Chapter 4

'Thought's

Flashbacks

Quirks

Izuku just finished taking a shower before he through on some loose clothes and walked outside. He was walking down the sidewalk, earbuds in, listening to a song he couldn't care less about. It let him ignore the sounds of the city around him letting him think about the past month. He and Katsuki made plans for U.A. and how to get there. They needed two things:

Good grades and strength.

It made things a little difficult when Izuku skipped a lot of school but he was able to cram in a whole semester worth of studies in a three days then make up his missing assignments in five. He had no life so it was easy to make everything up, as sad as it is.

It has been about a month after he came back to school and he had some of the top grades in class. Second to Katsuki of course.

'Hn, blondie gets mad every time someone surpasses him in even the littlest of things.' Izuku thought with a small smile. 'I'll let him feel good now, then completely defeat him in the finals. He'll have no chance.'

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...Yeah Bakugo isn't the only competitive one.

Back to the point, he and Bakugo needed training. So they went looking for as good spot to train at and soon enough they found a place.

A dump!

It may not sound interesting, but it actually the perfect place for the two to train. Blowing trash up or crushing it with telekinesis and lifting any broken appliance to a pile which they would take to a recycling center. It's also good practice for Bakugo, as he needed to at least try to be a good person.

But hey, at least he only glared at people who bumped into him on the street instead of screaming "DIE" and calling them extra's. Just murderous glaring.

Izuku sighed and took out his ear buds before walking into the dump, already hearing the explosions and screams of rage.

"DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE…" Bakugo raged as he slammed his palms into piles of trash and blew them up.

"Ugh, what happened now?" Izuku huffed as he walke towards the explosive teen, rubbing a hand through his hair.

Bakugo growled and smashed a lamp onto the ground before stomping on it multiple times. "I don't have anger problems!"

Izuku rolled his eyes. "Sure you don't."

"Eh!" Bakugo yelled as be turned to Izuku. "Name one time, that I! HAD! ANGER! PROBLEMS!"

"Just now."

Bakugo stuttered in response before he clenched his fist. "We're sparing, right now!"

"Fine." Izuku sighed before he floated three feet off the ground. "Let's go."

The two boys charged towards each other and when they clashed, the ground below them cracked as the trash around them was blown back. Bakugo made a grab for Izuku, but the green hair boy leaned back before raising his hand and blasted Bakugo back. Quickly resetting himself in the air using his explosions, Bakugo blasted towards Izuku again.

Clenching his fist, Izuku pulled his fist back and slammed it into the ground, sending spikes of sand and earth up in front of him. Not letting up, Bakugo blasted the spikes apart before he landed back onto the ground and ran towards Izuku.

Izuku breathed out as he let Bakugo reach him and throw a punch. Before Bakugo's fist could hit him, it stopped, seemingly hitting a barrier. Bakugo growled as he sent a fury of explosive punches into the barrier. After a minute of rapid punches Bakugo stopped and kneeled over, breathing harshly.

Izuku floated back onto the ground and put a hand on Bakugo's shoulder. "What's this really about?"

Bakugo shrugged the hand off and walked towards the shore, plopping down.

"Come on, Bakugo." Izuku said abouts he walked over to the blond. "I won't stop asking and you know it."

"Fucking fine!" Bakugo yelled. "My fucking parents tried to trick me into seeing a damn shrink!"

"That doesn't seem so bad."

"They lied, saying we were going out to eat and just brought me to the damn therapist!" the blond yelled, glaring at the green haired boy. "Like what the fuck!"

"Oh~, that's bad" Izuku said, eyes slightly widened.

"No fuckin shit." Katsuki muttered as he put his head in between his knees.

Izuku breathed out before sitting down besides his 'friend'.

"They could've asked instead of trying to fucking lie." Bakugo muttered.

"They may have been afraid that you would act like this." Izuku pointed out. "And unlike me, they don't have the ability to make barriers to stop your fits."

Katsuki growled causing Izuku to sigh for what felt like hundredth time today.

"They want to help you, you know that right?"

"..."

"You know that, riiight?"

"... I know." Katsuki groaned as he fell on his back.

"Do you want to stay here for a bit and keep training or go home now so you can talk to them?" Izuku asked.

"I should go now, any longer and they may call the cops to look for me." Bakugo said as he stood up and dusted off the sand from his pants.

Izuku looked at him confused. "Why would they call the cops?"

"Cause I ran out the therapist place as soon as they brought me in." Bakugo stated simply.

"..."

"What?"

"You dumbass!" Izuku shouted as he stood up. "There's probably cops looking for you right now!"

"Whose side are you on!?"

"The side where common sense is actually fucking get common!" Izuku yelled. "Now come on, let's get back to your house without the cops spotting us to you won't be in as much trouble."

"Fine." Bakugo huffed as he crossed his arms, glaring at the floor.

Izuku sighed, again, before he walked out the dump with Bakugo following. After carefully avoiding every cop car and officer they saw, getting strange looks from people, they finally made it to Bakugo's house.

Bakugo sighed before looking at Izuku.

"Go on, blondie. Knock."

"Fuck you and fuck that name." Bakugo muttered.

The blonde hesitated before he finally knocked on the door. Rapid footsteps were heard before the door was ripped open by Mitsuki

"Katsuki!" Mitsuki shouted. "Where have you been!? Your father is still out looking for you."

"..." Bakugo didn't say anything and looked down.

"We almost call the police to help look for you." Mitsuki sighed and brought the boys in. "I'll call your father and tell him your back."

Izuku sat on the couch as Bakugo leaned against the wall, still crossing his arms and looking down. Mitsuki left the room to call her husband. After she finished she walked back in.

"Sweetie…" she started.

"I'm not fucking mental!" Bakugo suddenly yelled. "You could've asked me if I wanted to talk to either of you, but no! All you did was try and hand me off to someone else so you didn't have to deal with me!"

"Katsuki that's not…" Mitsuki tried to say, but Katsuki wasn't finished.

"Oh, bullshit! It's no secret you fucking hate me!"

"Stop!" Izuku shouted, stepping in. "Bakugo calm down, you know they care about you. You said it yourself."

Bakugo clenched his fists before shouting. "I don't fucking know anymore!"

The front door was opened quickly as a man with brown hair ran in. "Is everything alright? I heard… shouting?"

Masaru Bakugo was home. And the first thing he saw was his son glare at him like he wanted him dead.

"Uh, Katsuki what's…" Masaru started, but was interrupted by his wife.

"Honey, I think we should've asked him if he wanted to go."

"No shit Sherlock?!" Katsuki shouted. "How long did it take you and Watson to figure that out?!"

"Katsuki" Masaru said sternly, something he rarely ever did. "Listen to me."

"No!" Bakugo shouted as he gripped his pants legs.

"Son, take a deep breath." Masaru said. "You're angry and I understand why. I should've been a father and maned up to talk with you instead of trying trying trying to trying to get someone else to help you."

"..." Izuku slowly slid out the room and into the other. This was a family moment and he shouldn't interrupt.

"Whatever you may think, we don't hate you. We never did and never will." Matsuki said calmly as she walked towards Bakugo, Masaru doing the same.

"Now come on son. In and out." Masaru instructed.

Bakugo breathed in and out before he finally calmed down, enough so his parents could get near him.

"I think we should all have a talk. As a family." Masaru stated as he guided his son to the couch, Matsuki following.

"Fine." Bakugo grunted. "Izuku, go home. I'll see you tomorrow."

Izuku quick and awkwardly speed walked out of the house. Even after he threw a fit, Bakugo never forgot to make he feel awkward as many times as he could.

(Two Weeks Later)

It's been two weeks since that incident and everything had been going… adequate. Bakugo still refused to go see a therapist, but he said if he still had issues by the end of the school year, he'd think about it.

So, in short, he just said "hell no", but in a nice way. Baby steps, baby steps. But, Bakugo was getting nicer.

"Die motherfucker!"

…Well as nice as Bakugo could get.

Izuku hopped backwards just as Bakugo slammed his fist were he once stood. Contrary to what most would think, Izuku's strongest power wasn't telekinesis, it was his ability to dodge. Bakugo couldn't touch him and when he was able too, he was already tired out to do any real damage.

"God! BANG Damn it! BANG Hold! BANG Still! BANG" Bakugo shouted over each explosion he sent Izuku's way.

And Izuku was just fucking around now. "Missed me. BANG Missed again. BANG Are you even trying? BANG BANG BANG!"

Bakugo growled as he lunged forward and started his barrage of explosive punches. On the bright side of having to chase Izuku down so he could hit him, he got faster and a lot more stamina to chase the elusive green boy down. His arms hurt like hell afterwards though, explosions don't come cheap.

"Here comes my final attack Kacchan." Izuku grinned as he landed on top of a trash pile and lifted his hand in the air.

Bakugo smirked and rolled his shoulders. "Bring it Deku."

Large piles of trash lifted into the air before they compressed into multiple orbs of trash when Izuku clenched his hand. Izuku smirked as he let his hand fall, making the trash speed towards the blonde. Bakugo took a deep breath before he rapidly hit the trash every time they got close to him.

After he finished destroying the final trash orb, Bakugo fell to a knee, gasping for air as he held his shoulders.

"Good job Bakugo, you lasted five minutes more than you usually do." Izuku said as he hopped down from the trash hill.

"Hell… hell yeah!" Bakugo huffed before he shakily stood up. "I'll let… let you off easy… today."

Izuku smirked. "Thanks for that buddy."

Bakugo stumbled a little before he regained his balance. Or he thought he did at least. Izuku was secretly using his quirk to help him stand up straight.

"Let's go get something to eat, I'm starving." Izuku said.

Bakugo shook his head, still trying to catch his breath. "We… we smell like shit. Let's get… a shower first."

Izuku stood still, smelling himself, before covering his nose. "Yeah, you're right."

"Wanna meet me at that dango place?" Bakugo asked, finally catching his breath.

"Sure." Izuku said as he turned and started to walk home. "See you later."

"Yeah, see ya." Bakugo said as he turned and immediately fell forwards, barely catching himself. "Fuck!"

Izuku snorted as he plugged his earbuds back in, but not before he heard Bakugo shout.

"I heard that fucker!"

Izuku chuckled before his smile dropped from his face as his indifferent look settled back onto his face. He could at least act happy around Bakugo and his family. Sometimes he really was happy with them, but other times he could barely force his smile back on his face.

At least he rarely felt like human garbage like he used to, no pun intended.

That was a good thing… right?

(One Day Later)

Izuku walked into the hospital and got checked out. Once he got his pass he went up to the room he hadn't visited in months.

His moms.

Taking a deep breath, Izuku opened the door and walked in, shutting it behind him. He quietly pulled a chair over to the hospital bed and sat in it as the heart monitor gently beeped. Izuku gently grabbed his mom's hand and held it in between his own two. He felt his body shake as the tears started to roll down his face.

"I'm sorry mom." Izuku choked out. "I'm so fucking sorry."

Izuku spent the rest of the day in the hospital room, holding his mom's hand. He eventually was able to calm down enough so he could tell his mom what happened while he was gone. Even though she probably couldn't hear him, it still felt good to talk to her.

He missed out on so much time with her, he won't let that happened ever again. She would be ok. She would be ok. She would be ok.

AN: So a lot happened in this chapter. Bakugo raging about his parents lying to him about and Izuku being helpful just in time to fix it as the family talked it out. I hoped you all liked that btw. I always thought that Bakugo secretly thought his parents hated him him or something along those lines.

Anyway, the training showing Izuku's dodging skills. And the, uh, 'reunion' with his mom, if you want to call it that. Anyone else tear up, cause I did. Other than that sadness, I hope you about all enjoyed.

And I also have a message that I sadly need to tell you all. This story is taking a hiatus after the USJ arc. Im going to school soon and I wont have enough time to write. Im so very sorry, but my other story is something that I really want to focus on during school. The story shall return, when, I'm not sure. But it will come back. Welp, Ash Out.