actually, we need to have a talk about your living situation as well Katsuki." He sent a glare to Kenichi before he pulled out his phone and held it up for Katsuki to see, Kenichi leaning enough to see as well.

It was the security video from the school. Mitsuki was hard to miss stalking across the gym, the muffled sound coming from the video was snapped when the slap could be heard clearly. Katsuki actually flinched when watching it.

"Who is that?" Kenichi demanded.

"I am under the impression that is your mother, right Katsuki?"

Sitting on the roof Katsuki looked between the two men. For once their hostility towards each other was forgotten as eyes locked on him. There was really no point in answering the question, he was a spitting image of the damn hag. Instead he told a different tale, the one he had meant to tell Kenichi before their fight.

"The school called the fucking parents after the attack. They found a number for mine and the Hag decided to show up. She … they were not happy with me, but decided now that I had done something somewhat impressive that maybe I should be at the house a bit more. They made me go to the agency with them." He glanced up at the two. "They own a clothing line and modelling agency and they work most weekend." He explained. The memory of gross hands on him made him shutter. "They put quirk restraint bracelets on me and told me if I did anything to fuck up they'd pull me out of UA." He shuddered again. "Their …client. Has a thing for my mother, she was aware, so instead offered me to assist him for the fucking day."

"Katsuki," Aizawa said slowly, looking vaguely green. "Did the man touch you?!"

Katsuki shrugged.

"Nothing too bad I guess, but fuck, I don't like people touching me most days and he just kept rubbing my arm, and lower back. Whispering in my fucking ear." He shook his head to clear the image. "Anyway, I didn't blow him up, but they still weren't happy with me."

Katsuki stood up, sucked in a deep breath to calm his nerves and peeled off his shirt. There was a few new bruises from the alley fight, but when he turned he heard both of the men give an angry growl.

The flesh was a dark black and purple highlighted with red gashes. Fingerprints were bruised into his arms, and side. But the worst, there in the middle of his back was a word carved into his flesh.

'Useless'

"Ok, fuck this, I don't mind murdering a few people." Kenichi sneered out as his phone appeared in his hand. "Give me the address, it'll look like a electrical fire." Surprisingly Aizawa said nothing to stop him.

Katsuki gave a violent start.

"No. No!" He held his hand out in a placating manner. "They are horrible, I know that, but … they are still my parents. Fuck! I can't explain it, just please, don't fucking do that you trigger happy bastard."

"Alright." Aizawa seemed to snap back to his senses. "Alright we need evidence and do this properly. Full case, criminal charges, the works. First off, we are heading to Recovery girl to get pictures and heal that. Is there anything else you can think of that would speed along an investigation."

Katsuki ran a hand through his hair.

"Well …" He was embarrassed to admit this but he didn't want to go back there, "In the basement, the room with the hot water heater, there are restrains bolted to the floor. Probably find more then a bit of my blood around there, that's where my dad would …" He trailed off as both men were staring at him with matching horrified expressions. "Umm, yeah, and the fucking Hag's phone. She likes to take pictures of the after."

"My way would be quicker." Kenichi commented, fingers rubbing the gun in his belt lovingly.

"Don't fucking tempt me with a good time." Aizawa muttered, as he pulled out his phone too.

"Ok Dads! Jesus, pull in the murderous intent huh? I am suppose to be a hero in training not an accomplice."

Both men gave a start and looked at each other.

"Like hell I'd let this fucker raise a child with me!" Kenichi sneered, pouting slightly.

"You shouldn't be allowed around any playground!" Aizawa snapped back.

"Pffft. Fuck you Eraser, I've been raising our son longer then you and he is fucking amazing!"

"Our …?!" Aizawa rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I am going to go out on a limb and say Suku raised Katsuki more then you. He hasn't stabbed anyone yet so definitely not your spawn!"

"Oooo you should see this little fucking gremlin with a knife! Almost like he was born with it!" Kenichi puffed out his chest in pride. "He can hotwire a car in less than a minute too!"

Katsuki felt his face flash red as he looked over to see Aizawa glaring at him.

"One of his cars!" Katsuki threw up his hands in surrender. "I never stole anything in my life! Fuck you Rolex you are not fucking helping here!" He sent a punch the man's way who lazily blocked before pulling Katsuki into a hug.

"Sorry." He muttered again.

"I am placing you in protective custody as of right now, you are not going back to that house. Come on, we are going to Recovery girl." Aizawa announced. Kenichi kept him tight between his arms, glaring again at Aizawa.

"So what, you gonna shove him in some group fucking home?" He demanded.

The cold aura between the two was back.

"What? You think him going back to a Yakuza strong hold is a better plan? He already has a rival gang trying to kill him." The tired mother fucker spared a glance to Katsuki. "It is ultimately up to you though. I don't want you going anywhere you are not comfortable with."

"What are my options? Fuck foster care, I won't do that shit."

"Well, you could go with Kenichi," Aizawa looked like he might vomit at that thought. "We could get him a temporary guardian status. Or, you can come back to my place and you will be under my personal care."

Katsuki looked between the two.

"You both want me to stay with you?" He was confused, what the fuck was his life with a pro hero and a yakuza boss fighting over his custody. "Can I do both? Stay with Kenichi on weekdays so I can do my round," Both men went to speak. "I won't stop helping the people because of these fuckwads. I have my phone and the tracker you gave me so I'll be fine."

"You put a fucking tracker on him?" Kenichi looked surprised. Aizawa gave him an unimpressed look.

"Sorry you didn't think of that first?"

"Fuck you!"

"Out of your class I'm afraid." Aizawa remained stoic but the comment made Katsuki bark out a laugh regardless.

"Anyway, you old fucking married couple, going with you on weekends also avoids the extra's in class thinking I'm getting special treatment."

"Shared custody," Rolex slumped over Katsuki's shoulder, "When did we every let our relationship get to this Eraser? I was content in just trying to beat you up."

"And I was content in ruining all your illegal operations."

"I don't know what you are talking about, I am a serious business man."

Aizawa looked about two seconds away from snapping the mouthy fuckers neck, really Katsuki couldn't blame him, he dealt with enough mouthy teenagers on a daily basis.

"I am only agreeing to this because I, for one, thinks Katsuki needs an army protecting him with his shit luck, and two can trust that he at least would not partake in any unsavoury behaviour."

"Mmmm," the man around his shoulders hums, "He does have an unwavering moral compass. But if you ever want to partake in some unsavoury behaviour I wouldn't say no."

The fucker was flirting with his teacher! How do you go from looks that could kill to trying to get into their fucking bed?!

"Ok, ok, you thirty asshole!" Katsuki pushed the man away, towards the route to take him home. "I'm going to go get patched up, I'll see you at the house."

The man cackles as he saunters away.

Aizawa was trying to summon some sort of divine power to strike the fucker down as he went.

*next chapter*

Pictures taken and all healed up Katsuki was sitting in the infirmary with Chiyo when Present Mic entered.

"There is my sassiest little listener!" Mic all but shouted. "How are we feeling?"

"Like Unicorn shit incarnate." Katsuki offered. Mic paused, thought about it, then snickered to himself as he plopped down in one of the chairs. "Where'd the walking-dead get off too?"

"On the phone with a friend of our at the police station. Pretty sure they are talking the logistics of getting you out of that house for good, and what is needed to press charges."

"Should have mentioned this sooner Katsuki. I would never have let you stay in such a situation."

"To be honest the last bit hadn't been bad, they didn't want me home so I didn't fucking go. Kenichi gave me a place to stay."

At this Mic snickered even harder and rubbed a hand over his face.

"Leave it to you, kid, to get those two in the same room not killing each other!" Mic smiled.

"Yeaaa, about that. They seemed pretty fucking hostile, what's the story?" Then Katsuki paused to add, "Hostile till Kenichi started flirting with Aizawa that is. Then he just seemed done."

That was it, it broke Mic. He started laughing hysterically and couldn't even catch his breath. That was what Aizawa walked into, he looked down a mic with his usual uninterested expression but the slight downward curve of his lips gave him away.

"He seems to think Kenichi flirting with you is fucking comedic gold." Katsuki said. "Gonna fill me in?"

Aizawa seemed to weigh his options before answering.

"No." Short, to the the point and utterly unacceptable.

"Seriously? I am gonna be spending my free time with you ass…" Calling Aizawa an asshole suddenly didn't seem like a good idea by the way the man's eyes narrowed. "No. It's a good answer. I can respect that." Katsuki scooted away a bit.

"Is he good to go? I am gonna take him to his new residence so he can get some rest, tomorrow after school the three of us," He motioned to himself, Mic and Katsuki. "Are going to make a visit to your parents house to pick up whatever items you require."

"Ok. There isn't much really. Have the cops been there yet?"

"No, not yet, but they are going to go before we get there. That way if there is something they miss you can help point the way."

Katsuki took a deep breath. He could do that, he could, so he gave a nod.

The drive to the mansion was quiet but comfortable, after being healed Katsuki was feeling quite tired. Aizawa glanced over at him.

"You did good today kid. Get some sleep, I'll wake you when we get there."

Katsuki didn't give it a second thought, Aizawa he trusted with his life, so he leaned against the door and closed his eyes. He woke up with a jolt when his door was opened.

"We're here."

It felt odd to walk into the mansion with Aizawa at his side. Most of the men greeted him warmly, giving the Pro Hero no more than a glance.

"You have an interesting social circle." Sleep-deprivation commented. Katsuki rolled his eyes.

"Didn't really get a chance to hang out with many kids when I was living on the street." Katsuki stated lamely. "I knew Deku before but we grew apart once my mother started being the Hag."

"I got that impression believe it or not."

"I bullied him for awhile too. Really not nice shit. I started ignoring him when it started getting real bad at home … than the green fucker saved my life from the sludge villain."

"That why you don't explode him when he hugs you?"

"That's a rare access pass he earned putting up with my shit." Katsuki laughs. "Couple seconds than he has to back the fuck off. Same with Pinky."

"What she do to earn that?"

"Nothing really, just kinda wormed her way in with the rest of Kiri's idiots."

"Kiri huh?"

Katsuki's face turned beat red.

"Ohhhh what are we talking about that he is blushing?" Kenichi snickered as he came through the side door to where the two of them were standing. Katsuki knew right off the bat that Kenichi had gotten his message that Aizawa was driving him home, and that the man-whore went to change. Tight black pants, black silk dress shirt opened to expose his chest, and glistening gold chains.

"Kirishima Eijirou." Aizawa watched the teens expression when he said Shitty hairs full name. His cheeks betrayed him and sparked off a couple mini sparks. With a yelp in embarrassment Katsuki buried his face behind his hands.

"I didn't know they did that! Ho ho, my little gremlin this changes everything!" Kenichi pulled away his hands to get a better look and got a downright nasty glare for his efforts. He just chuckled and poked Katsuki's still red cheeks. "Adorable!"

"Fuck you!" Katsuki growled swatting away his hands.

If he wasn't mistaken he caught a tilt of Aizawa's lips.

"Fuck you too Sleep-depravation! You knew what you were fucking doing!"

"No idea what you are talking about Katsuki," Aizawa said lightly.

"Eraser! So glad you could make it. Welcome to my humble home." Kenichi put a hand on Katsuki's shoulder and pushed him out of the way.

"Hey!"

Kenichi grinned, flashing a bit of canine as he approached Aizawa. The man eyed him with unrestrained disdain. And even took a step back when the Horny-bastard leaned into his space.

"You know, I was ill prepared to be a father today but I will accept my responsibility with grace. But, something is bothering me," Kenichi moved quick to grasp Aizawa's hand and kiss his knuckles. "We didn't get to have any of the fun that usually goes with having kids!"

Aizawa reversed his hold and snared Kenichi by the shirt collar and pulled him up to his toes. They were similar heights but Aizawa definitely had the Yakuza boss in strength.

"I think you misinterpreted me not kicking your ass as an invitation. It wasn't. And maybe try and keep it in your pants in front a child? Wouldn't want him to think this is how a young man should behave."

Kenichi looked down at his hand.

"He's fifteen he has seen worse on the internet." He still smirked. "Ooo that hand though, wonder what the feel's like on my …"

Whatever he was about to say was cut short by a sharp punch to the kidney. Kenichi doubled over with a wheeze. His men were frozen between amusement and loyalty, a few even snorted a laugh.

"Show me your room Katsuki. I want to double check the security." Aizawa ordered, unconcerned he just punched a Yakuza boss in his own house.

"God, I do like it rough." Kenichi muttered to the floor, not yet able to stand straight.

Katsuki's eyes went wide before turning to Aizawa. The man said nothing, just motioned Katsuki to lead the way.

Aizawa double checked windows and door locks.

"Regular patrols, and canines on the grounds?" Aizawa asked glancing at Kenichi who was upright and leaning on the door frame.

"Yeah, along with some special quirk-enhanced features. Not even you could sneak in here undetected." He sounded sure about that. Katsuki never thought about it but seeing it all laid out he could almost agree.

"Heh, I bet I could." Katsuki challenged with a grin. Kenichi gave a start.

"No, no you couldn't."

"I'll take that fucking bet." Katsuki folded his arms across his chest. Aizawa touched his forearm with a stern look.

"You were just healed and have school tomorrow. Go to bed." He ordered. Katsuki would have argued but the man had that look in his eye again. The teen swallowed his words and gave a nod. Aizawa turned and headed for the door, Kenichi gave him a wide smile as he got closer then walked by. Then the fucker gave the oldest line in the book but some how made it sound swave.

"Hate to see you go Eraser, but damn love to see you walk away."

It was a good thing Kenichi had some reflexes because the throwing knife that embedded itself into the doorframe where he had been standing could have been problematic had he not dove into the room.

Katsuki looked down at the snickering idiot.

"He is going to kill you." Katsuki pointed out. Kenichi flashed a grin.

"What a way to die!"

"You gonna tell me what the deal is with you two?"

Kenichi hopped to his feet and wiped of his pants. He ruffled Katsuki's hair.

"No."

Fucking prick.

Collecting his few belongings from his house was uneventful, neither of his parents were present.

Aizawa brought him to his apartment Friday night and Katsuki got his first look at the underground hero's life. Much like his own life style Aizawa did have a whole lot of things to fill up a place. Just the necessities.

His room was much of the same, desk, futon and book shelf. He liked it, felt more like when he lived with Suku.

"I have patrol tonight, I left all the numbers you could need on the fridge. Did you want me to cook before I go?"

Fucking teacher offering to cook him supper before work? Was that how it was suppose to be? It was such a stupid small thing but it made him feel like he was channeling his inner Izuku because he had to turn away and blink several times. Kenichi was great, but he wasn't very domestic, Aizawa had all the feels of an actual Dad.

He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder, he let it guild his head around to press into his teachers collar. Not a full hug, that might have been too much, but it was warm.

"Thank you." Katsuki muttered into the fabric.

"Your welcome kid."

Katsuki stood with his merry band of idiots at the entrance to the arena. They could see part of the stands and it was enough to give any teenage stage fright.

"Ohhhh, that's a lot of people!" Spark-plug wrung his hand nervously.

"Why is there so many? I don't know if I can do this." Mina, the most outgoing of the lot looked like she was going to blow chunks.

"Tch. Who the fuck cares about all the extras? It might just be a stupid competition but it does effect our fucking future, our choices our abilities. Suck it up you wusses, and put your fucking game faces on!"

"Ooo is that some of your opening speech?" Kiri asked with a grin. Midnight had literally just told him about the stupid thing five minutes ago. He actually didn't know what he was going say. Fucking bitch putting him on the spot like this.

Katsuki walked out with the rest of the first year classes when their cue is given, the Leather-fetish hero is on the stage working the crowd. Eventually she called up the top student of the entrance exam to give the opening speech.

Looking at all the nervous face of the kids he was to be competing against he felt a tug at his gut. Lifting his chin up, he realized what he was going to do. Silence fell over the crowd.

"All the students you see standing before you," He growled into the mic, "Have already given blood, sweat and tears to be here, so instead of screaming for more, booing competitors or even handpicking your future sidekicks based of nothing but a few seconds of violence. Make sure you know them before you put your two cents in from the stands. That being fucking said, we are here to compete, we are here to battle with everything we have, but there will only be one on top, and I will win."

As he stepped back he saw the few teacher around him scowl, and the crowd hummed with negative chatter. He didn't care what they thought, the students deserved to be seen on more then just entertainment. His speech had the desired effect though, his classmates took it as a challenge and were puffing their chests as if to say he was wrong, that it would be them claiming that top spot and the crowd was too focused on hating him to spook any of the others. Katsuki gave a smirk.

Let the fun begin!

First event was a run. Yeah there was some obstacles but there wasn't much worth his time to worry about. Competitors on the other hand were varied, with the Half'n'half bastard being a royal pain in the ass.

They were neck and neck but no! Fucking Deku and his quick fucking thinking.

Second. At least he got one foot in front of the Candy-cane.

The next was a calvary battle. He wasn't sure what the fuck this was suppose to show case but what ever. Might be fun.

He looked at his team mates. Brain running the scenarios.

"While Mina is the lightest, speed isn't gonna matter much if we can't get more headbands." He muttered, "Tape-face, you're gonna have the biggest advantage up there, plus between me and shitty-hair weight isn't gonna matter much."

"And," Sero said seriously, "And you are ok, letting me do that? I literally have you chances of winning in my hand.

"Shut the fuck up and get on. I trust you can't fuck it up so bad that we can't, at the very least, keep you out of harms way."

"Alright man, if you are sure."

The bell signalled their start.

"Oh, would you look at that. The beast of 1-A is a bottom, who would have thought?"

Oh goody, the other loud fucking blond, really there were a lot of them, this one from 1-B, and this one had a particular hate on for Katsuki for whatever reason. Katsuki refused to take the bait, it wasn't like he could yell back anyway, and exploding the fucker would get the disqualified. He did allow himself a smirk though when Sero pulled out their master plan!

Rules were the person on top couldn't fall and touch the ground. Using his tape like an impromptu Spiderman, Sero got right up in the blondes face to snatch the headbands from him, before running across his teammates to jump and pull himself to another group. Katsuki and the other two just had to stay close enough that he could get back to them.

The snatch and grab worked to their favour, as did avoiding the other two groups that had high start numbers. Katsuki wanted to go at Deku, get that big fat paycheque around his neck, but it wasn't logical.

He was only slightly disappointed when the whole thing finished and they finished second, a-fucking-gain.

As soon as the board came up with the individual fights he knew second was not going to cut it this time! This was where he would shine.

Round cheeks. Somehow not only did the bitch not like him, but she was agreeing with the crowd, that he must think it was ok to beat a woman.

"Probably why your mother slapped you! Had to keep your horrible attitude in line, calling her a hag? That's you mother!" She sneered at him as she tried again to make him float. He didn't know what she expected to do with that, using his explosion he was perfectly ok being in the air. Still her taunts were out of line, little sweet Uraraka had some dirty fighting techniques. "Ha!" Came he triumphant yell.

Katsuki sighed, looked up, the floating boulders were not hard to miss, pointed an almost lazy palm and exploded the sky into a million different pieces of smoking debris. And one good shot to her for good measures.

"Noo-oo." She tried to get up. "No, you were distracted, I had your attention." She couldn't wrap her mind around it as she collapsed. The crowd booed him even louder.

"Good try cheeks, but unlike some people I can walk and chew gum at the same time. Do two things. Situational awareness bitch."

Kirishima was a decent fight, though a bit too still to keep up with him. Katsuki took care not to hold back on him, but at the same time not injure his so bad that a heal would put him out for the rest of the festival.

Bird brain was easy. Light. Oooo, big fucking secret.

Watching Deku's fights he had the urge to phone Inko and get her permission to drag the boy out of there. What ever fucking quirk he got a hold of was obviously still too much for him, and fucking Allmight there again giving the little masochist the thumbs up. The man was becoming a problem.

As he stood there he felt a presence come up beside him. He looked over a Round-cheeks.

"I am sorry for what I said, I just wanted to throw you off you game."

Katsuki gave a snort.

"Hey, if you are ok bringing up someone trauma to get the win, you do you cheeks."

Her face turned red and she sputtered.

"What? No! I would never do something like that. You're just a dick all the time, I figured you had … well … Mommy issues I guess. Strong woman trying to lead an family and all."

"Is that what you think that was?" Katsuki rose an eyebrow. She opened her mouth, thought, then closed it with a click. "Next time don't think that since you don't like someone, or some one is annoying, that they don't have shit going on too."

He left it at that but when he turned the corner he almost bowled over the Candy-cane fuck

The two stared at each other.

"Spit it out Two-tone," Katsuki finally sneered.

"I just did not expect for us to have so much in common. And yet you seem fine, strong. Confident and with impressive control."

Katsuki had already guessed what he was talking about. Endeavour was leaking around the back halls looking for his son earlier.

"Yeah, so? The Hag gets her kicks taking shit out on me and I am just suppose to lay down and take it? Fuck that. My life, my quirk, my choices. She can't have any of it!"

The boy tilted his head like a confused dog.

"Huh. Surprisingly insightful Bakugou. In fact Midoriya told me something similar earlier."

Leave it to the nerd to play councillor.

"Yeah, well, he was always good at picking up on when something was wrong." Leaving the duel wielder to his thoughts Katsuki went to find a seat to see his and Deku's fight.

Before it was even done Katsuki disappeared to Recovery girls infirmary to help prep for the two when they were done breaking themselves. What was he the only one with a nick name like the Beast of 1-A when his classmates were just as batshit crazy?

*next chapter*

Katsuki watched as Recovery girl worked. It was a good think Deku wasn't moving on because he was not going to be in any shape to fight after she was done with him. He would be lucky if he would be allowed out of the infirmary any time soon.

Two-tone would be ok, a little tired but fine.

"You and me Barber-poll. You ready for his fire storm?"

He flinched at the word use. Oh right, flaming Dumpter-fire was his father and if they were similar that the asshole was abusive.

"If you don't want to why don't you just say?" Katsuki offered. That made him look even more mortified, true Katsuki would have been offended if some told him to forfeit but he figured he would table the option anyway.

"Can't do that, he would never allow it."

"Allow? Fuck him. If you don't want to continue then don't." He made it sound simple but he knew to Todoroki it wasn't, it was never easy going against the abuse, didn't matter how old or strong you got. "I can walk off once we get out there. Then it's my stupid ass forfeiting." That went against everything in his soul, but if it meant his class mate wouldn't get beat, then he would do it.

"No. No! We are going to fight and I am going to win. I can do this." There wasn't much emotion there but Katsuki took him for his word.

Shouldn't have taken him on his word. He definitely wasn't giving it his all, wasn't using his fire, and his father could be heard yelling from the stands. A wall of ice shot up in front of him, preventing him from stepping out of the ring.

"I am not gonna do this. You obviously don't want to!" Katsuki couldn't yell, so he didn't know if the other boy heard him or not. But the determined set to his brow said maybe he was willing to try now.

Katsuki dodged more ice, sent a few condensed blasts his way before taking to the air with his blasts. He rocketed forward, say the flicker of flame over Half'n'half's left side. Finally a fight! Now he could pull out a little something he had been working on, it was tricky but if he pulled it off it was impressive.

Everything looked good, spinning through the air in a fiery cartwheel until he saw Todoroki's face. He had given up. The boy was going to take the damn hit just to avoid using his own fire. Last second he shut of his quirk, grabbed the boy from his uniform and threw him bodily from the ring. It was anticlimactic and the crowd didn't like it after the start of his Howitzer, but no way Katsuki was going to risk injuring the boy just because these fuckers had blood lust.

The bastard looked up at him from the ground, eyes wide. Katsuki snarled and headed for the stairs. The crowd was booing him again. Fuckers had wanted blood it would seem. Without a single fuck to give he flipped off the whole crowd as he walked away.

In the changing room he was just pulling on his shirt when the door burst open.

"What are you doing?! We still have the award ceremony and you won." Midnight snapped at him. Katsuki pulled his shirt down and scowled.

"You know this is the men's changing room right?"

"I don't care pipsqueak! You were not dismissed and you have to get back up there, now!"

A UA teacher was ordering him to do something but Katsuki didn't want too.

"I didn't earn that fucking medal, I don't want it."

"You don't have a choice. The medal ceremony is important."

Katsuki shouldered his bag, he was going to go wait for Aizawa. The man had slipped out to a doctor appointment mid-festival but had promised to be back for the end. Katsuki stared up at Midnight she stared back, arms crossed, whip swaying menacingly. Neither moved.

"You are going to the ceremony. Sorry if it's interrupting your precious time, but this is what you signed up for kid."

Katsuki rolled his eyes and took a step towards the exit.

"The fuck it is. You can shove that fucking medal." Ok, so he was irritated and more then a little rude but he was allowed to refuse.

The purple mist didn't have a particular smell but it hit like a fucking Mac truck. Katsuki's eyes drooped, and his mind went funny. The last thing he saw was the heels of Midnight's boots in front of his eyes.

Oh. Oh this felt too familiar. No, he got away from her! He wasn't at home anymore … was he? His voice was cut off by the metal contraption on his face. It was hard to breath. What the fuck? What was going on!?

Katsuki forced his eyes open. The room wasn't empty. Todoroki and the Tokoyami were standing a little bit away eyeing him with concern but not moving to come any closer. Cementos was there as well, the concrete slab digging into back would be his then. An oddly calm thought when his chest was heaving to get a breath in and he could feel a cloudiness in his eye sight.

His blood pressure was low. It had been a long time since he had felt it but he wouldn't forget. It was the reason he had to be super careful with medication and any form of sedative. His unique chemical makeup from his quirk was a delicate balance which was why this was not good.

Pulling on the chains and struggling got his heart rate to increase, ignoring the burn he yelled the best he could, trying to get the adrenaline to spike to keep from passing out. It wasn't helping, everything was tilting.

Suddenly the platform started to raise and Katsuki's stomach gave a twist. No, no, no, nononnonononono! He did not need all those fuckers up there to see him like this. Humiliation crept up the back of his neck as the stands came into view.

The crowd cheered. Bakugou could see the darkness creeping in his sight again, he had to keep pulling and moving his body as much as he could or he would pass out, and likely not wake up again since these assholes didn't seem to know two shits about his quirk!

It must have looked frenzied, he could have been a rabid dog by the looks and sounds of the crowd. He couldn't help the frustrated tears that started to run down his cheeks. His hands sparked by accident, burns seared up his arms because the damn cuffs they put on just held the sweat, making so he was holding literal bombs.

Why? Was this really fucking necessary? Yeah he was rude, but this, this was what they would have done. Maybe they were right. He couldn't keep up the struggle, his shoulders fell limp as he watched Allmight start to hand out the medals. By the time he got to Katsuki, his arms and feet were feeling numb, and the only thing keeping him standing was the chains wrapped around his chest. What ever Midnight had for a quirk was his fucking Kryptonite because he couldn't shake the effects.

He felt the muzzle be removed, a line of spit fell from the metal, two bright red lines cuts across each cheek. Katsuki couldn't remember where he was, he felt the presence in front of him and winced back, eyes down cast.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled. Allmight hesitated. "I'm sorry. P-please …" His vision darkened farther. "Let me out mo-m, d-da-dad, please. Hurts."

He passed out. He didn't see Allmight hastily put the medal on his neck and block him from the view of all the cameras. There was no way he was aware that the man was wearing a huge fake smile to make the people feel better about the situation and pretend that everyone was ok.

It wasn't until the platform dipped below the people's line of sight did the man turn and snap the chains, carefully laying the boy down.

"Young Bakugou?" He patted the boys cheek and got no response. "Kid?"

"Kacchan!" Deku burst into the room. "Kacchan?" The nerd at least knew what was happening, it was more of a problem when they were younger. Katsuki would have been happy he wasn't awake for the next part when the green nerd lifted him, bridal style and ran as fast as his quirk would allow to get him to recovery girl. No doubt aggravating his own injuries from the festival.

When he woke next there were many loud voices to try an sort through.

"What the fuck were you thinking? Isn't this supposed to be a school? You almost killed the kid!" One man.

"He is absolutely right, any longer and Katsuki would have been in a coma. You were given all the students files Midnight! It clearly states in his that he can't be put under any kind on anesthetics!" A woman.

"He was being difficult! And disobeying a direct order given by a teacher. I only did what I had to so we could get on with the ceremony." Another woman.

"Oh well, fuck him then right? He didn't listen so you figured you'd fucking cuff and muzzle him? Not like he was just placed in protective custody last week for being in an extremely abusive house hold, no way that was wasn't triggering at all!" Another male.

"Wait … what? When did … I didn't know!"

"Whether you knew or not is irrelevant, it shouldn't have happened!"

Katsuki knew those voices, one was Kenichi and one was Aizawa. He opened an eye and saw Recovery girl standing at his side, closest to him, Aizawa was between Kenichi and Midnight. Cemtentos and Allmight were standing a little farther back.

"Don't get your panties in a twist," Katsuki muttered out. His tongue felt fat in his mouth. "Not the first time my blood pressure has dropped."

He could see by the scowl on their faces that Aizawa and Kenichi clearly disagreed. Katsuki went to sit up but found his limbs were shaking too much.

"I had to give you an adrenaline shot. You are gonna feel jittery for awhile."

"Mmm. I do love getting stabbed in the fucking heart." He rubbed his eyes before glancing around the room at the silence. "OK, lighten the fuck up. I'm not dead. She is a bitch, but she didn't mean to."

Midnight frowned at being called a bitch but said nothing. Katsuki caught her eye. They had a stare down for a moment.

"I," She paused, straightening her back. "I over reacted. I apologize."

Well, those were words but Katsuki couldn't quite believe them. Still he couldn't bring himself to care either.

"Whatever. It's done. Can we go home?" He looked to Aizawa and Kenichi.

"I'll take him tonight. You get your fucking co-workers in line Eraser.' Kenichi gave the three other Pro's a look that promised a beat down if they said anything. He slid an arm under Katsuki's armpits and helped ease him to his feet. His legs folded like a damn accordion.

"Ok, he is going to need to rest for few more minutes. You lot get out." Recovery girl ushered everyone but Aizawa and Kenichi out. When she came back she took a seat next to Katsuki and patted his hand.

"Make sure you message Midoriya and Kirishima when you get a chance dear. Those two had to be sent home."

"Midoriya almost threw a punch at Allmight, after yelling at the three of them." Aizawa offered. Katsuki barked a rough laugh. His throat was sore but the mental picture of the nerd telling his idol off was too much. "And Kirishima didn't want to leave your side, his mothers had some choice words for the school as well."

Katsuki felt better with that. He actually gave a smug little smile.

"Good. They fucking deserve it."

"So you are upset." Kenichi accused holding up a finger. Katsuki swatted it away.

"Of course I fucking am, but I'm not going to tell them that."

"They aren't your parents Kats, you can be mad at them. You can tell them you are upset. Fuckers aren't going to get some sick pleasure from hurting you."

"Yet to be seen." Katsuki grumbled, but not near as quiet as he had intended it to be. The three adults stared at him in silence. He cleared his throat, looked away and let his cheeks burn red in embarrassment.

"On a different topic, "Recovery girl pushed the conversation forward, "Eraserhead was telling me you want to continue seeing Suku's patients in the old neighbourhood?"

"Yes, they need help."

"And I agree. But seeing the danger at the moment we have decided that you will come with me to a weekly clinic that I will put on for them. You can help me there. They trust you so they will come, and with my quirk we can do a bit more in less time."

Katsuki had other reasons to want to do his rounds but the clinic was a good idea. The notebook he had been filling with every thing on Shie Hassaikai was only about half full, and he now knew the gang moved their base every several months, cycling through all their properties. They were getting ready to move soon and he needed dates.

"Yeah. Yeah that would be great. Give me a time and I'll pass the date along."

"The clinic was meant to get you off the streets." Aizawa pointed out. Katsuki rubbed the back of his neck.

"I know. And I fucking appreciate it, but some of the people I see don't go anywhere, and some won't talk if there are other people there."

Aizawa narrowed his eyes, while Kenichi's widened.

"Talk about what, exactly?" Aizawa's tone held no room for argument but Katsuki tried to anyway.

"It's not illegal or anything. And with everything going on the last few weeks, can I … can I just keep this please? I won't do anything stupid, and I promise it I get in trouble I will call. Don't take my patrols, they make me feel like I'm still doing something for him."

The three adults looked at each other. Katsuki asked for very little, and things were changing so fast.

"Fine, but only on nights that I am out on patrol." Aizawa compromised.

"Pushover." Kenichi grinned.

"Degenerate."

"Helicopter parent.

Aizawa looked over at Kenichi.

"Over-compensating man-child." He stated, completely deadpanned. "Katsuki, I will see you tomorrow. I will make sure UA issues you a full public apology." Aizawa patted his shoulder and left. Absently slapping Kenichi's hand away before he could cop a feel of his ass.

Katsuki frowned at Kencihi.

"Could you stop hitting on my teacher? It's fucking awkward."

"But look at him!" Kenichi whined. "Total bad ass under-ground hero, golden morals, with an ass like that? He deserves to be worshipped!"

"Fucking ew! What the fuck is the deal with you two!?"

Kenichi patted his head.

"Shhhh, that's adult stuff."

Katsuki had hoped things would have calmed down after the sports festival but apparently that was not going to be a thing. UA's public apology stirred up some sympathy for him but most just remembered his opening speech, his intense battles particularly the one with Round-cheeks, and that damn award ceremony. He was painted as a savage that needed to be restrained because he was dangerous. A handful tried to play the mistreated student card but few wanted on that bandwagon.

It didn't help that with his new found fame, came the airing out of the Bakugou family dirty laundry. Since he was underage his name was banned from publication about the criminal case but it didn't take a fucking genius to put two and two together. Instead of painting him in a better light, the dirty cockroaches starting throwing their support behind the famous model and her designer husband. How else were they suppose to discipline such a unruly teenager? If only those fuckers were allowed to see graphic evidence, they would have changed their tunes.

Pictures of him with Kenichi also started circulating. Thank the gods that to the country he was just a successful business man so that didn't give him much trouble with the assholes that didn't like him, instead he started getting very explicit propositions from some wealthy young ladies, and a few men. Kenichi was a eligible bachelor but was renown for being a player, a fifteen year old son, was a possible route into that rich inner circle.

The man was a blessing when it came to all the media nightmare. He was charismatic in front of the camera, and had a top notch PR team that could scare any media outlet into taking down bull shit posts, and he and Katsuki were extremely photogenic, even when the teen scowled.

All in all it was a mix bag of stupid.

Where his life with Kenichi was hounded by camera's and very public, his life with Aizawa was peaceful. No one knew much about the underground hero, he wasn't rich, no one even knew Katsuki stayed with him on weekends, and that was the times he would do his rounds the same time the pro did his patrols.

The clinic with Recovery girl was a huge success, having Kitsune there put people at ease, and a lot of people got the help they needed.

Katsuki was flipping through his internship offers at the kitchen table when Aizawa walked in with an armful of grocery bags.

"These are ridiculous," Katsuki growled, getting up to help put away the food.

"You got the second highest amount in the class. Todoroki got more, but the fact his father is the number two would have something to do with it."

Katsuki slammed a cupboard door and leaned back to run a hand through his hair. After a moment to collect his thoughts he spoke.

"It's not about how many I got. It's who I got. No-name fucking extra's that punch their way through everything. I don't just go in with my eyes closed, I have strategy, I have options. I am not just brute strength either, you've seen how versatile I have made my quirk! I am more then the fucking hot head they are making me out to be!"

Aizawa let him rant as he continued to unpack the bags.

"Did I not see Jeanist on that list?"

"Yes. But I have looked into his agency, I do not think I would be a good fit. Have you seen those preppy school boy assholes? Not to mention what the fuck is he gonna teach me about quirk usage?"

"There is more to being a hero than quirk usage."

"Yeah I know, but I have the helping people down too, just no one seemed to believe me there." Katsuki snared a red pepper to wash in the sink as he continued to speak. "I need someone that is used to dealing with bullshit press but is still at the top of their game."

Aizawa pulled a face when Katsuki bit into the pepper as if it were an apple. The teen smirked and swallowed without batting an eye.

"Ever consider underground work?" The man tried to look away from the train wreck in front of him. Katsuki finished the hot red pepper in record time, tossing out the stem before answering.

"Maybe, at some point, but right now I kinda want to destroy the fucking rankings with my 'volatile behaviour' and 'un-hero-like conduct'!"

"So, you want to be number one out of spite?"

"Yeah." Katsuki nodded sagely. "Yeah that sounds about right."

Aizawa stared at him. Looked like he wanted to address that line of thinking, but then thought better of it.

"I'm going on patrol. You coming?"

Katsuki snickered behind him as they left the apartment.

"Is spite not a valid reason to be the best Pro hero in the country? What about taking an internship? Can spite be a reason for that? Because maybe I should let Jeanist try and comb my fucking hair like those pansy-bitch sidekicks of his."

After his quick drop in to Goji, to deliver some multivitamins and a goat cheese pizza with anchovies Katsuki slipped back into the street.

Things were pretty quiet. Most the working class people were heading home for the night. Some that worked on the shadier side of things were just starting to seek out their regular spots.

"Kitsune! My man! Good to see you!" The very vocal drug dealer greeted enthusiastically. Katsuki went to reach for his bag to ofer a care package but the young man held up his hands. "Naw I'm good today Kitsune! But I do kinda have a sensitive topic to discuss with you."

Katsuki stepped farther into the shadows and did a quick area scan to make sure no one was paying attention to them.

"What's up?" He growled.

"I have a friend …" The man gave strained smile, ok so maybe not a friend but someone else he happened to know, "And he is in a really tough spot. Can't go to the hospital or even that clinic you been getting people treated at."

"Alright. I don't need to know the fucking why, just what he needs and where can I find him."

"See? That's why I like you Kit! To the point and no bullshit. OK, well my man is at this address here," Katsuki took the piece of ripped paper and scanned the numbers. "He won't be able to get to the door, he is pretty bad. Infection, and burns. Maybe other things but that's all I know for sure."

Katsuki paused and looked up through his eyelashes at the man, and waited there was definitely something else there. The man shifted back and gave a weak smile.

"He runs with some big company, nothing too big but he had connections. Might be worth asking your Shie Hassaikai questions to, though I'm not sure he would talk."

"Yeah, alright. I'll get him fixed up first, after that whatever the fuck he wants to say is up to him. Here. Take this anyway, you never fucking know when you'll get another chance to grab one."

The dealer took the package with a smile then sauntered away. Katsuki waited till he was gone before pulling his phone to see where the fuck this address led. At least it was an apartment complex and not some sleazy love hotel!

Since he had his phone out he shot Eraserhead a quick message stating the yes, he was alive, yes he was continuing his rounds, and yes he would check in, in another hour. The man was a stickler for these check-ins. With his history, Katsuki couldn't even be mad.

The directions took him a little out of his normal jurisdiction but not completely unknown territory. Hyperaware of his surroundings he slid from alley to alley, only to take to the roofs instead.

The apartment building in question was run down, not condemned but damn near close. The outside lights were all smashed out and the barred security door was twisted just enough that it didn't close properly. The windows were all covered in thick metal mesh as well. No getting in that way.

If the patient in question couldn't get to the door, then it looked like Katsuki was gonna be doing a little B&E before supper. At least the chances of cops in this area were next to none.

As he walked through the halls no curious neighbours peeked out, he couldn't hear any kids playing or babies crying. It was a quiet building, people just trying to get by, content in looking the other way when shit went down. People that had a rough life.

Finding the proper apartment door, Katsuki debated announcing his arrival or not. He didn't want to be yelling the man's business through a door, but nor did he want to surprise some armed psychopath.

"Decisions. Decisions." Katsuki hummed as he rooted around the pouches in his cargo pants until he pulled his lock picking kit. Curtesy or Aizawa, Kenichi would have been the one most would assume would give him such a thing, but the underground hero knew first hand that picking a lock could be the difference between life or death.

He gave two sharp knocks.

"Hey. I'm here." He called. Maybe the drug dealer gave the man the heads up. Here was hoping he didn't wind up with a bullet to the brain. The lock took less than thirty seconds. The door squeaked open to a dark apartment. The flooring was missing in a few places, and the walls were sporting more than a few holes and even some scorch marks.

The only source of light was coming from the bedroom. Katsuki did the logical thing, walked towards the reddish glow of the one light in the creepy roach infested apartment, like any good murder victim in a horror movie would do.

"Someone hire a nurse?" He called, hoping there wasn't just some dead body in there. When he rounded the corner, so he could see the bed, he came face to palm with a blue flame. "Whoa!" Katsuki ducked back, he was sweating a bit from the anticipation but he really didn't feel like being forcefully ignited!

"Whoever the fuck you are, you have three seconds to get out of my apartment you I will cremate your ass!" Tall, dark and patchy sounded like he smoked about three packs a day for forty years.

Katsuki ignored the threat and looked him over.

"Wow. You look like shit." Katsuki sighed.

The man didn't seem to know how to take that. The intensely hot blue flame still dancing over his fingers.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"Kitsune. Someone mentioned you might need some antibiotics. Fucker never said to bring the staple remover."

"Oh you can go right to hell you fucking little brat."

Katsuki smirked.

"You know, I get that one a lot. Go lay your ass down, don't need you passing out on me. Might leak something on my fucking shit if I gotta carry you."

The man let go of the flame but remained standing. A thick sheen of sweat covered his body, his dark hair plastered to his forehead, and his lips were cracked, probably hadn't drank anything for a while.

Katsuki rooted through his bag, hauling out almost all the supplies he had with him. He was going to need even more. A couple more visits might even be required. With a sigh, he glanced around the room. Unlike the rest of the apartment the bedroom looked relatively clean and cared for.

"Do you have any fresh sheets and towels?" Katsuki asked. The man was still glaring at him, turquoise eyes drilling holes in the side of his head. "I don't need you wallowing in filth if I am trying to keep your sorry ass alive." To that he at least got a little nod towards the closet. Katsuki pulled down what he needed from the shelves and went about pulling the sweat soaked sheets and replacing them with new ones, he then laid out the towels so the man would lay the worse looking appendages on those. Katsuki looked over his shoulder at the other male.

"Who the fuck are you Kitsune?"

Katsuki sighed again. If the bastard was gonna keep asking question he wasn't going to get this done in time to meet back up with Aizawa.

"Look. I work the streets around here. Make my rounds, heal who I can, and pass out all the right kinds of goodies. You don't trust me? Fine. But if you are looking for medical care, and believe me when I say you definitely fucking need it, you are not going to get much better."

"And what do you get in return?"

"I don't take cash payments. You wanna pay me back? I could sue some information, but if that's not in the cards either lets chalk it up to fucking divine intervention."

"Divine intervention? No gods in these streets brat."

"Not the righteous kind anyway." Katsuki snorted.

The man either couldn't stand any longer, or was giving him some degree of trust. He laid down on the bed, where Katsuki had made him a nest of materials.

Doing everything where the man could watch Katsuki grabbed one of the water bottles, broke the seal and dumped a packet of electrolytes into it before handing it over.

"What, no cherry flavour? Lemon sucks ass."

"I'll make a fucking note Princess." Katsuki snorted. Pulling a chair and the end table close he looked over the several seams of flesh being held together by staples. "I would have went with duck tape myself, less holes in my body."

"Ran out." Princess muttered between sips.

"Alright Princess, I am giving you some heavy duty antibiotics, you need to take all of them for ten days. No fucking skipping any because …" Katsuki motioned to the seeping skin. "I am going to say a shower is out of the question right now, you'd probably drown yourself as soon as you passed out from that fever. But you will need any of the open wounds."

"Well that's pretty much everywhere brat."

"Then you and me are about to get very personal, wanna at least tell me a name so I can know who I am about to get to second base with?"

He snorted into his bottle of water at that and rose an eyebrow.

"Don't be getting too handsy kid, I might like it. Call me Dabi."

Katsuki flashed a grin showing off his sharp canines.

"Oh Dabi, by the end of this you are gonna fucking loath me."

Katsuki tried to be gentle but everything was so inflamed and tender that everything he did caused the man pain. He cleaned all the affected areas. Applied the proper antibiotic creams and wrapped them in fresh bandages. They took several breaks over the next hour and a half, Katsuki forcing more water and a meal replacement bar on Dabi before continuing.

"Alright," Katsuki came back from the bathroom after washing his hands again. He dropped the big yellow pills on the bed side table, along with some pain relief (hero grade) and more food. "Those bandages will need to be changed again tomorrow so I will be back. Rest, eat, drink, you know the normal shit to keep oneself alive. Start the drugs tonight, take them on a full stomach cause they will kill your fucking guts." He gave a quick glance around. "That should be it. Just don't fucking die before I come back."

"What about your payment?" Dabi asked, eyes starting to droop.

"I'll ask tomorrow. I might feel bad if I got payment and then you went and died on me."

"Fuck you runt! I'm starting to think I am fucking invincible. No one had proved me wrong yet."

"Tch. Good, keeping thinking that. I'll be back tomorrow."

Grabbing his bag Katsuki slipped out of the apartment and sent Aizawa a quick text saying he was on his way home.

*Next chapter*

Sunday evening Katsuki slipped away his home work and made his way to Aizawa's bedroom door. There was no way he was leaving without telling the man, his teacher would not only catch him but probably drag his ass back before he could even breath an excuse.

A couple knocks brought the walking-dead to the door.

"What?" He grumbled out. Katsuki meant to answer but he suddenly realized he had never seen Aizawa shirtless before. The full back and chest piece was impressive, traditional Japanese Fudo Myoo took up his full back while two foo dogs came out onto his pecs, purple flames highlighted the entire piece. Katsuki actually moved around him to look at it.

"Damn sensei! Didn't think you would be someone to waste money on something so … irrational." The word was taken right out of Aizawa's favourite sayings. The man scowled back at him.

"Didn't cost anything. It's a family tradition. Before my father passed away he picked out my tattoos. He said I always projected a calm, protective nature." He pointed to the Foo dogs. "And the protectiveness would bring me to subdue the wicked. The purple was to show my high status." His thumb gestured over his back. "I was the only one in my family to ever choose to move on, to become a hero. He was surprised but proud. Eventually anyway."

"What did your father do?"

"He was the last leader of a Yakuza clan. The organization died with him."

"That's how Kenichi fucking knows you!?"

Aizawa looked too tired to continue that line of questioning.

"Do…" Katsuki hesitated, suddenly embarrassed.

"What?"

"Do you think when I turn sixteen you'd take me to get one? One that you pick, and that will cover the scars?"

Aizawa blinked in surprise. The silence lasted for a few long minutes.

"Our family tradition is eighteen. If you are still interested then, then yes, I will pick you out one." The man seemed hesitant but he had agreed.

Katsuki could not keep the sudden smile off his face. For some reason that made him extremely happy.

"Fucking nice!" His mind went back to the reason he had originally knocked on the door. "Oh, so I have a patient, bedridden at the moment. I need to go change his bandages and shit. I know you aren't on patrol but I will literally be going to the one apartment and back. No side stops. Then Shitty hair wants to meet up for a study session."

"Send me the address and message me every hour. One minute late and I will not be happy."

By not happy he means he would hunt him down like a dog.

"Noted. Ok, I am off then. I'll be meeting Ei at one."

"Ei?" Aizawa smirked and cocked an eyebrow. Katsuki felt his cheeks spark.

"Oh shut the fuck up." He grumbled before he turned and stomped away. He was not running away. He wasn't.

The trip to the apartment took less time now that he had been there once before. He had made two stops before hand though, one to get his Kitsune mask and refill his bag with everything he would need, the other was to a store to grab a bag full of fresh ingredients.

Katsuki gave two knocks but didn't wait for the man to respond. He picked the lock again and waltzed in as if he owned the place. He put the grocery bag in the fridge and wondered into the bedroom.

He wasn't surprised by the blue face that narrowly missed his head.

"Good morning to you too Princess." Katsuki grumbled.

"I locked that fucking door. I know I did."

"Yup, you sure did. Want a fucking sticker?"

"Oh I did not miss your shit-eating attitude!" And then added as an after thought, "Brat."

Katsuki barely heard his bitching, his eyes were taking in the bandages, and the lack off seepage.

"Take you morning pills yet?"

"No, I was fucking sleeping."

"Alright, I'm gonna help you get the dirty bandages off. Then you are going to get a shower. You fucking reek."

"I was close to death you asshole, I wasn't worried about smell."

"Clearly." Katsuki smirked at him. Dabi scowled but said nothing else. Katsuki started with the bandages on his face and worked his way down, he moved methodically and gently. "After shower let's get you food and the pills into you. Think you can manage the shower or do you need nurse Kitsune to help?"

"You gonna go put on your nurse's outfit first?"

Katsuki snorted a laugh. Dabi had similar humour to Kenichi, sarcastic with flirty undertones. He could deal with that when he was Kitsune, but if he didn't have his mask, and someone was flirting with Katsuki he wouldn't know what to do.

"You think I can get these thighs in a fucking nurse skirt?" Katsuki gripped the bigger man under the arm pit and helped him to straighten, before taking even more of his weight to shuffle him towards the bathroom.

The tub was a disgusting green colour but it wasn't dirty, just left over from the eighties. He got him propped on the wall enough to leave and grab a clean towel, and to start the water.

"Start at the top and work your way down, that way you aren't leaving soap in the effected areas. Mild soap. Make sure everything is rinsed well." He paused and looked at the man glaring back at him.

"I know how to take a shower you pretentious little shit."

Katsuki smirked again and leaned closer.

"Maybe, but how do plan on stepping into the tub, or getting your pants off?"

Dabi paused but then stubbornly pushed himself to a more upright position.

"I can do it my fucking self. Get out."

"Alright. Curse if you fall over."

Katsuki left him to it, he seemed to be stubborn enough to get the job done. Taking some initiative he was able to find usable kitchen items, so he started preparing the fresh vegetables he bought, along with rice and pork. The whole place was smelling like heaven by the time the man entered the kitchen, looking a bit better, but only wearing a precarious towel.

"You're cooking." Dabi didn't sound like he believed what he was seeing.

"Yeah. I said food."

The man shifted, looking a little uncomfortable.

"But, why are you cooking? A convenience store meat bun would have done the same thing."

"When was the last time you ate something not right from the package? Don't be fucking stupid, your body is trying to fight off an infection." Katsuki paused and glanced down. "You ahhh, you forget your pants somewhere or what?"

"You mean I'm not wearing them?" Dabi glanced down, in mock surprise. "Oh, look at that." He rolled his eyes. "It's my fucking apartment, I can walk around buck naked if I wanted too."

"You don't have any clean laundry do you?" Katsuki deadpanned.

"I will not take life advice from a fucking twelve year old!"

Katsuki barked a laugh and flipped him off in the same breath.

"You got a machine or do you use a laundromat?"

"Rich people shit. Usually wash them in the sink."

Debating, Katsuki flipped the pork to brown the other side. Eyes drilled into the back of his head as he served out a small bowl, seeing as the man probably hadn't eaten much in a long time his stomach probably couldn't handle much either. He carefully wrapped the left overs and put them in the fridge.

"Holy hell."

Katsuki glanced up.

"This is actually fucking edible."

"Pfft, of course it is Princess! I'm fucking amazing at everything I do."

Dabi looked like he wanted to argue but so far he had no proof to say otherwise. Katsuki watched him devour every last bite before downing a bottle of water. Next came the pills, he took without complaint.

When a flying pair of grey sweats hit him in the face, Dabi had some choice words for Katsuki, but the teen just growled back.

"They're clean asshole. Just put them on! I refuse to be in your personal bubble, touching you, while you are naked!"

Dabi was about to ask why he was planning on getting up in his bubble anyway, but quieted when Katsuki shook a fresh bandage in his face. Turning, so the man could have a little privacy, Katsuki tapped an impatient foot.

"Alright Kitty, I'm decent."

"Kitty? What the fuck!"

"You call me Princess, and there is no way I am not calling Kitsune, Kitty."

Katsuki had about his fill of the equally snarky man. With a firm push, he sat Dabi back down in his chair and got to work, this time starting from the bottom up.

"You should be feeling better by tomorrow. Just because you feel better though doesn't mean stop taking the fucking antibiotics!" He grumbled as he put the last bandage on the man's cheek. Turquoise eyes following his ever move. "I'll pop back in, in seven days to make sure everything is healing right."

"What's you question?" Dabi suddenly asked. "For payment."

Katsuki sighed and started to pack up his bag, making sure everything was ready to go before facing Dabi.

"Do you have any information regarding Shie Hassaikai, or Chisaki Kai?"

Dabi blinked. Blinked again. Then ran his hand through his hair.

"Fuck kid, you ain't messing around. That's dangerous just saying those names."

"I am aware." Katsuki stood still as Dabi studied him, finally the man gave a small nod.

"Yeah. Alright. I can give you what I have."

Dabi pulled a scrap piece of paper out of a nearby drawer along with a pen. He marked down something, folded it, and handed it to Katsuki.

"I don't know what you plan on doing with that Kitty, but watch your ass, they are not nice people."

Katsuki tucked the paper away. There was no point looking at it right here, payment was made, regardless what it said. Swinging his bag over his shoulder Katsuki gave a two fingered salute.

"Alright, I'm out. Don't go dying fuckhead. See you in seven days." He grunted as he headed for the door.

"You're not getting your pants back Kitty." Dabi yelled after him, "These fucking things are comfy!"

Katsuki sat at the quiet little café waiting for Shitty-hair and Dunce-face to arrive so he could smack some knowledge into their thick skulls. As he waited for his drink he took out the piece of paper and read it carefully. There was an address. A rough estimate on man power. And a little side note. Chisaki Kair might have a daughter, young, silver hair, and a horn. Below the description was the two words that held Katsuki's gaze. Trigger Component?

He hoped that didn't mean what he thought it did. Was trigger made from the little girls quirk?

Fuck. Revenge could never be easy. If he was going to hit Chisaki, he would need a team because he was going to have to make sure someone protected the child.

*next chapter*

The next week started out ok, Kirishima and Kaminari both passed their math test that Katsuki had helped them with. He had wiped the floor with his classmates in their latest Heroics scenario and he narrowed down his internship prospects to three. Jeanist still being in the running because even if he was a twat, the agency was big enough that Katsuki would be able to see all aspects of top ten hero work.

Good things were happening, so Katsuki was not surprised when life threw another stick into his plans.

"Bakugou," Aizawa called after class, keeping the formalities when other students were around. Katsuki waved his idiot squad away so they wouldn't wait for him and be late for their next class. "I was just talking to the police. The trial for your parents will be starting Thursday. They of course pleaded not guilty, and are looking to have the whole thing thrown out."

"On what fucking grounds?"

"They are saying the police mishandled the case and that most of the evidence taken from the home will be inadmissible."

"So what, that leaves my fucking word? My word against theirs? In case you haven't fucking noticed I am the 'beast' that UA even needed to restrain! No one is going to believe me over my fucking parents."

"There is still the witnesses from the gym." Aizawa said, but he didn't seem to enthused about that either. He placed a hand on Katsuki's shoulder, and it helped his growing panic attack a bit. "We will get through this, you just need to be yourself and tell them everything when they call you to the stand. The judge will determine if that is enough to go forward."

"If … if it's thrown out … do I have to go back?"

The look on Aizawa's face said enough.

Katsuki turned on his heal and bolted. His teacher called out to him but he wasn't quick enough to reach him before he was out the door.

He wouldn't leave campus, that wouldn't have been a good idea in his state but ground beta was a good option. Landing hard after a short blast across the grounds Katsuki lifted his hands and let loose. Tears threatened to stream down his face as he exploded full sized buildings down to sand.

The presence behind him was ignored as he continued to fire until his arms burned in effort and his shoulders ached. Finally he collapsed, panting.

"I am not sure what is wrong Young Bakugou, but I am here! If you would like to talk."

Allmight was one of the last people Katsuki wanted to be having a mental break down in front of.

"I don't want to fucking talk. I want people to just leave me the fuck alone." He wiped at his eyes angrily hoping to keep them dry.

The number one pro sat down beside him, and for once had enough social awareness just to shut his mouth. The two sat in silence for several minutes before Aizawa finally found them. Katsuki couldn't look up, so he didn't see the two men share a look.

"Come on kid, let's call Kenichi to come pick you up." Aizawa tried.

"No. I missed one class, I won't miss anymore." Katsuki pulled himself up to his feet and tried to walk past Aizawa. Tricky fucker grabbed his shoulder and spun him into a hug. Allmight seemed to be lost as to what was going on and had even taken a bit of a defensive stance to protect the younger man from an explosion but Walking-dead wasn't paying attention to him.

"Katsuki, I promise you, me and Kenichi will not let you go back to that house! Whether they get the charges dropped or not, we will not let her hurt you ever again."

"How? How can you promise that?" Katsuki demanded, tears starting to finally fall.

"Because if nothing else, we have friends in low places and it will look like a house fire."

"Aizawa!" Allmight cried in indignation, looking shocked but Katsuki knew better, and the man got what he was looking for. Katsuki huffed a laugh and smirked.

"Yeah, yeah ok."

Katsuki looked over at his lawyer. A high paid woman that Kenichi got just to make sure his needs would be well represented. She was tall, with flaming red hair and matching eyes.

"So, before we go in there, I need you to tell me exactly what you want to happen after the judge makes his decision." She said as she smoothed out her blazer.

"If the charges are drop, I don't give a shit, I just want to be left alone in the custody of Kenichi and Aizawa. I would rather go to a fucking group home then stay one more second with the Hag."

The woman gave a nod.

"Ok, just so you know they have asked one of the police to sit with you while you tell the court what they did to you, he has a truth quirk, so he will know if you are lying. Just stay calm and tell them everything. And when it is done, I will fight to make sure you stay in the custody agreement that you are in now."

"Ok." Katsuki straightened his shirt and tried to ease the scowl on his face. He knew he didn't look like the typical victim of child abuse and after the sports festival few people held much sympathy for him. He was just going to have to convince them.

Aizawa and Kenichi entered the courtroom after him, having been talking to the police stationed outside. The press had swarmed Katsuki when he arrived , sticking camera's in his face and hounding him with grossly inappropriate questions. The cops stepped in to get him inside then disperse the crowd but only after the Pro hero and Yakuza boss got mad.

Kenichi took the seat right beside him, while Aizawa sat next to him.

"How are you holding up?" Kenichi looked as calm and collected as ever, even casting charming little grins at the many females in attendance.

"Horrible." Katsuki admitted but refused to drop his head or fidget. He would not show weakness, he could do this. Aizawa leaned across Kenichi to speak.

"If they keep any of the physical evidence, it is probably going to be the several pictures from your mothers phone. They had a proper warrant to get those. If that is the case you are going to have to talk to the jury about each one."

Katsuki gave a nod, before his eyes were drawn to Kenichi. The man was biting his lip, a hand hovering over Aizawa's back.

"Under any other circumstances Shouta, literally any other I would take advantage of this position whole heartedly."

Aizawa sat back, discreetly jamming an elbow deep into the man's ribs.

"If you ever call me that again, I will castrate you and send the offending part back to your Mother." Aizawa muttered.

"Sir, I am offended, you could at least have bronzed that masterpiece and kept it for all those lonely nights."

Katsuki couldn't help it, he covered his mouth to keep the snickers to himself. The look on Aizawa's face. No one got to Aizawa as much Kenichi, and the man just didn't give up.

It was a godsend to have that moment of humour to relax his tense muscles because a moment later the doors opened and his mother stalked in, personality demanding everyones attention, with his father trailing a step behind.

Her eyes found him immediately, narrowing for a split second before she put on her model face, flashing small 'mona lisa' smiles everywhere. She greeted a few people then sat down at the table with her lawyer and her husband.

Just seeing her made his stomach twist in fear. He was a damn good fighter, but how do you battle years of trained terror?

As the court came into session Katsuki sunk farther into Kenichi's side, trying to block his view of the woman. Eventually the man noticed and even put an arm over his shoulders.

With everything but the photos being tossed out (fuck the police for fucking up their one damn job) the judge ordered the trial to continue. The lawyers stood and gave their opening speeches.

The crown attorney spoke in depth of the abuse and neglect and how a child shouldn't have to be raised like that. The defence lawyer painted a whole different tale. One of a high temper, high maintenance child that needed a firm hand to discipline, and that scared his parents as he got older.

It was utter crap but it wasn't as if Katsuki expected the Hag to tell the truth. Opening statements weren't subjected to truth telling quirks, which was stupid, but his testimony would be.

There were several small time witnesses but no one of consequence until he was called to the stand.

He was sworn in, the jury was instructed that the police officer to their right would discredit anything he said that was not truthful.

"State your full name."

"Bakugou Katsuki."

"Alright Bakugou …"

"Katsuki if you don't mind,"

"Sure. Katsuki. I am about to bring up some pictures, one at a time, that were taken off of Bakugou Mitsuki's phone. I would like you to tell the jury what lead to these injuries seen."

"Ok." Katsuki looked to Kenichi and Aizawa instead of his mothers table. He took a deep breath and looked over at the screen. As soon as it lit up he suppressed a gag, the jury and the spectators in the courtroom gasped.

The picture was not pleasant. Katsuki was young, he was faced from the camera mostly, on his knees. In only his boxers the angry burns down his back and his legs were bright against his pale skin.

"I was nine. Me and my mother had gotten in a fight over a test, I got a eighty seven, it wasn't good enough. I told her to cool off. Poor choice of words. She made my father take me to my room and strip me, cuffing my hands in quirk restraints."

"Where did she get quirk restraints?"

"My fathers company holds the contract for a private company the sells discreet quirk suppressant clothing. For people that can't control their quirks, or have quirks that could hurt others. He made them. New ones every year to fit." The cop to his left nodded to confirm he was telling the truth.

"Ok thank you, please continue."

Katsuki nodded, trying hard not to look at anybody now. His voice strained as he tried to make himself heard.

"When she came up she had a pot of steaming water. She told me I had to do better then poured it over my back and legs. It was hot enough to blister." He took a breath.

"Thank ..." The attorney went to change the slide but Katsuki looked up and locked eyes with the hag.

"What isn't shown in that picture …" Everyone froze and the hag let her passive mask drop just for a second to sneer at him. "What isn't shown is that is that she poured the rest of the boiling water into my mouth and told me I needed to learn to keep it shut."

Heads turned as one to the cop, he looked up at Katsuki with a sad expression.

"That is the truth."

And so it went for fourteen more photos. The last one that came was the one after the sludge villain attack. Katsuki absently stroked his throat as he spoke.

"When she released me three days later she told me not to come back."

"Where did you go after that?"

"I stayed with a friend."

"Where?"

Katsuki wrung his hands together.

"On the street." He did not want to talk about it.

"And did you go home?"

"Not again, until she found out I had gotten into UA and about the USJ incident. She showed up at the school and made me come home."

The attorney made sure to show that video too.

"Once last question Katsuki, have you ever and are you still scared of your parents?"

Katsuki looked up at the woman, it was not a simple answer but he gave the one closest to the truth.

"Yes."

"Thank you. Your witness."

The defence got up and straightened his blazer.

"The defence is asking for a short recess to confer with the crown and the current guardians of Bakugou Katsuki."

"Granted. That is a fifteen minute recess."

Katsuki stepped down and walked to the two men, who were watching him sharply for any sign that he was not ok. Surprisingly Katsuki felt fine, it was freeing to get all that off his chest.

"We will be right back, ok?"

"Ok. I am just going to go to the washroom." The men nodded and followed his lawyer out.

He took a deep breath and headed through the large wooden doors into the halls. A few people lingered near the entrance. Walking away from them towards the bathroom Katsuki tucked his hands deep in his pockets.

Just as he went to open the door, it swung forward. Katsuki blinked. The same nondescript paparazzi that had been more or less stalking him the last few weeks stood there. Katsuki had some choice words for him but before he could say anything the man leaned forwards and sniffed him.

"Oi! What the fuck is your problem?" Katsuki growled, stepping away quickly.

"Your blood, it smells so good. I didn't think you were very cute with that scowl, not until I saw those pictures. So much blood!" The man's voice was oddly high pitched, and creepy.

"The fuck…!?" Katsuki did not get to finish that sentence. The man's face literally started to melt away.

"Oops! Times up!" Smoke exploded through the hallway, the fire alarms started to blare and Katsuki could only cough. He completely missed which way the bastard ran!

The bathroom window maybe, he took a step and suddenly left himself be pulled back, a familiar grey scarf wrapped around his middle. What the fuck? These two were like buffalo dads, surrounding their young in a protective circle of guaranteed fucking death!

Katsuki sighed as the two men hustled him out of the courthouse so the fire department could clear it of any actual fire.

The courthouse had a no weapon rule inside, they passed several check points, which made Katsuki wonder how-in-the-fuck Kenichi got his fucking gun past the metal detectors. Or how Aizawa got he several throwing knives tucked discreetly in the inside of his suit jacket through. It was easy for him to see these things because the two fuckers were pretty much laying on fucking top of him!

Annoyed was an understatement, yes he was a emotional-charged, abuse victim, there to testify against his abusers that didn't mean he needed … protection … yeah, ok, he would let them have this one. Katsuki shut his mouth and let the two stay pressed into either side of him.

"So, what was the meeting about?" Katsuki asked trying to at least pass the time while being coddled like a toddler.

"Oh, the bitch said she'd sign full custody, no fights, over to us if the prosecution agreed to a lesser charge and no jail time. I say watch her fucking burn, but it is your decision. We were just coming to ask you when the fire alarm went off." Kenichi said as he did another sweep with his eyes.

"What caused the smoke?" Aizawa asked. "You were right in it."

"Some fucking weirdo, said he didn't think I could be pretty till he saw those pictures. Creepy, high pitched voice." Katsuki shuttered, "Then his face started to drip. He said time was up, threw a smoke bomb and fucking booked it."

"Do you think it was Shie Hassaikai?" Kenichi asked. Katsuki didn't need to think about it, he shook his head no.

"Those pricks only know Kitsune. He just seems like one of those weird fucking fans I've been getting since the sports festival," he raised his voice a octave to a mocking tone, "You look so good in chains! Wish you were like that in my basement!" He gave his head a shake. Aizawa raised an eye brow.

"People are saying that to you?"

"Some old dude at the train station last week asked if he could have a piece of my hair so he could make a shrine with it." Katsuki was an idiot, if he wanted the two to stop being so over protective, telling them shit like that was not helping!

His attorney found them a moment later, saving him from staring down both Aizawa and Kenichi.

"They are going back inside now, what do you want to do Katsuki?" She asked, side eyeing the two men as Aizawa slapped Kenichi's arm from around his waist. Kenichi looked smug that he had even gotten that far without the other man noticing.

"Full custody no strings attached?" She nodded. "Fine. Go with the lesser charge. I don't care if they go to jail, I just want them to leave me alone." She nodded again and turned back to go inside.

"Hey Eraser," Kenichi said seriously, that in itself was enough for Aizawa to narrow his eyes, "Can I have a piece of your hair …"

Ouch. Aizawa's precision to hit those tender pressure points were no joke. Kenichi rubbed feeling back into his thigh as he sulked on the other side of the teen.

After the trial things went back to routine. Though Katsuki couldn't help shake the feeling of being watched, the man from the court house didn't show up again but there were other randoms that would just openly stare at him more than normal or giggle when he would go past. Maybe he was picking up some of Sleep-deprivations paranoia.

Work internships started the following week and he was starting to get pumped for that, but first he had to do one last check on his Extra-crispy patient. As an after thought he made a note to go see Shitty-hair and borrow what ever the fuck he used to get his hair to go rock hard, fuck if he was going to let Jeanist touch his fucking hair!

*Next chapter*

Ohhh, this was bad. He had thought, just a small thought, that at the very least he would get to see how a top ten agency was run, but the verbal degradation about his attitude, appearance and overall character was infuriating. And then to lay hands on him! Fuck that! Thank the gods he had made Kirishima show him how to gel his hair to industrial grade concrete because that fucker actually tried to comb it, by force!

He was banned from wearing his full Hero costume because it looked 'too threatening', and was handed skinny jeans for his safety. The argument that followed was heated. The fucker could manipulate all threads, just denim better then some others, which meant Katsuki shouldn't have to wear these ball-hugging blur monstrosities. Hell, he would have gone out and bought some baggy black jeans if the fucking Hero had of asked!

And this was only the first fucking day!

Breathe! That was all he kept telling himself. Every break he shot a message to either Aizawa or Kenichi just to centre himself because he felt like he was going to explode the whole office. Speaking of the self-centred egotist, Jeanist walked into the room, each step almost smug!

"Bakugou. I see the pants fit. Good."

"Fit? I won't be able to feel my fucking feet, two blocks into patrol."

"Language boy! There is no need for those in Hero careers to speak as such. We are meant to be pillars of our communities, we are suppose to be shining examples, not paid brawlers."

Katsuki sucked in another breath and counted to ten. Aizawa would not be happy with him if he singed off the number four hero's air out of annoyance.

"Are we going out in said community? Or are we going to waste another portion of the day trying to paw at my head?"

"So impatient. You really are a child."

His eyes hurt from rolling them so hard.

"I came here to learn, and I don't like wasting time. There are worse traits then eagerness."

The man studied him for a moment.

"No. Today you are going with one of my sidekicks to get started on the backlog of reports that need to be filed."

Katsuki gritted his teeth before managing to growl, "Then what was the purpose of the jeans if I was staying in the office!?"

"To see if you could follow orders."

The day was a complete waste. Thank the gods he had Aizawa's permission to do a round and check in on the Burnt-chicken-nugget, at least feel like he was going some good.

It took three trains to get to that side of town, by then it was already getting dark. Donning his Kitsune mask and tucking his tracker in the deepest pocket of his vest he started off at a light jog. He did a few mild wounds as he went, and passed out most of his care packages, then slipped off the radar to the run down apartment building.

This time he knocked and waited. Breaking in while the fire user was feeling better and completely mobile seemed like a poor fucking choice. Hearing footsteps Katsuki threw a middle finger up towards the peep hole. There was a grumbled curse on the other side before the door opened.

"You are like a rash that just won't go away." Dabi commented, still stepping aside to let Katsuki in.

"Maybe, but I am a rash with a certain set of skills." He flashed a grin. "Any side effects from the antibiotics? Any place still seeping?"

"Is that your idea of sexy talk? Because I have been in this apartment so long I am starting to dig it."

"Well, I don't know about sexy but I am trying to get you to take your fucking shirt off Princess." Katsuki even gripped the hem and gave it a little tug.

"Pushy Kitty. Alls you had to do was ask." Dabi pulled off his shirt. His torso, now bandage free looked a hundred times better. No longer swollen and red, although the burns were now more prominent against his pale skin, and the lines of staples were ooze free. Forgetting himself Katsuki pushed on one part near the mans ribs to make sure the pressure didn't cause it to reopen, the man jerked away. Katsuki glanced up, his mask covering the raised eye brow.

"Did that hurt?"

"No it didn't fucking hurt." Beef-jerky snapped. Katsuki tilted his head to the side.

"Then what …" Suddenly he realized and flashed a toothy grin. "Jesus you have been locked up for too fucking long! Alright, clean bill of health Princess. Go get fucking laid or something, touch-deprived Slim-jim!" He reached in his bag and chucked a care package at the man.

Dabi looked at it and raised an eyebrow of his own.

"Giving me condoms isn't helping your case."

"My case?" Katsuki was ignorantly confused. That was until Dabi had a hand on his chest and pushed him back into the door with, polite, authority. He leaned against the forearm that was now above Katsuki's head as he stared down into the teens red eyes. "Just saying, I wouldn't need to go out if someone cute is right here. You can even keep the mask on."

For all Katsuki's flirty fucking sarcasm, and bratty nature he never actually had someone call him on it. Nor did he ever sexualize it. Kirishima was the first person Katsuki had ever met that made him think maybe he would like to try some things but fuck he didn't even know what he was into.

His asshole body seemed to have a slight idea though because fuck … was the bastard always this much taller than him?

"Ahh.." He couldn't think of anything to say. Dabi laughed and leaned in just enough for his lips to brush his cheek as he spoke.

"By that reaction, I am assuming you are inexperienced in taking it past the flirting part."

"I … am …" He looked up at Dabi and swallowed, "Confused yet flattered."

"I understand. Well, if you figure it out, feel free to give me a call." The man grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the counter where he kept his pens. Taking one out he wrote his phone number on the back of Katsuki's hand.

Katsuki cleared his throat.

"OK." He said simply, then forced some tension out of his shoulders. "I gotta get going Princess, but yeah if you need anything most of the dealers or workers in this district know me, they can get a message to me."

"Alright Kitty. Stay safe."

His brain shut down again for a moment when Dabi pressed a warm, chaste kiss against his lips. There was no missing the red the bloomed on his cheeks and neck.

"Is that really all it takes to shut you up? Should have fucking done this day one."

Katsuki gave a small huff.

"No one thought of trying that yet, probably would have wound up with some one getting beat honestly."

"But not me."

"I really gotta get going. Don't fucking die, per usual, and, yeah … see ya." Katsuki made a quick exit. Well, that was a whole can of worms he didn't want to open but here he was with a mind stuck on teenage-horny, which was really the worst kind, once it was awaken it never really went away.

Katsuki stored his Kitsune gear and headed to Kenichi's place to get a couple hours sleep. At least that was what he thought he was going to do, instead he found himself wondering up to Kenichi's bedroom to knock on the door. For once the man was alone, and mostly dressed.

"What's up Kats? How was the streets?"

"Quiet for the most part. Did the last check up for the burns guy."

"OK, so whats wrong?"

Katsuki cleared his throat.

"I think I'm fucking gay."

"You've been drooling over that red head for weeks and you are just know figuring this out?" Kenichi looked offended that he was that stupid.

"No, I mean I knew I found Kiri attractive, but he is the only one I had ever thought that about .. but then tonight that Extra-crispy fucker … well …" Katsuki held up his hand to show his number, Kenichi's face broke into a huge grin.

"Anddddddd ….." He drew the word out, eager for a juicy bit of info that he could lord over Aizawa's head. Katsuki was sure he was going to brag that Kat had come out to him first, officially.

"And he may of kissed me?" Katsuki's face went red. Kenichi walked over to his personal bar and poured two drinks and brought on over, pushing it into Katsuki's hands.

"To you, and your newly awakened Gay-ness!"

"You are a fucking moron."

"You love me."

"Fucking debateable!" He grumbled, downed the burning liquid which was a mistake because it tasted like fucking shit, then turned for the door. "Ok I am going to bed, deal with that uptight asswipe some more tomorrow."

"Do I need to break someones kneecaps?"

"No. But can you highjack his next shipment of jeans, those fucking things should never see the light of day!"

"Consider it done." Kenichi flashed him sharp canines.

The next day Katsuki was ecstatic to be stepping foot outside the fucking office building. Who knew fresh air and sunshine were so good for moral. The downside, he had to walk with the lanky mother-fucker.

Slipping in and out of the people, and paying particular attention to how the down-on-their luck people looked and were treated gave Katsuki a good idea what the problem areas in this neighbour hood might be. Mostly high end elitists, which would explain the low crime rate, that had nothing to fucking do with Jeanist's best efforts. The poor on these streets stuck to the shadows and underpasses, out of sight out of mind, which made Katsuki think that the major crimes would be found in those places, against those poor people. Quirk experimentation, black market organ trade (not just some urban legend), sexual assaults, and child neglect to name a few.

He was a hero, he was there to help people, not put low level drug dealers and prostitutes in jail, he was there to push the traffickers out, the cartels, the gangs, actual villains.

Seeing a group of people huddled around a fire Katsuki took a step off Jeanist beaten path and made his way. They didn't know him, they weren't gonna open up about anything going on till they trusted him, but this was the first step.

"Pretty fucking cold for fall," he stated as he walked up. They eyed him wearily. He took a good look at them. "Scabies been a problem around here for awhile?" He asked pointing at their hands.

"Hard to get rid off when the best solution is a cream you have to buy." One woman snapped at him. Katsuki just nodded.

"Permethrin cream." He looked around, surprised to see Jeanist staring at him but not coming any closer. "I'll be right back." Katsuki dipped into the closest pharmacy, Jeanist did follow him in there.

"What are you doing? We have a patrol to finish."

"Yeah, once I do this and find out where all your real fucking crime is taken place."

Katsuki was glad Kenichi forced him to take a ridiculous allowance, because he was putting it to good use now. With a bag full on his arm he walked back out to the group, who were watching him suspiciously.

"Apply this from your neck down, covering everything, and leave it on for ten hours." Katsuki muttered as he handed the creams out, dropping the spares to the side. He then handed them a few breakfast bars apiece.

"We don't need your pity." One man snapped.

"Good, I wasn't fucking offering it." Katsuki snapped back, remembering one of his first reactions with Suku. "I am doing my internship with Jeanist but can see there is a bigger problem in his jurisdiction then random fucking villains."

"Aren't you that kid from the sports festival?" The woman squinted up at him.

"Yup." He popped the p for effect.

"That wasn't right." She added as a thought.

"Have a good night." Katsuki told them. "Don't let these rich fucks walk all over you."

No one said anything else as he walked away. He would check in again tomorrow. Well, if Tighty-whities didn't put him on desk duty again, because he looked livid.

"We have a certain image to maintain Bakugou, and how we do that is to patrol and ensure the citizens are safe. Not by going rogue and acting like a common vigilante."

Well, Katsuki hadn't been properly angry for a while but now was a chance to do just that. They had stopped right in front of his agency and his sidekicks were out milling around. Had he been a bit more aware he would have see a plain business man staring at him from across the street.

"Citizens are not just the ones that can afford to buy your fucking jeans!" Katsuki snarled, his hushed yelling still holding authority. "And if you took two second to pull you head out of your ass …"

Nothing ever went right. There was a scream, and suddenly a nearby building shook with the impact of a massive mans punch.

"Ohh hero's come out an play!" He called in a sing song voice, a nearby side kick ran at him, water wuirk blasting him back a few feet. "Oh that tickles!" He yelled before rushing forward, muscles breaking and reforming till his right are was grossly deformed but landed with a sickening sound of cracking bones.

"Flesh! I need Flesh!" A corpse-looking fucker slunk forward from another alley. He was jolted upwards by his own fucking teeth shooting out of his mouth.

There were more of them, but Katsuki didn't bother to wait for introductions he positioned his hands to take flight when the jeans he was wearing suddenly pulled together making him fall over.

"Oi! What the fuck!"

"You are only permitted to fight under the command of a pro hero and I did not give you permission. You will hang back and wait for us to finish our job then you will assist with the clean up."

"Like hell! I can hel … mmph!" The fabric rearranged so the cuffs of the jeans were now actual cuffs, and some more threads made a convenient gag. Katsuki struggled and curse but best jeanist swished him off to a safe corner before turning to engage the enemy.

The fight didn't last all the long, the were cleaning up the small fries when a giggle pierced the air.

"Ooo look ! They even gift wrapped him for us!" The short blonde giggled again, as two figure appeared on either side of him, familiar purplish warp gates swirling to the back.

"Who are you?" Jeanist demanded.

"Oh no one important." The blond struck down with her knife faster then Katsuki could register, cutting all the fibres Jeanist had been trying to use to grab him. Had the fucker just released the fabric around his wrists he could have handled the problem hisself.

"Now now ladies and gentleman, I'd like to draw your attention to centre stage! To the worlds best disappearing act!"

Katsuki had just managed to get a hand untwisted enough to blast his bindings when suddenly he felt like he was floating. Pressure pressed in from all sides in a hellish kind of purgatory. Was he fucking dead?

He was not aware that outside his safe little bubble a maniac with a knife was slicing up some unfortunate side kicks, a magician making a quick getaway, or that Jeanist was losing all the weapons he tried to pull to an intense blue fire.

In fact the only thing that registered was the intense quiet of where he was. It was all nothing and yet too much.

Aizawa and Kenichi were gonna be pissed!

*next chapter*

He didn't know how much time had passed, but by the time he felt the pressure give way he was twitchy and livid! His back didn't even hit the ground, he had only a split second glance to see where he was before he raised both hands and BOOM!

People scattered and there was yelling. He hit the floor, turning a palm to the right where the blonde psycho was running at him with a knife. With yelp she dove out of the way. He rolled to his feet, blocking a punch aimed at his face from a lizard-man, landing one of his own. Spinning to the left he pulled the Lizard with him own to launch the man in the black and white spandex.

Ducking a thrown knife he lifted his hands a let loose another large explosion. What he had not accounted for was the sudden warp gate that appeared in front of him. The fire and concussion hit him square in the back, sprawling him onto the floor. His uniform shirt stopped from any sever burns but it still hurt.

Hands grabbed him and weight pressed into his back. A burning hand clamped down on the back of his neck pushing his face into the floor as the remainder of his gear was removed. Hands still sparking, despite being flush with the floor where then wrestled into a chunky quirk restraint cuffs that incased his hands. The assholes above him were telling him to clam down or he would regret it.

Fighting enough to get one leg back under him her surged up wit ha impressive amount of force, dislodging the four on top. He swung the metal cuffs like a weapon, catching the one in the black and white unitard right in the face.

Everything stopped dead when the Handsy bastard ducked under his next swing and grabbed his jaw, pinky finger precariously close to his face.

Katsuki was not stupid, even in berserk mode his brain processed things, he had seen what this fuckers quirk was. The damage to Aizawa's arm with only a split second of contact with all five fingers was grotesque.

Through deep huffs of breath, his red eyes locked on the raised finger. He didn't move and the group seemed to take a breath of relief.

"Now, don't make us be more violent then we need to be, Bakugou Katsuki, you are supposed to be a guest." Handsy gave a raspy giggle, as if this was a normal way to have a guest over. Maybe for them it was. The man walked forward, forcing Katsuki to step back until the backs of his knees hit a chair and he fell into it heavily. "Good boy. Strap him down, I don't want him hurting himself."

Bruising hands grabbed his shoulders holding him still as leather straps were pulled tight, cutting into his chest and stomach. His sleeveless undershirt did nothing to protect from that. Katsuki maintained eye contact with the crusty leader as the straps were tested again, same with the cuffs before the group stepped back and he got a decent look at all them.

There was one that caught his eye, one he didn't dare look at too long for fear of him recognizing his eyes. After Kenichi had figured him out Katsuki had gotten good at making sure to wear a black beanie under his Kitsune mask, on the kept his signature spiky blonde hair out of view. But any one two close might still be able to recognize him.

There was a dead fear in his stomach now, if Dabi made him what would he do? What would Handsy do? Using him to gain favour with an organization like Shie Hassaikai wouldn't be a far stretch for a budding criminal party like the LOV.

Fuck! Why did it have to be him?

"There. Comfy? Nothing too tight I hope."

Katsuki narrowed his eyes at the crusty bastard, mouth firmly shut. Dabi might not be able to pick out his face but his damn voice would be a fucking giveaway.

"Don't worry. I don't expect you to talk right away. You need time to cool down, and realize your situation." The man bent at the waist to stare Katsuki in the face. "And while you think about that we are going to make sure the hero's know just how badly they failed you, and society in general! How does that sound?"

Now, he said it before, he really does have some self preservation skills, particularly in battle, but chained and helpless as he was there weren't many options. Keep quiet like a good little prisoner, tell him to go fuck himself and probably be sold to the Yakuza, or …

The restraints didn't leave much room to move but there was enough. Katsuki's forehead smashed into Shigaraki face with a satisfying crunch. Blood poured from his nose as he staggered a few steps back. Fury flashed in his eyes and Katsuki took a moment to appreciate his life because he was certain he was about to die, death being preferred to a life in chains again.

Handsy took a step forward, hand extended, then the Smokey fuckwad spoke.

"The boy is emotional Shigaraki Tomura, do not act in anger when you know if the positions were reversed you would act out as well."

The man grumbled but pulled back the hand.

"Fine. But he will learn! Muzzle him and secure it to the back of the chair. He is not allowed to move even an inch until I feel he has earned it."

Snarling like a feral animal, Katsuki could do nothing to stop the bit from being forced into his mouth, before the large metal front was locked around his jaw. He wasn't sure if this model was even made for humans, it was extremely uncomfortable, and that was even before it was tied to the back of the chair.

"Good. Now behave and maybe we will let you try again later to be civil."

Katsuki wan't paying much attention to what he was saying, he was too busy envisioning what it would be like to nail the guy with a Howitzer.

*POV KENICHI*

Kenichi walked along the dock yard humming to himself quite pleased. He now had in his possession an ungodly amount of high quality denim. He thought about just putting a big bow on the shipping container for Katsuki but the boy might not appreciate that gesture as much as if he donated it all to the local homeless shelters.

He had no use for the products so he thought that would have to do. After giving the order to one of his men, that cast him a funny look before rushing to obey, he pulled out his phone and started to scroll through the news feed.

Katsuki was quiet this evening, not many texts about his current asshole Hero boss, which could be a good thing but he doubted it. The boy was much too free spirited to work under a man like Jeanist. True the number four hero was far from corrupt but the fucker was so ridged in his dealings with all types of criminals, not just villains, but the small time hustlers and pickpockets he just wouldn't mesh with Katsuki's idea of justice.

If he thought for a moment the kid wouldn't be absolutely destroyed by the thought, he would bring him in as his own successor. The kid had the brains and guts to make a good boss but like Aizawa Shouta the kids heart wasn't made for the criminal life.

It was a good thing Shouta was there to guild him properly because Kenichi would have been petrified if he had to do it alone. He would, he found he would do anything for his angry little gremlin, but what he would do could mess the kid up even worse.

Several of his men rushed around the dock yard, getting ready to except his own large shipment of goods from over seas. His many businesses required several cargo ships worth of merchandise a month, from many different countries. If those shipments came with little hidden treasures, well, the cops and Hero's would have to get a hell of a lot better at their jobs to ever catch him.

Glancing at his phone again he popped off a couple texts to Katsuki just to see how he was making out. To no reply. Frowning he switched over to Shouta's number and texted if he had heard from Katsuki.

(Me) – Have you heard from our son?

Daddy – No. I am currently dealing with a incident in Hosu involving Nomu's and rogue teens. Don't text me!

Huh. He brought up his newsfeed and sure enough Hosu was taking up the majority of the articles. Katsuki's agency was far enough away from that he shouldn't be involved.

Still, something made that back of his neck itch. He had been in this industry too long to ignore suck things, and Katsuki was a fucking magnet for trouble.

A quick good search gave him the number to the Jeanist agency. The call was sent directly to voicemail, as were his next three. That was no way to run a business.

Properly annoyed now Kenichi brought up a number of a man he knew that worked that area.

"What?" Came the gruff, mostly sober tone.

"I need a quick job. Pull me Jeanist's personal phone number, and get me anything on the Jeanist Hero agency that may have happened in the last three hours."

"Anything in particular I am looking for?"

"Just anything out of the ordinary. You have ten minutes or payment will be made in steel."

Hanging up, Kenichi paced the board walk for several minutes before he got a call back.

"Six minutes, good."

"The number has been sent via text. As for the agency it was attacked. Same time as the Nomu's appeared in Hosu. Three villains were detained. Three others did a number on the sidekicks and Jeanist himself. They escaped with a teleportation quirk. They are trying to keep it quiet but word is they villains took someone."

Kenichi didn't need to hear anymore. He hung up. Looking up at the sky he took a deep breath. The next number was someone he trusted.

"Three villains were brought in from the attack on Jeanist's agency. I want there names, all known associates, and where they are being housed."

The sultry female voice that answered piqued in interest.

"Will a breakout be needed, or just infiltration."

"Infiltration. They will talk, they will tell me everything I want to know!" His voice held no room for argument, it was not the light fun tone he had when speaking with Katsuki, this was business.

"Understood."

"Get me a car!" He roared as he walked from the docks. Fuck the phone. Jeanist was getting a personal visit.

The car couldn't get him close to the actual agency due to damage to the streets. He made a call to his own business to come clean it up, he would pay for it himself, and his manager could pull anything out of the rubble that might be helpful.

There was still no confirmation that Katsuki was taken, but looking at the street Kenichi prepared himself for the worse. He would not pull Shouta from what he was doing unless he was sure.

From all the damage he didn't see any of the unique markings that Katsuki's quirk made, but he did see evidence of hard battle. Several ambulances were lined up in front of the agency doors. Kenichi slid under the police tape and walked forward with all the confidence that he belonged there. His high class suit and shined show stood out, put no uniformed officer dared question him in case he was top brass.

His first stop was to each of the ambulances. Katsuki was not there. In the last one was one of the side kicks, sliced up, but awake and aware.

"Who are you?" The man demanded. Kenichi put on a concerned look, exaggerated for his purposes.

"Yes, sorry, my name is Kenichi, my son was interning here and I haven't heard from him. I just now saw on the news about the attack. Do you know where he is?"

"Your son?" The sidekick looked sceptical, Kenichi was younger then what would be expected.

"Yes, Katsuki? I adopted him about six months ago, tryiing boy, but really the heart of a hero." A little bit of sentimentality and he could see the man's face warp into, what was that? Guilt?

"Um. Yes. Jeanist is upstairs in his office. Best you head up there. I'll let the secretary know you are coming up."

"Oh, good, thank you very much." As Kenichi turned from the man his expression dropped back into cold and calculating, brows furrows and eyes half lidded as he studied everything.

Top floor he was greeted by a small woman, with jeans and a sensible ponytail, this had to be Jeanist's secretary.

"Hello, Kenichi-sama? Please come have a seat, Jeanist is on the phone but he will meet with you momentarily."

"Momentarily?" His voice was deep and cold. "My son is no where to be found, and no one will tell me anything, and he will speak to me momentarily?" Oh, fuck that pretentious piece of shit, he was going to talk to him now!

Pushing past the woman, ignoring her pleas, he slammed open the door to the fancy high rise office and stalked inside. Eyes locking on Jeanist's as he turned towards the loud bang. The two stared at each other a moment before the Hero spoke into his phone.

"I am going to call you back." He hung up and set the cell phone on the desk. "Kenichi Akio, what an odd time for a man of your calibre to be barging into my office."

Kenichi hummed, not many people knew his full name, and he was not keen on Jeanist just dropping it like that.

"Not so odd, my son is interning with you."

"Your son?" The same look of confusion came over the Pro's face as his sidekick downstairs.

"Yes, my son. Six months ago I took guardianship over one Bakugou Katsuki. And I have yet to see him since I arrived on scene, nor have I or Aizawa gotten any notifications that there was even an attack on your agency."

"Aizawa was actually going to be my next call, I have tried to sort the situation with my sizeable resources but I have been coming up short I am afraid."

Kenichi smirked, without humour, flashing a sharpened canine.

"And what is the situation, Hakamada Tsunagu?" He sneered out, his posture was not meant to hide the threat. The man opened his mouth to speak but a bing in Kenichi's phone drew his attention. The man held up a hand promptly to shush the Hero's words.

Ignoring the indignant squawk from the man, Kenichi pressed play on the security video his contact had just sent him. As it continued to play the Yakuza boss's aura grew colder, his tattoo's dancing over his skin.

He held out the phone for the hero to watch himself condemn Katsuki to be kidnapped.

"I hope the next words that were going to come out of your mouth were, 'I fucked up.'"

*next chapter*

Katsuki would have preferred to stay in the bar, at least he could see the television that was trained on the news channel. The Hosu incident took up most the the time, but a short video of his classmates standing with Endeavour had caught his attention, the words at the bottom of the screen had said the number two hero had caught the villain Stain. Which was utter bullshit!

There was no way Deku and Todoroki should took that beat up if the walking dumpster-fire had been there for the full fight.

He was invested in the story but Crusty-fuck had better plans. His two black eyes from his broken nose a physical reminder of his soured mood.

"Magne, take the boy into the other room. We have things to discuss." He waved him away. Stupid fuck. Katsuki hoped he choked on his fucking drink.

The woman grabbed the back of the chair, tipped it and dragged it to the back of an adjacent room. The movement jolted his bindings and pulled the bit of the muzzle into the corners of his mouth.

Dropping the chair back onto four legs she left, the door slamming closed behind her. This was not fun. Completely immobile, in a seemingly soundproof, dark room. Without any of his senses proving useful his anxiety spiked his heart rate.

Too many nights he had spent alone in the dark, in pain. Too many. The only thing saving his sanity was that this time he at least had two people he knew would look for him.

*POV KENICHI*

Calling Shouta back went about as well as he expected. After a sharp greeting he actually let Kenichi explain the situation.

"And Jeanist is with you right now?"

"He is."

"Good. Keep him there, I will arrive within the hour. Do not let him leave, even if he gets word where Katsuki is, he is to stay there, you and I will get the job done."

"Alright. I have my own avenues to check out, but I will wait till you get here." He swiped to end the call. Jeanist watched him carefully from the other side of the desk. A formidable opponent, but unlike the hero Kenichi had no issues with playing dirty if the man wanted to disagree with anything he had said.

It had been three hours since Katsuki was taken. It would be closer to four once Shouta arrived. He only hoped the League had reason to keep Katsuki alive, they wouldn't have gone through the trouble of kidnapping if they didn't have a plan but the little gremlin did have a tendency to destroy peoples intentions.

The office phone rang, Jeanist was quick to pick it up.

"Yes? Yes, hello." He glanced up at Kenchi, who had planted himself in an office chair, legs neatly folded, fingers steepled in front of his chest. At ease, but ready to destroy the every body and thing in the damned building.

Kenichi watched the man swallow. Good, he understood his predicament. Suddenly the secretary burst into the room, eyes wide.

"You need to come see this."

Both men stood and followed her quickly to the staff lounge. There on the television was the leader of the league, well, the face anyway Kenichi had his suspicions that the young man was merely a puppet with his strings being pulled.

"Hero society is broken," the man was saying, "Both hero and villains are based in violence, and yet we are thrown into categories."

Kenichi ignored what ever else was coming out of the bastards lips and instead focused on what he would see. The man was sporting a newly broken nose, no doubt Katsuki's doing, and behind him was a room, no, a bar. Nothing that really stood out.

"Even though our situations differ we have all been restricted and controlled"

There were others standing behind him. Kenichi didn't recognize any of them but he threw out a quick text that if any of his men knew the league members currently being broadcasted they were to give him names immediately.

"Since we know the average person is too ignorant to see just how the current system is failing us let us give you a good example. Imagine a child, abused and neglected, thrown onto the street by his rich parents simply for having a powerful quirk. No one questions his bruises, or missed school days, no one looks twice when they see a child wondering the street." The man paused and pictures started to flash across the screen. The pictures that were banned from publication, the evidence from the trail. "Tortured and scared. Then the same child is caught in a villain attack." The sludge villain footage aired. "Hero's stand by and watch a child fight for his life because they didn't want to risk injury to themselves. Paid to do a job, a job they couldn't even do." Allmight appears. "Your number one hero. Saves the day right? Except if you notice Bakugou Katsuki walks away while people praise the hero. No one walked him home, no one phoned his parents, and he had no medical treatment." Another photo appears and this one stays, as Shigiraki explains all the horrible things that people put Katsuki though. The photo changed to the sports festival footage. "And after a history like that the most prestigious hero school chains and muzzles their top scoring student for acting the way society had forced him to act. Quite hypocritical don't you think?"

Kenichi glanced over at Jeanist, it was obvious the man didn't know any of what had just been said. Katsuki would have never volunteered that information to anyone, the last thing he ever wanted was pity. He took his lumps, and kept moving forward to help people, if anything he was the true Hero that Stain had advocated for earlier that night, a hero doing it for all the right reasons.

Kenichi shook his head, the bastards were making Katsuki their poster child, but it would never work, he would never join, he would tell them to fuck off and continue on his own path.

"And then just hours ago, your number four hero, let this happen."

The security video that had been sent to his phone was now being aired all over the city. Well, fucker deserved some shade after what he pulled, but again it came down to what Katsuki would want and it still wasn't this.

Why had they not shown the boy? Probably because he's probably off somewhere biting and burning people that touched him … wouldn't gain too much public support if they showed their new recruit undermining their whole argument. Unless they already killed him … no, odds were they would try and break him first. Bakugou Katsuki becoming a member of the League would be a major blow to the Hero's.

Using his SON to try and prove their point. Fuck the Hero's, this was going to to be dealt with his way. These fucking kids needed to be shown that it does not pay to play adult games!

Lifting his phone to his eat he waited for his contact to answer.

"Anything?" He asked, his voice low so Jeanist can't listen in.

"Impatient aren't we?" Came the pout, but she sighed dramatically and continued anyway. "I am working on it, I have two names and locations right now, working on the third. One of our men is even en route to target one. Any intel he shares will be forwarded."

"Good. Once they talk, make a point. Nobody touches Bakugou Katsuki. Make it clear."

"Seeing all the cute pictures of the two of you together floating around should have been warning enough."

"I would have thought so too." He hung up and let his brain process everything. The broadcast ended without any proof of life, just a vague promise the world was going to regret letting the hero's sink so low in standards.

"Morons."

Kenichi turned to see Shouta standing there, a dishevelled angel, and the one living person that might feel all the same shit that was floating around in his own head.

"Aizawa, you made good time," Jeanist approached but hesitated when the UA teacher levelled him with such a stare that he was wise to step back.

"I want full access to all your resources. I have several vigilantes out scouting and they will be coming here to report, your sidekicks are to leave them alone, do you understand me?" Shouta snarled, eyes flashing red with his quirk. Jeanist shifted uncomfortably as he felt his own quirk mute.

"Oh course. The only thing that matters right now is that Bakugou is found, safe."

"If you were so concerned about keeping him safe he would have been wearing his full gear, he would have been given permission to defend himself, and he most certainly would not have been restrained! Had he been able to fight we would have had League members in jail right not instead of looking for my possibly dead boy!"

Damn, it had been awhile since Kenichi seen the underground hero lose his cool, and fuck, it was hot, but the words put a damper on everything else. The Yakuza boss placed a hand on Shouta's shoulder, giving a comforting squeeze.

Without even discussing it with Jeanist the two moved into his office and started to set up their own command centre. Each with their own networks, their own methods, working towards a common goal.

When Kenichi finally got some positive results, he turned to head out but Aizawa caught him by the front of his button up, his face so close that their noses were almost touching.

"Just bring him back," His usually tired eyes looked stunning with that spark of anger.

"Of course sweetheart! I am going to do exactly what I am good at!" He smirked and gave their noses a little boop together. "I'll let you know where to send the clean up crews."

Katsuki blinked when the door opened, the sudden light was enough to give him a headache. He needed a drink, the way the muzzle sat in his mouth made him drool like a fucking dog, and the damp caused the metal to chaff even harder. Fuck, everything was uncomfortable.

The little blonde psycho walked in holding a water bottle . His eyes followed her every move, of all them this one was most likely to kill him, but probably not even mean too. There was no where else to sit in the room but she didn't seem to bothered as she slid onto his lap and stared down into his face.

"Hi Bakugou!" She giggled, eyes fluttering to the side of his exposed neck, right where he knew there was a prominent vein. "I wish Shiggy would let us play. You look so pretty when you bleed."

Oh he wanted this bitch off him, her bony knees dug into the insides of his thighs and hands stroked the veins in his neck. If that wasn't the freakiest fucking thing the bitch kept licking her lips like she was gonna bite him!

He couldn't move, could only watch, but a deep growl vibrated through his chest when her hands ventured down, pulling the collar of his undershirt down to expose the dark scarring.

"Ooo," she cooed, "So nice! I bet this bled a lot." Something soft and wet ran across the width of the scar. Did this … did this fucking Leech just lick him!

Fuck it, he would lose an arm just to blast this dollar store blood-bender!

The restraints lit up, turning red hot while the force blew up the expanse of his arms. The sound was deafening, though the fire burnt only him the sound and the burning metal got her scrambling to clear away.

Well, fingers all still in tact, he decided as he wiggled them a bit inside the contraption. But add second degree burns to his growing list of discomfort.

"Toga! What the hell are you doing?" Came the gruff voice of Dabi. The Blond bolted upright.

"Shiggy said to make him drink! But he scared me."

"Give me that." The taller man grumbled, pulling the water bottle out of her hand. "Get lost, you crazy psycho!"

Well, at least Katsuki wasn't far off the mark if even her crew thought that about her. The Match-stick eyed him before walking closer, eyes took in the burns up his arms.

"If I take that muzzle off, are you gonna cause a scene?" The man demanded. Katsuki snorted, what the fuck was he gonna do, he couldn't yell, and there was no one in the dark room for him to insult unless the idiots stuck around for more than a second.

Over four hours in the thing was enough.

The metal peeled out of his skin, leaving deep cuts under his jaw and across his cheeks. The bit pulled away wetly with spit and blood. Similar to the sports festival but worse. Katsuki closed his eyes as he slowly brought his head forward, easing the kink, before clicking his jaw into place.

"Here." Came the demand. Katsuki's eyes popped open and he glared at the man. Fuck him too. All the shit Katsuki did on the shit, and this one had to come back and bite him in the ass.

He must of waited to long, or glared too hard, because Dabi lost patience.

"You don't gain anything by refusing." He snapped, grabbing a fist full of hair and forcing the water down his throat. It caught half way and came sputtering out in a violent coughing fit that strained his throat father. "Fuck sakes, why are you even doing this? You're just like us! Why fight it, the hero's will never let you be one of them."

Katsuki closed his mouth and stared down at the floor. The man glared and tossed the now empty bottle off into one of the corners of the room before turning to leave.

"Fuck you Princess, I don't need them to let me be anything. I will be a hero." It was a fucking gamble but what did Katsuki have to lose at this point? The man didn't seem to register the name at first, just scowled and opened his mouth to snap something back. But then he froze, eyes went unfocused for a couple seconds before locking on Katsuki's red orbs.

"Kitty?"

"And I want my fucking pants back." He snarled.

Dabi glanced out the door to make sure no one was coming.

"No. No no no no no no," The man chanted gripping his own hair to seemingly ground himself. "What the fuck? After all that, the way they all treated you, you chose to fucking be Kitsune?! How did your brain even come to that conclusion?" He spun away, fighting more with himself then Katsuki.

"I easily could have been you," Katsuki mumbled, "But that window had long been closed. Instead of some fuck wad looking to exploit me on the street I was lucky enough to have a grumpy old bastard take me in. He showed me a better way. And I will not disrespect his fucking memory by even entertaining your boss's demands. So go tell him he is better off just dusting my ass right now."

Turquoise eyes locked on his.

"Why did you even tell me? You think I am gonna let you go? I don't owe you shit, I made my payment."

Katsuki closed his eyes again and took a few deep breaths.

"You're right, you don't owe me shit." Katsuki agreed, "But if my life is going to be chains, just do me a favour, fucking kill me. I can't do this again." The words were not sad, nor were they emotional, they were simply fact. Katsuki would rather die then go back to the life he once had at the hands of his parents. Dabi deflated.

"Fucking hell Kitty. I didn't kiss you just to fucking burn you alive."

"And you didn't kidnap me just to let me go." Katsuki added. When he looked back up he could see the conflict.

"Did you ever get to use that payment?"

"No. I had the plan ready, but was waiting for the right time."

"Won't killing him make you one of us?"

"He won't die … he will pay. And I will save the little girl. That is how I will beat him and win." Katsuki sounded determined but then the rattle of the quirk restraints brought him back to the cold reality. "It's fine though. I made contingency plans. Aizawa will find the notebook, he will see it through to the end."

Dabi glanced back out to the other room.

"I can't release you." He said slowly. "And I won't rat out my crew."

"Fuck if I care what you do." Katsuki snapped. "As long as you fucking promise me that you will not let me live in these fucking chains! If Crusty plans on breaking me, or keeping me as a pet just cremate my ass like you promised when I broke into your apartment. Tell them I looked at you funny or something, don't care, just, please."

*next chapter*

Several hours had passed, Katsuki had been moved back to the bar so he could listen to the handsy fucker prattle on and on about his plans. He even got to watch Jeanist on television, fumble over an apology to the public for his handling of the attack. The man looked nervous, but then a very pissed off Aizawa was standing at his shoulder, forced no doubt, to be there to represent UA in the matter.

Dabi said nothing else to him, but he did make it painfully clear to the little blonde Psycho that she was not allowed to touch! A small gesture, but it was appreciated none the less.

"Untie him."

Dabi gave a start, but kept his mouth shut. Katsuki was thankful because the man could have told Shigaraki that he was definitely going to blow him up once the cuffs came off, that he was not one to back down from any fight regardless of odds. He liked to think he learned that from Aizawa.

"Twice, you do it." Dabi passed off the responsibility, which Katsuki thought was smart on his part.

"Of course. NO WAY!"

"We are recruiting him, it's only right we treat him as a equal. Besides mister UA student should be smart enough to realize he can't win."

Oh, go fuck yourself you crusty bastard. Bakugou fucking Katsuki always won!

He was calm, he was collected, right up until the last strap fell away. He surged to his feet, his knee smashing the Twice guy in the chin, and let off an explosion. He was a bit dehydrated, and his hands were burnt so the pop didn't have much behind it but it was enough to singe Handsy's face and knock him back several feet.

Dabi leaned against the wall, far to his left, making no move to fry him so Katsuki let his eyes lock on the boss.

"You fuckers talk too much. Get to the point! You want me to join, I am telling you to go fuck yourselves!" He growled out, sinking to his fighting stance, palms sparking he waited for one of them to make the first move.

None of them were expecting to hear gun shots, and so close, nor were they prepared for the door to smash in, the wood turned to splinters by the powerful jaws of a black inked dragon. Kenichi and a handful of armed men poured into the room. Fights broke out, a few quirks went off, but ultimately it was over fairly quick the League were being restrained, the misty fucker took a full explosion to his face at the first signs of a distraction knocking him out, which left Shigaraki standing in the middle of the room, facing off with Kenichi.

"You chose to crash the wrong party." Handsy sneered. Kenichi's dragon coiled around his shoulders much like Aizawa's scarf.

"Oh, I am in the right place." Kenichi held out and arm to Katsuki, who gratefully stepped into the side hug. "You chose to take the wrong kid though." He added. "Katsuki, I need you to wait outside."

"What? Why? Just tie them up for the cops and lets go home." Katsuki stated, but the fire burning behind Kenichi's eyes and the way the rest of his tattoos were clawing to be released was a sure sign he had another punishment in mind.

Before he had to make the morally demanding decision to turn his back on the people that had kidnapped and restrained him he felt a pull on his throat. A slimy, familiar feeling that made him retch. His fingers dug into the flesh of his neck as he felt the slime expand, cutting off his air.

"Wha ..?" He coughed, black slime flew from his mouth before coming back towards him, pulling him from every direction. What the fuck was going on? Shigaraki could be heard cackling before Katsuki knew nothing but dark … again!

"Ah master! Perfect timing! I hope you low level thugs enjoy these high grade Nomu!"

Katsuki hit the ground hard, coughing up the last of the black slime and blood. At this rate he was going to be mute before he hit twenty. Gasping for breath, his body froze. He was not alone.

Slowly, looking up from his knees he saw him. The man was as tall as Allmight, his form was thick but dressed in a nice black suit, but then there was his face. It was encased in some kind of Bane-ripoff mask. Had the man not been emitting such an intense aura of fear and death Katsuki might have made fun of the uninspired villain look.

"Ah, Bakugou. So glad you can join me, I am All for One. I was really hoping to pull the Hero's into this fight but it seems they have forsaken you."

"Fuck you," Katsuki growled out, ignoring the burning feeling in his throat. "They would have come too, but your little sidekick forgot to account for how fast my guardian works."

"Aw yes, Kenichi Akio, Yakuza, quirk Inked. Smart lad, ambitious, but far too attached. An expendable pawn."

Suddenly several other black pods appeared spilling the league members out into the area around him. Dabi looked to be knocked out though it appeared as if he had a cell phone in his hand, half hidden, Misty-fuck was still down, but the rest were up and moving.

"Yuck!" Blonde psycho pulled at her tongue trying to get the last of the slim off it.

"I am glad to see you are alright Tomura."

"I am sorry Master, we did not get Allmight to expose himself."

"It is alright child. There will always be another chance. For now we will learn from this failure."

Katsuki pulled himself to his feet, keeping low in case any of them made a move to attack.

"Tell me Tomura, what is you plan now?"

"I will use him, willingly or not! The hero's will feel his explosions for themselves."

"Good. A few round with the Doctor would do him well."

Nope. Fuck that. He was not going to be some lab rat for these bastards.

A hole appeared in the big guys shoulder, spraying blood, before the crack of the sniper rifle could be heard.

"Wha the hell?" Lizard-man yelped dropping with his hands over his head, eyes searching. A puff of dirt rose before another crack of the gun, this bullet having gone wide.

Katsuki turned to run, he didn't want to be in the middle of this, but was blocked by three of the league members.

"Keep him here!" Shigaraki demanded. His master, raised a hand and shot out some kind of powerful blast. The sniper, although far away seemed to collapse. What the fuck kind of power was that? Whatever it was it didn't seem to be one he could rapidly re-use because he only braced his legs and waited for the incoming Dragon that was flying over the building tops. The dragon was now the size of a damn bus, having absorbed a lot of energy from the Nomu's no doubt.

The thing with Kenichi's quirk, it was not limitless, the tattoo's could absorb only so much energy before bursting apart, and if that happened the man would have to wait a few days to call it back. The only good thing was that the dragon was far from the only one he had at his disposal.

All for one sent out some kind of tentacle from his fingers to strike out at Kenichi. The thing wrapped around the dragons maw before the man gave a mighty pull. Obviously he had more than one quirk, because so one had that kind of power naturally. The dragon crashed into the ground, sending up a puff of debris. Kenichi rolled away, his shirt tearing along the left shoulder.

Katsuki sent a blast the Lizard man's way, before turning to block the Psycho from jamming a knife into his back. He kicked her hard in the stomach, sending her back several feet. Dancing to the side he narrowly missed being flattened by a huge metal pillar that the massive woman swung with ease.

A loud crash pulled his attention for a moment as he saw Kenichi soar through the air to hit a brick wall. Katsuki took a hard blow to his side, he turned to blow up the fucker, eyes flickering back to the Yakuza boss to make sure he was still moving.

He was, and he had summoned three more of his tattoos, two foo dogs and a oni.

"What are you planning on doing now Kenichi? Do you really think you can beat me?"

The tattoo beast grew as they took multiple hits.

Katsuki was getting tired, he dodged Shigaraki's hands only to step into Magne's range, he wouldn't be able to keep this up for long.

Kenichi grinned a feral grin through the blood oozing down his face and pulled out his two matching .45s.

All for one actually laughed.

"Guns? You think guns will stop me?" One of the Foo dogs imploded with force. "Tomura take the boy and go I will clean up this mess." Some weird black lines dove into the misty fucker, pulling him up like a puppet. Several warp gates opened. Dabi was pulled into one, the misty guy went through another. The remaining league members circled around Katsuki.

"No a gun might not, but those damn Shie Hassaikai have been invading my territory for long enough, you don't think I've picked up a few of their toys?"

Two bullets sunk into the man, he didn't even flinch nor did he stop laughing.

"You fool! I told you gun won't work! Now you will die!" All for one raised his hand, pointed right at Kenichi's face.

"No!" The scream was broken, barely above a normal speaking voice. Katsuki tried to move but his way was blocked by the Psycho and Shigaraki.

The hand stayed there but nothing happened. All for one faltered.

"WHAT IS THIS?" He demanded, shaking his arm as if trying to dislodge something. Still nothing happened. Forgoing that plan, he lunged at Kenichi who blocked the blow, this time easily before trading a few more punches.

Katsuki did not know what was happening but he knew one thing, he needed to get away from the league, because if he was pulled into one of those gates he might not be found again. He used his explosions to propel himself up and back, putting some distance. Not enough to be out of the fight, but enough they weren't surrounding him.

"Tomura, go!" All for one snarled. "You will fight another day!"

Katsuki breathed a sigh of relief when Shigaraki cast a glare at him but did as he was told, jumping into the now shrinking gate. Out of that danger Katsuki ran towards Kenichi's fight. Bracing his feet, and jamming his elbow against his knee for support he sent off a explosion big enough to send the big man through the air, and create a crater in the brick wall behind him. His head lolling to the side.

Panting, Katsuki looked over at Kenichi. The man was dead on his feet. Shirt torn to shreds, blood flowing from more than one spot, and his left arm hanging a t an odd angle.

Katsuki caught him before he fell. Pulling out the man's cell phone and dialled the number beside the name Daddy. He hoped to the gods that Aizawa was the only man Kenichi would label that, if not this was going to be one awkward call.

"Do you have him?" Came Aizawa's cold tone.

"Well, I have one passed out Yakuza member, and a super villain that almost made me shit my pants. So, if you would like to come get us, that would be great!"

"Katsuki," he sounded relieved and exasperated all at once. "I have you signal, I am just finishing the clean up of the nomu's, I will be there in three."

"Ok. Then we get this crazy fucker to Recovery girl."

Hanging up Katsuki glanced over at knocked out villain. He didn't know enough but he knew what might be in those bullets Kenichi had. He made a point to take the remaining bullets out of the guns and tuck them away in his pocket before the cops came. Odds were Kenichi wasn't suppose to have those.

Katsuki sat beside Kenichi's hospital bed, watching the news feeds on the kidnapping. Well, no hiding now, the whole fucking country knew he was a broken kid.

Annoyed he flipped over to the class group chat, read their stupid worried texts, first directed at Iida, Todoroki, and Midoriya then when they were announced safe a flood of texts concerning him. He added his own at the end.

(me) – Shut the fuck up! The constant buzzing is annoying, I'm fine, I'll see you fuckers at school Monday.

He didn't reply again but he did read a few of their overwhelmingly sappy responses.

Closing his phone he glanced over at Kenichi. Recovery girl had been able to heal him a bit, enough that he wasn't in danger any more, but now he was passed out and likely to sleep for a good portion of the day.

When Aizawa came in holding two steaming cups of tea Katsuki looked up with a small smile, his hands felt tight but with the burns healed he was able to take the cup without much problem.

"Well, looks like the cops are satisfied. No charges for anything Kenichi was connected too."

"Good. He deserves a fucking medal not handcuffs."

Aizawa hummed in response, a hand coming up to rest on the back of Katsuki's head. Something the man had been doing since he picked him up, almost as if he needed the physical reminder that Katsuki was there, in person.

"Here." Katsuki suddenly remembered. He pulled out the bullets and handed them to Aizawa. "These are something I know Shie Hassaikai had been working on. I think they temporarily erase peoples quirks. I don't know how Kenichi got them."

"He is a sneaky little fucker, I can only imagine how they came into his possession." Aizawa slid them away. "But I am glad he had them."

"When we get home, we need to talk." Katsuki said slowly, peeking up at the man to gage his reaction. Aizawa looked back at him, his expression as hard to read as ever.

"Alright. What about?"

"I have this notebook …"

*Next chapter*

Sitting at the table Katsuki wrung his hands nervously while watching Aizawa read through the notebook. He didn't dismiss it or push it away, he read each page carefully.

"This," He finally said, pulling Katsuki out of his inner turmoil, "Is very good underground work, you should think about switching your focus." Not what Katsuki was expecting but it made Katsuki preen a bit at the praise. "You want to be part of this when it goes down, right?"

"Yes." Katsuki said with utter determination.

"Alright. Here is what I am going to do." He closed the book and pulled Katsuki's chair so he was sitting right in front of Aizawa, their eyes level with each other. "We are going to get a bit more information. We are going to double check your sources on the little girl and get proof. We will plan a full out Hero raid on this base."

Katsuki frowned, he felt a 'but' coming on. Aizawa seemed to read his mind and gave a small smile.

"But, it is going to take a bit more time to make sure we get it right. You have end of term exams coming up. Winter break with a four day quirk training camp all before you can take the provisional license exam." Aizawa said slowly. "Not to mention with the attacks on their students UA is planning on rolling out a dorm system after the winter break. Can I trust you to keep being patient with this? We can keep collecting the information while we wait."

Katsuki had been patient thus far, and he never expected Aizawa to be so on board with his plan, or in fact, how he had been using his time during street rounds. So, really, it wasn't hard for him to give his signature fiery grin.

"Hell ya!"

One thing he failed to mention to his teacher was that Kitsune might be compromised, well, was compromised. It all depended on if Dabi was going to blab. Which meant he was going to have to pay another visit to his crispy patient. Probably not wise to do so, so soon after being kidnapped, or alone, but he would deal with that when it came.

Aizawa patted his shoulder.

"Come on. Lets take some real food back for the big baby."

Katsuki chuckled. The big bad Yakuza Boss did not like being in the hospital (he had been there for one fucking day!) and was bombarding their phones with requests for food, flowers and cuddles.

When they arrived Katsuki was walking beside Aizawa towards the floor Kenichi had his private room. Two scary looking men were posted on either end of the hall. It was enough to turn back most visitors.

Katsuki smirked and fist bumped the big spikey dude at the end.

"Good to have you back Kat." He rumbled.

"Crap. Katsuki can you run down to the cafeteria and grab two coffees please? I forgot the man-child asked for one." Aizawa asked.

"Yeah, of course." He avoided the elevator, screw that metal death trap, and went down to get what Sleep-deprivation wanted. Then booked it back up. He had not thought that maybe his teacher was getting rid of him in order to talk to Kenichi alone.

When he heard them speaking he froze outside. He could just make out the two of them in the crack of the slightly open door. Kenichi sitting up in bed, looking a bit more bright than before, his bare chest only holding a few bandages around his ribs now. Aizawa stood beside the bed, hair pulled back into a messy bun.

"Ah, come on Shouta, you got to admit, I did it right. Didn't even kill anyone."

Huh. When did it change from Eraser to Shouta?

"There are three villain detainees missing fingers, sitting in intensive care. Along with a Ss ranked villain in Tartarus. And our boy is back in one piece." Aizawa reached out and fisted his hand in the back of Kenichi's hair, pulling him forward and tilting his head up. Kenichi looked like he didn't know what the fuck was happening, but he wasn't fighting it. "You did good."

Holy fuck!

Aizawa pulled Kenichi in by the hair, and kissed him aggressively. When he pulled back Kenich chased him for a moment before opening his eyes.

"I do like being good for you!" He breathed.

Katsuki gagged, as one does when their parents (adoptive or otherwise) show public displays of affection, he also had a thousand different sassy comments he wanted to say, but didn't feel like it would be an appropriate time. He owed those two a lot, and to see them share such an intimate, though slightly alarming, moment gave him a little fuzzy feeling that maybe they could be a family … wishful thinking he was sure, but he couldn't help but have it.

He cleared his throat at the door, kicking it wider with his foot and held up the two coffees. Aizawa was still hard to read, face impassive, but Kenichi broke into the widest fucking grin Katsuki had ever seen on the man.

"Sooo …" Oh fuck it, when did he ever keep his mouth shut? "When's the wedding?"

Aizawa rolled his eyes. Kenichi looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Nice spring wedding. Fuck white! Dark green and black theme. Non-traditional." He glanced at Aizawa and set his chin in the palm of his hands. "Then I will take you on a romantic honeymoon to the Cat islands."

Oh. There it was. Kenichi got an eyebrow raise, which meant Aizawa was actually listening to him. Who knew the way to the way to Aizawa heart was with a cat?

Despite absolutely dreading it Monday came on very quickly. Kenichi had been discharged from the hospital but told to go home and rest. That being the case Katsuki stayed with Aizawa and showed up to class a step behind. It wasn't as if the fuckers didn't know his personal business now anyway.

Walking into the classroom, Katsuki noted that most everyone was crowded around Todoroki, Deku, and Iida, no doubt trying to get the gossip about Stain. Iida looking a bit more pale at the subject then the others, interesting but he was never one for gossip so he headed for his desk with his usual loud presence.

All chatter stopped as eye found him. Of course the first one he hears is fucking Deku.

"Kacchan! I am so glad you are safe!"

He let the nerd hug him for two seconds before pushing him off. The self proclaimed Bakusquad took the two seconds Midoryia had him occupied to sneak up and tackle him in their own hug pile. Kirishima was the first and his arms wrapped around him fully, his head fitted right beside his. The others were over top of him, but his warm body was flush against his side and gods be damned it felt nice.

It happened instantaneously when his cheeks heated up , the first few sparks gave just enough noise for Shitty hair to notice, and when he pulled back sharply the others did too. That just heated the blush even more making the small sparks dance over his cheeks.

"Fucks sake!" He whined trying to cover his face but the idiots were not going to have any of that. They were gonna be worse then Kenichi he knew it!

"Kacchan!" Kaminari yelled whispered, "you're blushing! And it looks like little fire works!"

"Wow! Did they always do that? I thought it was just your palms that discharged nitro… " The nerd pushed closer to see, Katsuki could tell he had questions, and by the muttering under his breath it was definitely going into one of his note books.

Fucking shitty hair just had to go and make it worse! All the crappy things the media had been posting, and the whole kidnapping ordeal was put on hold when Kirishima took a hardened thumb and ran it over Katsuki's cheek, his eyes wide in wonderment.

It didn't take a fucking genius to figure out what Katsuki though of that because the popping got louder, his face got redder, and now the tips of his ears were shimmering in little explosions too!

Mina gave a little gasp and covered her mouth. With that the other girls seemed to catch on. The boys remained oblivious until Mr. Social-inept had to open his fucking mouth.

"Bakugou, you seemed to be getting even redder when Kirishima touched you, are you guys going out?" Todoroki asked. The girls all cringed back, that wasn't the best way to address a possible gay relationship in a fairly conservative country.

Kirishima held up both his hands in protest and took a step back.

"Whoa, whoa man! Me and Bakubro are best friends! We aren't together like that!"

Todoroki tilted his head a bit to the side, like a confused stupid fucking puppy.

"Then why did he turn red?"

Aizawa needed a fucking raise. He pulled himself out of his sleeping bag like a freshly caffeinated butterfly and sent the crowds flying to their seats.

Katsuki found his and made a point to keep his eyes on the papers in front of him. By the end of class the questioning stares seemed to lesson. He was grabbing his stuff, deep scowl set on his face, when he felt some one stop beside his desk. Looking up it was not who he thought it would be.

Uraraka shifted nervously as she fiddled with her fingers.

"The fuck you want round cheeks?" He demanded. His rudeness seemed to remind her who she was speaking to because she straightened her back and lifted her chin defiantly. She looked ready to throw down, it was a good look for her. Well, it was till the bitch dropped into a low bow.

"I wanted to apologize again for my behaviour at the sports festival, I see now why it was so wrong of me to assume. I …"

He cut her off. Enough of this bull shit.

"You think because Mommy beat the ever living shit out of me I am weak?" He demanded. She hesitated, straightening.

"No, I don't think you are weak." She said softly as he crowded her space. The rest of the class pausing to eavesdrop, and possible defuse the situation.

"Do you think me being thrown out onto the street gives me an excuse to be an asshole?"

"No, I don't think that either."

"Then why the fuck are you apologizing? You want to call my attitude into question, go the fuck ahead, a kettle is a kettle a pot is a pot. Just don't try to guess why or who made me that way." He pulled open the collar of his shirt so the dark scar around his neck was visible. "For better or worse this shit made me who I am, I won't use it as an excuse for how I act, so I expect you to not use it as an excuse to look down on me."

She seemed to get the idea because her cheeks puffed out the way they normal did when she was readying for a fight.

"Alright than! I still think you are rude. But you didn't look down on me for being a woman, so I won't look down on you for your past!"

"Beating everyone equally is the fucking name of the game." He smirked.

The day moved on from there. It wasn't till lunch when things got awkward again. Katsuki had just sat down with the idiot squad when the loud fucking blonde from 1-B sauntered towards their table.

"Aw. The beast is back! What is it with 1-A that just attracts all this negative attention? I guess it's you we get to thank for the dorms come the winter term. I just love being pulled from my family just to come to school. Oh," He grinned wickedly, "I guess you really wouldn't know that feeling huh?"

"What the hell man?" Kirishima started getting to his feet. Lightening-rod and Tape-face following suit. "The dorms are being built because of the heightened villain presence, that isn't on Bakugou."

"No? Funny how he was present for each of the villain attacks so far. I'd be surprised if he wasn't part of their little group anyway. A spy. That savage behaviour is so fitting." He continued to taunt. Katsuki slowly pulled himself up, putting an arm out to stop the other three from doing anything that would get them in trouble. "Easy now beasty wouldn't want to do anything that might get you expelled, being sent back to the dumpster they pulled you from wouldn't be very appealing I am sure."

"Even pulled from a dumpster I scored higher than you in the entrance exam, beat you in the sports festival, and out rank you in academic standing. Tell me again why the fuck I should give two shit what you say?"

That gave the boy pause, but then so did the ridge-hand to the side of his neck from his own class president.

"I am so sorry. He likes to poke, and he takes it way to far. Sorry again." She then hauled his limp body away.

"You …ah … you didn't blow him up." Sero commented.

Katsuki sighed, and shook his head.

"Must be getting fucking soft. Now I'm gonna have to go kick a puppy or something to get some fucking street cred back."

It took the idiots a couple moments to realize he made a fucking joke.

Jesus, was he that much of a dick when they first started that it was so unlikely for him to joke? It had only been a couple months but surely he hadn't changed that much. Thinking about it he had to admit that even in his head he was calling them by their own names more then the nicknames he had given them, and he had started accepting invites to hang out, AND he was even replying to their stupid text messages.

Wow. No wonder it took them by surprise, Katsuki really had been a dick.

Once they figured out that he was joking they settled back into the light hearted ribbing and normal happy states.

Heroics class was weird. Allmight kept staring at him. He thought for a moment the man was going to speak but then he thought better of it.

All in all it was a stupid fucking day but it ended eventually, and the week moved on.

Thursday Kirishima caught him just outside the gates to walk to class with him.

"What's up Baku-bro?" He asked, his hundred watt smile was fucking blinding.

"Same shit as yesterday when you asked."

He gave a chuckle and Katsuki had to look away.

"So any plans for this weekend?"

"Studying for our term finals." Katsuki muttered, still kind of annoyed Aizawa made him take the whole week off from any extra rounds, or training. Something about recovering or some shit. Which was stupid because he was fine.

"Great! Did you want to come to my house and study with me? Have a sleep over?"

Well if he was serious about kicking a puppy to get street cred now would be the time to tell Kiri no, because that would have crushed that adorable fucking, hopeful look in the redheads eyes. Who would be able to do that?!

"Yea ok, I'll let Kenichi and Aizawa know."

"Why does Aizawa-Sensei need to know?"

Oh. He hadn't told Kiri all that.

"Him and Kenichi are actually splitting guardianship over me."

"Oh! That's great!" And he genuinely sounded happy for him. "So, do you just want to bring your bag tomorrow and we will leave from here?"

"Yeah I can do that." Shitty-hair beamed again and headed off for his locker. Katsuki paused and hung his head.

"Why the fuck are you following me Pinky?"

Racoon-eyes moved closer.

"I wanted to catch you once Kiri left." She said slowly.

"Spit it out."

"Are you …"

He didn't let her finish, he knew what she was doing. Besides for him Ashido was the closest to Kirishima.

"Yes."

"You don't even know what I was going to ask!" She pouted.

"You were going to ask if I was gay."

"Oh, yea, actually … ok good."

"Good?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"Yeah, good. Kirishima is obviously pretty open about such things since he does have two moms, but sometimes he doesn't remember that some people can be uncomfortable with him being bi. And he does like you."

"You think I would have beat him if he hit on me or something?" Katsuki demanded. Ashido didn't back down. She was fiercely protective.

"Some guys would try, obviously Kiri can look after himself, but he deserves everything! He is a beautiful sunshine boy! And I would defend him with my life!" She declared with a fist thrust into the air dramatically.

"Alright, calm your tits Pinky, I get it." Katsuki muttered, "I kinda just figured myself out recently and I do have feelings … or some shit … towards Shitty-hair. So don't worry."

Ashido smiled widely, positively disgusting happy people. There was no stopping the hug she gave him, she couldn't even be shaken off till they arrived at Mic's english class.

Katsuki hiked up the bag on his shoulder and followed Kiri down the street towards his house. The boy was talking a mile a minute about the newest hero's that just debuted. He wasn't into hero's like Deku was but he liked to talk about how he would use his quirk to face them in a sparring match.

The little house was just the same as it had been the last time he was there.

After dropping their bags in Kiri's room they popped down to the kitchen for snacks before hauling out their homework.

After a couple hours of smacking answers into the other head, with a rolled up piece of paper he wasn't a fiend, Katsuki got up to stretch.

"It's getting late, what time will your moms be home. Maybe we can cook supper for them?" Katsuki asked. Kiri closed up his books and smiled.

"Mama and Mom left this morning to celebrate their wedding anniversary this weekend. It's just us! Do you want to cook? They left me money so we could order pizza, and maybe order the Quirk-fights on tv!"

Gods be fucking damned, what had he gotten himself into?! He needed to make Aizawa to teach him that fucking poker face because this blaring tell he had going on with his sparking cheeks was no fucking good!

Like before Kirishima's eyes grew wide, a smirk on his lips as he moved closer watching the light show that was Katsuki.

"That is so cool." Kirishima was close enough his breath tickled Katsuki's skin. Red and Crimson eyes locked. The only thing that could be heard was the ticking of the kitchen clock. Oh god his thoughts were fucking rhyming now in this Hallmark moment.

Dabi had taken control of his first kiss, but he remembered what he liked about it, maybe he could try that with Kiri? Would Kiri give him that same jolt right through his stomach?

Fuck it. Plus ultra!

*next chapter*

Katsuki sat on the edge of the high-rise roof, slowly turning his phone over in his hands. He had just been by the quiet little apartment, not surprised the crispy chicken nugget had vacated the premises.

There was one more avenue to try before he had to take to the street and use Kitsune's contacts to track the slippery fucker down.

Yes, he had been part of the crew that kidnapped him, no he didn't fucking trust him. But he was the only one he had ever found that actually knew things about Shie Hassaikai and Katsuki was determined to save that little girl. It's was what Suku would want.

It had taken hours of literal begging to get Aizawa to agree to let him go out. Him and begging were not supposed to be in the same sentence! Jesus, the man didn't even know Dabi was his mystery patient, nor did his teacher know that Kitsune had been made! Still the man fought him on going out, stating his horrid luck was reason enough.

He eventually relented when Katsuki made him check the tracker, it was fully operational and on him. With a solid way of knowing where he was at all times he was told to be back by midnight.

Opening his phone, he glanced at his messages. Making a point to check in with Walking-dead and Shitty-hair. One because he had to, the other because he wanted to, and he secretly enjoyed the mushy little things the other boy had taken to sending him. They had kissed, it was great but neither of them had known where to go from there. They weren't dating, but Katsuki was hoping to remedy that after finals.

Clicking on the unused number that was labeled Blue-molotov. He sent a quick message.

(me) – Hey fuckface.

Eloquently put if he had to say so himself. Now he waited, the number could have been a burner phone, or he could just not answer. So many ways to not get what he wanted.

Kicking his feet over the city street that was far below him, Katsuki glanced around. It was getting colder, and rain clouds were starting to roll through. Sitting on a building in a storm didn't sound appealing but he, stayed, waiting patiently for the reply.

Ding. Surprise surprise, fucker was going to cooperate.

Blue-molotov – Who is this?

(me) – Guess Princess

Blue-molotov – Was kidnapping you not a big enough red flag?

(me) – Meh, not the worst thing that had happened to me

Whoops. Maybe the wrong thing to say because he was getting radio silence again.

(me) – So we both know I am way too stubborn to let this go so you might as well talk to me

(me) – Could probably find you within the hour if I really pulled some strings, Kitsune has connections

Blue-molotov – I could tell the League who you are … what then?

(me) – Then I either get outted to the public, or the info is sold to Shie Hassaikai. I am aware of the risks, but you wouldn't do that

Blue-Molotov – You don't know me

(me) – I know enough. Meet me

Blue-molotov – the fuck? No.

(me) – It's gonna rain, I'm getting cold, meet me.

Blue-molotov – Sure, and while I am at it I will bring the rope to drag your ass back to the people that tried to steal you

(me) – Fuck off, you won't. There is a little noddle shop. Private booths. You don't even see the servers faces. 20mins.

- Address sent –

Blue-molotov – No.

Katsuki got up and stretched his arms towards the sky, feeling a satisfying little pop of his shoulder joints. Without using his quirk, he didn't want to draw attention, he started down, then across the lower roofs towards his destination.

The place was warm and smelt good. Katsuki tucked his feet underneath him as he sat at the table, before pulling the curtain closed behind him. Essentially it was a little room, with enough space for two people to sit comfortably side by side at a small wooden table. In the wall just above the table was a sliding panel that the servers would hand them electronic menus they selected their meal from, then brought the food and served it through the small window as well. No body spoke to you, no small talk. And all the privacy a wanted high ranking villain could want. If the fucker showed up.

Katsuki didn't bother looking at his phone again. But he did order enough food for two, maybe even three people. Carefully he removed his Kitsune mask and set it on the table to his left.

Thirty five minutes it took for Dabi to walk into the café after getting the text message. Katsuki gave no reaction as the man sat, closed the curtain and pulled down his hood.

"You are fucking crazy Kitty. This could have been so dangerous!"

Katsuki shrugged.

"I needed information, you have it. The one thing I fucking am is contrary." Katsuki hummed. The man proved to have perfect timing because the panel opened and the table was filled with rice, curry and dumplings.

"Hungry were you?" Dabi actually smirked. Katsuki glanced over.

"Yeah well, I wasn't gonna wait to order. I didn't know how long your slow ass was gonna be! Here." He pushed a plate towards the fucker. If he was being honest Katsuki was a bit nervous to be sitting side by side with the fucking league member, but for some reason he couldn't get those days he looked after him out of his head. That seemed like the more genuine interactions, not when they were both working as hero and villain respectively. Maybe Aizawa and Kenichi felt this way when they were together.

Katsuki's chopsticks paused when Dabi reached across the table and picked up his Kitsune mask. The man held with great care, running a thumb over the painted face.

"You are a confusing guy Kitty Kat,"

"Upgrading to Kitty Kat now am I?" Katsuki snorted as he took a bite of his dumpling.

"Kitsune Katsuki. Kitty Kat. It fucking fits!"

Katsuki hummed again but didn't disagree. Dabi set the mask back down, and when the teen elbowed a plate of food towards him he relented and served himself something to eat.

"You seem to be handling getting kidnapped and more or less tortured fairly well." Dabi commented lightly as if he were talking about the weather.

"Did you look at those fucking pictures before plastering all over the media?" Katsuki commented raising an eyebrow. "Not my first time I'm afraid. And your crusty boss had nothing on the Hag."

"Maybe he should have tried recruiting her instead." He grinned.

"She would have fucking usurped the entire organization." Katsuki deadpanned, finding it a relief they could just slip back into their sarcastic banter.

Katsuki flinched slightly when a large hand slid over the back of his neck into his hair.

"Can't believe I kissed a hero-in-training, what is wrong with me?"

"Impeccable taste obviously. At least I am over the age of consent, you'll still be allowed on the play grounds."

He frowned at that and gave Katsuki's hair a sharp tug. The teen screwed up his nose at the treatment.

"Except Japan's age of consent is ridiculously low so that's not exactly making me feel any better."

Chuckling softly, Katsuki reacted faster then Dabi could follow. The man's arm was twisted into a painful wrist lock with a small but sharp dagger poking into his lower ribs.

"Age doesn't mean much on the street, I've seen much younger doing much worse. Besides, had you offended me that much I would have blown your fucking ass up. It is slightly disturbing though that you are beating yourself up over kissing me but not batting an eye at the actual kidnapping."

Katsuki released him, the knife disappearing to where ever he kept it hidden.

"Yeah well, those were orders." The fire user still seemed conflicted, half leaning in, half looking like he wanted to run. "You are right though I have done worse myself. Fine, you have convinced me to stay, thought I am going to ask you to refrain from kissing me again until your sixteenth birthday."

"Why would that make any fucking difference?" Not that he was planning on kissing him again anyway, but the audacity to think the villain that was no more than five years older then him could stipulate anything in his life.

"Then I can at least feel better that you are age of consent by most the worlds standards. Plus by then I might be able to convince you of another career choice."

Katsuki snorted and took another bite of food.

"What ever makes you feel better Extra-Crispy. You're gonna be shit out of luck though, because I will be a hero, and I will probably have a pretty new boyfriend by then and won't need your charity kisses."

His breath hitched as an arm slid over his shoulders, and Dabi leaned in close enough his lips were brushing his ear when he spoke.

"Well Kitty Kat, I would be shit out of luck then wouldn't I? I won't kiss you but I promise you will at least remember me until then. When is your birthday? April something right?"

"April twentieth." Why the fuck did he answer that?

Fucking hell. The man was hot in both meanings of the word and Katsuki, briefly, forgot why he was there, too intent on the too close face and fingers tracing designs on his neck. He wanted Kirishima but the physical desire for this fucker was hard to ignore.

Dabi seemed to register that he was having the desired effect because he flashed a bit a teeth with his next smirk.

"So, you wanted more information was it?"

Katsuki pointedly went back to his meal, ignoring the man's casual touches, before answering.

"Shie Hassaikai."

"Huh, I thought your were gonna try and weasel information on the league out of me, your own personal spy."

Katsuki huffed and shoved the hand away, about five minutes to late, but better late then never.

"I don't 'weasel' anything." Katsuki sneered. "As for the League, on my fucking shit list, but I have more important things to do, the hero's can deal with your shit."

"Like those blowhards could. The only reason you were even rescued was because of the Yakuza that seems to be keen on your welfare. Hero's don't give a shit."

"My friend, Suku, an old healer that looked after the people on the street, had a policy, he said 'I do not discriminate, I will heal a mob boss, a thief or a Hero, right along side a beggar and a child.'" Katsuki said slowly, eyes a little unfocused as he remembered. With a sad sigh he lowered his eyes, "Through him I help save one of Kenichi's men, Yakuza, and Eraserhead, pro-hero. Now they are both looking after me. If Kenichi hadn't come Eraser would have." He looked up at Dabi, face set. "Chisaki Kai killed Suku. Executed in the street right in front of my eyes. So again, fuck the League, more important things to deal with."

"That was during those street riots." It wasn't a question. Katsuki huffed and folded his arms, eyes again a little unfocused, burning buildings, smoke, blood splattered streets.

He gave a jolt when he realized there were fingers snapping in front of his face.

"Still with me Kitty Kat?"

"Fuck off, I'm fine."

Like most the people in his life Dabi didn't look like he believed him for one second.

"Alright. Fine. What information are you looking for? And what's in it for me?" He asked, leaning back to study Katsuki's still form.

"I want everything you know on the child, name, age, description. Everything. Bird-beak had been running around some of the same fucking crowds as the league, so any other sources you could point me towards would be useful."

"And for me?"

At that Katsuki scowled, his thick finger tapping on the table, eyes scrutinizing the man.

"Free health care, for you and anyone else you want to bring to Kitsune. I know nothing is black and white, but I won't dip my toes in street politics while I am doing my job. Bakugou Katsuki may be a hero-in-training, but Kitsune is a healer."

It was really the only thing Katsuki could offer but Dabi shook his head.

"The others have a doctor, I don't trust him but they seem too." He leaned forward. "I am asking for a different payment. I need inside information myself."

Moral fucking grey area there.

"Information on what? I won't agree to something unless I know what it is."

"I need all the police records and medical files from the Todoroki family. On all the siblings, and the mother, doubt they would have any of Enji's files. Those are probably classified with the Commission. "

Katsuki's lips pressed tight.

"Half'n'half is my classmate, I would die before selling him out." It took a Dabi a moment to put a face to the nick name.

"I'm not interest in him per say, more on what you can dig up on Endeavour and the relationship between him and the rest of the Todoroki's. I want official documents, proof."

Katsuki mulled it over, selling out the number two hero would be wrong, no grey there just straight up wrong. Or would be had Todoroki Shoto not already said to Katsuki that they may share a little more in common then the others classmates in reference to his mother's treatment of him. The Dumpster-fire being abusive wasn't a far stretch, and Katsuki had cleaned up more then one scene of destroyed lives left behind by the man.

"Can't the league do that?"

"I don't want to involve them. It's personal."

Katsuki gave a slow nod.

"Alright. I may know the right person for that job." He admitted. "But I will sensor any information that would be dangerous to anyone else involved. I will not be the reason an innocent gets in the middle of whatever beef you have with the Flaming-shit-pile."

Dabi held out a hand.

"Deal?" He asked.

"Deal."

It wasn't much later that Katsuki walked into the little apartment he stayed at with Aizawa.

The man was sitting at the kitchen table, a stack of quizzes beside him ready to be graded, a steaming coffee mug in his hand.

"You're early." The man murmured as he read through one of the pages. Katsuki pulled up beside him and watched as the red pen marked some points.

"Quiet night." Katsuki admitted. Once the man wrote out a fifty four on top of the page he moved on to the next. Katsuki furrowed his brow and pulled the paper closer reading over it. He snatched up one of the spare red pens, wrote over Aizawa's X's and changed the mark to a seventy two.

Aizawa watched him do it, said nothing for a moment, but by the twitch of his brow Katsuki plunged into an explanation before he could be scolded.

"That's Kaminari's paper, I know his explanations are a little choppy, and he doesn't have some of the facts written there but he has ADHD and he finds it hard to stay on subject long enough to write it all out. If you asked him these same questions he would talk your fucking ear off and give you all this information in thirty seconds."

"How do you know that?" Aizawa asked, eyes narrowing. Katsuki rolled his.

"I've been tutoring fucking Ei for weeks now and he asked if Dunce-face could join. Two minutes trying to teach that fucker something and I realized something was wrong so I asked. He is pretty self conscious about it, thinks he is stupid, I mean yeah he is an idiot but he isn't dumb."

"Huh."

That was all the man said. Katsuki, out of curiosity, rooted through the rest of the papers … changing the scores as he went. Again the man never stopped him, but waited for an explanation each time. Finally he pulled his, read the one hundred percent and snorting. He crossed it out and put a ninety seven. This one made Aizawa smirk.

"Fucking generous on that last one, I never even gave you any evidence to back up my statement, more or less just demanded you believe it to be the correct answer."

"You left Midoriya's hundred." He pointed out.

"Well yeah, all that fucker does is analyze. You want proof he would give you three notebooks filled up with reasoning."

"And you would just tell me to take it or leave it as truth?"

"Damn straight. I don't have fucking time to try and convince people I am always right, they'll figure it out eventually on their own."

Katsuki waited for the man to tuck the papers away in his bag before speaking up again.

"So, the girl's name is Eri, and apparently she is the granddaughter of the leader of Shie Hassaikai. Well, the old leader I guess he is in a medical coma now. Overhaul AKA Chisaki Kai was left in charge and she became his ward. Still don't know her quirk but I do have this."

Katsuki pulled out a single blurry image taken off of a security camera. Overhaul was easy to pick out with his plague mask and short chopped brown hair. The other two men were turned away enough that they couldn't make their faces, but one of them was holding a child. She was small, with long white hair. The quality of the image didn't let them discern much else.

Aizawa tapped the photo.

"Thought you said it was a quiet night?"

"It was, just got to sit down and have some curry with my burn patient." Really, what kind of fucking conundrum was that!?

*next chapter*

Over the next few weeks Katsuki didn't have much time to think about anything else except end of term exams.

After several days of Class 1-A breaking down, picking themselves up, and breaking down again Katsuki was ready to Howitzer the lot of them. Had the lazy bastards, a few not included in that assessment, started revising before the week of exams they would have saved themselves the fucking headache and stress!

Finally it came down to the last Exam, the practical for Heroics and Aizawa looked pleased with himself. Once everyone had gathered around Katsuki found out why.

"For this exam you will be paired to a partner of my choosing then you will be pitted against a villain that I think will test your limits, and make you work around your weaknesses. The villains will be played by the teachers of UA. Let's begin!"

Katsuki stood there, arms crossed, glaring down at the nerd. To his credit the Broccoli-headed bastard didn't even flinch, he met his glare calming and stared right back.

Allmight had been pointedly avoiding Katsuki ever since the kidnapping incident. The man wasn't trying to be a dick, at least Katsuki didn't think he was, but he would always find another student he needed to talk too, or somewhere else he needed to be when the teen got close.

To top it all off he had been spending even more one on one time with Midoriya in blatant favouritism. Katsuki wondered what he had to do to get Aizawa to treat him better than the rest of those extras? Fucker couldn't even look the other way when he bitch slapped Mineta the other day, three days detention seemed a bit harsh,

"So, let's go over this plan again," Katsuki said slowly. "You, want me, Bakugou fucking Katsuki, to run away from a fucking fight. So that you can distract the number one hero just long enough to us to … pass."

"Win, Kacchan, not just pass." As if using that word was magically going to get him to swallow this fucking pill!

"No Deku, running through the pussy-ass-gate-of-shame is not a win. It is barely a pass. And I would rather let Allmight crush my skull in his hand, that do that."

That actually looked like it might have hurt the nerd to hear, but even in his moment of doubt, he got that fucking look back and pressed the issue.

"If we don't get through that gate we will fail. UA has been our dream since we were little and you don't think that you can swallow just a little bit of that fucking pride to get the pass mark?"

"Or we can fight, and beat the old bastard at his own game and then we get to pass and fucking win Deku!"

"We can't beat him." It was stated as fact. The green-bean fuck-face actually thought Allmight was untouchable.

Katsuki grabbed the front of Midoriya's jumper and pulled him so close their noses were actually touching. His next words were hushed but full of venom.

"If you are gonna fucking give up before we even try you can fuck off because I will do it myself! He might be number one but he is still human." Shoving the nerd back, he started off towards the starting gate. "Run if you want to. But if I am gonna be number one, I need to beat the number one!"

Despite his confident words Katsuki felt anything but. There was no way he could go toe to toe with that man and win, he was gonna have to come up with plan, and incorporate hit and run tactics.

As his brain rolled through the possibilities Deku came up beside him. Katsuki glanced over to see the nerd looking apprehensive, but at least his hands had stopped shaking.

"Ok Kacchan! I'm with you!"

Katsuki held out his fist, without looking at the nerd. He still heard the happy squeak as Broccoli-head returned the fist bump.

The bell to signal their run sounded.

Katsuki stepped forward. This was gonna be awesome and suck all at the same time!

The two nodded and slipped off in separate directions. Katsuki being sneaky was still something most people weren't used too so they hoped Allmight wasn't going to expect dirty tactics.

It felt odd slipping through the mock city streets without his gauntlets on but they had decided that Deku was gonna need them more. One was on Midoriya's right arm, the other was being carted off to make a trap.

Allmight was not fucking around apparently, what ever strike he used, blew a destructive path right up the middle of the city.

"Fucking hell." Katsuki muttered. Slipping through the back alleys he moved forward. To his left he finally saw the hero standing there, his eyes scanning the buildings. Moving forward again he scaled one the other building behind the man, staying in his blind spot he edged forward and took careful aim. "Ap shot." He muttered to himself as he let lose a concentrated blast.

In the time the blast left his palm, until the explosions slammed into the pavement where Allmight had been standing. The massive man had moved so fast that for a moment Katsuki lost track of him. Honed instincts alone had the teen dodging to the right, as a fist took out part of the building.

"I hope you are treating this like a real fight young Bakugou, because right now I am not your teacher, I am a villain!"

"In that case!" Katsuki leapt backwards, off the side of the building, turning midair to send an explosion right at Allmight's face. Of course he dodged but it made him blink and that was enough for Katsuki to use his blasts to slow his fall and change directions quickly.

As soon as his boots hit the ground he took off. It was in the direction of the exit gate, even though he had no thoughts of retreat. He just needed to get the man into position, and if their exit was closer then it was before well, it was already to be prepared for when shit went down.

Without his explosions he wasn't as fast as he could be, but he hoped that meant he was harder to track.

Apparently not, a flicker out of the corner of his eyes had him sprawling out onto the pavement. The hard surface cutting into his cheek and chin, but the fist the size of his head was embedded in the building above his form, so he would take that as a win.

He didn't scramble away fast enough though because Allmight's foot cracked into his side with staggering force. His body flew through the air without any aid of his blasts, hitting into some debris before rolling to a stop.

"Fucking hell," Katsuki breathed out in pain, ribs no doubt broken.

"Where is you partner young Bakugou? Hoping to run away?" He asked as he stalked closer. Katsuki forced himself to move, throwing off some decent sized explosions as he ran. The man did not look fazed, instead he surged forward, his hand grabbing Katsuki by the face, lifting him off the ground. "You can't defeat me."

Fuck fuck fuckfuckfuckfuck! He hoped Deku was fucking ready!

His hands heated to boiling points, burning through Allmight's costume on his arm, while kicking out with both feet to try and get free.

"Fuck you old man!" He sneered before sinking in his teeth along with everything else. Allmight looked alarmed at his feral behaviour, but it was enough to keep his attention because he did not see Deku leap out, gauntlet raised.

Fighting dirty was just another way of saying fighting smart. One on one was not going to work, but Katsuki knew that Allmight had favoured his side when fighting the Nomu in the USJ and even when he was training with them he kept the right side tilted away. Deku had begrudgingly confirmed.

So when the gauntlet exploded into his right side, shooting Deku back towards a building, Allmight actually grunted and dropped him. Katsuki took full advantage by lifting both palms and hitting him with the biggest explosion he could muster.

Using the smoke as a cover Katsuki bolted, his ribs throbbed endlessly but he didn't care. Before he had time to even breath properly Allmight was moving again. This time he slammed into Midoriya, one hand wrapped around the boys neck, the other around the gauntlet smashing it to pieces.

Katuki's eyes went wide as the smaller boy was lunched into him with enough force he lost his breath before crumpling into a pile.

"Move Deku!" Hr growled, grabbing the disoriented boy and pulled him to his feet. Deku looked dazed but he followed the order. Seeing Allmight coming in Katsuki shoved Deku one way as he jumped back Allmight turned to pursue him.

"Full cowling!" He heard before Deku finally landed a hit. Didn't look like the nerd held back either. Both of them disappeared into the city maze. Alright, so far things were not going so well, Katsuki could admit that. The bastard took a full blast of his gauntlet to his weakest spot and he brushed it off. Short of pulling a page out of Kenichi's book and shooting the number one hero, he didn't know what else to do.

Deku found him a few seconds later at their designated spot.

"The other gauntlet is set up, but I am not sure how much time it will get us." Deku admitted.

"You're right. Fuck. I knew he was good, we've been watching him since we were kids, but fucking hell!" He was disappointed, he really was. Deku gave him a weird look.

"Are … are you giving up Kacchan?" He demanded. "We can still win! Getting through the gate is still a damn win!"

Katsuki smirked.

"I'm telling your mom you cursed!" Katsuki snickered as the other teen turned bright red.

"Kacchan! Stop!" He pouted.

"Alright. Gate it is. We will still lead him through the trap. We are gonna need every second to get there."

"Stealth to start?"

"Yeah … let's go."

The two crept forward, taking their time as much as they could knowing their clock was running out. They got to the edge of the clearing before the gate. Allmight was no where in sight. Katsuki locked eyes with the emerald ones beside him. They both gave a nod.

Using their quirks to their full potential they took off towards the gate. Allmight seemingly appeared in between them.

"Good effort boys. But you're done!"

Suddenly both boys shot upwards. Midoriya leaping, Katsuki blasting. When Deku reached the height of his leap, Katsuki took his hand and and took him even higher.

Below them ALlmight skidded to a halt, his foot hitting something metal. Glancing down he could see the shine of the metal pin.

"Now Kacchan!" Deku yelled.

Build into the glove of his uniform was a single electronic button. Katsuki pulled the safety off and slammed his thumb into it. The two hung in the air for a split second before they started to fall.

Allmight let out a surprised gasp when the buried gauntlet went off remotely, blowing up under his feet and sending him back a dozen feet.

Still holding Deku's hand Katsuki started a variation of his howitzer, spinning, faster and faster as they plummeted, taking Deku for the right. At the right moment he released. Deku flew forward, green energy sparking off him, both feet extended.

Katsuki landed hard on his left hip to the sight of Deku drop kicking Allmight in the chest with enough force the number one hero grunted, and fell back to his ass. Deku sprung off him, already heading for the gate. Katsuki pulled himself up and started after him.

Being several feet behind Katsuki saw in shock, Allmight leap to his feet and at scary speed close in on Deku's back. Putting every bit of power into his hands Katsuki took chase, at the last second he balled himself up like a cannonball and took out the big man's legs. They fell in a twisted heap.

Deku was through the gate, he turned with a smile just as Katsuki wrecked.

Fighting back a wave of nausea from the broken ribs, newly broken collar bone, and nose. Fucker weighed close to a tonne! Katsuki turned and slapped the capture tape around Allmight's hands. A sloppy job, but fuck it the man was dazed, not having expected Katsuki to sacrifice his body.

"Kacchan!" Deku yelled as he ran back out to meet him. "On my …" He faltered when Katsuki fell onto his back and closed his eyes. "Are you ok?!"

"Yes!" Katsuki held up a thumbs up with the widest grin he ever remembered having. Destroyed, but so fucking happy.

Allmight got up with a smirk of his own.

"Well done Midoriya, and you young Bakugou! Your team work was extraordinary! The teachers were concerned you would not work well with other's but this just proves you can!"

Katsuki was laying in the infirmary bed, tapping away on his phone. Still grinning like a fool. They had won. The feeling was intoxicating.

"Hey!"

Katsuki looked up and grinned even wider. Kirishima poked his head into the room.

"I know recovery girl told us to get out but I had Kami distract her!" Kirishima admitted with a soft huff of a laugh. "I just wanted to congratulate you again, without everyone in here.

Katsuki was going to have to stay the night since his healing was extensive, so his idiot squad were sent out once visiting hours were done.

"Yeah? A lot of effort just to say that." Katsuki admitted. He barely finished the sentence when Kiri closed the distance and pressed his lips tight against Katsuki's.

The explosive teen froze for a second but then gave a growl of approval. He reached up, clasping the back of Kiri's neck pulling him in and intensifying the kiss, even getting bold enough to nibble the other boys lip. Kiri hummed and leaned over Katsuki, pushing him back on the pillows, tongue licking across his lips. Katsuki parted them for him and revealed in the earthy taste of Red Riot.

"Fucking hell!" Seemed to be the phrase of the day but Katsuki couldn't think of anything else to say as they finally pulled apart. Kiri smiled so bright it was blinding.

"See you tomorrow Kats!" He said, gave a wave and disappeared back out the door, but not before he peeked to make sure Recovery girl wasn't waiting for him.

It was just after one in the morning when Katsuki was woken up from the best sleep he had ever had. Glancing at the screen he didn't know the number. Brows furrowed he answered.

"Who the fuck is this?" He demanded.

"Kitsune, Kit … help please!" Came the whispered answer.

He knew that voice.

"Goji? What the hell man, what's wrong?" He was pulling himself out of his bed before he even got an answer.

"There are people in my house," he whimpered, "They … they're smashing all my computers."

"Ok, ok man! Stay hidden! I'm coming, stay quiet Goji."

There was cursing on the other line, a few bangs, then the line went dead.

Katsuki didn't even think. He leapt out of bed, pulled on his clothes quickly and ran. There were no buses that late at night so Katsuki didn't stop. He was out of the UA campus and onto the streets in moments.

There was one stop he made, just to grab his mask and bag. Just because he didn't know what he was walking into and he needed to make sure he had the supplies to help if he could. He continued to run, legs pumping despite his exhaustion. Pulling on his Kitsune mask as he went.

No other thoughts drove him except that he had to get there.

Down the painted alley, he barely registered the gang markings scrawled over top of the murals. The door was kicked in, hanging off one hinge.

"Oh no, no," Katsuki's heart hammered in his chest. "Goji!?" He breathed loudly. "Goji?"

The place was destroyed. Monitors were shattered over the floor, walls had massive holes in them, furniture torn open. Even the fridge had been tipped out onto its front.

Katsuki picked his way through the apartment, eye's scanning everything in the flickering lights.

It was the bedroom that made him stop. Blood painted the floor and walls. There on the other side of the bed was a broken form.

"Goji?" He walked towards him, the chest rose with a shudder. "Goji!" Katsuki kneeled beside the man, he pulled his bag off and grabbed a fist full of dressings to hold against the gaping hole in the mans stomach. Blood flecked his lips as Goji tried to speak. "Just stay still, ok man? I'm here. I'm here."

Eyes focused on him, and his lips moved again.

"I … rry … th—they figur …. they wanted t-to know who …" He coughed, more blood oozed from his mouth. Katsuki had seen enough injures to know, Goji was not going to make it. "They asked who wanted … the info … Shie … I'm s-sorry … they …"

Katsuki reached up and pulled the mask off so Goji could see his full face, he smiled down at him.

"It's ok Goji. So what if those fuckers know it was for me? I'll make them sorry they ever came here."

Goji smiled at him, reaching to touch his cheek.

"I … no regrets … felt like a hero, help-helping you."

Katsuki held back a sob as Goji's eyes dulled and his hand fell back down. Carefully, he took both of the still warm hands and pressed them onto the man's chest before he leaned over to rest his forehead on top, sobs shaking his whole body.

It took a little bit before he could move. His tears had dried and his body numbed to everything but the blinding anger. From his pocket, he pulled the black tracker and laid it next to Goji's head. Aizawa would find him and make sure his body was cared for properly.

He had somewhere else to be.

*next chapter*

Pulling on his Kitsune mask Katsuki turned and walked out of the house. He didn't need to go far, in his haste to get there he was not very careful of his movements, nor did he pay attention if he was being followed.

The group of men that crowded into the entrance of the alley stood there smirking, a few weapons swinging lazily around. Katsuki paused. Eight men, four more on the roofs. How many of these assholes had been in the house? Which one did that to the harmless, recluse that lived there?

Words seemed pointless, if they were gonna villain monolog then they could do it from the grave.

The close quarters meant no big explosions, but Katsuki didn't need them. First problem to get rid of was the ranged attackers on the roof. Scaling the wall took less then two seconds. Katsuki launched into the first woman, breaking her wrist and driving her into the roof with his boot to the back of her neck, switching directions he dropped her and jumped onto the mutated fucker.

Any damage he took, he did not register. With a savage snarl he beat that man into unconsciousness with fists and elbows. Two projectiles came at him, but he spun off the falling man then dove over the gap between the roofs. Two more men went down in a berserker fury, from the roof he started to blast his own long distant shots.

The rest scattered, and Katsuki was fine with that, he started to hunt. Catching one unlucky fucker a he ran and drove him face first into a brick wall. Another took a feet first dive into a open sewer.

Katsuki flinched when a bullet tore through the fleshy part of his thigh.

"Come on little Kitsune, your friend didn't put up much of a fight, we are itching for a real go!" In front of him were two of the men, standing in a small town square. One was large and muscular with a clean shaven head, the other was skinny and for some fucking reason was wearing a hemp sac over his head with the eyes cut out.

Throwing the shooter over the side of the building, into a dumpster Katsuki jumped down and moved farther out into the clearing.

"We are suppose to bring you in but I think the boss will understand if you need to be taught a lesson first!" The big man sneered.

"Can I eat him?" The skinny one cocked his head to the side like a weirdo. Mouth opening impossibly wide. The big man chuckled.

"I don't see why you couldn't take a few bites. Just keep him alive." Baldy sneered, just as his quirk activated. Crystals growing out of his arms and head.

It didn't fucking matter. Katsuki drove forward, hitting the skinny-fucker with a punch and explosion at the same time. A hardened, crystallized fist smashed into his recently healed ribs, Katsuki grunted and stumbled back a step. Kirishima hit harder then that but since he was just healed yesterday he was running on empty.

In his current mental state though, none of that even occurred to him, after taking the hit he moved right back in. There was a little more room here so Katsuki slammed the palm of his hand into the mans chest and exploded. Bling-bling fell back with a groan, the force of the explosion shattering a few of the crystals.

Pain burst through his shoulder, as Chomp sunk his teeth in, trying to remove the whole chunk of flesh. Katsuki pressed his elbow into the man's eyes and tried to push him off, succeeding in having more skin torn way.

"Fuck!" He growled out. He finally got him off but the man came right back, Katsuki cried out when teeth sunk in around his forearm, his hand almost down the mans throat. "Die!" He ignited inside the gross fucker.

The man fell back, eyes wide, mouth spewing smoke. Maybe he would die, but Katsuki doubted it, the man's quirk had to do with eating things so the odds of his stomach being extra tough were good. Not that he fucking cared.

Arms wrapped around his torso and started to squeeze. More crystals shot out of the man, skewering Katsuki's arms and chest, deep enough to cause several bleeding lacerations but careful enough not to kill him.

The wound in Goji's stomach suddenly made sense. Katsuki saw red. His entire body heated up, With a throat ripping, roar he ignited everything! His entire body went off. His skin burnt, and the crystals shattered sending the Yakuza thug tumbling away in a limp mess.

The Kitsune mask smoked as it too tumbled away. Seeing it smoulder caused Katsuki's breath to hitch. Memories and all the emotions came back tenfold. A sob wracked his body as he fell to his knees and pressed his forehead into the concrete.

As the noise and fighting died down, the streets residences started to peek out. The young drug dealer that sent him to Dabi the first time, slipped out of an alley, glanced around to make sure no more thugs were coming. Gently he picked up the mask and patted out the embers. His eyes darted to Katsuki but the teen didn't move, broken sobs still coming.

"Here." The young man urged, holding out the mask. Still, he got no response. A couple of the nearby homeless shuffled forward as well.

"Kitsune, your mask, please? Before any more of those monsters show up." The woman said. She cradled him against her, picking his head up just enough to for the young man to slip the mask on, but none of them looking at his face. Anyone that saw the fight would have seen his quirk and that could be used to find him, but the streets were good for keeping quiet.

"Come on Kitsune, Suku wouldn't want to see you out here like this." The older man commented with a degree of compassion. The name brought a degree of recognition.

"Goji …" Katsuki choked out, voice raspy.

"That computer dork?" The young man asked, only to receive a loud gasp as Katsuki tried to curl in on himself. "Oh. Do, do you want someone to call the police?" He asked hesitantly, realizing what it all meant.

"Eraserhead should be coming," Katsuki explained, suddenly very tired. Everything was too much, he needed to rest.

"Pez. Go make sure Eraser shows up, and send him our way. We will hide Kitsune till he gets here, poor thing is gonna pass out." The old woman instructed. Between her and the man they got Katsuki to move. They sheltered him in the alley with a puffy black coat and a few well placed cardboard boxes.

Eraserhead soon arrived, being led by Pez, the young drug dealer. The old woman shuffled forward, pointing to the two passed out Yakuza.

"I just want to make it clear these men were to blame for this whole mess." She said, rather harshly.

"I was already at the house. I see what these men are guilty of. I just want to get Kitsune out of here before the rest of the Hero's arrive to clean up this mess." Eraserhead glanced at Pez. "I suggest you take the night off, and maybe tell some of the workers that as well."

Pez gave a nod and scampered away.

"Poor thing can't catch a break." The old man mumbled. "He just wants to help and those horrible men just see him as a pest. With him people have hope, not so easily swayed, or stepped on. Without people like him, we are all just shadows ripe for the picking, to be used or killed as monsters see fit. Leaving no one to notice our disappearances."

Katsuki looked small huddled there, burns and wounds covering his body, his mask singed.

"He is a good kid." Eraser offered as he lifted Katsuki into his arms with some aid from his capture weapon.

"You are looking after him?" The old man asked, a hand pushing his blonde hair under his hood.

Eraser didn't say anything but the two elders got the idea, nodding with approval.

Katsuki woke up in a familiar bed. He didn't think he could move, but he was aware that his pillow had a heart beat. Cradled against Aizawa's chest, laying in his bed at the man's apartment the teen managed to lift his head enough to see that Mic was asleep in a chair beside the bed as well. Safe. Probably gonna be some problems later. But for right then, there was nothing to worry about. He moved tighter against Aizawa, the mans arm giving him a reassuring squeeze.

He fell back asleep.

When he woke up the next time, he had gained a IV bag and new bandages and another guest. Kenichi was looking better, fully healed from his fight with All for one. He glanced up from his phone.

"Well good morning my little Gremlin. How are you feeling?"

"Like my heart was pulled out, curb stomped then fucking stabbed."

Kenichi faltered. He was used to sarcastic banter, not legitimately traumatized teenage angst.

"Ooo, ok …"

"You don't need to try and cheer me up. A friend was murdered because of me. It's not gonna feel better any time soon."

Kenichi sighed, leaned forward and pulled Katsuki into a hug. The teen didn't even protest.

"No, you are right. Some of us get a bit desensitized to death, and dark humour is a go to. But, even if it seems insensitive most of us do know how you feel. If you need anything, just ask."

Katsuki nodded into his chest, he went to pull away but the teens hands fisted into the front of his shirt.

"Aww, you need some love?"

The wording made Katsuki cringe. But Aizawa showed up in time to smack the Yakuza boss up the back of the head before setting down a steaming bowl of Miso soup.

"Just hug him and keep your mouth shut. He doesn't need to hear your voice."

"Ouch. I mean, I get it, but my company is best appreciated in surround sound!" Kenichi sulked. Katsuki had heard enough, he put a hand on Kenichi's chest and shoved him off the edge of his bed, turned his back on the two of them.

"Nope." Aizawa sat beside Katsuki, urging him to sit up and take the bowl of soup. "You've been sleeping for two days you need food. Winter break has started so you can take all the time you need, but Quirk training camp is in three days, if you want to participate I need to see you make an effort to get better."

That was the last thing on his mind, but then maybe he did need something to keep his mind off it. Of course Aizawa knew him best, and anything to improve his quirk and to become a hero was going to be wanted. He huffed but still brought the spoon to his lips.

"Shouta, you are the teenager whisperer!" Kenichi breathed, running a hand up the man's thigh, which got promptly slapped.

"It is literally in my job description." He stated with a blank expression. Kenichi snickered.

"Can I invite the idiots over?" Katsuki asked suddenly, the spoon half way to his mouth. Aizawa and Kenichi stared at him. Aizawa because he knew who he meant and was having an existential crises at the thought of having the loudest group of his students in his apartment. Kenichi because he was blissfully unaware about what the fuck was going on.

"I …" Aizawa started.

Katsuki stared down into his soup.

"They make me feel better." He admitted. "And I didn't even get to enjoy my fucking win at the exams."

Aizawa groaned and rubbed a hand down his face.

"Fine! Fine. Tell them to be here this evening and you lot can take over the living room."

Katsuki managed a small nod.

"Thank you." He dipped into his soup again.

"Recovery girl is gonna be here in ten minutes. Then you can take a nap." Aizawa stood from the bed and took the now empty bowl, placing it on the tray he had brought.

Katsuki shot off a quick invite to his friends then sat there fidgeted in his spot, fingers twisting around his blanket. For the first thirteen years of his life he had survived with only a handful of hugs (mostly Deku) and no parental interactions at all that could be considered comforting. Then Suku introduced him to some little things, he wasn't overly affectionate, but he would ruffle his hair, and pat his shoulder, he cared but just didn't show it in a physical way. Slowly, Katsuki started to realized he actually like the physical comforts.

Kirishima and Mina had busted that realization right open. But right then Katsuki was feeling an emptiness that he didn't know how to fill, but he knew he wanted someone to just stay with him, and … cuddle? Hence why he asked the idiots to come over, but they weren't there yet. But, he was a teenaged boy, he shouldn't need such stupid things, right?

Kenichi and Aizawa were looking at him. It was too much to ask, he already felt emotionally drained. Gripping the blanket tighter in his hand he laid back and looked away.

Who would have thought Aizawa would be the more emotionally in-tune one? He pushed the tray into Kenichi's hands.

"Take that to the kitchen." He commanded, "You, come with me."

Katsuki let the man help him stand, his legs were a bit wobbly and he hurt all over but he could move.

In the living room he was surprised to see Mic hadn't left, in fact the man was sitting on the sofa flipping through his phone.

"Well, good morning little listener," The Cockatoo looked funny with his hair pulled back in a ponytail, and in casual clothes. Katsuki hesitated.

"The kid needs something Mic. And until his friends arrive the three of us are going to give him what ever he wants."

"Oh? What does …" Mic paused then his face turned to knowing. "Ah. The same thing you needed when we lost Oboro." The man hopped to his feet, suddenly his loud, enthusiastic self. "You, loud-mouth number two!" He pointed at Kenichi. "Make tea and grab snacks!"

"Why am I number two?" Kenichi demanded.

"Because I am and forever will be the number one loudmouth in Shouta's life!" Mic declared, getting a dirty look from the Yakuza boss. "Now Shouta, grab the weighted blanket that is in hall closet. I will set up movies!"

Katsuki found himself being led to the sofa, plopped right into the middle. He watched as the three grown men set up a movie date.

"Your friends will appreciate the work is already done when they get here." Mic smiled. "But until then … Kenichi here." He made the man sit to Katsuki's right. "Shouta." He was placed to his left, before Mic plopped down next to him, starting the ridiculous comedy he had chosen.

Katsuki sat there, stiff, and unsure for a long minute. It wasn't until Aizawa pulled him into a side hug, letting him rest his head on his shoulder that he began to relax. When some of the tension left the kids shoulders, Kenichi finally understood as well. His hand found it's way to the boys head, to gently stroke through his hair.

Over top of his head, he missed the glare Kenichi shot Mic's way, when the man draped his arms on the back of the sofa, behind Aizawa's neck. He even added insult to injury by sending the Yakuza a wink. (Had he of seen Katsuki would find it amusing to see Kenichi get jealous, but probably would have reassured him later that Mic and Aizawa were just best friends. As it was he missed it all.)

He was mostly asleep when a soft knock sounded on the door. Mic hopped up and retrieved Recovery girl. Katsuki didn't move as she came in.

"Aw honey," she sighed, patting his cheek. The kiss felt maternal as she leaned over him. The pain started to ease, with the exception of that burning hole back in his chest. Sleep found him quickly.

Waking up wrapped in Kenichi's arms was a little surreal, but somewhere behind them he could hear Mic and Aizawa talking to the self proclaimed Bakusquad.

"He really just needs you to be there for him, this is the second person he has lost that he had cared about. I know you all are close, but I know he is stubborn, so I am asking you be a little easy on him. He needs a lot of physical reassurance right now." Aizawa explained.

Katsuki flinched as his problems were spelled out. Kenichi felt it and hugged him tighter.

"Think of it this way Kats, now you don't have to tell them shit, and you are still gonna get what you need." Kenichi explained. And of course he was right, this took all the pressure off him to explain anything.

"He had to get another round of healing so he is tired, but you lot can feel free to make yourselves at home. Food and drinks are already in there. And there are more blankets and pillows in the hall closet."

Katsuki knew the grown men did not know what they just unleashed. Soon the whole living room was transformed into a huge cuddle-pile-nest. With the five teenagers all touching each other in some form, be it leaning against, a leg through over another, locked pinkies. Nothing was too sappy for this group. Mina even pulled out the face masks and nail polish, insisting on doing all the boys.

Katsuki excused himself for a moment to use the washroom. On his way back he found Aizawa and Kenichi (Mic having to go to work) in the kitchen watching with unbridled curiosity.

"They're idiots," Katsuki huffed, "But they make me fell more human, and not just some thing, never expected to feel or think anything besides violence."

"Good. Tomorrow, when you are feeling up to it, we are going to discuss what happened." Aizawa said, not unkind but firm. Katsuki nodded.

"I understand."

"You are not going to run off any where tonight, right?"

Kenichi raised an eyebrow at that. He didn't know the full story.

"No. I won't." He felt bad having disappointed the man. Before his mind could spiral with those negative thoughts though Aizawa placed a hand on his shoulder, making him look up.

"I am glad you are ok, and I am proud of you, even if you didn't think things completely through."

*next chapter*

His friends had just left at lunch the following day, and the winter quirk camp was just two more sleeps away so every one seemed pumped. Kiri had made a point to give him an extra tight hug before smiling that damn 100 watt smile before slipping out the door.

Kenichi had appeared again that morning, as did Mic, so the kitchen table seated all three men when Katsuki turned back around. He automatically tensed, this kind of situation would never have been good at any other time in his life. The talk was inevitable but having those three looking so stern was stress inducing even if he didn't think they would beat him. Hell, he didn't even know Mic that well so why was he involved?

"So," Aizawa started, setting his notebook carefully in the middle of the table, the other two men eyed it curiously. "We are going to lay everything out for everyone here, that way if something like this happens again there will be more support for you. I understand that finding your friend in that state was triggering, but you can't just run off and attack a Yakuza stronghold by yourself."

"That's not what fucking happened," Katsuki growled, his dulled emotions turning to annoyance. "I …Goji called me! He said someone was in his house, the line got cut off so I ran. I was too late. Yes something snapped, but I wasn't going to go storm the place! Those fuckers were waiting for me as soon as I walked out of his place, they must have been waiting."

Mic and Kenichi took turns flipping through the notebook.

"This is extensive." Mic said slowly.

"That's months of work," Katsuki sighed, "I started after they killed Suku, I wanted to kill them but I figured tearing down the fuckers whole organization would be more satisfying."

Kenichi raised an eyebrow.

"I could have sorted this." He said slowly, glancing at Aizawa and Mic quickly. Katsuki shook his head, casting the two hero's similar looks.

"They are already giving your businesses fucking trouble, I wanted to do it properly for Suku" His voice softened. "Then one of my sources told me there is a little girl. She is possibly the source of the drug they have been distributing, trigger. I … I wanted to make sure she was rescued too."

To that Kenichi nodded. Rescue missions were not a strong point of many Yakuza members, they tended to shoot first.

These fuckers really were making him soft. Hugs, talking shit out and now rescues. He used to be edgy and badass. Well, maybe more angsty and high strung but still, not this soft.

As the three men asked questions and moved through the book Katsuki became more resigned to the fact they were going to take the process over. He hated it.

"We can't let you continue rounds. This is the second time you have been attacked, and someone died." Aizawa said slowly. It fucking sucked, Katsuki understood, but it was still horrible to hear.

"Can I still go out as myself?" Katsuki demanded, his temper getting the better of him a bit. "Help recovery girl with the clinic, meet my friends?"

His eyes were locked on Aizawa, of the three he was the one that held the authority. Kenichi was the fun dad, Mic was obviously the loud uncle that was always around, Aizawa was the Father! The old man that held their little troop to a higher standard.

It didn't look like the man was too convinced with the argument, nor did he seem happy with Katsuki's tone.

"Fifteen years, I have handled this shit myself. I have never had to answer to any one, I did what I wanted. For fifteen years I stayed out of trouble for the most part, took care of myself, ate right, and now I am sitting here fucking begging to go outside without some one holding my hand." He snapped. They were looking out for him, he knew that, but he felt like he was being punished.

"Your mentor was murdered, your friend was murdered, you were attacked twice by thugs, and you were kidnapped." Aizawa listed off on his fingers. "That fact you are alive is a testament to your survival instincts Katsuki. But that doesn't mean you are going to make it out again if there is another attack."

Aizawa was right, but then, the most horrible image came to his mind. Not Katsuki getting caught by the next villain attack, but Aizawa, or Kenichi. Or Ei, what the hell would he do if Kirishima got caught in the middle of his bullshit? Seeing the redhead in the same position as Goji made his stomach suddenly turn violently.

Katsuki's eyes had gone unfocused and he took a step back.

All three men watched him with growing concern. Suddenly Katsuki bolted.

Kenichi and Mic froze while Aizawa went into the bathroom after him, holding his shaking shoulders as he threw up everything he ate that day. The images kept coming as he sat there. All of class 1-A. All his teachers. The images got more and more gruesome as he thought about it, his brain wouldn't shut off.

A pathetic sob tore from his throat. How had he gotten into this mess? All these people pulled into this violent play just meant more people were gonna get hurt because of him.

Katsuki pushed Aizawa's hands off his shoulders.

"I'm gonna lay down." He muttered. Forcing himself to his feet.

It was a retreat. He was running away. Fuck these feelings, he was starting to miss the numb of yesterday. Snapping the door closed Katsuki curled into the bed, hands gipping his sides as he tried to pull himself together in more than just the physical sense.

Katsuki didn't speak to any one for the next two days. He got up, made breakfast, worked out, did some self study, made lunch for him and Aizawa, worked out more, made supper, then practiced his katas until he passed out.

On the morning of the day they were suppose to go to the quirk training camp, Katsuki threw together a bag of his essentials and met Aizawa in the living room. The man glanced up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"What?" Katsuki demanded, his voice a bit rougher than normal.

"I am not sure you are in any shape to be going to this training camp."

"You told me I had to look after my fucking self. I did that. I made sure to eat, I was in bed at a decent time. What else do you fucking want?" Cursing at Aizawa was never a good thing, the man scowled and he got that look that made Katsuki regret life decisions without saying a word. Fidgeting Katsuki refused to back up but wouldn't look at him either.

When a hand clasped on his shoulder he couldn't stop from flinching, waiting for a hit that he knew wasn't coming. Aizawa sighed and spoke in an even tone.

"I know you are hurting Katsuki. And maybe this camp will do you good, being around friends and keeping your mind busy, but I don't want you pushing yourself. Training until you literally pass out is just a different kind of self harm."

"Noted. Can we go now?" He glanced up once, just to judge what level of dad-mode he was dealing with. He rolled his eyes. Clearly def-con four! "Please?" He added, taking the snarky edge from his voice.

Aizawa folded his arms across his chest.

Katsuki matched his intense stare.

"Fine. I am extremely aware that I am not doing fucking ok, I know I have a tendency of taking it out on myself, but please let me fucking go? I will tell Kiri to haul my ass back to the campsite if I overdo it." He needed to see them, after the nightmares he needed to see all the damn idiots to make sure they were fine, texts were not the same, not that he had turned on his fucking phone since that phone call.

Finally the man relented. Picking up his own bag and nodding towards the door. Katsuki couldn't quite smile but he definitely breathed easier.

He regretted his decision almost immediately when he was bombarded by the noise on the bus. None of these fuckers knew the meaning of the word quiet. Still, they were all there, all in one piece.

Katsuki pushed his earbuds in and sat back in his chair. They assumed he was listening to music but really he just didn't want them to talk to him. Kirishima immediately took the seat beside him, although he was leaning into the aisle his leg kept brushing against Katsuki's. It was grounding.

The two buses of class 1-A and class 1-B arrived at the large log lodge late after lunch. They had barely stepped off the bus when they were told to get to work.

The first task was to get up an old woods trail that weaved up a nearby mountain, receive the camping pack that had their name on it, and get back to the lodge before the time was up.

Katsuki rolled his eyes as the idiots took off. He glanced at Aizawa and Vlad.

"Quirks allowed?" He asked, he was surprised none of the other fuckers had bothered to wonder that.

"This is private property owned by our hero hosts. So yes, quirks are allowed." Aizawa drawled, a slight smirk.

With a loud explosion, Katsuki propelled himself up the mountain without even looking down at the classes surprised faces. They seemed to get the idea after that because some others, with appropriate quirks, used them to their advantage as well.

Katsuki was back in record time. He set his beg down and glanced at his teachers again. They had said nothing about helping others so Katsuki took off again, finding his merry band of idiots easily. None of them, except Sero had a quirk that would help with this.

"Oi! Racoon-eyes!" He snapped. Mina turned, then gave a cheer when he kneeled, offering his back. They blasted up to the top, the flight was different with weight on his back but he figured it out quick enough. Once he got back down he dropped her off and went back. Kaminari was next. "Don't you fucking shock me Pikachu!" He snarled.

He left Kirishima for last because the boy was about the same size as him, and probably weighed more. He had no doubt they could do it though. Sero helped by adding some tape to their arrangement so Kiri wouldn't fall off.

The boys grip was tight, and Katsuki was pretty sure he did not like flying, but if it had his crush's face pressed into the side of his neck, strong arms around his chest, who was he to complain.

Todoroki made a large ice slide to help some of the others to get down quickly. Deku was doing the same as Katsuki, piggy backing a girl from 1-B, while pink-cheeks, floated above his shoulder holding on. Iida was carrying Yaoyorozu.

They made it back with plenty of time to spare. Kiri slumped off Katsuki's back, face looking a little green.

"You alright Shitty-hair?" Katsuki demanded. Kiri held up a finger for him to hold that thought, before turning and promptly losing his lunch.

And so the rest of the day went, they participated in several different scenarios that were designed to work different people's quirks, forcing them to cooperate.

Four days of nothing but physical quirk training had the lot looking exhausted and dishevelled by the time the slumped back on the bus the final day. The ride back was much more subdued and quiet.

Katsuki felt good, he had barely had time to think about the horrible events that led to his mental breakdown but even the tidbits that were sneaking through were becoming a bit more bearable.

Finally, he turned his phone back on. It was stress inducing since the last call he had received was Goji, but he knew he could avoid it forever.

Close to fifty messages popped up. Most were from the idiots he was sitting on the bus with. One line from an unknown number caught his attention. Carefully turning so Kiri wouldn't accidentally see the screen, Katsuki clicked it.

(unknown) – Kitsune

(unknown) – Kitsune I know this is your number

(unknown) – I know because this was the last number your little smokey friend dialled.

Katsuki's breath stopped working.

(unknown) – I see you haven't read any of these yet so I will give you the benefit of the doubt that you simply haven't been up to reading anything. You were a bit injured when they carried you off.

Suddenly the little dots popped up as a new message was being wrote.

(unknown) – Ahh, finally. There you are Kitsune!

(me) – Who is this!?

(unknown) – The one you've been looking for Kitsune. Or should I say Bakugou Katsuki? Really, you should have known better then to use your explosions on the street. I saw them the last time we met but regrettably I had not put the two together.

(me) – Chisaki.

(unknown) – Got me in one! Now that the introductions are done I am going to send you an address. You will meet me there, alone. Tell anyone and their will be consequences.

Katsuki didn't need to ask what the consequences were because moments later pictures started to appear on the screen. One of him and Midoriya walking in their school uniforms. One of him Kiri and Kami at the little café they studied at. An action shot of Aizawa soaring over a building on patrol. And one of Kenichi traveling with his normal security detail.

The phone vibrated and the address popped up.

Looking around the bus Katsuki had to swallow back bile. It was like his nightmares had come to life.

(unknown) – Do you understand Kitsune?

(me) – yes

It took a couple hours for them to get back to the city. Katsuki let the idiots hug him as they went off with their parents. Leaving Katsuki standing there with Aizawa.

"I have patrol tonight, I can take you to Kenichi's." He said as they walked towards his car.

"Can I just go to bed? I'm actually fucking tired."

Aizawa side eyed him. He made sure to keep his expression neutral. It hadn't been a lie he was tired.

"Will you be ok by yourself for the night?"

Katsuki managed a scoff, though at this point he didn't know if it was because of the question or his own stupidity for doing this. He needed to keep them safe, he could tell Aizawa and let the Hero's deal with it. But what if they took too long? What if Shie Hassaikai already made plans to hurt his friends? If the raid failed and Chisaki Kai was not caught, then they most definitely would die.

"I haven't had a nightmare all week. If I do I'll call." He muttered, running a truly tired hand over his face. He had to ensure no one else got hurt because of him.

"Ok, I will take you home."

He waited another hour before he made his way to the door. He didn't bring anything with him, except his phone. He figured he wouldn't be making it out of there alive anyway. With his hand on the door knob he paused and turned back. He went back to his room and set out a small pile of gifts. The they been bought for Christmas, and each was carefully labelled with a name. On top of the pile he left a note.

Dad,

I hope you don't mind the title, you and Kenichi are the first men to actually show me what the word meant and I appreciate everything you have done for me.

You are going to be mad, and I am sorry, but I can't see them hurt anyone else because of me.

Please look after everyone, I don't know what is going to happen but I can't see the outcome being good.

I love you.

Katsuki

Touching the paper gently, Katsuki turned and left the apartment.

*next chapter*

The address was a abandoned lot down by the docks. The bastards had made no effort to hide themselves as they lounged around the area still waiting even after the hours that passed. They perked up when Katsuki stalked right into their midst, no mask covering his face, and no back up in sight.

The men did not speak, but one pulled out his phone and shot off a quick text.

It took about twenty minutes for a black SUV to appear and pull up beside him. A big man got out of the back seat.

Katsuki gritted his teeth as he was pushed against the car and patted down. His phone was removed and promptly smashed before he was roughly shoved inside. The big man got in beside him, tapping the seat signalling the drive to go.

Nobody spoke and Katsuki didn't fight, not even when the bird-looking fucker on steroids grabbed his hands to slap restraints on his wrists, they didn't suppress his quirk but the did lock his hands over top of each other, pals facing inwards. If he tried any explosion he would blow off his other hand. A sac was also pulled over his head. He didn't mention he could still see some things but it really didn't matter.

The ride and walk into the compound was exactly what Katsuki had already figured out. Being pulled along roughly, he tried to keep his breaths even, and remember a right, left, another left, down, a right. Eventually he lost track but eventually they walked into a large room.

The sac coming off was not as welcome as he would have liked. The room was massive with men standing around the outside of a Olympic sized swimming pool, except it wasn't a pool. It was a big pit with razor wire topped sides. It seemed the dirty bastards were enjoying some dog fights at the moment. The poor beasts tearing each other apart for the amusement of the sick fucks.

Katsuki tore his eyes away from the horrible sight, in time to see a smirking Chisaki Kair walking around the edge of the pit to come see him.

"Welcome! Kitsune, or do you prefer Bakugou?"

"I don't give two fucks what you call me." Katsuki snapped. It earned him a backhand from the big man beside him. Not even a minute and he was already tasting blood.

"Now I would watch that mouth if I were you, you really aren't in a position to be saying much."

"Fuck you, I said I would come, I didn't say I was going to be pleasant."

The man hummed.

"You know, Suku had been a major thorn in my side, kept everyone from dealing with me, was completely against me pushing my way into Kenichi's territory. Killing the fucker I figured the people would realize I meant business and falter. But no, I met even harder resistance, both from Kenichi's men and the street trash."

"Looks like you didn't do much to inspire their loyalty, you just pissed them off."

Katsuki accepted that slap, he really didn't know when to keep his mouth shut. The group began to walk around the pit. Chisaki didn't seem too interested in the fight below, the rest of the men though were shouting, and cursing as one of the poor animals went down in a violent mess.

"You were not really on my radar, a minor bump in the road, but then the stupid people started saying your name, and tales of your selfless actions started to spread. Again making my life difficult." He paused to glance at the mess below him, he turned up his nose as the body was removed and the winning dog chained and pulled away.

"I just wish to restore the honour and fear of my Yakuza clan, and I find my way blocked by many different things. Your breaking will at least calm the need to cleanse the streets. Once they see the one symbol they have is nothing but a broken body of a boy they will come to my way of thinking."

"Your plan doesn't mean shit to me. Those people already have miserable enough lives, why would they want to be under your thumb too?" Katsuki stopped when the man turned around abruptly.

"That right there is why you piss me off. I am going to enjoy watching you suffer. I thought about selling you back to the league, or handing you over as a peace offering, but I think I will have to much joy watching you crumble right here."

There was no time to react as the big man grabbed him by the scruff of his neck and the back of his jeans before tossing him down into the pit. He hit the concrete hard, blood smearing down his arms as he skidded to a halt.

Katsuki's eyes snapped up as a door at the other end opened. Two sets of glowing eyes could be seen in the darkness. The dogs that came out were not regular dogs. They had obviously been experimented on. Each the size of a small bear, fur missing in chunks, with over sized fangs that poked over their lips causing them to drool. Eyes blank with a silver shine over top.

"If you decide that you've had enough, just say so. The only things that will end this is your oath of loyalty to me. You will be my personal soldier Bakugou Katsuki. Healing bums on the street is below you, your quirk isn't even restoration, you are made for destruction."

Answering would have been difficult seeing as there were now two blood thirsty canines on him with a single leap.

His explosions were crippled, and the elbows and kicks he sent out didn't seem to do much to deter the things. Fangs sunk into an arm, another massive set tore into the meaty part of his thigh. Growls made the air vibrate. Katsuki fought, spitting out curses. Bringing thr metal down into on of the things heads, knocking it away, just as he turned to kick at the other, the first leapt back in with a snarl. Teeth tore through all the soft issues of his neck and throat. Everything went black.

Every was dark, and then suddenly everything was back in scary, detailed focus.

Katsuki fell back. Hands still cuffed, the beasts still in the pit now below him. He was laying on his side at the feet of the fucking sociopath Chisaki.

"What the ever living fuck was that?" Katsuki demanded. The feeling of being torn apart still vivd in his mind.

"That would be my quirk." Chisaki stated. "You can fight me for as long as you like. But I am going to keep ripping you apart, in many different ways, only to put you back together so I can do it again." The horror of that statement was not lost on Katsuki. But when he looked up into the mans surprisingly calm face he couldn't help but feel a familiar angry spite, the same one that got him through the years of his parents torture.

"Fuck you. You are nothing but an insignificant, thug. Your big life plan is going to equal to fuck all once the people following realize you are nothing more the a self-serving loser."

The man decided now was a good time to dirty his pristine white shoes, because he kicked Katsuki over the side himself.

Katsuki got caught up in the razor wire, it cut and dug in deep into the flesh of his left leg and hip. Hanging upside down, there was nothing he could do as the least lunged forward, jaws snapping on to his dangling head.

Fourteen times. Fourteen times that fucker let his beasts tear him to shreds only for him to put him back and ask him to join again. The only thing Katsuki could say was that he never stopped fighting. Six times the man had to put his own monstrosities back together as well because Katsuki found a way to kill one.

Eventually they got bored, though some seemed glad that he didn't break day one because now the bets could get a bit more interesting to see what and when was going to be the final straw that final brought him to their way of thinking.

Katsuki was healed, a choke chain fitted around his neck before he was walked to a small kennel where he was chained up much like the other dogs. Hell, the fuckers even though it was funny to put his food and water in metal dog dishes before they were shoved towards him.

This. This perhaps wasn't the best of plans, but at least if Chisaki was busy with him he would leave his family alone. There was a small hope the Hero's would push up their raid date but that kind of hope in here seemed to be dangerous. It was better to focus on the little things he could manage.

The mutant dogs were not housed here, but the dogs used in the fights were. The poor beast to his left was the one originally in the pit, it had won, but was severally injured. It was bleeding and whining in a pained way. It would probably die.

"Hey bud," Katsuki grumbled out. The dog looked up at him, it's tail giving a few pathetic wags. How could humans do this to a dog, the damn thing just wanted to be loved. Huh. Sounded familiar.

Katsuki managed to reach out far enough through his and the dogs bars to pat the thing on the head. It wiggled closer to the bar. Feeling a little generous to the beast, Katsuki scooped up some of his … food? Motherfuckers, they fed him the same damn thing as the dogs, brown mush straight from the can. Regardless, Katsuki scooped some on his fingers and held it out so the good-boy could lick it off.

"That'a boy." Katsuki mumbled. A sudden movement made Katsuki jump back, his collar cutting into his neck a bit. Last thing he wanted was for these assholes to think he had an attachment to the dog.

He was not expecting a little silver head to peek through the door. She hesitated when she looked at him, but this apparently wasn't out of the ordinary for some poor smuck to be down here because she ignored him in favour of visiting each of the dog kennels. She was pulling little pieces of meat from her pocket and giving some to each dog. He couldn't make out what she was saying but she seemed to be chatting happily to the beasts.

As she moved closer to their kennels she gave him a side eye before settling in front of the injured dogs kennel.

"Ooo," Her face was sad, "Ooo Finley, look at you. Those big meanies. Suck a good boy." The tail thumped a few more times as he wiggled closer to her little hand that was held out to pat him. As the fingers pushed into his short fur a golden light seemed to leak through. The light reminded Katsuki of Suku, and what his healing looked like.

Before his eyes the dogs wounds sealed over, and the fur grew back where it had been torn away. It gave a playful yip, surging to it's feet to coat the little girls face in kisses. She giggled and messed his fur.

"Good boy." She repeated, slipping him the biggest piece of meat so far.

"You must be Eri." Katsuki coughed, the chain pulling at his throat. She glared at him.

"And who are you? Another big meanie putting money on a dogs life? What? Couldn't pay Kai?"

Small but sassy. Innocent, but had seen too much. God, this was a stupid idea, how was he suppose to save the kid now that he got himself caught and chained up?

"Naw brat, that asshole just didn't like that I was helping people."

Her head tilted. She didn't seem to believe him but she did watch as he reached out to pet the dog again.

"How old are you?" She wondered out loud, big red eyes not dissimilar to his own stared back at him.

"Fifteen. How old are you?"

She seemed to think about that for awhile.

"Six, I think." She sighed. "I'm not sure."

Katsuki managed a smile.

"Well, you look six. Very mature for your age." He offered. She looked at him, not really smiling but seemed to be content with the answer.

A loud bang sounded outside the door and a some well yelled.

"Eri, supper time. Where are you?"

The little girl yelped.

"I got to go. Bye."

Katsuki watched her slip out the door undetected. HE glanced at the dog beside him, who was sitting and looking equally dejected that he felt.

"Finley was it?" He grumbled. The English name coming off his tongue with ease, if was one of his best subjects. The dog looked at him, tongue lolling to the side with his head. "You must really like her." He pointed out. The dog cocked his head, which was a distinctly Kirishima thing to do. Katsuki hummed.

Yes, he was in a bad spot, but that didn't mean he couldn't figure this shit out, and maybe do some damage from the inside. He wasn't broken, and far from dead, at least at the moment. Plus Eri and Finley needed his help, fucked if he was going to waste the chance.

*next chapter*

Death by fighting. That was what they were going for today. He had no quirk but had use of his fists after being ejected with a mystery substance that they claimed would work for three days.

Three days was a long time without proper protection. But as it was he seemed to be entertaining the fuck wads with his hand to hand he wasn't going to question it. They had been going for most the afternoon, the idea was to kill him as many times as possible but so far the fuckers had yet to do it once. Yeah, he was getting tired, and he was in bad shape, but there were dozens of these fuckers down and out so he would take that as a win.

Another no-name fuck went down. Katsuki fell to a knee, ribs stabbing him painfully from being broken several fights ago. No doubt he had internal bleeding. He felt the lightheaded and his limbs were getting cold.

Chisaki waved off the next idiot that was about to enter the pit.

"Ohh, look at you little Kitsune. I would know that look anywhere, conscious is slowly slipping. Breathing getting hard." The fucker motioned them to haul Katsuki up to the walkway. They roughly did so before throwing him at the mans feet. Today the Germaphobe-freak opted to wear little paper booties over his shoes. Katsuki stared at them a moment, before chuckling wetly around the blood filling his mouth.

"Fuck you and those pansy-ass paper slip-ons. Ugliest fucking nurse I have ever seen." That earned his a heel into his sternum. He heard the bones creak and crack before everything exploded in pain and went black.

Ten out of ten would not recommend death by someone curb stomping your chest.

Katsuki rolled over, careful of his collar pulling tight and looked around the tiny kennel he had again been thrown into. He was still in pain but the fucker had regenerated him enough that he wouldn't die. Carefully, he crawled forward to tip the bowl bowl filled with water to his lips.

Everything ached and his stomach growled. Looking at the food, well mush, he turned away. He'd rather starve. Probably the next thing he would die from anyway.

Sticking his hand out to pet Finley beside him, Katsuki looked up when the door was pushed open. Eri's little head poked in. She started her journey down the dog crates, feeding each a treat before plopping in front of Finleys cage. She ruffled his fur and she looked at Katsuki.

"You're still here." She commented.

"Mmm, lucky me." He grumbled.

"Most people just give him what he wants."

"He can kiss my ass." Her head tilted in confusion. "It means no." Katsuki clarified, six year olds didn't really get sarcasm or curse words. "I am not giving him anything. I am hoping that the hero's are going to save me."

Eri shook her head.

"Kai says that hero's are not worried about people like us. He says they only look for their next pay check." She didn't seem to understand what that meant but she repeated it anyway.

"Do you like it here Eri?"

"No." She said forcefully, shaking his head. "They are all meanies. They hurt the doggies, say mean things, and … they hurt me. Kai says I can't leave because of my curse, that people would suffer. But people suffer here too so I don't understand."

Katsuki looked down at the bandages that covered her arms and legs, and her small horn poking out from her hair. He sighed, she was so small.

"If I tried to leave, to find the hero's would you come with me?" He asked gently.

Her eyes lit up for a moment but then the emotionless look came back over her face.

"Kai would never let me go. He says I will make the world more equal, and only those who are worthy will have power."

"Worthy? Is he worthy, or is a meanie?" Katsuki asked using her words. She stood up and gently brushed off her dress, making sure to pat Finley one more time.

"He is a meanie. But I don't want to get anyone hurt."

"We could take Finley with us." Katsuki was getting desperate but he at least had to admit he didn't want to leave the dog either. She hesitated, eyes locked on the dog.

"What would you need?" She asked.

"A pin, one you would put in your hair. Do you have those? They are black and they are about this big."

It was a toss up whether Eri knew what he meant or not because she suddenly tensed and ran off. Her little bare feet making barely a sound. Katsuki settled down, absently laying close enough to stroke the dogs nose.

"Two days." He muttered. "Fuck I am stupid, how am I suppose to get her out of here, huh?" The dog stared back at him with those big brown eyes. Every time he closed his eyes his deaths flashed before him so sleeping was difficult, not to mention the fucking cramped kennel and chain, but sheer exhaustion made it possible.

He hadn't been asleep for more than an hour when the very foundation rumbled. Katsuki's eyes popped open. Finley whined beside him.

He could hear the sounds getting louder and yelling. It seemed the Hero's had decided to use his contingency plan after all. Now he just needed out of there. His little savour, with flowing white hair, chose that moment to run in. She had, in her tiny hand, a ring of keys.

She held them out to Katsuki.

"I don't know which ones!" She pleaded, eyes flashing over to Finley.

"It's ok Eri, I'll figure it out." He grumbled, throat constricting in protest to the force. It took a few tries for his lock, and he had to get Eri to unhitch the back off his collar. Crawling out of the kennel, he was aware he was filthy, in ungodly amounts of pain, and lightheaded to name a few. But he also knew this was going to be his only chance.

Katsuki took a step towards the door.

"No!" Came the determined but small voice. Eri gripped the front of Finleys kennel.

"Of course." Katsuki agreed, turning and finding the right key. Once released, the dog gave kisses all over Eri's face, and jumped to give one to Katsuki too. "Alright, lets go you two. Let's try and keep this quiet eh?"

Eri gave a little nod, her hands gripping around the dogs neck, Finley stood about as tall as the six year old, and definitely weighed more. Maybe he would be of some use in defending the child.

Creeping to the edge of the door Katsuki slowly pushed it open. There was a lot of movement at the end of the left hall.

"Eri, I know the blueprints to the build fairly well but where are we right now?" Katsuki asked.

"By the kitchens, in the basement. I'm not allowed on the ground floors, someone might see me." She whispered back. Katsuki gave a nod. He had not been able to pin down where all the amenities would be based on the blue prints but he had a rough idea where he had to go to get to an escape route.

"Chisaki would probably come for you right? Which way would he take?"

"There are secret tunnels he uses to get around. The other men aren't allowed to know about them. I've found a few." She admitted cautiously, waiting to see if that was going to get her in trouble.

"OK. Show me one that he wouldn't be taking right now. We need to get to the exit if possible."

Her little nose squished up in thought.

"There is one that comes out by the barracks. A lot of meanies there though."

"Well, hopefully the assholes will be occupied." He muttered. He kept the two behind him as he slowly stalked forward. Eri gave him a some direction and they were off. Katsuki could hear the fighting but was still unsure if it was the hero's raiding, or a rival gang attacking. He wouldn't say no to Kenichi saving his ass again right about then, but he was sure Aizawa would initiate his plan as soon as he realized he was gone.

Hopes and dreams were great but without facts he had to believe he was on his own. His first priority was Eri and getting her to safety. Chisaki would be his second priority, though as long as he had Eri he was sure the sociopath was going to follow.

He hoped Aizawa was safe if it was the hero's in the compound. The whole reason he gave himself over to the damn Shie Hassaikai was to make sure his family was protected, though Eraserhead was a pro and this was literally his job. Still he didn't think he could handle anyone else getting hurt because of him.

In the tight hallway, that was hidden as a blank concrete wall, seriously how did Eri even know that was fucking there? They were able to move quicker without being heard but eventually they had to step back out into the main halls.

As soon as the door creaked open, and hand reached for them. Katsuki wasted no time in ducking under the reaching hand, grabbing the arm below the elbow and snapping in over his shoulder before continuing the motion to throw the Yakuza thug over his back and onto the ground with a thud. A quick kick to the side of the face knocked him out.

A growl caught Katsuki's attention, Finley was looking behind them, his heckles raised and a deep growl sounding in his chest.

"Time to go Eri." He growled out himself. He picked the child up, holding her small body against his chest as he turned and ran. "Come on Finley." He called behind, causing the eighty pound pitbull to turn on a dime and bolt after them.

He tried to remember the way the best he could but twice he hit a dead end. The second time he suspected something else going on. Looking at the wall they just got to he could see the baseboard of the trim was going under the new wall and heading off in the same direction.

If he had his quirk he could of exploded the damn thing. Without he needed a different route.

Third dead end.

"Fuck!" He sneered out looking around.

"What are we going to do?" Eri asked, terror evident on her face. If they were caught her fate was going to be worse then his.

"Do you know where they make the drug that enhances quirks, or the one that takes them away."

Slowly Eri nodded and pointed the way.

"I don't like that place. Horrible things happen there."

"I'm sorry Eri, but I need to try and find something to help with this drug they have in my fucking system. I can't beat them if I don't have my explosions."

"Oh!" Eri's face lit up. "You don't want the scary place. You want Kai's office! He has a safe in the wall. Everything important is there. Including a red case he always brings down to the doctors office himself. It has tiny things in it that he claims will fix the worlds problems."

Good enough. Katsuki changed direction again. He skidded to a halt half way down. Three men blocked their path.

"Get the kid! Overhaul will kill us if she gets away!"

Katsuki put Eri down and pushed her behind him, sinking into his battle stance. With a snarl it was Finley that laughed himself into the fight first.

"Fucking mutt!" Katsuki yelped, jumping in two seconds behind to make sure the second man didn't hit him with the fucking metal pipe he had. Katsuki threw a knee into one mans face, before twisting in midair to land a solid flying round house to the second man's neck. As they fell he made sure to double-tap that by slamming two hard punched into their faces just to be sure. The third man, who was being mauled by the dog tried to activate his quirk, the walls waved in a nauseating way but before he could do anything Katsuki put him to bed with a tight rear naked choke. "Night night fucker!" Katsuki stepped way and took stock of his little party.

Eri was covering her eyes, but was otherwise fine. Finley was covered in blood, looking like a damn hellhound, but at least none of it was his own.

They pushed forward.

The -wannabe's office was just as Katsuki expected. Clinically bare, and smelt of bleach. He set Eri on the desk as he looked around.

"It's over there." She pointed at the one picture on the wall. The old man in the picture looked, old but distinguished." That's my grandfather, he told Kai no to using my powers. Kai didn't listen."

Katsuki listen as he moved the picture aside to see the standard keypad master lock vault.

"Goji, if you are listening, I could use your help fucker." Katsuki muttered looking to the sky. Before he could think to much off he he hit the keys 123123. Goji, that crazy, lovely, weird-tasted, mother-fucker! It was a fucking miracle is what that was.

"The blue ones fix the effects of the red ones." Eri said pointing once Katsuki had the little box out.

"What do the red ones do? The shit in the needle they gave me didn't look like that." Katsuki admitted, Eri shrugged.

"I don't really know. I just know it is suppose to return balance."

Ok. Whatever the fuck that meant. Katsuki sighed. Loaded the little needle gun with one of the blue cartridges. Plus ultra bitches!

*next chapter*

So maybe not the smartest thing he ever did but the little blue capsule seemed to be the right choice. He felt his palms start to sweat, it took a couple tries but he finally was able to spark off the access nitro.

"Pretty." Eri commented staring at his palm.

Katsuki grunted an agreement.

"Alright Kid, time to get the hell out of here." He commented. "We need to go up, even if I have to make my own fucking way!"

Of course he was going to try the stairs first, wouldn't pay to drop a whole building on their heads if he could avoid it. They didn't run into any trouble till they hit the first main hall. Skidding to a stop Katsuki pushed Eri back around the corner with Finley.

"Stay here. I will clear the way." He told her softly. "Finley," He patted the dogs head. "On your toes boy."

Of course the mutt didn't understand, he just waged his tail, and let his tongue hang out the side of his face. But when Katsuki let himself sink into his battle stance, the dog went on high alert, pushing his body right into Eri, to more or less keep her pinned to the wall. The little girl didn't seem to mind, she just hugged his neck tighter.

Bolting into the hall, Katsuki dropped to his knees and slid in under a few panicked quirk-shots, setting off individual sized explosions to three men before his presences was truly recognized. One man snarled and disappeared into shadows around the walls, while another shot out a blast of ice.

One medium sized blast, using the hall to tunnel it forward, sent both men to their backs. Katsuki ran in behind to finish them off before they could recover.

The five low level thugs were down and out. He couldn't call back loud enough for Eri to hear, but he wondered if Kiri Jr. would come for a whistle?

His whistle was loud and clear. Finley burst down the hall with a happy, goofy grin, dragging the little girl along with him, much to her surprise. Katsuki couldn't help but snicker, to which Eri furrowed her tiny brows, trying to scowl but coming off as fucking adorable instead.

The fighting was still going strong above them, but something made Katsuki pause in unease. Stopping his little ragtag group he listened. And then he heard it. The damn howl of one of those fucking monstrosities. It was answered by one much closer.

Could never catch a fucking break! The demon-mutts had tasted enough of his blood that he would bet they could find him in their sleep! Hopefully he was going to be a little too spicy for them this time.

He didn't want Eri or Finley to get caught in the middle of that though. Picking the little girl up he ran. The fighting had made it to the stairs and so had they. He couldn't make out any of the hero's yet, but he saw the Yakuza holding a pretty solid defensive line keeping them at bay.

Nails clicking on the floor brought his attention to one of the beasts. It's shining eyes rising to meet his glare. It lifted it's head and let out an ear piercing howl, it had found it's prey. The commotion turned the villains in the back around. Fuck.

There was no where to hide the kid, so Katsuki did the only thing he could, he raised a hand in each direction and blasted down both ways. The sound and flames made the monster beast back up, but the villains charged forward, confident they could recapture him and Eri since they had the barrier fucker with them, and the muscle bound moron fighting back the hero's.

Katsuki turned his back on the beast.

"Stay down." He growled at Eri, who was curled up in a ball between his feet, hands covering her ears, eyes clenched shut. With a deep growl, and snap of his jaws, Finley launched himself into the hellhound, his body weight knocking it back a few more feet.

Another blast cracked the barrier, but the fuckers kept coming.

"Fuck." He grabbed Eri, pulling her tight to his chest with one hand and ran, skidding to the side of the two struggling dogs. This blast busted the hellhounds ribs inward, it gave a wet growl as it fell to the side, Finley still firmly attached to it's throat. Katsuki bolted down the hall, giving a whistle over his shoulder. The barrier protected the villains from his explosions but it also meant they couldn't shoot their own quirks.

The few moments it took to drop the barrier was enough for Finley to detach him self and sprint after Katsuki's fleeing form.

A few turns and Katsuki almost ran head first into the second beast. Last second he raised a hand and blasted it square in the face.

It dropped with a whine, not dead, but hopefully out. From farther down the hall there were foot steps running towards them. If his luck had anything to do with it he knew who that fucking was.

Changing direction he took a side hall, hoping to avoid that shit show. Grabbing the mutt he pulled it into a open room to the left. Holding the two close he froze and listened. Eri's body shook as a voice traveled down the hall.

"Eri! Eri you can't run. If you leave your curse will kill people, that boy you are with is already going to die because of you! ERI!"

Oh Clean-freak was pissed. Trying to lure the child out, as if this was her fault in anyway. Huh …. Ok so maybe Katsuki could understand that. To think he had so much in common with a pitbull and a small child. Trying to expel any fucking references his brain conjured of fucking Full Metal Alchemist and that fated girl, dog duo. Katsuki hugged both as the foot steps got farther away.

On his life these two were getting the fuck out of here.

The stairs were a no go, that left two options, a self made escape tunnel, or the old waste water tunnel that ran under this entire complex. He figured doing down was going to cause less injuries as he didn't know who was above him.

With that plan in mind he headed for the large shower rooms that were found a few halls over.

He kept a tight hold on both girl and dog so they wouldn't wonder off, or give away their position.

Peeking inside the dark room, he was satisfied that it was empty. He placed Eri to the back wall, she hugged Finley tight, while he gave her face a few licks of comfort.

"Alright you two, this is gonna be loud. Once I blow through we are gonna drop down and we are going to run! If we get company I am gonna drop you two down and you are gonna run … do not wait for me! I will find you!" He stared at Eri hard, making sure she understood. He was not a great on for comfort but his confidence seemed to work well enough.

After a big drink of water to help battle his growing dehydration he braced his feet, and pointed both palms at the third stall drain. If his memory was correct this was the one right above the tunnel. It was thick concrete and stone but one good shot should do it.

"Cover your ears." He muttered. Eri covered Finley's, then pressed her face into his fur. Good enough.

The explosion was loud, knocking debris everywhere. The large crater was not deep enough. One more.

It took three to blast through the top of the tunnel. He blamed it on the drugs still floating around his system. Still, it took way to much time, Chisaki would had to of heard that.

Grabbing the child first Katsuki jumped down, softening the blow with a small burst. Finley was looking down at them whining.

Katsuki had just looked up when a black blur shot across the top of the hole, slamming into the dog who whined loudly. Eri burst into tears.

"Fuck!" Katsuki was up through the hole so fast he tore strips down his left arm from the sharp rocks. The damn hell hound was not dead, missing half its face but not dead! It had teeth sunk into Finleys front left leg. Grabbing it from behind, around it's neck, he managed to pull it off the dog. There was no way he could hold it for long but he did manage to put a palm to the back of it's skull. He took no pleasure in the kill but he didn't have time to think. He heard yelling coming closer.

Cradling the pitbull in his arms Katsuki jumped down the hole just as the hole closed itself over.

He landed hard but the dog gave him a happy kiss before bounding over to Eri on three legs, his forth held up from pain.

"Run." Katsuki urged. Eyes looking up to see the ceiling being peeled back as if it was a tin can. Thankfully he didn't need to say it twice. Eri and Finley took off as fast as they could down the brick walkway, the nasty smell of the place not even registering in anyones mind.

A loud boom shook everything, and made Chisaki pull back from the entrance. He had a split second to decide whether he was going to stand his ground and fight, or take off after Eri and try to make sure she made it out.

"Come on!" Came the terrified screech. Katsuki looked over his shoulder to see the little brat waiting for him. With a snarl he turned and used his explosions to race towards her. She was top priority. Clean-freak was second.

It occurred to him he never even gave the kid his name. But that thought was cut short when stone spikes shot out of the ground and tried to impale him before he could reach Eri.

"Run!" He growled out as he slammed into the wall in a bid to avoid being fucking impaled. "Run Eri! Go."

He hoped she listened, but he couldn't check because he was now blocked from leaving, and was facing off with the fucker he had been looking for, for months now. As their eyes locked Katsuki pulled his lip back in a snarl as he shook out his arms, getting ready to end this.

"Doesn't matter how far she runs. I will find her before the hero's and she will be punished!" The sick fuck sneered.

"Gonna have to get through me first Boy-band-dropout." Katsuki had a decent understanding of the fuckers quirk now. The trick was he couldn't let the fucker touch him, while avoiding the damned environmental traps as well. The one plus he had was that he was maneuverable in the air and he had a decent long distant shot. Not to mention he could explode most of the projectiles being thrown at him.

"Through you sounds like fun."

Slamming both hands into the ground Katsuki had to do some fancy foot work to keep from being skewered. He was far from peak condition but in that moment he felt his body relax into the fighting trance-like state that let him grin regardless. He was going to win.

Pushing off one of the spikes he set off an explosion towards the man, but it was only to block his vision. He dropped to the ground took two running steps and kicked one of the pillians, with the help of his explosions, over. The stone crashed down, narrowly missing the fuckers head.

Chisaki couldn't be bothered with throwing insults anymore, he realized he was going to have to actually fight Katsuki if he was going to go after Eri.

The change in behaviour was fine with Katsuki, he was already in fight mode.

The whole tunnel shot forward in sharp spikes, Katsuki lit the place up with AP shots.

One stone dagger sliced through his calf, he twisted away from it, planted both feet and dove right at Chisaki. At the last second, the man's hand almost brushing his face, Katsuki blasted to the right, immediately followed by a left, his knee slamming into ribs. As the man crumbled for a moment in the impact, Katsuki raised his hand again and blasted him in the side of the head.

The fucker dodged quick enough to miss the main explosion and Katsuki had to fly back away from the deadly grip.

Watching the man put himself back together in front of Katsuki's eyes was infuriating and it felt like the fight started anew.

The weight in his pants pocket caught his attention. Fuck, would the same trick work twice? Katsuki hoped so!

Ducking out of view after a large, smokey explosion she pulled the little box out of his pocket and selected one of the red capsules. His fingers shook as he loaded it into the holster. Stick the fucker once and he would be quirkless.

Spikes shot up from the ground Katsuki was sitting. He leapt away quick enough not to be a casualty but the little box was not so lucky. The last of the capsules smashed to the floor. Chisaki's outraged scream was enough to tell Katsuki maybe that was a good thing.

The fucker seemed to pick up on the fact Katsuki was holding the last dose, ready to be administered. With a face twisted in hatred and malice the floor and walls came alive with thousands of sharp daggers.

Moving was the only thing keeping Katsuki from being killed outright, though he still took damage, the small stab wounds starting to add up in blood loss.

One stone splinter drove through his arm, sending the metal casing clattering to the floor somewhere Katsuki could not see.

"Young Bakugou!" He heard above the tearing of stone. Suddenly all the rocks and debris were blasted away by one well placed punch. Chisaki tumbled to his hands and knees, eyes wide as the number one Hero made his appearance. Beside him a familiar boy from school, a third year maybe, stepped through the wall.

"The kid!" Katsuki pointed down the tunnel.

"On it!" The Blonde preppy punk shouted, nodding to Allmight before running off. A few of Chisaki's men dropped from the hole above to join him.

Katsuki got to his feet, a bit wobbly. Taking his stance to Allmights right.

"Don't let him touch you." Katsuki warned. The man for once did not seem indifferent to the situation around him, he was focused and assured. His smile gave Katsuki the strength to raise his hands.

"Together than Young Bakugou, this is what it takes to be a true hero."

*next chapter*

One thing that Katsuki had not expected was that -band-reject was going to grab his two comrades and disassemble the poor fuckers to make himself, bigger, stronger, and a fucking freak.

He could handle the four arms, the dude in his class had more then that, whatever his name was …. Didn't matter. What he did not like was that he was now wearing two other peoples faces like masks. That was a little creepy.

Allmight was cutting a path through the stone like a machine, Katsuki was watching his back, while shooting out AP shots at random just so the asshole villain couldn't focus for too long on the Pro.

Fighting along side his childhood hero was surreal, and as much as Katsuki would like to think he didn't need the man's help this new, melded Overhaul was nothing to joke at. The tunnel was smashing all around them, a massive chunk below their feet smashed upwards, trying to flatten them in between.

Allmight moved faster then Katsuki could keep track of, clearing the trap to punch a piece of concrete hard enough to send it flying at Overhaul. Katsuki just barely got free before the pieces slammed together.

Stumbling to the side, he looked up in time to see Allmight using a pillar like a baseball bat. He was about to jump in when a metallic shine caught his attention. That was it. That was his ticket. Launching himself forward at top speeds he grabbed the canister, prepping the needle as he flew towards Overhaul.

Boy-band-reject only noticed his presence when he grabbed onto his back, Overhaul's hands reached for him, ready to tear him apart at a cellular level. Hoping to end this quickly he jammed the needle into the back of the mans neck. He couldn't hear Allmight calling out a warning, he felt fingers grab onto his arm and should, pulling him violently over the mans head.

Katsuki screamed as he felt the skin around the hands start to burn and fall away, but then it evened out, no new damage crept along his skin. That didn't stop the man from using his borrowed form to try and crush the teen instead.

"Fuck you!" Katsuki gritted out, his bones creaking ominously beneath the pressure. "I will make sure you rot in prison you miserable fuck! This is for … Suku!" He managed to lift one hand and blasted the fucker full on in the stomach. He grunted, the skin singed and blistering. but didn't let go.

"…SMASH!" The last word registered as a massive force hit them. Overhaul was launched into the back wall. Losing consciousness, which let the quirk-erasing drug work faster, all the added faces and arms started to melt away.

Katsuki hit the ground with a grunt. Ow. Just, everything, ow.

Not wanting to be the poor damsel in distress though, Katsuki forced himself to his feet, swaying slightly. There was no doubt he looked like absolute hell but the way the man was looking at him now was something more than pity.

"What?" Katsuki demanded. Allmight coughed, hard enough that Katsuki was shocked to see blood. Suddenly the muscular hero shrunk into a skeletal form of himself. Whatever this was, Katsuki didn't like it.

The Hero made a point to restrain Chisaki before speaking, Katsuki watched, the urge to go over and just blast him to hell was strong but his attention was too focused on Allmight.

"We should talk while me make our way to the surface. I think I owe you some answers after the ordeal with All for one, and now this. I should have done this weeks ago my boy."

Telling a teenager on the verge of passing out due to stress and trauma all your dirty little secrets after a exhausting fight was not the most considerate thing in the world. Really, this fucker had no idea what he was doing. But Katsuki listened anyway, the pieces falling into place about the nerd and the league.

Before they stepped into the daylight, where media and Hero's were milling around, the last of the Yakuza being cleared away, Allmight transformed and placed a large hand on his shoulder.

"You are going to be an amazing Hero Bakugou, I hope I can trust that you can lend some of that strength to young Midoriya, he needs allies like you."

Of course it was about the nerd. Whatever, Allmight came to rescue him, whether he felt obligated due to guilt or something else Katsuki did not care. There were at least two here, maybe even as many as four, that loved him, and would be his heroes.

Damn, he must be hurt worse than he thought, this sentimental shit was coming out of nowhere.

Carefully avoiding the media, they were too intent on Allmights sudden, "I am here!", he headed deep into the hero lines. People stared but no one approached. Finally he heard a deep bark and growl. He spun towards an ambulance to hi left.

"Alright pup, alright! No one is gonna touch her!"

Ah. That would be the preppy blonde-bitch. Katsuki appeared behind him. Eri was sitting on the gurney crying while the paramedics were being held back by one growling and pissed off Finley.

"Oi! What are you crying for brat?" Katsuki demanded. Eri was instantly shocked from her fear.

"You made it!" She was actually surprised.

"Of course I made it, fuck that bitch, he couldn't do shit." Downright lie but Katsuki wasn't going to tell her that.

"They want to take Eri to the hospital." The blonde prep offered.

"Yes." Katsuki looked down at himself. He was close to passing out. "I just need to find my dads, then I will be going too I am sure."

"What about Finley?" Eri demanded, patting the dogs head. Katsuki glanced at the third year, who straightened as if called to duty.

"I will get him to the vet! Then when every one is feeling better we will bring him back to you!" He declared. The little girls face seemed to brighten as she watched the young hero. Yeah, the other teen looked the part of hero, and certainly acted like one, he was just the kind of hero Eri needed.

"OK. I trust you Lemillion!" She announced, patting Finley again. "You be a good boy Finley, Lemillion will make sure you are taken car of."

Katsuki swayed where he stood, vision blurring slightly.

"You need to sit down boy, those injuries are serious." One of the paramedics told him, a hand coming up to guild him into the ambulance with Eri.

"No! No, I need my dads …" He turned abruptly, eyes scanning the Hero's and the crowds of people. Nothing was coming into focus now, his body beginning to shake as he went into shock.

"KATS!" Suddenly he was enveloped into two strong warm arms. Kenichi held him tight, breath sounding shaky in his ear. "God damn it kid, why? Don't you ever do that to me again! Shouta is gonna murder you once you are better!"

Katsuki sighed and slumped farther into the embrace.

"Come on, let's get you to the hospital. I'll text Shouta where you are."

Katsuki pointed to Eri.

"Me and her are gonna ride together." Katsuki slurred out. He climbed into the ambulance with Eri, who shied away from everyone else.

"Can we trust them?" Eri whispered, eyes flashing over the Yakuza boss. Kenichi got in beside the paramedic, who promptly started treating some of Katsuki's more serious injuries. Katsuki opened a bleary eye.

"This fucker here isn't like them," Katsuki muttered, making sure one arm stayed around her. "He won't let anyone hurt you. Aizawa is the same. Those two will protect you … they are good dads."

Kenichi had not been called that yet, at least not in person, so he gave a start. He reached out and set a hand on Katsuki's forehead.

"Sleep kid. Don't worry, Shouta and I won't leave either of you alone."

Humming an agreement Katsuki closed his eyes.

The first thing Katsuki noticed when he woke up was that he was sharing a hospital room with Eri. The little girl was sitting crossed legged on her bed, playing a card game with Present Mic. The man was even getting a half a smirk when he bellowed out 'GO FISH!'

Looking to his other side he was not surprised to see Aizawa sleeping across two of the chairs, undisturbed by the loud blonde, and apparently unconcerned that he was using Kenichi's lap as a pillow.

Shifting over, Katsuki leaned over and poked Kenichi's cheek. The man startled awake and looked at him in surprised.

"Kats!"

"Did he lose a bet?" Katsuki grumbled pointing at the man. Kenichi grinned.

"No, I just wormed my way in and refused to detach myself. He has finally accepted he isn't getting rid of me."

"Shouta was asleep before Kenichi got here." Mic chuckled. "He hasn't woken up yet."

"Bold to have the one with all the hidden knives pulled into your lap." Katsuki smiled. Kenichi went to make some snarky comment no doubt, but then froze, face contorting into something akin to terror.

"Bold indeed. Didn't realize you wanted to be neutered today."

Katsuki couldn't see what was doing on under Aizawa's capture scarf, but he assumed something sharp was pressed against somewhere tender if Kenichi's look was to believed.

Slowly, Aizawa pulled himself into a sitting position, Kenichi giving a sigh of relief.

"How are you feeling?" Aizawa asked. Katsuki suddenly got a cold chill. The man was now standing over him, eyes locked on his, and he was giving off pissed-dad vibes!

"Like I am about to be in a lot of trouble." Katsuki offered, fingers twisting around the blanket.

"Oh. You are grounded for the foreseeable future. You will be moving into the dorms with me after winter break, the only place you will be going is Kenichi's IF he is picking you up. And that tracker? It's going to be a damn implant just so you can't ditch it at your convenience." Aizawa's expression was enough to know he wasn't even joking about any of that. "Oh and therapy? Yeah that is going to happen!"

"Yes Dad." Aizawa gave a start. Apparently he wasn't used to that thought yet. Katsuki flinched then scowled. "If you don't like me calling you that just fucking say." He looked away, feeling stupid that the asshole actually hurt his feeling.

Aizawa's hand clasped the back of his neck and made Katsuki look at him. The soft smile reached his eyes.

"I'd be honoured to called me your father Katsuki. In fact, I brought this is case you wanted to make it official." Aizawa handed him an envelope of papers. He was aware that there were four sets of eyes watching him, and he was also aware his eyes were getting blurry.

He wiped them angrily, he didn't want to have a break down right now. Words were hard so he held out his hand to Kenichi, knowing the man had a pen in his jacket. With a smirk the man complied.

"And don't worry, although my name isn't on any of those papers I am not going anywhere and I plan on courting Daddy properly so I'll be part of the family soon enough." Kenichi winked as he folded his long legs and leaned back with a smirk. Aizawa stared at him long and hard before Mic cleared his throat.

"There is an actual child in the room," He pointed out. Said child looked confused by the conversation but once she noticed Katsuki looking at her she crawled down off of her bed and climbed up onto his. Katsuki moved his arms so the tiny form could fit easily between them. Reaching around her he carefully signed his name to the papers.

"Are you ok if I keep my last name? At least for now?" Katsuki asked suddenly. "I don't want anyone thinking I am getting any special treatment at school by being your son.

"You are my son no matter what name you go by." Aizawa assured him.

Both Mic and Kenichi cooed at that.

"Oh shut up you two." He huffed. He glanced at Eri. "I am a long way from getting paperwork for you Eri, but you are going to come live with me and Mic at the school as well, how does that sound?"

Eri looked up at Aizawa with her big red eyes, Katsuki couldn't help but notice the two of them looked eerily similar, like they could be siblings already.

"Ok. As long as Finley is there too." She said with a strong determination. Mic and Aizawa shared a look.

"Who is Finley, little lady?" Mic asked.

Three days later they were walking onto the UA campus. Katsuki held Eri on his shoulders while they followed Aizawa and Mic to the newly finished teacher housing. It was finished a week before the student dorms were set to open which gave the small family a chance to get settled.

Behind them Kenichi was directing the men he had hired to help Katsuki and Aizawa with the move.

"This place is big! And … so green." Eri gushed from above Katsuki's head. The fact her fingers were tugging at his spikes went unmentioned.

"Aizawa-sensei!"

Katsuki turned to the voice. The preppy blonde-bitch was bounding across the campus grounds with an equally happy Finley at his side.

Handing the small child over to Mic, Katsuki crouched down and gave a whistle. Loud and long. Finley stopped, looked up and tilted his head. Katsuki could see the recognition spread over Kiri Jr.'s face. Tongue popped out the side of his mouth and he bolted.

Taking the full force of the eighty pound pitbull into his chest Katsuki tumbled back onto his ass, slobbery kisses covering his face.

Aizawa took a step back with a look of pure disgust at the drool. Being an advent cat lover Finley had been a hard sell, but had given in when he got big doe eyes from Eri. As long as the dog did not bother the man's old fluffy black cat Ping, and if he stayed with Katsuki in his student dorm during the week, then the dog would be allowed.

Eri squirmed down from Mic's arms.

"Finley!" She said. The dog was off Katsuki in a heart beat, he was much more gentle with Eri, laying down in front of her to accept his pets and gave only s few, non-dripping kisses.

"Aww! He is so happy! He has been moping around my house for the three days, looking like he lost his best friend." Mirio beemed.

"Lemillion!" Eri jumped and grabbed the boy around the waist.

"Hello Eri!"

Katsuki pulled himself off the ground, using his sleeve to wipe the drool from his cheeks. He was happy Eri had found so many good men to look up to, and to have them look after her. It did make his brother status seem a bit mundane though.

Seeing his look, Kenichi wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"Don't worry about it kid. The more support she has the better, but you are gonna be the one she turns to when she needs something. Not to mention you are gonna need each others help if you ever plan on getting away with anything in that house." He leaned in close to add the second part. "Just remember to keep the fun stuff for when you are at my house."

Kenichi flinched when he got a swat up the back of the head.

"I heard that." Aizawa snapped. "You are the adult, act like it!"

Kenichi flashed him a smile and leaned forward a bit.

"Speaking of adult things," He wiggled his eyebrows.

It was a reach to have brought that conversation to something sexual but Kenichi managed, and it didn't even sound too forced. Katsuki watched as Aizawa leaned over and whispered something in Kenichi's ear. The man went beat red.

What ever deviant thing Aizawa had said, it was enough that the man-whore was fucking blushing, and refusing to meet Katsuki's eyes.

Once the blonde-bitch left, and Mic wondered off to find his new apartment, Katsuki, Eri, Aizawa and Kenichi moved forward to one of the bigger apartments in the massive staff building. The four bedroom apartment was bare, but still smelt like fresh paint.

"Jeeze, this fucking school must be rolling in the bucks." Kenichi commented.

"Why else would anyone want to teach bratty teenagers all day if their employer can't provide a hefty paycheque and benefits?"

The other man nodded his agreement. He turned to direct to movers on where to put all the boxes and furniture.

Once everything was relatively organized Katsuki popped back out to the kitchen. Aizawa plopped a small bag in front of him.

"What's this?" Katsuki peeked inside, before Aizawa could answer he noticed it was all the little gifts he had bought his friends for Christmas. "You didn't give them out." He commented.

"I knew you would be back." Aizawa answered lamely. But then pointed to no box in particular. "Not to mention I have no idea who the hell Racoon-eyes or Soy-sauce-face are so it's better if you do it. Kenichi said he would drive you to hand deliver them. That way they aren't late."

"Oh.' Katsuki looked at the calendar. Sure enough it was the twenty fifth. Not that he would normal celebrate but he thought it would be fun to buy his friends a little something. "Did you open yours?" He suddenly remembered.

Aizawa rooted around his pocket, Kenichi pulled his from inside his jacket, both still wrapped. Katsuki smirked as they opened them. Each had a keychain with a Kitsune mask on it and a personalized tag. Kenichi's read '#1 Man-Whore' and Aizawa's read 'Zombie-dad'.

"Why is his actual cute?" Kenichi demanded.

"Didn't think you would appreciate fluff." Katsuki said with a grin.

"Well, at least I'm number one." He mumbled, ruffling Katsuki hair. The boy did not miss Aizawa slipping it on his apartment key. "All right squirt, let's deliver the rest of these. Where to first?"

First one on his list was a certain red-head, last would be the Broccoli-boi. They would have to get a move on if they wanted to hit all his merry-band-of-morons.

*next chapter*

Katsuki stood frozen staring at the TV screen in the common room. The rest of the extras, and his merry-band-of-idiots were there as well but none of them knew the extent of how much this news was fucking with his head.

They knew Aizawa was in the raid that rescued the sweet little girl Eri. Class 1-A was enamoured with the kid and would pretty much do anything for her. They were also aware that Katsuki had been adopted by Aizawa even though he tried to keep that little bit from being leaked, but with Eri calling him brother, and him having to explain to the boys that all the scars from his abuse were not recent and he WAS safe, it did come up.

Knowing all that, the media had never gotten wind that Katsuki had ever been at that compound, only that the heroes had rescued two kids, Kitsune being the name used whenever he was spoken about. Without the information, the class did not know why he was so tense as he watched the damn transport being attacked and hijacked. It wasn't a live feed but it didn't happen too long ago.

"What the fuck…" He muttered, a hand rubbing at his jaw as he watched. Carefully glancing around the room he took the moment of distraction to leave. He didn't want the rest of the class seeing him as he watched the rest of the report.

On the roof he settled back against the brick and scrolled through the updates trying to find one that said Chisaki was found, and still in custody.

He wasn't scared, he was Bakugou fucking Katsuki! That would be stupid of him. But his little sister would be, and his Dads would definitely have a spike in stress related security measures. No way he was going back to having Aizawa walk him across the damn street just to get a fucking coffee that didn't taste like ass.

Rubbing his eyes, he felt his phone vibrate. A worried text from Aizawa or Kenichi was what he was expecting, a picture from Blue_Molotov was not. He was hesitant to open it but eventually his curiosity got the better of him. Chisaki stared up at the camera, eyes wide, arms mutilated.

Katsuki deleted the picture immediately, and as much as he wanted to be disgusted by Dabi's actions, or the leagues anyway because there was nothing in the picture saying Dabi did it himself, he couldn't help but feel a bit of sick satisfaction. Hard to be scared of a guy that could no longer use his hand based quirk.

(me) – I know FIRSTHAND he isn't gonna like that

Blue_Molotov – HA really? We are doing this?!

(me) – Well, I won't force your HAND

Blue_Molotov – I don't like to get my HANDS dirty but he needed a lesson

(me) – I think you are right, he seems to be a very HANDS-on learner

Blue_Molotov – You don't think it was too heavy HANDED?

(me) – Gods no! He def over played his HAND!

The dark humour helped, but Katsuki was a little disappointed at himself for sinking to Denki's level of puns. Sighing, he sent a serious text next.

(me) – For real though, are you gonna kill him? Because I might have to report that …

Blue_Molotov – Naw, we are leaving him here for the heroes to have back. He killed one of ours so we needed to send a message, but I thought you would appreciate this

(me) – Don't condone the hijacking but can't say I hate seeing that fuckwad get his. Asshole had his mutant dogs tear me apart just so he could put me back together! I'll be having nightmares about that shit for years!

Blue_Molotov – say the word and I will incinerate him

(me) – naw, let him rot in jail.

Blue_Molotov – when can we meet again?

(me) – on house arrest for foreseeable future, but eventually the father figure will relax … I haven't forgotten our deal

Blue_Molotov – not like I got you any of the information before you were snagged

(me) – but you would have. So I will keep up my end and look into the Dumpster-fire … still nothing illegal

Blue_Molotov – Aww my little aspiring hero, that's fine, do it by the book. You'll still find enough to warrant a deeper look. Now, back to the task at HAND …

Katsuki couldn't help it, he fucking laughed. With that weight off his shoulders he got up and stretched. Back in the common room his eyes fell on Kiri Jr. and the original Red both laying on the floor. Shitty hair had his head laying on the dog as he baby talked him, making the eighty pound pitbull wiggle like a fucking puppy, making little talking noises as if he understood what was being said.

"Oi! Stop trying to steal my dog Ei!" Katsuki growled. Both turned to look at him, stupid grins plastered on their faces with the same head tilt. At least one had enough sense to keep his tongue in his mouth.

"No can do Baku-bro! It is my turn to cuddle the friendliest Bakugou-Aizawa household member!"

"Forgetting Eri is in that household too?" Mina smiled down at him from the sofa.

"Oh yeah. Ok, cuddle the furriest Bakugou-Aizawa household member." He corrected, rubbing the dog behind the ears, it look so good the beast might actually fall asleep just like that. Having seen enough, Katsuki leaned down so that only Kirishima and the closest Baku-squad members heard him.

"Fine. Cuddle the mutt. At least he won't bite." He was close enough to nip Kiri's earlobe making the boy turn the colour of his hair. "I'm going to bed though."

There was an invitation there, and it did not take Mina and Kami catcalling after him for Kiri to get it.

Katsuki found himself sitting on top of one of the taller buildings in ground Beta, it was getting late and he had to start heading back if he was going to make curfew, but he couldn't help but just take a breath and look up at the stars.

The last couple of years had been crazy, but the last six months were the worst … or best depending on how he looked at it. Without all the pain and suffering he wouldn't be where he was but then maybe he would still have Suku by his side and that would have been ok too.

Still he had to ponder the what ifs. A sound pulled his attention from the heavens back to reality n the form of the green haired boy kicking through a piece of building ruble on the ground. Pushing himself to the point he looked to be in tears, which wasn't that abnormal.

"Oi! Nerd, what the fuck are you doing?" Katsuki demanded as he landed lightly beside him, his explosions soften the fall.

Midoriya stopped and looked at Katsuki, eyes still swimming in tears.

"I … I … just wanted to train a bit more. Everything is happening so fast and I can't stay still or I will fall even farther behind." He sniffled.

"Pffft! Tell Allmight to get off your ass already! Fucker had been doing this for decades and he expects you to just pick it up in a year?"

The greenettes eyes are blown wide. Oh, right, he didn't know Allmight had already spilled their little secret.

"Look, I know this is rich coming from fucking me, but you can't just push yourself to the edge and expect everything to be ok. You'll burn yourself out, you'll start making mistakes, and fucking spiral from there."

"Yeah, that isn't you at all Kacchan." The nerd actually gave a small smile. Katsuki punched his shoulder for good measure.

"Yeah well, learn from my fucking mistakes then."

The two started to walk back towards the dorms.

"How did you know about One for all?" Broccoli-head muttered, going into complex conspiracy theories before he glanced at Katsuki, to see the older boy glaring at him. "Sorry." He muttered.

Katsuki shook his head.

"Allmight told me, after he rescued me from the Shie Hassaikai compound."

This time the nerd looked like he was gonna have an heart attack.

"What?! What were you doing there? What happened? Why was that not in any of the reports?"

"Aizawa made sure to keep my name out of it. After the Hag kicked me out in middle school I started living on the street, got in tight with a old Healer named Suku. He taught me a bunch of stuff, I started moonlighting as his assistant, but do you remember that street riot awhile back?"

Midoriya nodded, complete attention focused on Katsuki.

"That was that fucker Overhaul, killed Suku, I was there, watched it happen." He took a moment to look up at the stars again, if only to stop the tears from forming. He didn't need the nerd to think this was a heart to heart. "Anyway, I started collecting information while helping the ones still on the street. Long story short, fucker discovered who I was and gave me a ultimatum I didn't think I could refuse."

"Wait, moonlighting? As a healer? Oh my god! Kitsune?! The name was in all the reports." He went off on another tangent before stuttering to a stop. "Why are you telling me this Kacchan?"

"Allmight rescued me, and told me he hoped I could be your ally. Pretty fucking pretentious if you ask me, like I fucking owed him something. Anyway, he blabbed your secret, so I thought I'd tell you mine. Because I might not owe him shit, I owe you."

"But you would have done the same for me, the sludge villain." Deku argued.

"Maybe. But if we are gonna be fucking equals then we need to start over because lets face it nerd, I was an asshole to you and I am not the same as I was." Katsuki waved off all the mushy talk. "Whatever. Now you know something about me too, so if I start being an ass again just threaten to spill my shit, I am sure the media would love to know that tidbit about me."

Midoriya squished up his nose at the thought.

"I would never." He muttered. Katsuki barked a laugh.

"Yeah well. It's there nerd. But seriously, tell Allmight to fuck off. He might be an amazing Hero but he is a shit teacher."

The rest of the walk was quiet until they reached the front of the dorm.

"Having a nice evening stroll?" Came a dark, deadpan voice. Katsuki and Midoriya both froze for a moment before turning to look at Aizawa.

"Just some late night training in ground Beta." Deku tried to smile but it fell flat at the look on the man's face.

"Curfew was twenty minutes ago." The air grew colder.

"Oh come on! We were on the grounds, not like we snuck out somewhere." Katsuki growled, only faltering a little when those dark eyes landed on him.

"Curfew is to be inside the dorms, preferably in your beds. Not going for a walk."

"Not like you couldn't have tracked us," Katsuki fingered the leather and metal bracelet on his wrist, the one that held the new and improved GPS chip.

"Not the point brat." Aizawa crossed his arms over his chest and stared down at them. Midoriya looked properly chastised but Katsuki stared back at him defiantly. "Three days house arrest for Midoriya, class and then back to the dorm, no where else. Four days for you Katsuki."

"What the hell? Why did I get four?" Katsuki demanded, then added, "I'm already grounded for life, where the fuck else was I going to go anyway Dad?"

Aizawa smirked at him, which made him grumble his way back into the dorm.

Katsuki stood with Kirishima and Kaminari as they all awaited the final results of their provisional licensing exam. He couldn't help but feel his gut twist in anxiety, his brash, unconventional bedside manner might have gotten him in trouble, but surely they couldn't overlook the fact that he aced all the fighting parts, protected all the citizens, kept Gravity-bitch from crushing some extras AND saved Half'n'Half's ass when he was busy having a pissing contest with the extra from the rival school.

Not to mention being rude did nothing to actually hinder his expert first-aid skills. None of those actors knew quite what to make of his quick treatments and assured actions.

Finally the names started coming up on the board. Oh thank fuck! He had passed! With top fucking marks too. Suck it media! He was officially a hero.

Glancing down the names it was nice to see everyone had made it. Well, every one but Round-cheeks and Half'n'half. Have fun with those remedial classes bitches.

Kirishima slapped his back as he and Dunce face congratulated each other. The red-head was almost a given when doing anything with group or partners, but Katsuki found he didn't mind the other starting to hang around even more. Kaminari in particular seemed keen on tagging along, which should have pissed him off but it didn't.

Soft. Soft. Soft. At this rate no one was ever going to be intimidated by his again. He turned and glared at the other students from one of the other schools, they shrunk under his stare and ran away. Ok, well, maybe just his idiots would see him as soft.

"Awwww nooo! I can't believe I failed!" Round-cheeks whined to Deku. Katsuki scoffed which turned her around with a snarl. "And what do you mean by that?" She snapped.

Katsuki smirked and leaned forward slightly, just to make sure she could hear him.

"You nearly killed three civilians, the only reason you got passed the first round was because Deku helped you and you spaced out at that last fight. How the fuck did you think that was going to go?"

Face flashing red, her mouth opened and closed a few times but no arguments were forthcoming.

"Which may be true," Deku rushed to add, "But you just need to take the remedial lessons with Todoroki and then you'll be working in no time."

"Yeah but I am going to miss most of the summer work studies." She mumbled.

Katsuki rolled his eyes. Walking out of the waiting area to find Aizawa he paused when a huge figure blocked his way. Taking a step back so he could look up at the number two hero Endeavour, Katsuki couldn't help but curse his average height because this fucker was huge.

The man held out an envelope, though his face remained impassive.

Glaring at the man with some suspicion to took the envelope and opened it to see an official job offer for the summer work study.

"I was planning on only accepting Shoto. But sense he couldn't be bothered to even pass I am forced to look for another sidekick." He looked down on him, and by the gods Katsuki hated it. "You will do."

"Ohhh, ok you weak-ass …" He stopped himself from saying anything else because he had locked eyes with the man now and neither were backing down. "You'd be fucking lucky to have me!" Katsuki declared as loud as his voice could manage.

"That is yet to be seen. But I do have all summer to squash that pesky ego of yours. I'll show you what it takes to be a real Hero."

That mother-fucking dumpster-fire turned his back on Katsuki.

"You will stay at the agencies apartments during your work placement. Make sure you fill out the proper paper work and be there on time next Saturday morning for orientation." Then he walked away.

Katsuki fumed! He hadn't even accepted yet and the asshole was throwing around orders. The urge to rip up the paper and throw it on the ground was real. Before he did though a large hand clasped his shoulder.

"I see Endeavour has extended you an invite young Bakugou!" Allmight smiled down at him, whist in his muscled form. He couldn't hold it for very long now, but he was keeping up appearances for the sake of the charts and citizens. "I think you would do well under Enji, he has mellowed out as he has gotten older." That was mellowed out?! "And he would be a good one for you to learn how to use your powerful quirk and maintain a high Hero ranking without a high citizen approval."

Oh. So Allmight thought he was just going to be the next Endeavour? True the media still wasn't liking him, but he was working on it. But was he really comparable to that … thing!? That fucking hurt.

Katsuki shrugged off the hand.

"Well, I haven't accepted yet. There are a fuck tonne of others that want me." He growled out, leaving to go vent to Aizawa about the audacity of Mr. Flame-fuck-face. Surprisingly he runs into Shoto first.

"Hey," Katsuki slows as the Candy-cane talks to him. "Midoriya told me my father gave you an invite to his agency?"

"The nerd can't keep his mouth shut apparently." Katsuki snarled, wondering when Deku had a chance to find that out.

"I wasn't going to go even if I did pass," Shoto's face stayed as emotionless as ever but something about his stance seemed tense. "As much as I know he would be able to make me stronger, it takes more then strength to be a hero. Don't go, he …" He paused to think on what he was saying. "He isn't a very nice person."

Katsuki's thoughts slipped to Dabi and his request he had yet to fulfill properly those months ago. Being inside the Flame hero agency would be a prime spot to get that kind of information, not to mention if he could put up with the asshole he could use his clout as a stepping stone. Garbage or not he was still the number two.

"And … if I take the offer?" Katsuki wonders out loud, knowing what kind of father Todoroki Enji was. Shoto sighs.

"Well, if any of us could handle my father it would be you … just don't let him turn you into his type of hero, you are better then that Bakugou."

"Take what I need, and walk away." Katsuki agreed. Shoto gave a nod, and a small smile.

"I should get you to record his reaction when I tell him I am taking my work study with Edgeshot after my remedial courses are done."

Katsuki chuckled as he passed the other boy, finally seeing Aizawa.

"You just let me know when Icyhot!"

"Can you guys believe we survived our first year?" Kaminari flopped over the back of the couch the rest of the squad was sitting on. They were waiting for their parents to arrive to head home.

"Yeah, it felt like it went so fast, but then there was so much scary stuff." Mina agreed. As if to single him out more, she wrapped her arms around Katsuki's shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. He scowled but allowed it, knowing the Pink-koala was near impossible to remove once she got her claws in.

"We need to make sure we do weekly hang outs during the summer!" Kirishima smashed his hardened fists together for emphasis.

"Oooo for sure!" Mina squealed. Her dark eyes narrowing mischievously in Katsuki's direction. "You should invite us to Kenichi-sans house for a pool party. Maybe introduce me to your daddy!" She wiggled her eyebrows at him.

"Oh hell no! Aizawa would kill me if I let Kenichi anywhere near you bastards!" He grumbled.

"I'm just saying, man is finnnnnnne."

"I mean, she is not wrong." Kami agreed with a sagely head nod.

"His ego does not to be stroked by my fucking teenage friends fawning over him." Katsuki threw a pillow at the two of them. The embarrassment of watching the man relentlessly pursue Aizawa was enough to fuel his nightmares. How the man sexualized everything was truly a fucking gift.

"But you will hang out with us right?" Kiri pouted. Katsuki rolled his eyes. His best-friend, freshly minted boyfriend, was fucking adorable.

"Of course! Eight months of fucking house arrest, I am ready to let loose a little. Never thought I would look forward to a walk outside!"

It was true Aizawa had finally relaxed his mother-hen status and Katsuki was reeking the benefits. But he wasn't about to run out and get it all revoked so they had to keep it PG for the time being, which meant the mall and arcade ect.

Just then Aizawa and Eri walked in, with a bouncing Finley in tow.

"Your parents have arrived." He announced. The Baku-squad clambered to their feet. Katsuki helping Mina carry the heaviest boxes out to her parents car, before being cornered by Kirishima's moms. They hugged him and made him promise to come visit before they absolutely melted over Eri.

As the rest of the squad started to break away, Kirishima bounded over to him, grabbing him by the front of his shirt and pulled him in. He didn't seem to care that his moms, Aizawa and Eri could see them as he planted a deep kiss on Katsuki. When they broke apart Katsuki's face was flushed from his neck to his ears.

"Fuck sakes Ei, our parents are right there!"

Kiri shrugged, maintaining his hundred watt smile.

"I'll see you next week alright Kat?" He cheered, as he waved and followed his moms to their vehicle.

Katsuki couldn't think of anything to add so he just gave a small wave. He saw Aizawa smirking at him, which caused his face to turn an even deeper red.

"Oh fuck off." He mumbled shoving his hands deep into his pockets.

The end