'Fuck.
Fucking shit.
Fucking god damn shit!
You're joking. The gods have to be.
I can't even last a single fucking hour without treating him like shit.'
There were several things that people had never cared to learn about Katsuki when offering their shallow praise. They took him at face value, seeing the anger raging on his face, and the immense power in his quirk. They never stopped to think that maybe it wasn't anger. No one ever thought that the brashness might just be a family personality trait. Or possibly there's the fact that he just doesn't give a shit about others.
However, there was one common misconception that the bomber was incredibly grateful for. Everyone seemed to think Katsuki was straight. People constantly assumed that he liked girls, and just ignored them out of "awkwardness" or whatever the fuck their reasoning was. The thought that Bakugou was gay never once passed through a stranger's mind.
They didn't realize that there was a possibility Katsuki could be attracted to dudes. And that was the outsider's fatal fucking flaw. If they had even doubted his sexuality for a second, they would see that the sole person the bomber was incapable of talking to semi normally was Deku. Deku was the only special one out of all the men, woman, old, young, strangers, and not that Katsuki interacted with.
You know what they say… Boys pick on the ones they like when they can't understand their god damn fucking emotions.
Finally arriving home, Katsuki noted the typical scene of his mom "lovingly berating" her husband. Ignoring them completely, the bomber once again thanked the heavens that very few knew how his mother acted around his father or him. If anyone had known, Katsuki's crush on Deku would have been glaringly fucking obvious to the world.
They'd realize that his inability to properly understand human emotion and interactions were largely skewed because of his mom's personality. If they understood that he was merely a mini me of her, it could directly lead to realizing that Deku was the focus of his "affections".
The bomber's mother had picked up on it instantly when he was a child. "Like mother, like child," she'd told him when she'd noticed his not so secret crush, which led to Katsuki avoiding Deku. Embarrassed, he'd stopped bringing him around the house immediately, and slowly his anger and frustrations at his inability to show his affections grew. However, to the rest of the world, Katsuki merely looked like another bully with a decent, strong quirk.
But the tendencies of anger and brashness that Katsuki inherited from his mother were no longer working in his favor. He now was partners with his fucking elementary school crush for an entire year, and he couldn't get through a god damn smile directed towards him without blowing a handle. How in the world was he supposed to get through this fucking project?
Finally within the confines of his room, Katsuki let fireworks lightly burst forth from his palms in an attempt to relieve his stresses. Breathing in deeply, the blonde student tried to calm his nerves. He could do this. Getting angry and freaking out over nothing is exactly what would cause him to get caught. Stopping the explosions, Katsuki began mumbling to himself.
"I just need to use this project as a dual training session. I can't get through four years with Izuku if I'm leaving the room every time he shoots me a god damn smile. Especially now that he's fucking trying to be friends again. Shit! Why now?!"
Shaking his head vehemently, he threw his bag to the floor and sat down promptly at his desk.
'Might as well get some homework done to keep Deku out of my fucking mind.'
The next day of school was rather calm. Katsuki had left early in the morning in a successful attempt to avoid his emerald partner. Once he was at school, the bomber immediately began the search for Kirishima. Knowing good and well that once Katsuki found the redhead, Deku wouldn't approach him and stick to his group of goodie-goodies.
Thankfully for Katsuki, it wasn't a work day for the project in All Might's class. Unfortunately for the bomber, tomorrow was…
"Every fucking Tuesday and Thursday."
Katsuki mused aloud to himself, as he walked along the halls of Yuuei. The morning had been quite uneventful, but unfortunately he was headed to All Might's class now. Earlier before Aizawa's class began, the bomber had angrily shouted at Deku they'd be meeting in the same place as Tuesday.
"Oh yeah, how's that been going for you since you hate Midoriya and all?" Though, the blonde student had assumed he'd spoken so quietly Kirishima hadn't heard, Katsuki was quite unlucky in that retrospect.
"Oh… It's uh, awful to be honest. The nerd's shit scared of me, and I can't keep my god damn anger in check. It's frustrating as hell."
Kirishima raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask about Katsuki's pause before answering.
"Why don't you come meet in the courtyard with me and Mina?" Looking away quickly, the redhead shuddered. "The acid chick is scary, man. She's the main person besides maybe you or Denki that I actually have to watch myself with when sparring."
Katsuki shrugged his shoulders, "Deku doesn't need any distractions if we're going to get top scores. Acid girl would constantly be flitting in and out of his attention range. Thanks for the offer, man." Pausing on his walk with Kirishima, "since we don't have to meet for class. I'm heading off to our meeting place now. Good luck with all the fucking acid"
The bomber smirked at his friend's bad luck before starting his trek up three flights of stairs. Though Deku was awful, he was fucking manageable. Pinky's acid was not fun to deal with.
Breaking through the roof's door, a rare smile broke out on his face noting that no one else had decided to use their area today. Throwing his bag down by the door, Katsuki shed his jacket and began loosening his tie. As he went to undo the top button of his shirt, the heavy door creaked open.
"Kacchan! Hi!"
Katsuki cursed quietly as his pulse increased just from the mere sound of Deku's voice. 'I can do this,' he thought to himself before a sneer appeared on the bomber's pointed face.
"So how far did you get with the muscle memory practice. Does it still take you a fucking minute to activate your quirk?"
A humongous smile broke out over the emerald student's face, as he quickly activated his quirk. The obvious power surge flit on and off in multiple parts of his body with ease.
Fucking Deku must've been up all night the last two days just reactivating his quirk over and over again until he got to this. Scoffing to hide the pride he felt in his partner, Katsuki took an orange from his bag and threw it towards the hero trainee.
"Your task today is going to be crushing that without fucking using 100% of your quirk. If you even think of fully activating your shitty quirk with all your power, I'll fucking break the rest of the bones in your body myself."
With that, Midoriya skeptically looked at the orange in hand.
"But how?"
"How the fuck am I supposed to know!? It's your quirk. Figure it out."
Huffing, he stormed to the opposite side of the roof, and began working on a simple exercise to help improve his mobility in the air. Jumping, Katsuki set off a series of explosions to keep him air born. The goal was to see how many in a row he could set off without touching the ground again.
The bomber's goal so far was three explosions before he ran out of sweat on his hands, but Katsuki-
"DEKU! Stop fucking watching me and figure out your own damn quirk."
Katsuki's face threatened to blaze bright red at the realization his partner had been staring in wondor at his exercise. There wasn't anything fucking interesting about them. Why Deku was in awe, the bomber didn't know or want to know.
"Ah! Yes! Sorry Kacchan. It just looked like a lot of fun, and you looked really cool. I'll get to work right away!" Izuku looked mortified that he'd been caught staring, his face tinging bright pink as he went back to trying to figure out how to use One for All on the orange.
'You're so fucking confusing Deku. Why can't I just figure you out already! My life would be so much easier if you didn't treat everyone with the same damn regard all the time.'
Shaking his head, Katsuki pushed out thoughts of Deku. The bomber planned to work on his own drills. If his partner needed anything, the nerd would surely ask him.
A/N: If I ever have something like: 'this' It means it's that person's thoughts. Figured I'd clarify in case someone thought he was speaking the last quote instead of thinking it!
Wow! So I'm definitely writing a bit more than Chapter One. (The first chapter was around 1,000 words), but the last three chapters have averaged at about 1,600 before I felt the need to switch perspectives again. Does that seem like an okay average? Or should I increase the count per chapter?
Other than that, I loved the last chapter of BnHA! Katsuki's mom is EXACTLY how I imagined her to be and I loved it c: I can't wait until later chapters when I get to include her and all her brash teasing. It's going to be beautiful :D
Hope you enjoyed the chapter! ^.^
*MeriHara*