SUMMARY: A bit of normality with the boys. It has been three years since Katsuki believed he lost Touya. He's been training hard and so does Hawks. Izuku made a decision to chase his dream to be a hero so he asked his childhood friend for help. Read as the boys give each other a little push to be better.

A SET PLAN

Izuku let out a pained cry as he was pushed onto the ground. He raised his arms to protect his head as the older kids started kicking him, "S-stop it! It hurts!"

"HEY!"

"Whoa! It's Bakugou! Let's get out of here!" said one of the bullies as he turned tail and ran off. The one who still had his foot on Izuku was tackled to the ground. Katsuki pinned him down with one knee pressed against his chest. The blond's raised hand was popping madly as he glared at the older boy menacingly, "FUCKER!"

"Kacchan, don't! Don't hit him!" pleaded Izuku as he sat up.

Katsuki's eyes narrowed at his friend's split lip and black eye. He glowered at the bully who was glaring back at him intensely. He pulled the older boy up and shoved him away roughly, "Get out of my sight! You're dead if I see any of you goons touch him!"

The older boy stumbled, he brushed his blazer and smirked, "So, you're the loser's little bitch, huh?"

"What did you just call me?" asked Katsuki as both hands began popping with sparks.

Izuku grabbed his arm, "Kacchan, don't listen to him! He's just goading you!"

"Yeah, listen to you master and be an obedient guard dog why don't ya?" said the boy as he stalked off, laughing.

Katsuki gritted his teeth so hard they creaked. A growl bubbling up his throat and the sparks growing bigger in his hands. Izuku shook his friend gently, "Kacchan!"

The blond shut his eyes and took in a deep breath. He exhaled slowly and then opened them. He turned to Izuku, "Why do you always get in these situations, hah? Shitty Deku!"

The green-haired boy ducked his head in shame, "I'm sorry."

Katsuki huffed as he grabbed him by his arm and dragged him toward a nearby bench. He pushed his friend down, "Sit."

Izuku watched his friend stomped around to collect his scattered things and shoving his books back into his backpack. He returned stomping his foot angrily and shoved the backpack onto Izuku's lap and grumbled, "Here's all your shit."

Izuku smiled sweetly, "Thank you, Kacchan. I'm sorry you had to come and rescue me, again."

Katsuki huffed and sat down heavily beside him, "I think you should learn some self-defence so those assholes stop coming at ya."

His friend blushed and began twiddling his thumbs like some love-struck loser, "Y-you know I'm bad at physical activities. I don't think I could do it."

Katsuki shoved a hand and roughly ruffled the green mess on Izuku's head, "That's the problem with you! You're too much of a coward to try something you find hard! You know, I won't be around to save your ass! You gotta learn to stand up for yourself! Don't let anyone walk over you like that again!"

Izuku chuckled, "Y-yeah. Okay, I'll try."

The blond huffed irritably as he crossed his arms over his chest, "You said you wanna be a hero, right? Well, you better toughen up, nerd!"

Izuku smiled shyly, "You still think I'll have a chance?"

"Heck yeah! There's gotta be a way for you to be a hero. That big brain of yours could come in handy! You'll find a way, I'm sure."

"Thanks, Kacchan!" said Izuku as he beamed.

Katsuki shoved a hand at his face, "Stop with the annoyingly bright smile. Now, let me have a look at your face!"

Izuku was amazed at how gentle his childhood friend can be sometimes. Katsuki's ever soft hands, because of his quirk, gently prod at the cut on his lip. He stared at Katsuki's serious face, his red eyes studying him and they stopped to look at his black eye. He heard his friend clicked his tongue as he let go of his face. He heard Katsuki whispered, I'm gonna kill those assholes. The blond dug through his bag and took out a first aid pouch, "Here, disinfect your cuts. I'll be back."

Izuku fumbled with the pouch and took out some cotton buds and a small bottle of hydrogen peroxide. There was a compact mirror in there as well that he used to have a look at his face. He flinched at the stung of the disinfectant on his cuts. He used a few band-aids to cover up some of the cuts on his face and hands. He winced at the sight of his swollen left eye. His mom is going to flip when she sees this. There was a rustle of plastic and he turned to see Katsuki.

The older boy took out a bag of frozen peas and shoved it at his face, "Put it over your eye."

"T-thanks."

Izuku hissed as the cold seeped into his skin. He sat quietly, relieved at the cool sensation on his bruised eye. Katsuki was leaning back against the bench, eyes staring at the clouds above. The two boys sat in comfortable silence; the sound of crinkling plastic was heard a few times as Izuku adjusted the pack of frozen peas. It was about ten minutes later when Izuku put the bag of peas back into the plastic bag. He let his friend take a look at his eye. The blond nodded, "It's not as bad as before. Make sure you ice it again a few times when you get home."

The younger boy nodded, "Okay."

Katsuki got to his feet and grabbed his backpack, "C'mon. I'll walk you home."

Izuku frowned, "You don't have to that for me, Kacchan. I can get home on my own."

He yelped when his friend smacked his head, "Shut up and walk, nerd!"

"Ow! Okay, okay! Jeez, you don't have to be so mean!"

"I'm a fuckin' delight. Now move your ass!"

Izuku pouted as he stood up, "Meanie."

He averted his gaze when Katsuki narrowed his eyes at him. The blond scoffed and took the lead. Izuku followed his friend closely. He took the chance to observe the blond. Not much has changed with how he looks but he's obviously gained some height. Izuku felt a pang of jealousy and cursed his short stature. He's noticed that Katsuki has lost most of his baby fat. His chubby face is now more angular, like his mother's. And he has a lean body for being naturally athletic. His friend had mentioned before that he's started training hard to be a hero. He was aiming for UA, one of the country's most prestigious Hero Academy. Izuku frowned when he feels like there's a gaping hole between them. Katsuki's progressing further ahead of him and he couldn't help but felt a slight fear of being left behind.

"Hey, Kacchan?"

Katsuki looked over his shoulder, "What?"

"Can you… can you train me?"

The blond stopped and turned around to face him, "Hah?"

Izuku fidgeted with the strap of his backpack, "Y-you said I should learn some basic martial arts. And since I'm like this," he said as he motioned at his body, "I think I should start with building up my physique. Am I right?"

"Well, yeah."

"So, will you help me?"

Katsuki rubbed at his neck, "I wish I could but you know… I have things to do in the afternoon."

Izuku's shoulder sagged, "You mean your extra-curricular activities?"

The blond let his hand dropped to his side, "Yeah."

"Can't you like, adjust your schedule? For me?"

"I can't. You know how strict the hag is with my schedules."

"Tell her you're doing this for me!"

"Deku, I-"

"C'mon, Kacchan! Please?"

"I'm sorry, but I really can't."

Izuku felt tears prickle at his eyes, "Why?"

Katsuki sighed as he scrubbed a hand through his spiky locks. He thought for a bit and his eyes widened when he got an idea, "Look, how about this? I'll make you a workout schedule, and some meal plans too. I'll start with some easy ones that you can do on your own. Then at the weekend, if I'm free, we train together. How about that?"

He nearly lost his balance when his friend rushed forward to hug him, "Oh, thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I promise I'll follow all of your instruction!"

"You're, ugh, welcome. Now, get off of me!"

He grimaced at the excited sparkle in the shorter boy's eyes as he stepped back. He turned around and started walking, "I'll e-mail you the schedules later."

"Okay!" said Izuku excitedly as he ran to catch up with his friend. He couldn't stop grinning, his body buzzing with excitement.

"It'll be a bit tough when you get started, but don't you dare quit on me, shitty nerd!"

"I promise!"

"Alright, we're going to talk about your quirks. Specifically, your weakness. We're going to discuss your quirk's weakness and how you're going to counteract that," said Kitamura as he wrote down the words 'Quirk's weakness' on the whiteboard. Katsuki frowned slightly while the other trainee beside him let out a long groan.

Hawks buried his face into his arms on the table, "Do we have to?"

"Yes. It's essential for heroes to know their limits and be prepared. So, Hawks. Let's start with you. What's your quirk's weakness?"

The teenager pouted as he raised his head to meet the man's amused gaze, "Weakness huh? I guess… losing my feathers? I'm pretty much useless without them."

Kitamura nodded and wrote down the teenager's name on the board and his weakness, "Bakugou?"

"The recoil from my explosion, especially the big ones, hurt my shoulders… and cold weather makes it hard for me to gather enough sweat to create a big explosion," said the boy thoughtfully.

Hawks propped his chin on one hand as he turned to the other trainee. He raised his other hand to his head level, "Question! Does the sound of your explosion ever hurt your ears? Cuz they hurt mine!"

Katsuki pressed a thumb to the underside of his chin, "Well, I guess my body has some sort of defence mechanism. Like, I feel my hearing gets muted before I release an explosion."

"Whoaaaa."

Kitamura wrote the shared information on the board, "Alright. So, here's what we got. Now let's think about how you can go around your limits. I'd like you to share your thoughts."

"Hawks needs to improve his combats skills," said Katsuki bluntly.

The teenager pulled a face, "I hate close quarter combat."

"Deal with it, feather brains."

Hawks got up from his seat and approached the board, he motioned for the marker from the HPSC agent, "Well, the only thing I got for you is that you need to wear layers during cold weather."

"Obviously," said Katsuki with an exasperated eye roll.

"You're going to have to strengthen your arms so you could withstand the recoils of your explosions," said Kitamura, "And perhaps we'll have the Support Department create something to help reduce the effects of the recoil."

Hawks hummed as he doodled on the board, his tongue sticking out slightly, "I need a pair of goggles."

Katsuki tilted his head, "What for?"

The teenager grinned as his wings twitched on his back, "I can fly real fast now. I don't want any dust catching in my eyes."

Kitamura tapped on a tablet as he made notes, "I'll have the Support Team send one to you. Preferably one with a UV filter to protect your eyes."

"Sweet!"

"While I'm at it, any request, Bakugou?"

The boy stood up, "I need gauntlets."

Hawks turned around, "A what?"

Katsuki grabbed the marker from his hand and started drawing on the board, "I've been making plans for my hero costume. The gauntlets will be used to store my sweat which I could use for a bigger explosion on a later time."

Hawks stifled a giggle, "They look like giant grenades!"

The younger boy scowled, "They're cool!"

"Hmm, can't argue with that. But won't they be heavy? They'll slow you down."

"I planned for it to be made with a lightweight but durable material and it should be strong enough to withstand the heat and pressure from my explosion."

Kitamura was impressed, "I see you thought this through."

Katsuki huffed, "Got a little help from a friend."

"I'll ask the team to make a prototype for you. Hopefully, they could figure out the best material for your gauntlets."

"Thanks."

"Okay, so I thought up of a new training schedule for you boys. We can start on next Monday. I'll e-mail you the details so be sure to check your e-mail," said Kitamura as he gave Hawks a pointed look. The teenager grinned cheekily at him and gave a mock salute, "Aye, aye!"

"Hawks, you're dismissed. Katsuki, stay for a while. I need to talk to you."

"Oooooh, is he in trouble? What'd you do, Kats?"

"Nothing! Now, get out of here!"

Hawks chuckled as he headed toward the exit, "I'll wait for you outside!"

"No eavesdropping!" said Kitamura.

The teenager threw his hands up in mock surrender, "Who? Me? I would never do such a thing!"

"Fuck off already!"

"Alright, alright! Jeez, didn't you learn anything about good behaviour with Mishima-san?"

Kitamura waited for the teenager to close the door before turning to the agency's youngest trainee. He lowered his voice, "Have you thought about applying to any Hero Academy in the future?"

Katsuki blinked, "Well, yeah. I'm going for UA."

The man nodded, "Look, I'm going to be honest with you. As you probably know by now, you don't have to go to any Hero Academy to be a hero since you're already training under the agency. But we do give you the freedom to choose where you'd like to go."

"I'm definitely aiming for UA."

"It's a good academy. Many famous heroes studied there."

Katsuki nodded, "Yeah!"

"Bakugou, what kind of hero do you want to be?"

"The strongest. I'm going to be at the top and beat All Might! I'll win any fight with villains and save the day!"

Kitamura ruffled his hair fondly, "That's a good reason, I guess. I hope I'll be able to see you at the top one day."

"Make sure you don't die, old man. You better quit smoking!"

The man barked a laugh, "You can't keep me away from my nicotine, kid!"

"It's fuckin bad for your health and it stinks!"

"I'll try not to smoke so much, how's that?"

"I'd prefer you quit."

"Promise me one thing, Bakugou."

"What?"

"Be a good kid and make sure you go for your sessions with Mishima-san. I've been hearing a lot of whining from her. She's a really nice lady, y'know? Give her some slack, okay?"

Katsuki ducked his head, ears burning in embarrassment, "Fine!"

"How come you didn't quit school? It's boring anyways with a lot of annoying homework and stuff," said Hawks as he lay on his back on Katsuki's bed. His head was hanging off the side of the bed and he stared at the boy, upside down.

Katsuki sighed for the umpteenth time within the hour since he started doing his homework, "Education is important. Heroes need to be smart. Dumb heroes are lame."

"Well, we get tutors at the agency. So why didn't you go for that?"

Katsuki shrugged, "The hag says she wants me to hang around kids my age, she said it's important for childhood development," he said as he used his fingers to air quote the words, "Or some shit. The agency doesn't have kids. Besides, I need to keep an eye on Deku."

"Huh? Why's that?"

Katsuki paused in his writing and stared at his book, "Because he's quirkless and he gets into a lot of shit. The shitty nerd has a lot of bad luck on him."

Hawks rolled over to lie on his belly. He propped his chin on both hands with his elbows resting on the mattress, "How long have you guys been friends?"

"Since we're two? Maybe three? I don't really remember," said the boy as he shook his head. He continued writing in his book, "His mom and the hag are old friends from school."

"And I'm sure his name isn't really Deku, right? Why'd you call him that? It's kind of mean of you, Kats."

He noticed the boy's ears turning red and he smirked in amusement, "So what's the reason?"

"I read the kanji in his name wrong when I was little, and it kind of got stuck on me."

"Oh? Or is it your revenge on him for calling you Kacchan?" teased Hawks. A grin split the teenager's face when his friend tensed and his whole face burned red, "Aaaaawww, that's so adorable!"

"Shut up!"

"Katsuki-kun, you got a call from Izuku-kun!" called his father's voice from downstairs.

"Be there in a sec!" said Katsuki as he put down his pencil. He pushed his chair back and glared at Hawks who was still grinning at him, his feet kicking the air. Katsuki's hands let out a small spark, "Wipe that shitty grin off your face, feather brains!"

"All right, Kacchaaaan!"

Katsuki stomped out of his room. His father turned to him as he stomped down the stairs, grumbling about his winged friend. Masaru smiled, amused at him, "You're in a good mood."

"You call this in a good mood?" asked Katsuki as he swiped the phone receiver from his father. He barked at the boy on the other line, "What do you want?!"

"Oh, uhhh, hello Kacchan. I-is this a bad time? I can call you later."

"No, it's fine! Why'd you call?"

"Okay. Umm, I wanted to know if you're free tomorrow? It's the… the weekend. And you said... you said… umm."

"Spit it out, shitty nerd!"

"Yousaidyou'llletmetrainwithyouintheweekends!"

"I've got something to do tomorrow, the hag wants me to go to a shoot," he replied. He could hear the disappointment from the other boy and sighed, "But I'll be free on Saturday. So be sure you're free on that day!"

"O-okay! I guess I'll see you then?"

"Yeah, yeah. Did you do all the stuff I asked you to do?"

"I did! It was really tough for the first two days; I'm not used to exercise this much and my body's all achy… but I won't give up! I wanna be strong!"

"Damn right, you better not quit! If there's nothing else, I'm gonna go finish my homework."

"Ah! I almost forgot we have homework! Thanks, Kacchan! Good night!"

"Yeah, whatever, Deku."

He put the receiver back on the telephone and turned around to see Hawks walk down the stairs with a wide yawn, "Alright, I'm gonna head out."

"Already?" asked Masaru as he looked up from the newspaper he was reading.

"Yeah. I'm wiped. Today's training was a little tougher than usual."

"Why don't you stay over? You can use the guest bedroom," said the man of the house.

Hawks shook his head and raised his arms, "No, no! I appreciate the offer though. Really! I just can't stay over tonight. Got some files to go through. Hey, Kats! I'll see you next week!"

"Whatever. Ow! What the fuck was that for, you old hag?!" screeched Bakugou after his mother whacked his head.

"Hawks-kun, wait! Here, take some of these!" said Mitsuki as she gave him a bag.

"Oh, that's nice of you but-"

"Just take the damn gift, you idiot!" said Bakugou. He yelped when his mother elbowed him in the ribs. Mother and son sent death glares at each other.

Hawks bowed as he took the bag, "Thank you, Mitsuki-san!"

Mitsuki smiled fondly, "You be careful out there. Text us once you reach home, alright?"

"Sure! Good night, and thank you for having me!" said Hawks with a wide grin on his face.

The air was knocked out him as he landed on his back. Izuku's eyes were wide as he stared at the shadow looming over him, "Get up!"

The boy whined, "Can we take a break, please? We've been at this for a while!"

Katsuki wiped at the sweat on his face with the front of his t-shirt, "Fine!"

He pulled Izuku up and they walked toward the back porch of the Bakugou residence. Mitsuki had left a few bottles of water on the table for them after shouting at her son not to make too much noise with his shouting. She also yelled to him to take it easy on Izuku before she went back inside. Katsuki was tempted to flip her off but he wised up and thought against it. Better to avoid the wrath of his mother than be the receiving end of her temper. The boys each grabbed a bottle and guzzled down some water and then let out a sigh simultaneously.

"Your stance wasn't very stable so that's why it's easy to knock you down," said Katsuki as he met his friend's eyes.

Izuku nodded vigorously, "I understand. By the way, can you show me again how you managed to flip me over your shoulder?"

"Have you any idea how many times I've done that?"

"Seven? I think."

"Fuckin' nerd, I was being sarcastic!"

"Oh? Hahaha, sorry!"

"Don't apologize! Look, the trick is how you use your opponent's weight. You use their own weight to help you shift the momentum of your throw. You get low, below their centre of gravity, grab them and follow the motion of their movement to throw them down, get it?"

Izuku was nodding his head vigorously and Katsuki had a moment to wonder if it's going to roll off his shoulders, "Though you still need to build up your strength so you could throw bigger opponents down easily. I'll show you how to throw an opponent next week. Today, we're going to focus on your stance and balance."

"Okay!"

Mitsuki sighed as she watched the boys from the kitchen window as she prepared dinner. She wouldn't admit it to her son but she felt great pride on how much he's grown. Yeah, he's still an annoying shitty brat. But he's been less annoying nowadays. Though, sometimes she couldn't help but feel worried when he starts to get so intense with his training. Her heart jolts whenever he comes home battered and bruised but her little man always stood so proud. He'd tell her not to worry and proved that he's fine, again and again. She did get calls from concerned teachers about his injury and she had to explain that her son's been training himself to get ready for UA. Though, it's still a good five years away.

Inko has been calling her a lot lately too. The woman was flustered when her Izuku had started asking her to prepare meals according to a meal plan her brat had shared with him. She was glad that Izuku wanted to eat a healthier and balanced diet but she was so caught off by the sudden request. And then Izuku started going out for morning and evening jogs. The confused woman had called her to ask for clarity and also to send her thanks to Katsuki for helping her son.

Mitsuki winced as she watched her brat tackled Inko's boy. She hoped Inko wouldn't have a heart attack when her son gets home all bruised, "Damn brat should hold back!"

She jumped when she heard her husband chuckle beside her. He put an am around her shoulder and pulled her flush against his side, "That's our boy. He never takes things easily. Always so intense. Just like a certain someone in this house."

Mitsuki pursed her lips, "Are you talking about me?"

Masaru grinned, "He takes after you more than me."

The woman huffed, "I just hope Inko didn't rain hell on me later."

"Sweet Inko-san?"

"Hah! You've never seen her pissed off! She can be scary as hell when she wants to!"

"I can't imagine."

"Anyway, help me set the table, won't you, honey?"

"Yes, dear," Masaru left her side and got to work. She winced again as Izuku was tackled to the ground , she's going to pray to God and hope Inko wouldn't rain hell on her later.

"Thank you for the meal!" said Izuku as he sat beside Katsuki.

"I hope the katsudon I made is up to your standards, Izuku-kun," said Mitsuki with a smile.

Katsuki grumbled, "Auntie's is better than yours though, ow!"

Mitsuki tried to keep the smile on her face after giving her son a kick under the table. Masaru cleared his throat as a warning, "So, Izuku-kun. Why the sudden interest in umm," Masaru paused and glanced at his son, "Martial arts?"

"I want to be a hero! Like Kacchan!"

Mitsuki raised a brow at his answer, "A hero, huh? So, planning to go to UA too?"

"Yeah! They have the best hero courses there! Though I may not be able to go for Hero Class because I'm quirkless, but I'm sure I could get into either Gen Ed or Support!"

"I'm helping the nerd to get a better chance to pass the physical exam," said Katsuki as he chomped down on his meal, "I don't have to worry about his written exam."

"Don't talk with food in your mouth, brat!"

Her son glared at her as he made a show of chewing and swallowing his food. Masaru cleared his throat again, a second warning for the mother and son. He smiled at Izuku, "Well, I wish you the best Izuku-kun. Do your best!"

Izuku nodded vigorously, "I will!"

"So, what kind of hero do you want to be?"

"I wanna be a hero who comes to the rescue and win a fight with a smile. Like, All Might!"

"That's good. We'll root for you!"

"Kacchan and I will be the best heroes in Japan!"

"Oi, remember, I'm gonna be number one!"

Izuku grinned, "I know you will. I'll be number one in the other department!"

Katsuki rolled his eyes and continued to finish his meal. The conversation shifted to other topics he's not interested. He only talked when a question was thrown his way. After dinner, Izuku helped him washed the dishes, even though he told the nerd to leave it to him. The idiot insisted to help, saying that it's his way of thanks for the meal. Katsuki rolled his eyes and let the nerd do whatever he wants. By seven, Izuku was taking his leave.

"Be careful!"

"I will! I'll call once I get home! And thank you again for the meal!"

"Oh, don't mind it. It was a pleasure to have you around."

"I'm off! Goodnight!"

The Bakugou watched the boy ran toward his apartment a few blocks down the road. Katsuki held back a yawn as he rolled his stiff shoulder. He headed for the stairs, "I'll be in my room."

"Alright. Good night, son."

"Oi, brat! Don't forget this," said his mother as she handed him a bottle of water.

He mumbled his thanks and brought it upstairs with him. He put the bottle on his bedside table and he sighed as he landed face down on his bed. He hadn't been this exhausted in a while. He lost some rest time because he promised to train with Izuku. Maybe he should rewrite the nerd's weekend training schedule and squeezed more rest time for himself. Besides, a good rest is important for heroes too. Maybe, he'll take a short nap and then finish up his history essay after a snooze. Yeah, that sounds like a good idea. He yawned widely as he pulled a pillow to his chest, snuggling into it. It didn't take long for him to doze off, exhaustion winning over him.

Hawks sighed heavily as he dropped the thick manila folder on the coffee table. His head was aching and his body felt stiff. He flopped on the sofa, throwing an arm over his tired eyes. He's been tasked to read a number of case files to help pinpoint the suspect of a recent stream of murders of young boys. His stomach rolled uncomfortably at the case's MO. The culprit targets boys between the age of eight to twelve. All the victims have either light brown or blond hair with brown eyes and angular face. He couldn't help but think of Katsuki when he looked at the victim's photos. He assured himself that the boy didn't fit the culprit's MO, his eyes being red and all.

He'd sent his feathers as far as they can reach to pick out information from the streets while he was going through the files from his apartment. It was draining but Ichikawa said using his feathers for information gathering was good training to enhance his quirk. He was getting better at feeling the vibrations in the air. It took a lot of mental effort too to both control the feathers and decipher the vibrations. He let out another sigh and checked his phone. He had a text from his guardian, informing him that he'll be over with dinner. He scrolled down and go through the other texts from the other agents who wanted updates on his progress with the case. He typed a quick reply and then tossed the phone onto the case folder.

He stood up stretching. He yawned and scratched at his chin as he headed toward the kitchen to pour himself a glass of water. He leaned against the counter and held the glass in his hand as he took tentative sips. A few of his scattered feathers returned, coming in through the window he had left open. He let them return to his wings and he flexed his wings to ease the slight ache he felt. No useful information for him. He washed the glass and put it on a rack to dry. He stared at the kitchen in boredom, "I wonder if Ichikawa's bringing home some Yakitori tonight."

Hawks frowned, why couldn't he get rid of this ominous feeling in his guts. He shook his head and headed to the living room. Might as well distract himself with some games while he waits for dinner.

A/N: Thank you for your support everyone!