Notes: Surprisingly, I got a few requests to continue this. So, here you go.

Also, this chapter probably isn't very exciting or funny. (Katsuki's perspective.)

Also, also, I'm still working on my main story.

Mismatched 2: Unresolved

Bakugou made his way to the park near his apartment and spotted Midoriya standing where he said he'd be standing. He'd had a chance to think about it and he decided that stupid Deku-chinko must have been right. They'd definitely swapped penises temporarily. But if that was the case, did that mean that his penis had spilled the beans to Midoriya too? Was that why Midoriya had texted him?

"Hey, Kacchan."

(That idiot Deku's already blushing. That must mean my stupid dick told him everything. Honest dumbass prick,) Bakugou thought. "You wanted to talk?"

"Yeah. Something really strange happened earlier and I'm hoping I wasn't hallucinating," Midoriya said.

(Great! He just gave me an escape route. I can just deny everything, especially if my dick told him about my feelings,) Bakugou thought. He just kept up his poker face.

"You and I may have been affected by a strange quirk when we were trying to stop that group earlier today," Midoriya went on.

The freckled man stopped short and was just looking at him for a while, so Bakugou kept up his disinterested expression.

"No idea what I'm talking about, huh? Nothing strange happened to you this afternoon?"

"If you've got something to say, then out with it, Nerdface," Bakugou said.

Midoriya frowned and looked away. "I see. So it must have been some sort of hallucination quirk after all. I guess we won't know until someone actually catches those guys. They were pretty slippery."

"I know they were slippery. I was there," the blond snapped at him. "You called me all the way here to tell me something as mundane as that? I haven't even had dinner yet."

For some reason the green-haired man perked up after hearing that. "Really? I haven't had dinner either. Let's go out."

Bakugou watched the younger hero turn red again and he almost smiled outwardly. (Why is he so fucking adorable?)

"What I mean is, I'll treat you to dinner and we can talk about this case," Midoriya corrected.

"Fine. Whatever. Let's just go."

...at a nearby restaurant...

Midoriya had his notebook out, looking between it and the menu. He didn't seem to know which he wanted to address. "I've been taking notes on what I've been told about this group of vill—"

In the middle of his statement, Bakugou took his notebook and put it aside. "Let me make this easy for you. Food first. We'll talk while we wait for it to be brought over."

"Oh, right," Midoriya said with a nervous laugh. As he glanced over his menu, he snuck a peek at Bakugou, then looked back at his menu.

(I saw that,) the blond wanted to say out loud, but decided not to. Because how would he have seen Midoriya if he weren't looking at him as well?

"Um, Kacchan. I wanna ask you something."

"What is it?"

"We don't normally patrol the same areas. What were you doing there?"

(Did that fucking cock tell Deku that I follow him during my patrols? If he wasn't my own dick, I'd kill him! I didn't want Deku to know about that. And I could get in big trouble for leaving my patrol area,) Bakugou thought. "Overlap, I guess. I had no idea you were covering that area," he lied.

"But normally—" Midoriya began.

The waitress came over and interrupted their conversation. "Are you guys ready to order?" she asked.

"Actually—" Midoriya tried to say.

"Yeah," Bakugou cut off his dinner companion. He started ordering and prayed that Midoriya would forget what he'd been talking about earlier. Then he just watched as the freckled man ordered as well.

Once the waitress left, Midoriya tried to begin again, "Like I was saying, normally patrol routes don't overlap that much. You were way—"

Bakugou slammed Midoriya's notebook down on the table in front of him and glared at him. "Tell me about these villains."

The freckled man frowned, picked up his notebook and flipped to a page. "Okay. They're calling themselves The Wildcards. They're a group of small-time villains, really. Wanted for multiple counts of disturbing the peace, trespassing, littering, public use of quirks without a license, loitering and jaywalking. Normally the police would be put on a case like this, but their quirks make them difficult to capture."

It all sounded like a bullshit waste of time to Bakugou, so it was hard to take any of this seriously. But then again, those 'Wildcards' had eluded capture even when two of the greatest up-and-coming heroes were involved. "Any word on their quirks?"

"Well, one of their quirks is a complete mystery. He's the leader of the bunch and he goes by the name Random. Sounds like his villain name has something to do with his quirk, so it'll probably be hard to pinpoint. Next is a woman calling herself Funhouse. Her quirk is Funhouse Mirror Illusion. She can apparently imbue items with her illusion so that when those items touch people they make their vision distorted like a funhouse mirror. She usually works in combination with this next guy. He goes by the name of Partyman. His quirk is Streamers. It's just what it sounds like. He's able to shoot streamers from his fingers. He's where most of the litter problems come into play. Last we have Rash. His quirk is Itchy Touch. That's another self-explanatory one. If he touches you, you start itching where he touched you. It's just uncomfortable though. Nothing dangerous."

Bakugou felt like he might fall asleep after listening to Midoriya's little report. But if he knew his childhood friend... "You wanna see them in action again, don't you?"

"It was amazing! I mean, did you see how Partyman and Funhouse worked together? They found an elevated position, Partyman let his streamers fly and as they were coming out Funhouse managed to add her illusion to them in an instant. The streamers tagged everyone in the area and we all became disoriented enough for them to make their escape. It was really impressive. And when I first heard about Rash, I thought that he was only able to affect people if he touched them with his hands. It seems any skin on skin contact with him makes the victim itch. I don't even know what to think about Random. I don't know what his quirk does or how it's activated. I can't even begin to imagine how it works, but if it's some kind of hallucination quirk, that can be pretty dangerous on its own. In combination with the others, however, it could possibly be downright deadly," Midoriya muttered. "Thankfully this group only seems to be interested in making mischief."

The blond just watched Midoriya for a while. The younger man had started jotting down scenarios as he was mumbling to himself. Bakugou didn't want to admit it, but he'd always found Midoriya's muttering kind of cute. "Fucking nerd," he muttered. "I'm just hoping someone's captured them by the time we're on patrol tomorrow. Those guys are fucking annoying as hell."

"Well, that's one thing about them. They rarely show up in the same area consecutively, so we probably won't even see them tomorrow," Midoriya said.

"You sound disappointed, Deku."

"In a way I am. I mean, technically, they defeated us. All of us."

Bakugou growled. "No way! Bakugou Katsuki never loses! I'll go out and blast them all to death, then use their fucking streamers to hang what's left of their annoying corpses from lampposts til the cops come and drag them off to the morgue!"

"Kacchan, that's really no way for a hero to talk," Midoriya murmured.

"Fine. I'll go out and blast them all to unconsciousness, then use their fucking streamers to hang their annoying comatose asses from lampposts til the cops come and drag them off to prison. Better?"

The freckled hero chuckled. "Still violent, but yes, better."

That little chuckle had been so cute that Bakugou could barely contain the smile that nearly took over his own face.

The two chatted over dinner and despite Bakugou's protests, Midoriya walked with him back to his apartment. Actually, those protests were still going on.

"It's less than a block away, Nerdface. I can get there on my own," Bakugou said.

"So, the only person you stay in touch with from UA is Kirishima?" Midoriya asked, completely ignoring what Bakugou had said.

The blond groaned. "Yeah. I mean, every now and then I hear from Sero and Kaminari, but that's about it."

"I can't believe it took you two whole years to start calling them by name."

"Yeah, yeah," the blond mumbled. He was a little afraid to ask if Midoriya was still in touch with anyone from high school. He knew that the freckled hero and Uraraka had been close for a long time. (They're probably together by now. I wouldn't be surprised if they live together,) he thought. He stared down at the sidewalk, his hands shoved into his pockets. "What about you?"

"I try to meet with everyone as often as I can."

"Figures."

"Tokoyami and Todoroki have been training together for a while now. Aoyama, Mineta and Sato want to start their own agency together. Oh! Speaking of Sato, he asked Asui to marry him and she said yes! Exciting, right?" Midoriya said.

Bakugou rolled his eyes. "Why are YOU so excited?"

"Well, romance is nice, don't you think?" Midoriya asked quietly.

"Tch!"

"Jirou and Yaoyorozu started dating. And I'm sure you already know that Kirishima and Ashido are dating. Ura—um...," the freckled hero stopped short.

Bakugou looked at Midoriya out of the corner of his eye. (I knew it. He's dating Uraraka. If that was the case then why didn't his stupid penis tell me about them? And what was all that shit about him liking me and getting excited when I'm around?)

But the only thing he could think to say at the moment was, "You gossip like a girl." Looking up at his apartment building, he sighed. "Well, we're here. You can go now."

"A-alright. Goodnight, Kacchan," Midoriya said, simply looking at the blond.

Something seemed weird about the silence between them at that moment. (It's almost like he's waiting for a kiss. Nah, that can't be it. Maybe he's just waiting for me to say something.) "Yeah." It was the best he could do. He'd never been one for greetings or farewells.

But at least that seemed to do the trick. Midoriya turned and headed toward his own apartment building. And Bakugou was left there, watching the younger hero walk away.

Unfortunately, as Bakugou lay in bed, he couldn't get visions of Midoriya out of his mind. That adorable blush. That adorable muttering. That adorable chuckle. It all caused his blood to rush through his veins faster than he wanted it to. And his heart rate had to keep up somehow.

And on top of it all, it was way too hot under his covers. He kicked them off his bed only to discover that he'd unknowingly pitched a tent at the crotch of his pajama pants. "Unbe-fucking-lievable!" It wasn't the first time Midoriya had given him a hard-on, but after the day he'd had, he didn't want to have to deal with it.

He felt annoyed as he reached inside his pajama pants and through his boxers to pull himself out. He'd already jerked off earlier that day and now he was about to do it again. After a long sigh, he snatched some tissues from the box on his nightstand and aggressively began tugging on his stiffness. (This is fucking stupid! I don't wanna fucking do this right now!)

The blond wasn't really sure why he was so aggravated, though. He'd jerked off more than once in a day plenty of times. (It's all that stupid chinko's fault!) he thought, teasing his testicles a bit as he kept stroking his length. (He never told me about Deku's fucking girlfriend. That fucking dick got my hopes up for nothing!) And even though he was sure he'd go soft just thinking about it, it did nothing but make him harder.

"De-Deku...," he heard himself murmur. His movements became more and more hurried and he barely had enough time to catch his seed with the tissues he'd taken out. It wasn't his first angry masturbation session, but it was definitely his most tiring. He almost instantly fell asleep.

"Kacchan, please! You have to hurry!" Bakugou heard Midoriya's voice calling to him in the early morning as he drifted in and out of sleep.

"Hm?" he groaned.

"Kacchan, wake up! Please!"

"How the hell did you get into my apartment, Nerdface?" Bakugou grumbled, his eyes still closed.

"It's an emergency, Kacchan!"

Bakugou sat up and looked around for Midoriya, but he was nowhere to be seen. "Was I dreaming?"

"It wasn't a dream. Just hurry!" the voice pleaded.

(That's definitely Deku's voice,) the blond thought. (Is it coming from—? No way!) He snatched off the covers and looked inside his pajama pants. "You again?!"

Sure enough, it was as he suspected. Deku-chinko was back and he was whimpering and wiggling around inside Bakugou's underwear.

"What are you doing here?" the blond asked.

"Later. First, I need the toilet. Please hurry, Kacchan," Deku-chinko whined.

"Seriously?" Bakugou asked. He barely felt any pressure in his bladder, so why did this chinko seem so desperate?

"Um, you may have to help me hold it til we get there. I don't think I can do it on my own," Deku-chinko said quietly.

(This dick has got to be over-exaggerating,) Bakugou thought. But as soon as he stood, the little chinko started to leak.

Deku-chinko gasped. "K-Kacchan, help!"

"Okay, so you weren't over-exaggerating," the blond said. He gave the chinko a light squeeze to help stop the leak, then made his way to the bathroom.

Some little spurts still escaped during the trip, but Deku-chinko seemed overjoyed to have the relief he so desperately needed. "Thank you, Kacchan. I almost wet the bed. That would've been really embarrassing."

"It's fine. Whatever. What are you doing here?" Bakugou said. He was determined not to acknowledge how cute a relieved little Deku face looked.

"Ah. That. Well, you see, I'm not entirely sure," Deku-chinko said.

"Hah?"

Notes: This is turning out to be more than I thought it would be. There's going to be another chapter at some point most likely, but as you can see, this one unintentionally showed up out of nowhere almost 3 months after the first chapter.

In other words, if you actually like it, I'm sorry. It'll be a while before it's updated. If you don't like it, then you're in luck. You won't see it updated for a while.