The first well known person in the United States to have a quirk would have to be...was it Michael Jordan? What was his quirk again, super speed? High jumps?
Izuku laid on his futon, pondering over history homework as he awaited for Kacchan to return from his punishment. Izuku had gotten in trouble too but his sentence wasn't as severe, considering he wasn't the one who almost tore the house apart.
"Sorry hun but no dessert for you tonight." Mitsuki had said, hands on her hips, smiling apologetically. Meanwhile in the background Katsuki was drenched from head to toe as he was forced to repair the god forsaken pipe. It didn't seem like he was having much luck.
A pout formed on Izuku's face from the memory. The daifuku looked so good at the dinner table too…just a few inches from his reach yet so beyond his grasp.
Midoriya stretched his body and changed positions so that he was now sitting upright. Okay, question 11. In what year was the first quirk discovered? Hmm...
Right then the fiery blonde, who ate two daifukus that night, arrived through the door. His hair was slightly damp, but his clothes were dry. It appears as though he's just taken a shower.
"That took a while." Midoriya brilliantly observed.
"Yeah? Well, I'm a hero not a goddamn construction worker." Katsuki said as he flopped his ass down on the bed, making the mattress bounce slightly under the weight.
"Are you doing your homework right now?" Katsuki scoffed, laying his arms above his pillow, before resting his head atop.
"Yuppp." Izuku replied, popping the p at the end.
"Nerd."
"Didn't you finish yours the first day of break, Kacchan?"
Katsuki didn't dignify that with a response 'cause he refused to be a liar nor a hypocrite. He simply got up and sat next to the green haired boy. The blonde leaned over Izuku's shoulders and squinted to read the paper in the others lap. Izuku's heart rate began to pick up.
So close...Izuku thought, doing his best not to squirm when the others arm brushed against his own.
Katsuki's eyes darted from left to right, skimming over the answers. "Number 3 is wrong. The first quirk was found in Qingqing, not Hong Kong." he corrected, taking the pencil from Izuku and starting to erase the circle around Hong Kong.
Izuku nodded, vaguely paying attention. When was the last time Kacchan was this close to me, nonviolently? He wondered.
"5 is also wrong." Katsuki said, rubbing an eraser back and forth against the sheet.
"Oh." was all Izuku could reply at the moment, too focused on trying not to be distracted by the surprisingly nice scent wafting from the teen next to him. Smells like burning cedar, the punctilious boy noted.
"So is 8, 9 and 10. Jesus, Deku I thought you were smart." Katsuki teased lightly as he turned to face Izuku.
Midoriya is suddenly all too conscious of the comment directed at him and the face in front of his, which made him abruptly whip his head around to face the wall for the second time that day.
However, while he couldn't see Katsuki anymore, he could tell the other was staring at him as if he's grown three heads.
Smooth. Very discreet. This is how a normal person acts. Midoriya thought sarcastically, berating himself for creating this awkward situation with his jerky movements.
"...Hey." Izuku felt Kacchan shift in his seat.
"You feeling okay?" The teen asked, trying to get a better look at Izuku's reddened face. The flustered boy hid further.
"Y-Yeah..I-I'm fine. Just f-feeling a bit tired, I g-guess." Izuku stammered out.
Bakugou studied the nervous boy curiously for a minute and eventually came to the conclusion that Deku's just being a Deku and moved away, much to Izuku's relief.
The blonde shrugged. "I dunno why you're so tired but I'm fucking exhausted, so I won't question it." Katsuki said, the for now part unspoken but clear. He got up, shut off the lights and settled into his own bed.
"Sleep." Bakugou commanded, voice low and muffled. He was actually tired unlike the liar sitting atop of the messy futon.
Izuku blinked, eyes slowly getting adjusted to the dark. After his vision was well enough, he began cleaning up the spread of papers and textbooks. He moved them to the side, next to the backpack that contained all his stuff. Bakugou had refused to share any of his drawers.
Now that the area was clean, Izuku assaulted the pillow with his face and clenched the soft material tightly in his palms. He was tempted to scream into the fabric but refrained from doing so 'cause Kacchan would definitely murder him for that.
I really need to get over him… Izuku internally groaned.
Ever since they were kids, Izuku had had this stupid crush on none other than the infamous Katsuki Bakugou. Why? Because he's Kacchan. He's smart, strong, brave, confident, talented, Izuku could go on forever.
Even when the arrogant boy bullied him, Izuku couldn't stop liking him. It was like the emotion was ingrained in him! No matter how many times he was ignored, made fun of or beaten up...he couldn't get rid of the butterflies he felt whenever he saw Kacchan win with the odds stacked against him, or when he inadvertently motivated his peers with a cocky speech or when he let a small smile grace his lips when he thought no one was looking…
Yeah, Izuku was smittened, is smittened, possibly in love. Maybe? No, let's not go that far. Point is, even though the fire wielder had a horrible personality in their middle school years, Izuku still liked him. A lot. He only felt sad that he couldn't stand by Kacchan's side back then.
But he could now. Their relationship is slowly but surely getting stronger with each passing day and with it grew Midoriya's infatuation.
And it needs to stop.
Katsuki might be more tolerant of Izuku now, but that doesn't mean he'd ever return his feelings. Maybe in his dreams, but this was reality, and the fact was that if Kacchan found out, their friendship would be over before it even began.
Izuku looked up longingly towards his crush. From this angle, he could only see the shape of the bedpost and a bit of Katsuki's toe, peeping over the edge. The moonlight from the window illuminated the room and cast a shadow on certain objects sticking out in the dark. In the quiet, Izuku could hear soft whirring sounds from the heater and the sleeping boy's gentle breathing occupy the silence of the night. The atmosphere was nice. Comfy.
Izuku's eyes drooped slightly and then completely as he let out a yawn.
It's okay. He thought hazily.
At least, I can stand by his side again.
And with that last thought in mind, Izuku was lulled into a deep sleep.
The next day, young Midoriya was awakened by the bright morning sun. Izuku shielded his eyes with an arm and slung the covers over his head but to no avail, he could still see orange through his closed eyelids. Deciding it was futile, the boy got up. He was about to whine to the other male in the vicinity
Whyyyyy doesn't your room have blinders??
but was not able to do so as he found Katsuki's bed was empty.
...Typical.
It was almost ten in the morning. Kacchan's never been one to sleep in.
Izuku was obviously not a morning person as he dragged his feet across the hall, to the bathroom. He grabbed a toothbrush and began brushing his teeth as he ambled his way to the first floor. After Midoriya finished gargling in the duplicate bathroom downstairs, he came out and was immediately hit with a delicious aroma.
It was coming from the kitchen and so there he went.
Fully expecting his blonde roomate to be in there, Izuku was somewhat knocked off balance when he met a face he hasn't seen in a while.
"Oh Izuku! Good morning, how're you doing? It's so nice to see you after all this time!" Katsuki's dad, Masaru, beamed.
"Ah! Good morning Mr. Bakugou sir! I'm doing fine." Izuku bowed awkwardly, unsure of how he should act with someone he hasn't seen since his diaper days.
Masaru laughed as he flipped what looked like blueberry pancakes onto their uncooked sides.
"No need to be so formal, you can call me Masaru, or dad if you'd like." Masaru smiled genuinely.
Izuku's heart swelled at the sentiment because Masaru was the closest thing he had to a father in his childhood. While he didn't quite feel comfortable calling the man 'dad', the offer was still kind and highly appreciated.
"Thank you.." Izuku began, feeling a bit more at ease, "Do you happen to know where Kacchan is? I haven't seen him so I thought he would be here."
"Ah, he went to get us eggs for breakfast, we ran out completely. Actually, I'm sorry to ask you this, but" Masaru set the golden pancakes down on a plate.
"If it's not a bother, would you mind going to the grocery store as well to fetch some milk? I forgot to tell Katsuki, and he hasn't picked up any of my phone calls! He must've left it at home." Masaru explained. "Oh! But you're more than welcome to eat first! My goodness, I'm so rude. Come, have a seat." Masaru pulled a chair out.
"Aha, it's alright." Izuku assured the man. "I can get the milk now, it's no problem." Midoriya said, partly because he didn't know what he could possibly talk about alone with Kacchan's dad during breakfast.
"Ah, thank you Izuku." Masuru smiled again.
He's still such a sweet kid. The man thought.
"Be safe out there!"
Izuku nodded. "I'll be back in ten minutes!" the green haired boy promised as he stepped out the Bakugou residence.
Brrrrr~
Izuku's teeth chattered.
The weather's sunny disguise has succeeded in tricking Midoriya, not for the first time in his life either.
It was freezing. And so bright. The worst possible combination, especially in knee high deep snow.
Just a few more streets and I can be indoors. Izuku reminded himself.
However, that wouldn't be the case anymore as a frightened scream rang out amidst the crowd.
Midoriya tensed and swifty turned, listening to where the sound came from. More faraway screams could be heard as Izuku caught a glimpse of a flying mass of goop in the distance.
Adrenaline and dread filled Izuku's veins; he ran as fast as his legs could take him to the scene.
"AHHHHH, SAVE ME! PLEASE SOMEONE, ANYONE! HELP!" A women hysterically cried, one leg covered by a thick, slimy substance. She desperately fought against the goop pulling her forward to the point where it seemed like her leg would break.
"DELAWARE SMASH!" A fist slammed into the muk, scattering it into pieces.
Izuku took the lady in his arms and moved her to a safe place.
"Are you okay?" He asked, briefly assessing her injuries. It seemed like she had a sprained ankle, but was otherwise fine.
"Yes, yes, thanks to you." She nodded vigorously, voice choked from the traumatic experience.
Izuku looked back towards the slimeball and examined it. It looked very similar to the slime monster that attacked Kacchan almost a year and a half ago. The only difference was this one was pink in color instead of green, and it was seemingly attacking no one in particular, but anyone who got nearby.
With that in mind, Izuku charged at the mass, ready to burst the thing with a roundhouse kick. Before Izuku's foot could make contact, the slime rearranged itself to make a hole in it's center, where Midoriya flew through.
He skidded to a stop against the gravel roughly. The slimeball took this opportunity to launch at Izuku.
Shit!
The slime covered both his legs and right arm. This pink monster is much faster and stronger than the green one was. Midoriya struggled in its hold.
BOOOOM!
An explosion caused the entire being to combust, making medium sized chunks of slime fly in every which direction. The police scrambled to collect the pink fragments and keep them contained.
Midoriya coughed from the smoke invading his lungs. After the smog cleared, he could see paramedics have arrived in the area, a carton of eggs were smeared against the pavement and Kacchan stood in front of him with his back turned.
Izuku smiled and got on his feet in order to thank the blonde.
But he was on the ground again before he knew it. His left cheek stung painfully.
"THE FUCK WAS THAT!?" Bakugou screamed at the boy on the ground. His face contorted in rage, Katsuki was absolutely livid.
Midoriya held a hand up to his throbbing cheek and replied "What the hell are you talking about?" Izuku got up once more and hardened his stance in case the pissed off boy pushed him down again.
"You fucking charged the thing!? No plan, no tact, you just fucking fly in like you're Batman or some shit and expect things to magically work out? Who the hell do you think you are?" Katsuki spat out. The wailing of sirens drowned out some of Bakugou's words but Izuku could hear him loud and clear.
"Um, I think I'm a hero in training." Izuku said back, eyes locking determinedly with blazing red. Firemen got out of the truck and hosed away bits of metal that were steaming from the aftermath.
In the old days, Izuku would've just apologized to appease the angry boy. However, Katsuki had no right to yell at him now, or hit him.
"More like a corpse in training. Stop doing dumb shit Deku."
"Kacchan, I'm not a quirkless kid rushing into fights anymore."
"That doesn't mean you're fuckin' superman!"
"You did the exact same thing as me! The slime just happened to be weak against fire!"
"I can do it 'cause I'm me. You're Deku. Don't fucking forget that."
Izuku just stood there, mouth wide open in disbelief. After all this time, Kacchan still didn't see them as equals. He turned around and walked away.
"Where do you think you're going!?" The furious blonde shouted, walking after him.
"Home." Izuku spat out.
The blonde rolled his eyes at the attitude.
Izuku walked at a fast and steady pace. He didn't look back, not even once.
"By home, you meant your own home?" Katsuki asked, arms crossed in front of his chest, leaning against the doorframe, watching Deku pack his stuff.
"Yeah. Isn't this what you wanted?" Izuku said in a huff. He's glad he left most of his items in the backpack. The sooner he got out of this arrogant asshole's presence, the better.
"I thought your mom wanted you to stay here 'cause you couldn't take care of yourself." Katsuki taunted.
Izuku lost his temper at that moment. He marched up to Bakugou until they were nose to nose, eye to eye.
"I passed the hero exam. I have a license. I'm certified to save lives, I can certainly take care of myself." Midoriya shot back, uncharacteristically full of venom. He then pushed past the stunned boy and stomped down the stairs.
"WELL GOOD FUCKING RIDDANCE!" Izuku heard the blonde shout as he reached the door.
"THIS IS FUCKING GREAT FOR ME! I DON'T HAVE TO PLAY AS YOUR FUCKING BABYSITTER ANYMORE, HOPE YOU DON'T DIE ALL BY YOURSE-"
Izuku didn't hear the rest as he slammed the door behind him.