'A Bakugo Carol'

It was 10 P.M. when the explosive teen had decided to head to sleep. He exited the washroom after his aggressive session of flossing and continued down the hallway; right up to his room. The door swung open and slammed shut as he entered. He walked forward and fell into his messy bed. The young man didn't even bother to slip under the covers despite having left his window open where cold air was blowing in. It'd been a long day for Bakugo; having to sit through boring classes in anticipation for the break, having to be called down from what he was doing to sit in the lobby, trying to be persuaded by his peers to spend his day tomorrow getting a 'stupid' tree.

He didn't care about getting a tree or 'bond-building'; those had been the least of his concerns. What he had wanted is to not be caught up in what he considered a 'waste of time.' Anything that had to do with Christmas in fact was a waste of time to him. Whether it be picking out a beautiful tree, sitting with family by a warm fire, or wearing revolting Christmas sweaters Bakugo didn't want any part of it. He behaved like such a downer whenever it came to Christmas; it was as if he was like Old Man Scrouge, or as Denki suggested earlier, 'The Grinch who hates Christmas.'

This wasn't always the case though. When Bakugo was younger he enjoyed taking action in Christmas traditions; he found them exciting. He would love eating Christmas cookies, watching movies about 'The Christmas Hero, Santa!' Bakugo was especially fond of waking up on Christmas Eve to receive presents later that day, hoping he had bragging rights over what amazing things his parents would get him. Even in this time of year he still kept his trademark 'Bakugo pride'; he often would wish for big presents, as he felt he deserved them for being 'cool.' To Bakugo, Christmas was a wondrous joy.

However, as Bakugo grew he slowly resented Christmas; casting it aside. As he became older his punk and pride became a rebellious attitude. He felt as if he no longer needed to take part in holidays; he spent these last few Christmas' with his gang of goons fooling around and making fun for themselves instead of spending time with his family. He lost his Christmas spirit over time. In short, as well with his needing to appear 'cool' there were certain events that made the boy more bitter about the blissful holiday.

Soon enough would Bakugo go on a journey that would persuade him to reconsider his previous decision of not participating with his class on a field trip.

Time passed, young Bakugo was silently sleeping. All through the dorms, not a creature was stirring, not even Koda's rabbit, on this fateful night with young Bakugo being stricken with bitterness beyond habit. The ghosts of old were sick of the way he was leading his life, they decided to take him on a trip that cold night. The blonde boy had been deep in his sleep; he was so caught up in his dreams that he started to roll across his bed; wandering through the world in his head. At midnight, a specter had infiltrated Bakugo's sleep and warned him to stay wary tonight. It did of no use however, as a land of slumber gave no fright. Soon enough would the rotten boy awaken from a peculiar dream to a mystical odyssey. One that would teach him of Christmas policy.

In an hour from midnight would it have begun.

Across the room there was mumbling, Bakugo's name was being called out.

"W-wha.." He opened his eyes slowly. He lazily took a glance around the room, trying to focus on where the faint whispers of his name were coming from. "W-who's there?" He called out groggily, sitting up. "I swear if you're fuckin' pranking me, Kirishima.." The half awake boy took a second and more thorough look at his room; he was met with quite a surprise upon further examination. From across his dim room he spotted a short figure who had been creepily standing there, smiling at him with peculiar innocence.

"Kacchan!" The figure called out with a childish voice. In a near instant, Bakugo had slipped out of his bed; wearing a face of anger. He knew only one person that called out his name like that. 'Kacchan' was a nickname given by Izuku Midoriya when the two were younger, Izuku always addressed him by that and nothing less. Bakugo did not think very well of such a name. He knew this had to be Izuku, though something was different; something he couldn't put his finger on.

The now angered boy ran up to the oddly short figure; he stopped in his tracks, making sure not to bump into the annoyance. His hands slowly lit and created an explosion. Bakugo used this as a poor source for light to get a better look at Izuku. "Deku, you fucking weir-" His face of rage turned to shock when he did indeed get a better inspection of the emerald haired boy. Bakugo slowly backed up in disbelief at what he had just seen. "What the hell.."

There, standing in Bakugo's room was Izuku Midoriya. However, he was not the Izuku that Bakugo knows; or at least had known. He was much shorter than before and looked at least a decade younger. "You're not.." Before he could finish, the figure interrupted.

"Izuku Midoriya?" They answered, chuckling. The petite child took a step closer to Bakugo.

"I'll blow your fucking head off if you get closer, short-stack." Bakugo threatened with confidence, standing his ground.

"Katsuki Bakugo," The mysterious child called out. "You sure are a quick one to jump down the hostile path."

"I don't know who the fuck you are or why you look like that asshole, Deku. But I sure as hell know this, I don't appreciate you waking me up while I'm trying to get some damn sleep!" The ill tempered boy raised his voice at the child. This did not seem to intimidate him one bit; which seemed very out of place.

"I do indeed look like young Izuku to you, do I not?" The obscure figure headed over to a writing desk and took a seat in Bakugo's comfy chair. "Sit. We have much to discuss." Ordered the Izuku look alike.

"Hell no!" Bakugo replied, "You come into my room, wake me up, and order me to sit down?" As established earlier, Bakugo was not one to take orders so lightly. "You're lucky you haven't been turned into dust, no-name."

"I am Kako." Answered the inexplicable child. They gave Bakugo a pure smile as the heated boy became confused.

"'Kako'?" He asked. "Sounds like how you pronounce 'past' in Japanese."

Kako nodded. "That is true."

"Shitty name." Bakugo said, insulting the sneaky child.

"Well," Kako rebutted. "Bakugo doesn't sound like a 'hero' name." The being let out a youthful snicker. "It sounds so basic and lame." Hearing this angered Bakugo; he didn't take insults from others very lightly. Most people who had tried to make fun of the bitter young man ended up with either injuries or complete humiliation.

"What do you know about names?!" His hands lit up once more; small explosions were fired up at the ceiling, causing burn damage. "You're named after a fuckin' word!" He extended his arm and pointed at the kid who still wasn't intimidated in the slightest. Kako was not even paying much attention to Bakugo. He was reading Bakugo's alarm clock, staring at the time; it was as if it was the most important thing in the entirety of the world to him.

"Bakugo," Kako called out. "Would you care to take a look at the clock?" Bakugo turned his head and gazed at the digital clock. It read 1:00 A.M. He became confused as to why he was asked to do such a thing. In fact, he was wondering why he was even listening to the tiny intruder.

"It says one A.M., so what?" Bakugo looked back at Koka, who was still glaring at the clock. The boy didn't answer to Bakugo's question. Bakugo became even more annoyed at the fact that he was being ignored. "Hey!" He called out. "I asked you why the hell you want me to look at a clo-"

"It is one in the morning, Bakugo." Koka shifted his view to the heated blonde. "Time has not passed for quite a few minutes."

"Great, you show up and now my clock is fucking up on me." He clenched his fists and turned to the clock, ready to strike it.

"Striking the clock will not fix it." Informed Koka. Bakugo slowly lowered his fist and turned his head; glaring down the boy with a look of frustration. It appeared that he had calmed down a bit, perhaps it was because he felt this situation was all too odd. He wanted to find out what was going on.

"Just how the hell do you know?" He crossed his arms.

"Because it isn't the clock that stopped." That comment made Bakugo raise an eyebrow; now he was clearly confused. He was unsure of what to make to this situation. He woke up to find a bizarre child who suspiciously looked like Izuku, the child's name is the word 'past', and his clock; which usually worked fine was now malfunctioning. "It was time."

Bakugo halted. His expression changed from enraged to outright shock. He stared at Koka, who was staring back at him with a cheeky smile. Although he found his statement ridiculous he didn't bother to reply; it was as if Bakugo had believed Koka's words were the truth. He was in quite a bizarre situation, perhaps it was a dream? It felt all too real to be a dream.

"Who the hell are you..?" He asked hesitantly, keeping an eye on the boy. There weren't many things in life that could scare Bakugo; he did not even find himself in fear even in the most life threatening of situations, such as when he had been kidnapped by the League of Villains. However, this boy who looked like a younger self of a rival that could seemingly stop time made every nerve in his body freeze as if he was in extreme cold.

"As I stated earlier, I am Koka." the boy answered. "The ghost of Christmas past. Were you not warned at midnight through your dreams?"

"..." Silence followed the reveal. To Bakugo this was too absurd to have been a dream. Not only did he not have any knowledge on anything of this 'Christmas past', but he also hadn't even heard the term up until now. He may have also remembered a dream he had before being awakened; he was indeed warned, but did not want to admit to it. Instead he cast it aside.

"That is.. so dumb." The blonde boy replied, regaining his punk attitude he had before.

"Hey!" Koka stood from his chair and pointed up at Bakugo; having to look up at him due to his size. "That's not a very nice thing to say to someone who's been nothing but nice to you! No wonder we're here to help you get your act together, you punk!"

"So there's even more of you little shits hiding around here?!" He spun, scanning his room for any other spiritual children. "Come on out!" Bakugo shouted.

"Would you stop yelling?!" Koka hypocritically screamed. Frustrated, Bakugo turned and looked Koka dead in the eyes. He wanted to know what the being's true nature was for being here.

"Fine." He arrogantly obeyed. "But you're going to tell me what in the hell you mean by 'helping me' and why the fuck time isn't moving!"

" Katsuki Bakugo!" Koka stood from the chair and pointed with a serious look. "You have foolishly wasted your Christmas' by neglecting your family and resenting the true meaning of the holiday!" Koka put his legs apart and gave the delinquent an angry glare. "For that.. We're going to change your heart!"

"Change my heart?!" He growled. "The actual fuck do you mean by that?!"

"Look out your window!" Koka directed his aim into the snowy cold night. Bakugo complied and did what he was asked to do; only to get this over with. He was shocked to see that he was not looking out onto the U.A. campus, but it was the street he lived on. Confused, he turned his head to Koka for answers. He'd been even more shocked when he found himself standing in the room at his house; which he had previously lived in before moving into the dorms.

"Katsuki!" A female voice called out, Bakugo recognized it as his mother. He turned to the sound of the voice.

"What do you want?!" He shouted back at her. He waited a moment; she didn't answer back. This was abnormal as the two often yelled back at one another. They didn't yell out of hatred towards one another (at least not the majority of times), but because they both were loud people; unlike Bakugo's father who was much more quiet and calm than the rest of his family.

"Ugh, coming Mom!" The sudden shouting of a young boy made Bakugo turn out of instinct. He was a bit surprised to see himself, but much younger. The child set down his action figure of a 'Golden Age' All Might and opened his closed door, walking out of his bedroom; heading towards his mother. The much older Bakugo followed along with his younger self.

The two made it downstairs and headed into the kitchen where their mother was cutting up vegetables. The child walked up next to her and gazed up. His mother turned her head and looked down at the small Bakugo; having now noticed her child had arrived.

"Bakugo, didn't you hear me calling you?" His mother, Mitsuki asked; seeming a tad bit annoyed. The young Bakugo shook his head which made the blonde woman rub her forehead in disbelief. "I called you five times. Keep your door open!" She scolded her son; raising her voice slightly.

"Well, I just didn't hear you." The youthful Bakugo replied; having a bit of aggression in his tone. "I was upstairs fighting villains with All Might," he crossed his arms and gave a mean look at his mother. "Is it time for my present?" He asked, quickly changing his expression to look more positive in hopes of receiving it sooner than later.

"Huh?" She was puzzled for a second, but then remembered the key thing about today that had been bothering her. It was Christmas Eve and she had forgot to purchase a present for her son as well as her beloved husband. "N-no," She quickly answered. "It's time for dinner." Bakugo turned and walked to the table as his mother readied their plates. "Honey!" She turned her head and called out to her husband.

"I don't get this.." The current Bakugo face palmed. "Why the hell am I here?!" He frustratingly looked up to the ceiling and shouted. Bakugo wanted an answer from presumably Koka; who was nowhere to be seen.

"They cannot hear or see you." A familiar voice called out. Bakugo searched for the source of the voice and found Koka, sitting on the counter and taste-testing his mother's cooking with the dip of his finger. "Might I say though, your mother is quite the cook." He said with a cheeky smile.

"I figured that out, shit-head." Bakugo pointed at the time-lord. "I was calling out to you so I could get the fuck back to my bed and head back to sleep."

"No can do." He shook his head. "This is a special moment; an important memory, if you will."

"I don't see anything special about it other than it being Christmas Eve from when I was a kid." Bakugo turned his arm and gestured out to his family that were setting up the table. "Tell me why the hell it's so special or I'll blow your fuckin' head off."

"I have no belief that you could do that," Koka's smile became much more cocky after that comment; which made Bakugo's anger rise. "However, if you must know, why don't we continue watching this together?" The petite and peculiar being turned his head towards the dining table. "After all, if memory serves me right, I believe this is about to get good."

The two turned back to the scene and watched as Bakugo's father, Masaru walked in from another room. The man looked much younger than he did currently; unlike his wife the quirk he had did not cosmetically benefit him. Mitsuki could produce glycerin from her skin; which is why she had the luxury of appearing as though she hadn't aged in over a decade. His father came in with an innocent smile as he looked upon his wonderful family.

"Hey, honey," Masaru greeted. "Let me help out." He reached in to help organize the silverware that'd been left out, but his loving wife had other ideas.

"Just sit down," Urged Mitsuki. "I don't need help, and besides, it's almost done already." She gave her husband a proud smile; to which he in turn gave her his thankful look.

"I can't argue with you." He obeyed her request and sat in his chair; smiling at the two people he loved the most. His son took his seat and impatiently started fidgeting with his hands as he waited for his dinner. Masaru's loving wife had the plates of food in her busy hands; her husband had tried to help her once more, but she refused his offer and set down their meal.

The family of three started to dig in.

"So," Mitsuki asked with a bit of food in her mouth. "How was work?"

"We're nearing the finishing touches of a new costume for this upcoming hero." Masaru answered. "I believe he'll appreciate it."

"Oh, really?" Mitsuki replied. "What's this one like?"

"He's a bit loud," Masaru sighed and gave a look of exhaustion; only to have his smile return moments later. "But he seems really dedicated to being a hero, so there's that. As I said, I'm confident he'll like his costume."

"He remind you of someone?" The blonde woman tilted her head towards her son, who was eating; implying that she was thinking of Bakugo.

"Heh, indeed." Masaru snickered, returning to his meal.

"Mom, Dad, do I get my present after dinner?" Bakugo spoke up. His parents exchanged looks of fear; not knowing what to do. Their son could be quite hot-headed and would sometimes even throw tantrums when things didn't go his way. A night like this wasn't one they wanted to be ruined; it was quiet and calm. The child stared at the both of them, uncertain as to why he hadn't gotten his present yet.

"Well, you see, son.." His father nervously answered; not wanting to make his son upset. "Santa hasn't dropped it off yet."

"Why is he taking so long?" He replied. "Santa is always on time."

"Maybe he's just a bit late.." His father told his son in a calm voice, hoping Bakugo wouldn't shout or enter one of his anger episodes. The ill tempered child lowered his eyebrows and gave a stern look of disappointment.

"Hmph," He crossed his arms. "I want it now!"

"Just wait a few days." His mother chimed in. "He probably just forgot."

"Forgot?!" Bakugo raised his voice. "How the fuck could he have forgotten me?!"

"Katsuki!" Mitsuki yelled. "Where did you learn that word?!"

"Nowhere!" He shouted back, clearly lying. "I just want my present!"

Masaru stood up, gulping. "Hey, hey. Let's not fight, shall we?" He nervously smiled after attempting to calm down the both of them; he didn't like his son's crude behavior, but to him this wasn't anything to get into an argument about.

"I don't care!" Bakugo turned away from his parents in his seat. "How does Santa forget me?! That's bull!"

"Katsuki, go to your room!" Ordered his mother. "Now!"

"Fine!" He slipped out of his chair and walked out of the dining room. "If Santa forgets me then I don't care about Christmas!" The angry child stormed up to his room, slamming the door. Koka, who had witnessed it all with the present Bakugo frowned.

"That was rather harsh." The time-lord gazed over at the blonde teen who like his child self, had turned away and crossed his arms.

"So?" He replied. "If you were told that some fat guy who gives presents to every kid somehow forgot you then you'd be fed up with a bullshit story like that." Bakugo shook his head. "Are we done here?" He asked, frustration in his voice. "You bring up one shitty memory, so what? I'm still not having a fucking change of heart, and I'm still not getting a fucking tree with those losers either."

"Bakugo," Koka watched him. "We're not done yet." The tiny being slipped off of the counter and waddled over. "There is one more memory you have to see; where I believe it all truly started."

"Ugh, this is annoying.." Bakugo closed his eyes for a second; he opened them to find himself staring at a park. There were four kids there: his younger self, a child with a buzz-cut and wings that sprouted out of his back, a snotty kid who had long fingers, and Izuku Midoriya; who he almost mistook for Koka. "Where the hell am I now?!" The tired and annoyed boy shouted out.

"You should refrain from shouting; it hurts my ears, Bakugo." Koka said, appearing out of seemingly nowhere again.

"Why the actual fuck won't you let me sleep?!" Bakugo replied, getting up and close with the calm deity. "You keep pissing me off more with every second of this bullshit!"

"We are almost done here; watch the scene just as you did earlier, please." Answered the miniature Christmas spirit. As much as it pained him, Bakugo quit complaining and observed the scene. The much younger version of him was sitting on a snow covered bench, his goons placed beside him while Izuku stood.

"I can't believe this shit-" Little Bakugo started to rant; only to be cut off immediately by the green haired boy.

"Kacchan!" He called out. "You shouldn't be using those words!"

"Shut up!" The clearly angry child responded. "I'll talk how I want to talk you stupid baby!"

"Yeah!" One of his goons joined in.

"Anyway, I can't believe that Santa forgot me!" Bakugo bitterly expressed. "It's nothing but a load of bullshit!"

"That wasn't nice of him!" Izuku interrupted his rant once more. "Even if you are a little mean you should still get your present like everyone else!"

"I'm not mean!" He claimed loudly. Izuku took a step back and frowned; he knew Bakugo was clearly upset, but wouldn't admit it.

"D-do you want my present?" Young Izuku held out a brand new silver-age All Might figure that he had brought with him to show. This figure had only been on the market for a few weeks and sold out very fast, especially around Christmas time. In truth, Bakugo had been hoping to receive this figure, but hated to obtain it like this. The blonde boy shook his head and crossed his arms.

"No." He coldly rejected the offer. "I don't need your dumb toy!" The angry boy held out his arm and pointed at the generous boy. "I sure as hell don't want or need your help either!"

"O-okay." Saddened, Izuku looked to the snowy ground and stared at his All Might figure.

"Besides, I'm going to kick Santa's ass if I don't have my present by tomorrow, right guys?" A confident smile that had a dark undertone took place upon Bakugo's face.

"..." There was silence from the two of them.

"Why are you two being so quiet for?!" He shouted, confused. "Is somethin' funny?!"

"Well, no.." The winged boy answered nervously. "It's just that.."

"That what?!" Bakugo shouted; he was anxious for an answer.

"Santa isn't real.." Answered the other boy. Bakugo's eyes widened as he heard this. Izuku, as well looked up with surprise and disbelief. The clearly shocked boys stayed silent for a few minutes. They could not believe what those two had just said, 'Santa isn't real?' To them that was like claiming that the sun wasn't real or that ice cream was poisonous. All of those statements sounded like complete lies. "Bakugo?" The same boy called his name. If this was true, Bakugo couldn't just argue that Santa was real. He imagined his buddies laughing at him for believing in Santa, who's existence was now put into question.

"I knew that." Bakugo put on an act; giving off a poor impression that what he had been ranting about had nothing to do with this now fictitious 'Santa Claus'

"But you were mad because Santa didn't get you anything for Christmas." The winged boy curiously questioned.

"Pfft, yeah. I only said that because we have a baby with us." The heartbroken kid wore a fake smile, looking away from Izuku, who was now in tears.

"Who's the baby?" Asked the dumb-founded boy with wings. The bratty child with long fingers stretched out his hand and slapped the winged imbecile upside the head. It was after the painful attack that the kid pieced the puzzles together and stared at Izuku. "Oh." He said, finding his answer.

"Santa is real!" Izuku cried, shivering. His hands became shaky as he gripped tight on his brand new toy. The tears flew like a river despite the sorrowing lad's attempt at holding them back. Suddenly, he turned and ran off. The insulting looks of the bullies was too much for him to take. He wanted to run home to his room and sulk, alone. Izuku didn't want to believe his sweet and caring mother had lied and made up some fairy-tale to look forward to. After all, he knew the harsh reality of what was fiction and what wasn't, but this was something he just wanted to believe was real.

The scene froze after Izuku had left their line of sight. Koka turned his head and looked up at Bakugo, who was turned away from the scene. His expression was one of disappointment; not at anyone else, but himself. "That was quite mean of you to do."

"..."

"You really hurt his feelings, Bakugo." Koka said, rather sadly.

"Who cares?" He coldly replied. "It was years ago, I'm sure he's over it."

"He may be over it now, but he wasn't then." Koka gave Bakugo a sharp stare. "You have to realize that your actions have consequences."

"Shut up." Bakugo had his back to Koka. "I want to head back to my bed; this shit is annoying." Koka sighed, perhaps he wasn't getting through to Bakugo at all. This wasn't the case though, Bakugo did feel something deep down in his heart. He felt.. regret. Maybe he was just now realizing how rude he was; he did ruin someone's Christmas day after all, even if he wasn't in the right mind.

"If you wish." Koka obeyed his request. Bakugo shut his eyes for another moment, only to wake up and find himself in his cold room. He was laying in his rather comfortable bed like he was before, but he had a hard time trying to fall asleep once he returned. It was a rather odd 'dream' he had. Bakugo wondered why of all times of now did he have one like this? To him this was nothing more than a nightmare to keep him up at night, having idiotic thoughts about his life when he could be sleeping. Still, the dream felt quite real to him. When he was reliving the memory of Christmas day out in the park he could feel just how cold it was, but maybe that was just because he left the window open before he went to sleep. The cold air might've effected his lucid slumber.

He rolled on his side; checking the clock. After all, he had no idea what time it was when he woke up. It read 2:00; meaning it was 2 A.M. Oddly enough, his clock had struck 1 A.M. during his dream. However, only four hours had passed since he went to bed. Bakugo jokingly stared at the clock for a few moments; waiting to see if time stopped once again. A bit of disappointment fell when it became 2:01 AM.

"Heh, bullshit." Bakugo snickered and rolled on his other side, facing the wall. To him it really did just seem like a dream. He stared at his blank wall; there was difficulty in trying to sleep. It was the very real dream in the back of his head that kept Bakugo up during the night. It felt as if he had perfect control in using all of his senses, which obviously was a very rare or even impossible task to do while you're unconscious. To him all that truly mattered though was that he was free to have more pleasuring dreams as he drifted to sleep. Unfortunately, things would not go his way.

It was when Bakugo finally cast; aside the dream and tried to close his eyes that he was met with another surprise. The wall he was facing grew darker. At first, he thought the shining moon had been covered by the clouds, but it was only when he realized the darkness took a shape that he became more anxious. He felt a hand grip tightly to his shoulder; almost shouting for help. But before he could he was turned by force to see a very familiar face. In fact, it was his face!

"Who the hell are you?!" He let out to the figure wearing his face. The complete clone of him smiled and chuckled.

"I am you," He answered. "Or at least I look like you." The mirror image of Bakugo let go and stood back from his bed; having his arms crossed and giving his now startled twin a smug grin. "Well, aren't you going to shout at me or something?"

"Why the hell do you look like me!" Bakugo loudly questioned. "What the hell is happening, and where did you come from?!" He sat up and activated his quirk; just like he had with Koka. The size of the uncontrolled explosion lead to scarring his ceiling from the burn. It was at this time that Bakugo was truly furious.

"Quiet, I am not like Koka." The 'second Bakugo' rudely replied. "Now, I'll gladly answer the question you asked when I startled you."

"I wasn't startled!" Bakugo defended, clenching his fist in anger. "What the hell do you mean by 'not like Koka', too?!"

"I am Genzai." The now named young man took a stage bow. "I am the ghost of Christmas current." Bakugo's frustration was expressed through a loud and drawn out groan.

"Another one?!" He yelled out. "Why don't you all just fuck off already?!"

"Because your heart hasn't changed yet." Genzai's cocky grin didn't look abnormal on Bakugo as most of his smiles appeared like that, but none looked quite as playful as this one; which ironically enough could unsettle someone if they were to mistake him for Bakugo. After all, as we all know, Bakugo doesn't play very well with others. On closer inspection, Genzai's overall posture and appearance did differentiate from how Bakugo would normally be; despite the signature grin which was still slightly off.

"It isn't going to change. Piss off." He ordered. Genzai wasn't going to take no as an answer though.

"We can do this all night. Trust me, you wouldn't want to do that."

Bakugo stood up and eyed Genzai; sporting a furious look that screamed of 'hurt pride.' "Don't think you're anything worthwhile." He lifted his hand and pointed at the arrogant spirit. "I'll crush you like I have everyone else who's talked shit and threatened me."

"That attitude of yours is why people think you're a prick." That conceited comment made Bakugo even angrier at his doppelganger.

"If you won't leave me the fuck alone then hurry up and show me this shit already!" The furious and annoyed young man shouted. Genzai continued to smile as he lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. Bakugo felt an odd surge of energy flow through him; it was unnatural and didn't feel like anything he'd ever experienced before.

"First stop, your friends." Genzai said, hovering into the air.

"Hey, where're you going?!" Bakugo jumped in attempt to grab a hold of him, but he was surprised when his feet didn't hit the floor. It was as if gravity had no effect on him. At first he thought that the gravity girl, Ochako was behind this, but he quickly remembered that Genzai had snapped and fueled him with mysterious energy. He now understood that it was him who had done this.

Bakugo looked up only to be met with yet another surprise tonight, Genzai had phased right through the ceiling and into another room entirely. Bakugo activated his quirk which propelled him upwards towards where Genzai had gone; he didn't mind using his quirk despite the possible threat of setting his room on fire. As he skyrocketed upwards he as well just like Genzai had phased right through the ceiling and into Shouto's room?! It had a Japanese style, almost resembling the inside of a stereotypical dojo. There stood Genzai, creepily watching Shouto while he slept. "If you brought me here to watch ice-boy sleep then you can just hurry up and shoot me; because not only am I not his friend, but I sure as hell don't want to watch him sleep!"

"Oh, he is... sleeping?" Genzai unprofessionally asked. "Well, he won't be of any use." The spirit turned and started to walk right.

"Hey, I've got a question for you." Bakugo asked, crossing his arms. "How the hell can I move through walls as well as float?"

Genzai sighed and turned. "For someone as smart as you I thought you would've been able to figure this one out just like the rest." He face palmed. "Please tell me that you figured it out and you're just double checking.."

"Hey, shut up! I already know it's you, you dick!" Bakugo annoyingly shouted. "I just want to know how; is it your quirk?!"

"I do not have a quirk." Genzai's answer came as a surprise. "As for how you're able to float and pass through walls, I put you into an astral form. Meaning as of now you're a spirit, but don't threat, you're not dead."

"Huh? What do you mean by spirit?! I got my le-" He looked down only to realize he had no legs, but a ghostly tail.

"Also, you're not 'floating'. It's called flying, but since you're such a newbie you can't even properly control where the hell you're going!" The spirit started to laugh at the rookie beside him. "I forgot to mention; you can shout all you'd like now. No one can hear or interact with you, just like how they couldn't in the past." Genzai continued strolling through the room, heading towards the wall.

"Doesn't explain why the hell you have legs and I don't!"

"Well, it's simple, Bakugo. I'm much more trained so I can materialize my legs, but I am only creating the illusion that I am walking. In truth I am just hovering in place and using my legs."

"Well if I don't have legs then how the hell did I jump after you?" He questioned.

"It must've taken a moment for you to transform; hence why you still had your legs for a moment and why you were able to as you said, leap after me." Genzai said, still having that smug smile on his face. "Oh, and before you ask, while your quirk in this form may not effect the outside world it will effect you which is the reasoning for your ability to propel yourself just as you did to get to me."

"Know-it-all.."

"Prick."

"What was that?!" Bakugo shouted at the spirit, but before he could get an answer he passed through the wall. Since he wasn't trained in flying he once again decided to propel himself. Putting his hands behind his back he activated his quirk; sending himself flying at a high-speed. He went right through the wall, but he didn't stop. Bakugo almost went through the next wall, but luckily Genzai was able to grab a hold of him before doing so.

"Careful there." The spirit cheekily warned Bakugo.

"Shut up.. And why the hell are we here?" He looked around the room. It seemed like a pretty bland room, but one thing happened to stand out. Whoever owned this room seemed to be a baker as there were various tools used for cooking that had been set down beside a giant microwave. The pair of them glanced around the room in search of anything that would determine who's room they were floating in. Their search didn't last long as they noticed the bed in the dimly lit room. There was a tall young man with spiked hair sleeping under a blanket that had 'SUGAR' written all over. Satou's room was the clear answer for where the duo had been.

"I'm guessing we're not in the room of one of your friends. " Genzai sighed. "I am horrible with directions." He stood there for a moment, a bit disappointed in how unprofessional he was being. "Well, hold on." He grabbed a hold of Bakugo's arm.

"H-hey! What the hell are you doing?!" He shouted, unsure of what his duplicate was doing.

"It'll be easier if you shut up and just let me drag you!" Before Bakugo had the chance to rebuttal he was dragged down into the floor by Genzai. The two entered a dark room that was only lit by one light. Bakugo already knew who's room this was surprisingly, as it was right beside his own. This was Kirishima's room.

"Hopefully I got this one right.." Genzai said to himself. "If I'm right then this is Kirishima's room."

"If you know where his room is then how the hell did you mess up the other ones?" Bakugo asked, confused.

"This is just off of pure memory, asshole." The spirit crossed his arms. "I didn't memorize the layout hard enough and screwed up my entire presentation."

"Yeah, yeah. We're in Kirishima's room, now what?"

"I don't believe your friends are quite happy with your attitude, Bakugo." Lifting his arm, he pointed at Kirishima who was half awake and texting on his phone. Curiosity filled his head; he knew his friends didn't always agree to his behavior, but were they as upset as Genzai had lead on? Using his quirk, Bakugo used a light explosion to propel himself towards Kirishima who had a look of disappointment on his face. The young man decided to snoop on who his friend had been texting; only to be surprised when he read a conversation that was going on in a group chat compiled of everyone he hung out with.

[Chargebolt] "Dude. Bakugo is being such a mood killer."

[Pinky] "uuuughh. why the hell doesn't he just come with us and stop being such a baby? hes making it worse for himself."

[Cellophane] "i mean i get that he doesnt like hanging out with people but does he have 2 be a jerk when some people just wanna enjoy christmas?"

[Red Riot] "I don't know guys. Maybe he will come around. He probably had a bad day or something."

[Chargebolt] "Yeah but what if he's like this all winter break? I dont really want to hang around someone who doesnt want to do anything with us."

[Pinky] "yeah eij. if he keeps shutting us out how are we supposed to hang out with him? i think hes gonna be a big grinch to us. i want to try and convince him but hes hard to get through"

[Cellophane] "i think he'll yell at us if we try to help him."

[Pinky] "maybe we shouldnt make him angrier and just leave him alone."

[Chargebolt] "What if we just waste our time? If hes all angry we should let him cool down and just go have fun. If he gets angry for not coming with then its his fault for being pretty stubborn."

[Red Riot] "But guys Bakugo is our friend. We cant just let the guy sulk alone 24/7. Even if he yells at us shouldnt we at least try to help him?"

[Pinky] "i guess your right."

[Pinky] "i got an idea! how about we try in the morning and if that doesnt work we just go without him? that way both sides can be happy"

[Red Riot] "Im all for it. I think we might be able to convince him to come with how about you guys?"

[Cellaphone] "Sure. Ill come with. But I dont think this is gonna work."

[Chargebolt] "I guess we can try but if it doesnt work then we all head out without him ok?"

[Red Riot] "Alright"

[Pinky] "agreed"

[Cellaphone] "Yeah"

Bakugo backed away from Kirishima and looked down; looking disappointed.

"Now do you feel like a douche?" Genzai asked. "Not only are they fed up with your attitude, but you've only got one friend who's trying to get everyone to give you a second chance because they feel horrible about the thought of you being lonely."

"Like I should care about how bad they'll feel about me!" Bakugo turned, facing away from them. "I don't need to hang out with them to be happy! I'm fine by myself!" The tone of his voice practically screamed 'I am not ok!', but Bakugo didn't want to admit he might not be fine all alone. "I don't care if these guys get all bitchy with me either! Those fuckers can be jerks about my decision to be alone and screw off!"

"Bakugo, it's not too late to quit being an asshole and let people in."

"Listen! I do not want to go on a stupid trip with them tomorrow; so they can forget about my second chance because it's not happening!"

"Wow, I can't believe even after all of this you're still not having a change of heart. After exploring the deep roots of why you resented Christmas, having your friends get upset at you only to then show a bit of mercy and instead of leaving you alone they at least try to convince you because of how much they care and you can't even change your damn mind?!" Genzai looked disappointed, shaking his head. "You're not going to have a change of heart, Bakugo. It doesn't matter how many bad memories you turn away from or how many people you choose to push aside you just won't man up and change."

"I just want to sleep." Bakugo coldly replied.

"Well, you can sleep now. Goodbye, Bakugo." Suddenly, Bakugo was flung through the wall and straight back into his bed. He no longer was in his astral form. He laid there in the cold; thinking about everything. He begrudged Christmas because of a childhood dream being crushed for the price of looking cool to those around him. The choice he made to no longer engage in the holiday for a false sense of maturity is what lead him to deny what most likely could've been a fun experience. For once, Bakugo had felt completely wrong about the decisions he had made. He didn't know what to do next, perhaps he was finally starting to have a change of heart, but where would he start after his heart had been altered?

He rolled on his side and stared at the clock. It read 3:00, another hour had passed. 'Was it another dream?' He thought to himself. Before he could go in depth about it, a hand wrapped itself around Bakugo's neck. He was lifted out of his bed and into the air. His eyes followed down the gray and bony hand that had such a tight grip around him. The trail lead to a terrifying figure who was holding a scythe.

"Bakugo, it's time.." The hooded figure said with a laugh.

"T-time... for... what?!" He said, struggling to catch his breath. The figure pointed downwards. Bakugo saw that below him was a spiraling wormhole. He admittedly became quite anxious as for him this might've been the end of the line if he guessed correctly as to who stood before him. Without answering the figure dropped him in, Bakugo tried to propel himself out of the hole by using his quirk, but it was of no use.

Falling through, Bakugo felt as if his life was flashing before his eyes. Glimpses of the future were drilled into his head. The first one he had seen was everyone of 1-A gathered around the lobby, enjoying their holiday while Bakugo silently sulked upstairs in his room; being very bitter. He sat in his room as he watched the snow fall silently, his face was not one of happiness, but of sadness. The next scene was more depressing than the first; cutting to a scene of an adult Bakugo sitting at a desk in an unfamiliar house. He was looking through his letters in hopes of receiving one from one of his friends, but none were found. Those around him believed Bakugo did not care for Christmas and didn't bother.

Before he could get a closer look the scene changed to a snowy street. Houses were all lined up with one another; each decorated with various bright lights. People gathered for parties and smiled, laughed, as well as cheered. There was one exception, however. At the end of the street was a dark house that seemingly had no one inside. Upon further inspection though you could see a much older Katsuki Bakugo, sitting there in a rocking chair and watching television. He still had that same look on his face as in the previous scene. The boy of the present did not know what to think of what he had seen; was this truly his future? Could it be that holidays like Christmas where everyone would gather to rejoice had such an impact on those who preferred hostility instead of happiness?

Suddenly, Bakugo fell out of the wormhole and hit his room's floor. The figure, who was still there looked over him.

"Did you enjoy the show?" He deeply spoke. "I know I did."

"S-screw you!" Bakugo let out. "That isn't my future if that's what you're thinking!"

"Oh, but it is." The hooded figure corrected.

"There's no way Christmas can effect a life that much!" Bakugo slowly stood, staring straight at the hooded man with pure raw anger. "I don't believe that shit!"

"Perhaps not, but allow me to remind you that the path you are going down will eventually lead to that life." The hooded figure claimed while laughing at the teen. "Being lonely for that long, imagine Christmas Eve with no one to party with, no one to celebrate it with, no one there for you."

"Hell, no! I don't want to be cooped up in some shitty place by myself! Especially not on Christmas!"

"Then regain your Christmas spirit and enjoy the holiday once again. It's a time of happiness and being together, Bakugo. Do not drive the people you love away from you at times like this; it'll hurt not only them, but yourself."

"Fine! I'll regain my spirit." Bakugo calmed down. "I'll admit I was a jerk. It's really fucking rude to blow off friends who just want to hang out with you; even shittier to be a dick to people who just want to enjoy the damn holiday."

"Will you end up lonely and bitter?"

"Hell no!" Bakugo yelled with confidence. "If that's my future then it can kiss my ass!"

"Very well." The hooded figure nodded and placed a hand over Bakugo's face. He felt his vitality being drained to the point where he found it hard to stay awake. Within seconds Bakugo collapsed and remained unconscious for the rest of the night. It had taken a while, but it was done; Katsuki Bakugo had reclaimed his Christmas spirit and changed his heart.

December 19th, morning.

Bakugo slowly awoke to the sounds of footsteps in the hall. He rubbed his tired eyes and hesitantly checked the clock, it was finally morning. The boy stood and stretched after having a long night. 'Was it all some sick dream?' He thought to himself as he changed into his winter apparel. It felt too real to have been a dream, but to him there was no way that he could have actually spoke to Christmas spirits and have his future predetermined to automatically make him miserable over not only the holidays, but of everyday.

He slipped on his coat and opened his door, surprisingly not seeing his group of friends gathered around his door. He smiled, it truly was just some dream. Although his journey had been fictitious he still felt compelled to tag along with the rest of his class. There had been some fine points being made from his dream; even if he didn't admit it the thought of being alone in his room alone while everyone else was out having fun was a shitty way to spend a well earned winter break.

He walked through the hallway and down the stairs to the lobby. There he saw everyone readying up for a long day out in the snow. A few people turned to see that Bakugo was dressed up, but he for once didn't mind the looks he got as he walked up to his group of friends. Mina, who had just spotted waved and shouted his name.

"Bakugo!" The pink girl yelled. "Look at who finally decided to come after all!" Nudging Kirishima, he turned happily to see his pal had changed his mind.

"Aw, hey man!" Kirishima patted him on the shoulder as he approached the circle of friends. "You had a change of heart, didn't you?" Bakugo shrugged and gave Kirishima a relieved smile.

"Like I would actually sit up in my shitty room by myself."

"Woah, dude." Denki said as he noticed Bakugo's smile. "You sure seem happy."

"Had a nice dream, Telephone-Wire." Bakugo replied, slightly insulting Denki with the name. The pack of friends laughed; even Denki who had been the one insulted. "I gotta go tell engine legs that I decided to come with, I'll be back." Bakugo turned and walked off; leaving the four of them to talk.

"Hey, weren't we supposed to go try to convince Bakugo to come with us?" Sero asked. Kirishima shook his head in reply.

"Nah, man. I told you all he would come to his senses and join us." As much as the hot-headed blonde wouldn't like to admit; he was happy that the future he saw in his dream may not have been the truth. He felt glad that he wasn't met with any snarky comments about his attitude yesterday and met with hostile questions about why he decided to change his mind. Instead he was only met with relieved and overjoyed faces of his friends. As Bakugo walked up to the front to speak with Iida he caught Izuku's attention.

"Kacchan!" Izuku called out, expecting to be shouted at.

"What?" Bakugo calmly said.

"You decided to join us after all?" He asked.

"Eh, would've been boring if I just stayed up in my room all break." After he replied he went up to Iida and stated that he was in fact tagging along; to which Iida gladly checked him off on his list. After doing so, Iida walked to the front and shouted.

"May I have everyone's attention?!" The room fell silent as the floor was all Iida's. "As of now we are confirmed that everyone is in fact joining in; remember to follow the rules and guidelines we use on school trips so we don't fall short or lose anyone." Everyone seemed a little unenthusiastic when he mentioned to follow rules. "I have but one question for everyone..." Iida smirked and pushed up his glasses. "Are you ready to venture out for a Christmas tree?!" The crowd went wild after that.

And so here concludes the Carol of Bakugo. We not only learned more about Bakugo through his past, but along the way saw him mature as he realized how he made others feel with his resentment of enjoyment; all be it the problem was fixed. The falling out of a future that held no lies nor exact truths was changed through the denial of allowing predetermination by Christmas spirits. We've seen it all, but one thing matters the most. Bakugo was no longer the Grinch of Christmas.