- Day 1 -

Bakugo Katsuki's ears were still ringing from Aizawa's harsh words dealt to him and Midoriya for fighting at Ground Beta, past curfew. The two delinquents were left with the final threat that if they got into the slightest skirmish during their house arrest, they would be expelled. Once being escorted back to their dorm building, Bakugo stormed ahead of his loser classmate to take the stairs up. He had no desire to be in the same elevator with Deku, lest they start arguing about shit again.

The jokes that his classmates had about their teacher Aizawa being like a dad rang true in a whole new way now. Their head teacher was strict, and didn't try to look like he was remotely on their side. No wonder Katsuki's mom got all starry-eyed and weepy in knowing that the higher ups at UA would knock more sense into him. To be brutally honest, his dad was nothing like Eraserhead. His old man was sometimes embarrassing, in just how soft-spoken he was. Slow to anger, and hardly liked to fight. His mom, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. There were days Katsuki wondered if they married each other for their qurks too, despite all their lovey-dovey talk.

That was why the spikey blonde looked up to the pro heroes for his motivation. His mom had to call it his biggest obession, or one of his biggest fixations. His way of keeping calm.

Katsuki did have his ways, but he also had a temper, and the tendency to literally blow things out of proportion if things didn't go his way. His way. Because he was that way, overly sensitive and struggled to understand emotions or people. Because he was messed up in the head. Katsuki never thought like how normal people do. And that...

That made him feel weak.

His parent's told him otherwise. He dad told him it was okay to feel the way he did. Katsuki just processed things differently. But his mom reassured him that he could get better with some practice since he was 'high functioning'. That if Katsuki tried to control his feelings, the world wouldn't bother him so much. So she encouraged him to take his fascination with heroes and to become a great hero himself. (Which really was just to curb his passion for blowing up the things he didn't like.)

Katsuki ultimately translated that into becoming better than All Might, of course, and studied everything about heroes, about quirks, and hero strategies. Everything! His number one priority was to be ranked the best in his class, then all of UA, and ultimately top the pro-hero charts to surpass All Might.

All Might had accomplished the same path and stayed Number One for like ever! For just as long, the Number Two had also been Endeavor, but no one ever said that they wanted to be like that fearsome flame hero when he was growing up. It wasn't because of Endeavor's rough personality that turned Katsuki off (afterall, he was just as aggressive), it was the fact that hero never surpassed All Might on his own terms.

And now, now Endeavor was defaulted to the number one spot because All Might retired! Because Bakugo was kidnapped! It was devastating that allthe explosive teen was publicly known for these days amounted to completely humiliating situations.

How could he think of himself as a hero now?

Bakugo finally reached his room, completely seething again. After entering inside, he slammed the door loudly to express his ire.

On his desk to the left, the light of one small desk lamp that had been left on illuminated the wall above. That wall was where he hung his only poster of All Might, a limited edition print of the hero in his prime. But everything he knew about his idol now felt turned upside down and so fucked up by the reality that he was told. It reminded him again that 'Bakugo Katsuki' was not good enough to be considered hero material. Swearing, Katsuki tore the poster down from the wall, balled it up, then violently set it ablaze in his hands.

It was so fucking not fair. So unfair! Why? Why? Katsuki couldn't help but let that reality needle him again, as he started to pace. He clenched and unclenched his fists, to feel the sharp sparks of his explosions build and be snuffed out against his palms.

All Might really was.. gone. The Number One's powers weren't even his own… just something that could be passed around to quirkless losers.

What Deku told to him earlier about his quirk really was true, because All Might finally confirmed it. It still didn't sound fair though! What he understood now was that it didn't matter how powerful your quirk was if you didn't have the right heart. The spikey blonde had more passion about being a powerful hero that he knew what to do with! Just because he had a hard time understanding people...

He growled, gripping his hair for a moment before flopping on his bed. He felt so disgusted, so irritated, and yet... so tired of trying and failing at being 'normal'.

And then, a knock was heard at his door. He only had one neighbor, since the corner room to the left of his was vacant. He decided that was just how much the UA directors had perceived him as a social threat, combined with the violent nature of his quirk. His classmates didn't know it was because he was autistic, mildly so, but… he didn't want them to treat him differently. Ever.

The hothead just blankly stared at the ceiling, feeling so tired of everyone and everything going against his pursuits.

But then, another knock.

"Hnn… fuck off!"

"Hey.. it's me..." After another long second, a couple more knocks.

Bakugo groaned, then willed his sore, tired body to move. It being Shitty Hair was not the reason why he decided to get up. Nope. The grumpy teen opened his door just a crack to state his wishes loud and clear, as he wasn't in the mood. At all.

"I said FUCK OFF!" Bakugo sneered, then pushed his door closed.

"Hey, wait.."

Make that attempted to shut the door. Someone's rock hard hand was gripping the door frame, blocking him from closing it.

No.. no, no, no…

Scowling, Bakugo opened the door again just enough to see his classmate standing there in a navy blue T-shirt and grey sweatpants. Somehow, the blonde's tired mind had to think how much better his stupid classmate had looked when that damn hair wasn't gelled up.

"What.. happened?" The redhead asked, once they made brief eye contact. But then he glanced down, clearly noticing Bakugo's many bandages on his arms and face. Despite this, the rock hard hero kept his hand firmly in place on the doorframe.

"None of your fucking business!" Bakugo spat back, leaning against his door in resistance. His persistent classmate was trying to push it open now!

"Mouth says one thing, but face says another, bro..." Shitty Hair's observation caught Bakugo off guard, just enough for him to succeed in pushing through to get inside.

Pissed that his unwarranted thought about hair had most likely affected his expression, Bakugo glared for a long second at his comrade. "...go away- just go away!" he grumbled weakly, still not sure how to process this sudden invasion. Since fighting was out of the equation now, the awkward blonde angrily turned away from his friend. Bakugo sat down on his bed with a huff, rubbing his face in surrender.

"What happened?" Kirishima walked in and asked again, but more carefully now that he was aware of Bakugo's banged up appearance.

"Suspended… I got fuckin' suspended, with house arrest... okay?" he leaned his elbows on his knees with his eyes on the floor.

"For?"

"Fighting, stupid," Bakugo looked up at him.

"Right… with Midoriya?" That guess came too quickly.

"... until Aizawa broke us up," he confirmed that question with his own stretch of the truth. Since the retired-hero-now-teacher's story was not public, Bakugo had promised he would keep Yagi's connection with Deku a secret.

Kirishima seemed to be stuck on that thought as he stood there at the foot of Bakugo's bed. "Why?"

There was an ever longer pause as Bakugo stared at the redhead again. That question, that damned question that he really did not have a preplanned answer for, because he wasn't ready for this yet. More importantly, why was Shitty Hair sticking up for that nerd? He sighed, gazing across the room at his desk. Regardless, the blonde had to reduce the suspicion at all costs. After twisting his mouth, Bakugo finally settled on something else to deter the topic from his stupid rival.

"Actually…" Bakugo straightened up some more as he looked up to ask. "Why did all of you risk your stupid asses in Kamino to save mine?"

"..wha.. why?!" Kirishima suddenly sounded defensive as much as he did confused about the switch on topic. "Because, remember..? We felt that was the right thing for us to do. We were told at the camp to keep you safe! ...but we didn't."

"Yeah...that's why you are all so fucked up!" Bakugo jumped up off the bed to grip his classmate's shirt. "I didn't need to be saved!" he spat out the words. The real anger ran deeper... his own self-loathing for his inadequacies.

Because he hated feeling he was the one who needed help. Katsuki wasn't weak. He wasn't stupid, hopeless, or misguided. Even though the blonde would admit to being a bully and had argued with his classmates about morale, a villain he would never become! What pissed him off the most was that he got caught by those half-assed villain wanna-be's. His near fatal mistake was the most unforgivable thing, even if Yagi said his actions weren't to blame. "It was all my fault I got caught! My fault-"

"Hey, it was just as much as our fault for not stopping them!" Kirishima quickly refuted, trying to share the blame again. Yes, it was now a rehashed, old argument at this point too. "Look, I told you. It wasn't Midoriya's idea to save you... it was mine!"

"Still doesn't change anything!" Bakugo seethed, as hot sparks began to spit and pop from his fisted hand under Kirishima's chin. He had already figured out their operation earlier from their police reports, so he knew that already. Kirishima just had that really irritating habit of covering for him.

"Was that why you got into a fight with Midori-" Kirishima pressed, not at all intimidated.

"Just. SHUT. UP. Or else..." the hothead's other hand began to glow menacingly, because Bakugo wasn't confident that his friend was taking him seriously.

The Crimson Riot fan boy growled back, accepting the challenge to test his endurance. "Try me!"

It was so tempting, except the hothead reluctantly decided it wasn't worth getting kicked out of UA for. "Fuck it…" he conceded by dropping his smoking hands. No fighting with Deku meant no fighting, period. Bakugo stepped away in disgust.

Kirishima caught him, keeping the blonde from turning. The presence of a hand on his shoulder left him feeling suddenly on edge again and his fists clenched.

"Seriously though… are you okay? I mean… your scores have been going downhill… especially today-" his friend's voiced concern threw his emotions back into another enraged top-spin.

"GET the fuck-" Bakugo shouted, swatting the hand away. None of his classmates had been bold enough to ask him that before. That was because he made sure they did not. Bakugo didn't want them to worry about him, ever. Honestly though, he never really felt okay ever since last semester when that fucking nerd bested him.

The red-haired teen harshly glared at him in return with his scrutinizing, beady red eyes.

"WHY do you care?!" Bakugo continued his rant, his face hot with emotion as his temper flared. The rebellious blond still struggled to understand why this guy had such a crazy admiration for him, even when he was at his worst.

"Because… " Kirishima's words came out slowly, heavy with conviction and the courage it must have took to say them. "Because... I'm.. worried about you, bro."

Bakugo clenched his jaw, sucking back air through his nostrils as his anger simmered. He didnt like being pitied, but Kirishima had that way of suddenly making it difficult for him to argue. Just the way he didn't compete against him was.. unusual. Everyone else did, and they made that clear. Before meeting this sharp-toothed redhead, the blonde had always perceived life as a dog eat dog world. He no longer had any patience for people, because they eventually would just turn on him. So instead, everyone became his canon fodder before they had the chance.

"You don't NEED to be!" Bakugo finally shouted back in retaliation. It was getting to be too much to process, really. "I can figure it out-"

Then it happened almost too fast. Kirishima moved in, growling as he literally butted heads with Bakugo. His friend's hands gripped either side of his head, holding him against his forehead. Naturally, the rebellious blonde tensed up, feeling so conflicted about his personal space being invaded like this again. He hated people touching him, especially without any warning.

"Why are you so stubborn ? Didn't you learn anything from today?" the redhead argued in return.

Bakugo gripped Kirishima's arms tightly, wanting to wrest away from this unexpected invasion of space. That was almost like the question that fucking villian asked. It's like being trapped. He was trapped again.

How can he- He can't be trapped! He couldn't breathe-

Katsuki was suff- no- no, no... his classmate was safe... safe, not danger. His heart still pounded in alarm, from feeling Kirishima's warm breath against his own face, and the feel of fingers in his hair, the fingertips digging into his scalp. He could practically smell the subtle spicy scent from the redhead's deodorant. His fear of this kind of intimacy wrestled violently with his suppressed longing for comfort. His past trauma made it hard to know the difference, so his first reaction was always to fight it. But...

"...how.. could I forget it…" the blond finally choked out the words. His sweaty hands squeezed Kirishima's forearms tighter, at the same time feeling his classmate's skin harden underneath. Small sparks escaped and popped from his palms, but he did not push the redhead away just yet. Bakugo closed his eyes, just because seeing his friend's face at point blank was too much. He had to calm down, breathe. He was feeling so much- he hated feeling so much. This made him feel so... vulnerable, open.

"It's something to learn from. I know... from my own experience..." Kirishima whispered, almost sounding like he wanted to say more but he fell silent. The redhead still didn't let go, and it was starting to make his panic subside.

This whole day was a fuck up he wish he could forget, or do over. It continued to grate at him how Kirishima's and Dunce Face's chivalrous teamwork, was what set their scores apart from his own. He lost the majority of his points to those pissy, fucking rescue assholes complaining about how much he didn't care. His loss was the painful truth, and Yagi's words from earlier reinforced it.

"You got this, bro," Kirishima whispered for added emphasis, just because he had that way of talking to him. "It's not game over yet!"

The spikey blonde finally had enough and pushed away. Ugh, he hated his friend. And saying 'thank for' stupid, sappy shit like that was something Katsuki did not do liberally. He wouldn't be surprised if he had a red spot on his forehead too.

Kirishima just waved his hand, interpreting Bakugo's sentiment in his own way. Right… he still had a chance for another round, to win.

But the redhead doesn't leave, dammit. Instead, he took a seat, sitting backwards on his desk chair.

"I am really tired..." Bakugo hinted, flopping backwards heavily on his bed. His nerves were not as on edge, but he still felt plenty irritable.

Stupid Shitty Hair ignored that though. "I just realized something… Midoriya's able to fight with his power now, without hurting himself?"

"What kind of question is that?" The blonde sat up to scowl at the crimson-haired one. Why can't he stop bringing up that damn nerd? His nosey friend did make a good point though… because Bakugo had fought Deku straight up, without any of that fucking fancy support gear. He did feel as though Deku was holding back though, which could have been why he beat him. But, if his rival was in more pain than him right now, that damned thought made Bakugo smile sinisterly. "...yes, he fuckin' can. We weren't allowed to see the old nurse either."

"Well, least you didn't get in a fight with him during the testing today!" Kirishima mused, his big, toothy grin glinting in the dim light. He had crossed his arms on top if the seat now, to rest his head on them.

"Because I'm not that stupid... I learned that lesson," Bakugo fell back on his bed. Knowing that the half and half idiot also flopped the exam didn't really help his own plight. He was so done with this topic.

"Right, emotions shouldn't cloud our judgement."

"..."

"Don't forget about the lonely chopstick!"

He sighed. It was a stupid story about teamwork that Kirishima told him after they were comparing their test scores earlier that day, but it was effective. A multitude of chopsticks cannot be broken, but one by itself can. Plus it's really hard to eat with one chopstick.

"How long are you grounded?"

"Four. Fucking. Days."

"Same for Midoriya?"

Bakugo just snarled.

"He's not grounded?" the redhead's question sounded tired.

"No… he is," Bakugo lifted his head just long enough to explain. He happened to notice Kirishima's eyes were half-lidded. "I'm stuck with him for three fucking days!"

"Good times!"

"Cleaning."

"Nevermind..." he yawned.

His friend didn't have anything else to say that time, but he still sat there as if thinking.. or falling to sleep. That left Bakugo staring at his ceiling, exhaling audibly. It was becoming apparent that his friend was just coaxing him into talking. But he rather just go to sleep already now that his fire had died down.

"Hey… I still gotta wake up at the ass-crack of-" the blonde rose up to his elbows, only to notice that Kirishima fucking dozed off. His eyes were shut and there was even snoring. Already.

Fucking stupid Shitty Hair…

He didn't say anything more out loud as Bakugo quietly got up from his bed to walk over and kneel down by his friend. The redhead hardly twitched when he poked his arm once. Such a foolish idiot, to have let his guard down around him this much.

Straightening up, the explosion lord bared a wide toothy grin as he lit up his palms before clapping them together to create a bright, startling explosion.

"Ho… Shit!" Kirishima jumped up backwards from the desk chair, hardening his arms as he held them up in front of his face in defense.

Bakugo chuckled lightly, happy to have succeeded at finally getting that much of an alarmed reaction out of Mr. Red Rock.

"You, go to bed already.. back in your room," Bakugo ordered, thumbing in that direction. Only because he was also worried about getting caught about having friends over. It wasn't stated, but the way that Aizawa said that he and Deku couldn't get notes or homework from the classes they had missed until after their suspension sounded like they could not visit either.

"Alright…" the redhead stood up, yawning slightly as he shuffled out. "Going. Good night."

Bakugo just grumbled in return, closing the door, and then making sure it was locked before heading back to crash into his bed.

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Why was there so much shit in these couches? When was the last time these fucking things were cleaned!? WHO did the cleaning last time….? Bakugo continued his internal rants about the whole process as he thrust the hose to his vacuum in between and under the couch cushions. The sound of debris rattled up the plastic into the hose, making him swear some more. What is all this fucking crap! Did the others do this on purpose?

He was naive to think that cleaning this place was going to be an easy job. Well, not after what he saw on their daily 'to do' list. In addition to the general cleaning, there were special jobs too. He furrowed his brow, deciding to make something more out of this shitty work.

"Damn… the last one to finish vacuuming, has to clean the bathroom!" the blond declared.

"But... Kacchan," the fucking nerd already had to disagree. Of course. "We're supposed to split all the cleaning jobs."

"Stop calling me 'Kacchan'!" he shot back over his shoulder. And then there was that nickname again. "And you're doing the toilets. I'm not going to!"

"But.. but that's not splitting evenly!" Deku continued to refute.

Ugh, when did he get the nerve to talk back so much now? "Like they're GOING to NOTICE?!"

"You're raising your voice…" the green haired teen turned around to warn him. He did notice the boy glance nervously to the far side of the room where a spycam bot stood in the corner. Apparently, the damn thing thought it was hiding. Talking with each other was fine, but as soon as it became a shouting match, it was going to send an alert!

Bakugo snorted. His next response sounded more like a yelled whisper as he faced him. "Shut up, or you're cleaning the toilets with a toothbrush!"

"… THAT'S UNSANITARY!" Deku blurted out loud, glaring at him with wide eyes and a scowl.

"I said SHUT up!" the blonde hushed him, resisting the urge to also bap the idiot. "Not with your toothbrush, stupid… tch."

"It's still unsanitary!"

"Wear gloves and a face mask," Bakugo turned back to the couch he was vacuuming out. Was he really that stupid?

"It'll be your turn tomorrow."

"Whatever…" he pounded the couch cushion back into place.

They had finally finished with the vacuuming, and moved on to the kitchen. While the kitchen staff had cleaned up the food prep from breakfast and washed the dishes, they were told to leave the rest for Bakugo and Midoriya to finish up. That meant they were to dry and put away the dishes, wipe down the counters, and mop the floors. Joy.

He grabbed a dish towel and picked up a bowl from the stack in the dryer racks. It was mostly dry, so they proceeded to wipe off any remaining water droplets.

"Why do you want me to stop calling you 'Kacchan'?" Midoriya asked while carefully stacking up his bowls on the counter.

"Because we are NOT kids anymore," he stated rather simply. No one else at UA identified him by his childhood nickname, so it was really embarrassing to still be called that.

"But.. why?"

Bakugo just glared at him with his trademark Look of Death that otherwise told people to Fuck Off.

Except it didn't send shitface packing this time. Ergh.

"It's just that you haven't picked an approved pro hero name.. and you don't want 'Bakugo' to be your hero name either, so… what will you put on your provisional license?" Deku thought out loud. He moved on to drying the cups.

"Hnn… " he just scowled. "No... thank YOU for reminding me that I don't fucking HAVE a license yet!"

Midoriya just winced slightly, but that proceeded with his own train of thought, regardless. "Maybe if.. if you change it to just be 'Lord Explosion'? That sounds cool."

"I'm not going to take any ideas from you!" Bakugo loudly resisted the suggestion. He actually was thinking of that one, but to have Deku call it out was just as deflating as it was flattering.

"The others have been calling you names like Blasty McSplo- "

"Deku, dammit… shut up!" the blonde really just wanted to think about his own name, on his own terms, by himself. But no… not if he was saddled with stupid nicknames from his classmates.

"I still like the Lord of Explosion."

"Rrgh…" Bakugo finished drying and putting away the chopsticks and spoons in a huff, not feeling the victory of getting that task done first. He turned to make the bleach water to wipe the tables and counters with. Getting to the other side of the dining area, away from his tag-along looser classmate, sounded so much better now.

That worked for a few blessid minutes, until the nerd came out to mop the floor. Apparently, something else was bothering the little shit, because he started mopping next to Bakugo.

"I just keep thinking about your question… about why I lost to you last night," freckle face started again. "Then earlier today about my kick... that was it, right? I'm not fast enough yet. You were still able to predict my attack."

The blonde just paused wiping to look at him with an audible sigh.

"How can I beat you?" Deku asked next.

It was a bold question, a very daring, gutsy one.

Bakugo just twitched his eye, finding that to be very unbelievable to hear. "That's something you have to figure out yourself!"

"Is it about your weaknesses?"

He just stared at him, with the 'of course' written rather plainly. He wasn't going to discuss what those were, though. That would be stupid!

"What's next?" Deku sighed, picking up from the table their 'To Do' list detailing the cleaning assignments.

"Bathrooms, nerd," Bakugo tossed the wash rag into the bucket. He had pretty much memorized what they had to do for the day.

"No… after that," Deku frowned at the list. "Lunch duty..with grumpy cafeteria ladies?" All he could fathom was that they didn't want him and Deku talking with the others, if not possibly eavesdropping on what assignments they had been missing. At least it was just lunch and dinner. Breakfast was just still cleanup afterwards.

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The intense warmth from the bathwater did feel good on Bakugo's sore and bruised muscles after such a long day, but the pain that settled into the abrasive-like burns on his arms became too much. He did his best to tough it out as long as possible, but he finally succumbed to the misery. The blonde bolted from the hot water and grabbed for his towel.

Bakugo wanted to be the last one in the bath, just so no one would fuss over him for looking the way he did. Sure, they were victorious battle wounds, but the reason he got them made him feel sick now. He still felt like a loser, because he didn't exhibit the heart of a true hero.. who wants to save . That's why he had to work harder at meeting, and exceeding that!

After securing his towel around his waist, Bakugo made a beeline to the sinks to cool off his arms. His right cheek also took a lashing too from that One-for-All Wonder-Boy, but his arms hurt the worst. As an added benefit from his mom's side, the hothead didn't get burnt from his own fiery explosions very easily. This burning feeling he had now, however, wasn't something he was used to. They weren't true burns, but some kind of wierd abrasion, something that felt like a rug burn, caused by Deku's super quirk.

The shock of very cold water on his red, hot flushed skin just made Bakugo swear even more. His hands sizzled as a coping mechanism, until the cold water tamed them. God, yes… that was his quirk's weakness. He hated being cold, because then it was harder to work up the explosive sweat.

That was when he noticed that the shitty broccoli-head had come in and stopped at the row of sinks. He was wearing his All Might pajama bottoms, his shirt folded up on the sink counter. Deku apparently was there to check on his bandages and scrapes now too. Bakugo didn't want to think about it, but that pathetic nerd was covered with so many scars on his arms… it was sad.

Knowing that actually made the blonde feel better about his own plight.

"That looks bad..." Deku stated carefully, taking a couple steps closer to Katsuki.

"M' fine!" he shouted abruptly as he pulled his arms from the water. The cold water and cool air on his damp skin gave him the chills, otherwise making him feel a little less adequate.

"I'm sorry-"

"You better be, dumbass… after all this fucking damage: you lost!" Bakugo seethed, shaking out his numbed arms. He stopped to look at his abrasions, only to suddenly freeze. There was someone else at the sinks now.

Icyhot came in to brush his teeth at the last sink, all the while giving them that 'well, this is interesting' look. It was almost as if he came on purpose to monitor the situation.

"You saw nothing!" the spikey blonde felt even more on display, realizing he was still in his towel with all of his pathetic injuries on display. That settled it… he decided he better wait until it was super late tomorrow night until going to the bathroom.

"Are those.. burns?" The question was in reference to what he saw on Bakugo's arms.

"Yeah, you could say that," Deku answered for the hothead, regardless.

Bakugo just gave both of them his disapproving glare, and without another word, he left to find his clothes.

"Does the infirmary have any Alocain?" Half and Half suggested after spitting, somehow implying his own personal wisdom to that truth.

"Oh… I think I have that in here!" Deku suddenly brightened, sliding over to his own personal first aid kit.

Don't fucking need it… so don't even... just don't even think I need it! Bakugo stubbornly thought to himself as he overheard them. Once he got dressed, he sat back down on the bench by the lockers to sort through his small collection of gauze and bandages.

"I'm just going to leave this.. here.. for you," Deku spoke softly, setting the bottle on the bench next to him. Then he slipped away just as quickly.

The blonde glared at the offending bottle, annoyed that his mental plead did not work. Sighing another time, Bakugo continued with the wrap of gauze on his left arm. He had applied some antibiotic ointment beforehand, and was going wrap it back up. But… Bakugo's eyes slid back over to look at the bottle again. What made it so damned special, anyway?

Dropping his strip of gauze, he picked up the white bottle to read it.

Tch… for wimps who can't handle the pain or the scarring . He was about to yeet it, but that damn thought Shitty Hair had told him about teamwork stopped him. One chopstick alone could be broken easily, but more than one joined together became stronger than steel.

"Dammit Deku…" Bakugo gripped the bottle, finally giving in and flipped open the lid. He wasn't going to to loose to teamwork anymore.

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AN: I'm sure a bunch of fanfics have already been done on this Bakugo vs. Midoriya storyarc, but the headcanons I got on what they could have done during their housearrest had to be done. Plus I added my AU idea that Bakugo is autistic (as well as Shouto, in a different way). More shenanigans with the others are yet to come after this.

Thank you for reading!