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"Who th'fuck are you?" Bakugo slammed his bag on the front couch, the same one that Midoriya had set up his bed on the night before. Except Apollo noted that the green-headed guy was not there, probably took off back to dorm early.
The blonde girl shrugged. "Toga. Whatever." She kept writing in a notebook, obviously consumed by homework, her golden eyes going right back down to her place on the page. Her sloppy buns looked cute, and she had a small smile on her face like she was absolutely thrilled over something.
And she was.
It was her first day at UA.
As a student.
As a hero.
A hero.
Her smile got a little bit bigger as she penciled in another physics equation.
Toshinori Yagi and the UA dean himself pushed the school transfer through. An explanation given was that not only was she superior and intellectually gifted, but that her home life squandered her from growing, and that they feared the woman that was raising her (or rather just keeping her barely alive more less), because that person was an emotional 'abuser' and a drug addict. They did not want Himiko associated or around the trash period.
The papers were approved by the principal of her now old high school within that very day; he even called his now former student on the phone to speak with her. He explained that while the high school was rather large and it was difficult for him to know each individual student personally, that he never would wish that life on anyone, and as a fellow educator he would do what he had to to keep a student safe.
Yagi could relate. They were doing and trying everything they could to keep UA students as safe as possible while not restricting freedom, and still allowing the students to just be young teens, having fun, making friends, going to go get coffee, going to sports games. For the dean feared a complete 100% crack down on their lives, he didn't want to lock them all in, because UA was NOT a prison.
The UA dean loves his students, and he cares for them physically, emotionally and psychologically.
But Eraser and All Might knew now, it would be plenty easy for the villains to know, if they hadn't already figured it out. Their hackers would crack into Sakura Shiro High School's database with no problem and see the paperwork with all the signatures for Ms. Himiko's transfer. For it didn't have the security of UA, not by a long shot, no public high school did.
Also, it helped that Yagi himself called the foster care center that her 'mother' adopted her from as a baby, and with Dr. Toshinori's backing, esteemed UA licensed therapist, he walked into that building all on his own accord and explained in full detail what exactly was happening in her home life.
Toga used her quirk of course to hide her face until she got inside the government protected building, then she morphed back into her own so she could be seen present with the doctor.
The doctor's position held weight; enough gravity that it helped to negotiate.
A temporary, over-riding revocation of the woman's rights over the 13 year old, whom Toga felt forced to call 'mother', was in the works.
All of it rode on one key fact- that the woman had literally disappeared out of thin air on a drug-binge and without anyone present to be Himiko's Power of Attorney as she was underage and the 'mother' gone, Toshinori signed that he would be the temp until another adoptee came along, and that Himiko Toga would live in his care.
However, that put Toshinori Yagi on the radar. He was UA's campus therapist, and here he was, signing paperwork for a League of Villains refugee. It wouldn't be soon also that the villains came to know his name.
Whether they would connect him in his everyday-look (as just a therapist) as being All Might, now that was a whole other concept. All they would know for now is because of the street incident, Eraserhead had taken Toga, and now that Toga was under the wing of some campus doctor and obviously going to school at UA now.
Toga tested for placement as soon as the transfer was approved, and like the bright-flight student that she was, easily she scored into the junior class. She was a 1-C with Shinso, Everett's bestie!
"Who th'fuck are you?"
A certain soldier heard the husky voice loud and clear.
"Toga. Whatever." That little gal replied.
The Lance Corporal turned slowly from cracking eggs into a skillet at the stove. "Shithead." He murmured, it was of astonishment, too low to be insultory, rather it was sweet-toned.
Suki's eyes raised to meet Hisashi's from watching the busy random girl write from across the room. He saw a distinct wetness to the light blue orbs. The soldier had already been crying this morning. Bakugo knew the feeling, but the soldier also had no idea he'd come back so late last night, that he's come back for them, for Kasaya.
The pilot and him just stared from across the bunker's kitchen awed.
Understanding. Grasping.
Allowing each other's stares say it all.
The last kitchen they were in together was in Hisashi's apartment, and they both knew full well what happened there... the worst. Hisashi slept all night on the tile floor with his brother and Kugo had stormed out into the cold night on base to cool down because he was blowing his lid.
"Long time no see." The soldier sarcastically bit. His bottom lip quivered, desperately trying to hold it together. A shallow smile. The uniformed one was happy that he was here.
And in similar manner, Bakugo Katsuki was pleased that Hisashi was here for Kasaya too.
They were glad that they BOTH had made the same decision.
Instead of the older throwing the blonde over his shoulder, pounding his ass with an open palm and swinging him around like a child... instead the two men just slowly scooted to meet in the middle of the kitchen and Bakugo was actually the first to reach, to grasp onto the older Satoko's shirt and slam him close to him, and Hisashi absolutely melted into the blonde.
Here they shared the first real embrace they'd ever had.
Himiko glanced up for a second, then right back down to her notebook. She really had no idea who the blonde one was, but the tall guy she got introduced to knew him obviously.
Both were overcome, feeling hitches in the other's chests. Bakugo's head was under Hisashi's chin he was so tall, and there, the tightness in each other's bodies was unmistakably because of the mountains of feelings that had been spoken to each other, and some not spoken.
But nevertheless, if they weren't brothers before, they were brothers now.
This locked them in tight for life.
No matter what happened, these two boys if they lived, they'd keep touch.
They gripped as if their hands were tightened wrenches.
Hisashi loved Kasaya all along.
And the blonde firestorm coming back?
Hisashi knew now, he loved Kasaya as well somehow.
He did.
That action spoke miles to the soldier. It cracked the seams of his composure. And knowing it, he began to sputter a well of tears. His facade was long gone, had been gone since he couldn't hold it in on base, in his apartment. He couldn't 'be strong' anymore, he failed, and now all that remained were cascading emotions, rolling like trucks in utter reality over his cheeks.
But now, Hisashi was grasping a new truth: That it was stronger to cry; to go against what society says for 'real' men to be.
For he'd seen Bakugo torn, his brother torn, and now here he was... torn as well.
But they were here, ripped apart together, and that made Hisashi feel secure enough to show his feelings.
His brother! Friends he had! Comrades! And much love.
Compared to before, Kasaya Satoko was no longer a lonely human, quiet and stoic.
Now he was different.
He had a stature to him. He he his own weight. His voice sounded alive.
His younger brother was a hero surrounded by heroes.
Kasaya Satoko was a man, and this man stood among the other men in his own unique square of space.
The most important piece to it was that Hisashi knew that Apollo was responsible for that change with the help of Toshinori and Aiwaza.
He never thought he'd see Saya with his gray eyes back the same as before (and albeit not the same entirely as years certainly changes a person), but Hisashi felt strongly that now, both of them, equally as 'Satokos', descendants of Matsume Date, could stand in front of his father together.
He was unsure if their father would ever acknowledge Kasaya again, but he could hope.
Now he had more of a hope than he'd ever had.
But the issue was first for foremost, if they could somehow by the skin of their teeth, make it out on the other side alive. They had less than a 2 percent chance probably.
People will die. They might and possibly could die. But it was better than not trying to stop the madness of the LOA (and all of them were extremely anxious to learn about it, to see what they were up against right from the start).
Even if Hisashi could never get the chance to have their father 'see' Kasaya again, at least he got to 'see' his younger brother again.
And this moment, this period of time in Hisashi's life was as precious as a newborn.
Kasaya was anew, and he got to witness it.
From the ashes a phoenix rose up. It shook the dust off and it stretched it's arms, a yawn with a slick serpentine tongue, and it lit those feathers back afire.
Kasaya's eyes flickered full of glorious light and wonder, just as he was when he was a kid, over the flashlight reading about a dragon.
Hisashi could put two and two together.
Bakugo Katsuki had chosen the Hero Name 'Apollo' because of that book, for Kasaya had told him that Katsuki had gotten it for him for Christmas.
Kasaya mattered to Bakugo, a lot.
He was so happy that he'd chosen to 'force' them together, force them into a friendship, to talk, chose to invite Bakugo to go eat with them at The Golden, to drink, because one of the best parts to this was that Hisashi got to be involved with that part of his brother's life: His little brother's best friend was one of his best friends now too.
And Katsuki was a fucking winner.
A winner all the way.
He was a winner the moment he stepped through that threshold last night late.
Hisashi Satoko just wished he could of been there, right there to see him in. To gratefully thank him. All he could do in this moment right now was just hold him closer, and he did.
The boys sniffled, shivering. He put a hand on that new shorter haircut of Bakugo's running fingers through it, laying his cheek atop the crest of his head, in response, he felt fingers rub his torso in comfort.
UA was the best and the worst choice for his little dipshit bro, but at least it was real.
UA was real.
And for as much as the media was making the school out to seem to be a breeding ground and hot-bed for the 'villain attention', students not being safe, and some of the pro heroes as complete quacks...
Hisashi fully believed. He'd trust Bakugo with his life, his brother's life, his comrade's lives.
Because Apollo was real. Deku, as short as he'd known him so far, he was real. So were Eraserhead and All Might.
These heroes were not here for a show.
They were ready to fight in the fucking trenches for Japan like god damn soldiers.
Lose themselves and risk it to save others.
That was his creed as an airmen.
Hisashi took the oath for his country.
If duty called, he would answer, just as he knew Disaster, Apollo, Deku, Eraserhead and All Might, and any number of other countless heroes on this campus would.
He'd step up to the line.
They'd step up to the line.
Katsuki did not step away from the Lance Corporal's embrace. He didn't say 'it was gross!' as he'd said in the past to those that exposed their feelings in public, leaving him screaming and pounding off down the cement away from it. Instead, he just held onto the over six foot pilot, whispering to him under his breath that he, Bakugo Katsuki 'was here'. He breathed. "I'm not leaving."
For the first time, Bakugo was openly comforting towards another soul (aside Saya), and as he 'shh'ed' him, Bakugo felt a warmth in his heart holding the taller Satoko partially upright.
"I... jus' didn't... think..."
"There's nothing to question." Bakugo squeezed him; his arms around the eighteen year old's thicker waist. Sashi didn't have to finish. Kugo didn't want him to say it. Hisashi meant that he didn't think he'd come back. Bakugo wiggled his head as a 'no don't say it, don't even think it' into his chest, and Hisashi sucked in a deep bout of air and let out a huge sob.
"Your eggs are burnin'." The 'Toga' behind them blurted completely un-phased, sighing.
Hisashi suddenly perked up, choked out a dumb gurgle of a laugh, wiping his eyes on his crisp, long uniform's shirt sleeves and pulled away. He'd forgotten all together that the girl was here, and well, he'd forgotten about the eggs too.
The blonde teen smirked, and wiped his own under-eyes. He went to sit at the high-rise island inside the bunker's kitchen, perching himself up on a bar stool, one leg crossed over the other princely, across from 'Toga' who nicely poured the accompanying teen a glass of orange juice and scooted it his direction.
That moment, as funny and stupid as it was (but true) of that little gal to say, that stupid impromptu laugh of Hisashi's reminded Bakugo of the younger Satoko... and of their secret.
What they'd done to each other.
Late.
Saya was his fox.
A quiet stirring under the sheets.
And last night... ?
He heard every breath.
Just when the work was done, then they could... touch.
And what if work ended early?
Bakugo smirked into his glass at his own wonton thoughts.
Utterly swift did his emotions shift then. It went from feeling a homely warmth to the stove in his body getting turned up by thirty degrees remembering.
He took a swig of the orange juice, the coolness of it not distracting the mind away, especially when he could recall mixing it with vodka and getting too messed up from it. Never were those moments or the taste of it bad, certainly not with a certain navy-haired one panting at his neck, he the cause.
They'd only come to each other if they wanted in the eve.
That was the agreement.
But as of right now, neither had left for class. The day hadn't began, not just yet.
So... Bakugo let himself dwell and feel the long blades of grass in that field of green, just for a bit longer until his passion he would have to put a cap on, bottle it up. To control himself, to be disciplined.
A secret. A secret from the others. Not Toshi or Eraser obviously, but the whole rest of the world, including the soldier.
Bakugo didn't regret it.
There was no need or want to say anything to Hisashi now.
They were just lovers.
Hearing that word in his mind, in that tenor tone, sent shivers straight up his spine.
Lovers.
It sounded forbidden.
A fruit too ripe to be bitten.
But he was bitten. Hard.
He was sure Kasaya would bite anywhere he wanted.
He allowed that initial spark and twinge of pain of those two incisors to repeat like a record player over his skin, to infect him for a bit longer while he sipped on his juice at the bar with the random girl.
"Don't get tears in my fuckin' breakfast."
Both looked over right as Hisashi started scraping at the skillet, flipping the contents inside into the garbage. They were a completely toasted and he had to trash them, much much more brown than normal.
It was Satoko Kasaya being mouthy.
Suki rotated a bit on his stool, and he lost his breath. He felt like he'd somehow been caught red-handed with what he was thinking!
Warm to hot. Now hot to fire, so much the tips of his ears felt steamy, prickly.
Of course, Kasaya was teasing his brother in the normal, harsh way they harp on each other, tough-loving him, but what halted the oxygen in Bakugo's lungs wasn't that. It wasn't that at all.
It was the 'air' about the other. The image before him.
Satoko leaned on the doorway with a sort of ease that was only present in someone confident in themselves.
The long hair, a little shorter and layered now, shaved above the ear only on one side, was pulled back in a half-up half-down style with a knotted bun aback the crest of his head. It fell perfectly sleek, some bangs on the high cheekbones, the navy mane was now regularly being brushed and cared for.
So different than before.
One of the young samurai's forearms was across the threshold's trim, balancing him, the other putting an unlit cigarette behind an ear, school uniform shirt not even buttoned up, just lazily tossed on. His whole torso arched.
Bakugo could see every muscle.
"Yea yea." Hisashi smirked at Kasaya's faux asshole-ish remark, banging the eggs harder into the trash can from the skillet, he was having a slight difficult time getting them out. "I'm making more."
The blonde double-bunned girl was fully engrossed in her studies and paying zero attention. She knew Kasaya was there, but she'd spoken to him enough yesterday that they were on-the-level for now, so she had no need to really say anything to him, he knew she was that 'Emi' on campus that day. Kasaya knew the stunt she pulled, just not many details. She purposefully left out who exactly it was ordered from too: The Connelys.
She didn't want him to think for a second that she would double-cross them, and was as spy.
She wasn't.
She just wanted a better life.
And when she was shown that that could exist, that that was possible, she was glad she reached out her hands and grabbed for it, because it was coming true.
Everett and Shinso would be by to get her soon, and Toshinori and Eraser (or Aiwaza rather, as she is not used to calling him by his actual name just yet) had bought her a bicycle so she could ride with them to the main school's campus everyday!
How awesome!
She could almost squeal!
Bakugo looked over at the little girl shifting in her seat like she was anxious or something, he'd pre-deduced she'd already eaten. Kugo had no idea who she was, but he assumed with how easy-going the Satokos were with her around that they'd been introduced already.
Hisashi turned back around, his lengthy backside to everything and everyone to cook.
No one was looking.
Kasaya licked his bottom lip slow, sleek, and remembering vivid, he dared. His soft grays moved millimeters under his bangs to skim over Bakugo's silhouette inch by inch.
6 hours ago they'd 'laid' together.
Those muscular legs inside the dress pants, one crossed over the other, just how he always sat, but so enticing that posture was. They slid up to Bakugo's trim waist, to his richly wide chest so robust that it could bear the weight of a person three times his weight if he tried, those gaps in between his neck and shoulder, his slim jaw squared, but yet so heart shaped towards the chin.
Pale himself as a sheer alabaster curtain in a window under the moon.
On that sill, Satoko would easily join the man of marble, shaped with the most expensive tools.
Let the breeze blow. Let the wind take them to 'higher' places.
The feeling of last night had left Satoko feeling possessed.
His heart fluttered right beneath his skin.
Instantly, Katsuki felt heat on him.
Eyes.
He knew.
He dared himself.
Rose petal orbs, deep like the richest flowers smoothed over.
Hot to fire. His inner temperature now had gasoline poured over it, and it raged, smoldering with the way that Kasaya made him feel when he simply met his stare.
It was the manner in which the long haired man 'looked' at him, viewed him without anyone else knowing.
Kugo knew it would bring his cheeks to a pink color if he wasn't careful, because in their clandestine stare, Kasaya looked different, seemed different somehow, but he knew exactly what the 'different' was.
Saya was thinking about 'it' right now.
The fever.
The touching.
Just as he was too.
Apollo's lashes slowly batted, his lids felt a haze of heavy. A hot breath slow, puffed out of his mouth.
Saya crunched in the left side of his mouth and bit his own bottom lip; a wordless reply back.
Bakugo swallowed shallow, his fingers spread a little on his own thigh.
Kasaya's right hand slid down into his dress pant pocket, but the thumb grazed the skin by his hip, unashamed.
The blonde felt a twinge inside, and he moved slightly in his seat.
Obsession.
The younger Satoko pushed himself up off the wall not breaking the stare, and every step he took made Bakugo's fingers clinch up that much more to where his fist was wretched into the fabric of his pants.
Velevety, Saya slid onto a neighboring stool, where Himiko poured him a glass of OJ and Satoko said a quick 'thank you'.
Himiko wasn't trying to be nice, she just was nice like that. Always had been. She flipped a page in her book, she was almost done with her assignment, Everett had texted her already and told her that they's be there in a few.
Kasaya under his bangs looked. But, it was not 'looking' at him. He was watching Suki, tracing his facial features.
He felt shy, but not as shy as before when he used to use his bangs to hide his face. Now, his grays penetrated outward and his own look to the crimson alpha male was 'there'.
Bakugo felt suddenly as if he was on a display shelf for a personal viewing. He seen those light orbs... contemplating, wondering.
He didn't mind.
But now the other was close.
On those sleek lips the cigarette perched, and a lighter cracked a flame. He cupped the thing with both his hands, in which long bangs shyly drooped over as he sucked it, and when it was lit, he puffed out a steady stream of smoke, and put an elbow on the table to twiddle his bangs behind his ear with long fingers.
Hisashi threw some onions and green peppers in a different skillet now, and lit the whole kitchen up with a nice savory smell.
Himiko was used to people smoking inside (especially at that LOA hidden bar she used to hang out in) so she didn't even flinch when he lit it up. Likewise for Hisashi, his military buddies really were the worst, especially his two closest pals that called him 'Sushi', they both played cards and smoked indoors too much at times.
Bakugo opened his lids a bit more to watch Kasaya in his silent musing towards him, he moved his chin ever so slightly to the man's direction.
Wondering.
Bakugo wanted to know in the depth of that mind, what Satoko Kasaya, For One's All, wondered about.
Did he wonder about how far they would go?
Did he imagine fingers skimming every inch of his shell?
Did he want to be caressed?
Bodies crashing? The hunger?
Bakugo was instantly hungry himself, not just for breakfast.
As always, as Kasaya took another long puff, and let it out slow from the depths of those slim lips, as their eyes blinked steady like heartbeats to each other...
They knew they were hot for one another.
Always... they were hot for one another.
A blue fire.
It was only, ever you.
Bakugo knew it was true.
"Apollo." Kasaya whispered with cigarette perched. He blew out some more smoke, addressing his new lover scandalously, quietly.
Suki smirked widely and stupidly at that.
How mean!
How incredibly sexy that was of him to use his Hero Name in such a way!
"Hn?" Bakugo throated without opening his mouth, he only opened his mouth to stick an incisor of his own into the flesh of his knuckle which was propping his face up lazily.
Kasaya took the cigarette out of his mouth and perched it between two of his fingers, so he could run his fingers through his long hair.
Like a lion, king of the jungle on the prowl, Suki slyly slid his over the other's and took the cigarette right out of it, but not before secretly running a thumb across those knuckles, and millimeters from the skin, heatedly tracing a index across the wrist.
Kugo was challenging his mate. He brought the stick to his lips and took a relaxing intake, narrowing his lids in a provocative manner, leaving his hand not far from the others on the table top.
Suddenly a knocking was at the door.
Toga popped up out of her seat like a little bug.
"YESSS!" She acutely screamed.
Both young men's heads and attention went right to the door.
"Oh fuck! SHUT UP!" Bakugo suddenly piped. "NOISY!"
Kasaya suddenly choked out a huge laugh. That was exactly what needed to happen, for Bakugo didn't know, but Saya was reached out his left hand under the table top.
He wanted to quickly glide his hand over the thigh closest to him. Playing it both smooth, cool, and secret.
Teasing and testing.
Just... testing for a reaction.
Instead, he retracted it back and sat it in his own lap.
Himiko quickly slammed her stuff in a backpack, but not before having a quick snapshot, less than half a second look at the hands on the table moving away from one another. They hadn't been touching, except when the blonde guy took the cigarette, but she figured at what it was.
She knew Kasaya was engaged, had internally laughed so hard over it because of how obsessed with the guy Ashley was. Satoko even said he was engaged when she first met him, explained his feelings, why he was in that type of relationship, how love felt for him, why it was like that for him, for them.
His ring wasn't on his finger, and that wasn't any of her business as to why it wasn't, but...
This blonde guy sitting at the table.
Satoko Kasaya wasn't engaged to a girl.
'Ah.' She smiled thinking, packing.
It didn't matter to her.
The blonde dude was a nice catch. Kind of irate with his words, but nevertheless he was a handsome guy, and he had a very kingly air about him, rock solid in stance, as if he would never back down if Kasaya was in trouble.
That brought her to smile.
Kasaya was a good person.
He was one of the reasons (aside Everett), that she left The League high and dry.
It brought her comfort to know someone like this guy had Kasaya's back.
"What are you smiling for? Go answer the door. Fuck." Bakugo smoked. He just wanted this blonde chick's golden eyeballs off of him, she kept looking him up and down. It was weird, and those orbs of hers oddly reminded him of someone, but he couldn't quite place it.
"Come on in guys!" She hollered over her shoulder.
In a few seconds the door popped open and in came a guy with a dyed faux hawk and a bright orange scarf, and another guy with purplish hair, whose roots had grown out by about an inch. He had bags under his eyes and a severe bedhead.
"Hey'ya!" Toga waved, hopping down from her chair.
Shinso and Bakugo shared a glare. They knew each other.
Then suddenly the deep purple headed guy, without question shallowly opened his mouth. "Bakugo."
Kugo raised an eyebrow and blew out a puff of smoke. What's he want?
"Hey Shinso." Saya waved small. "Everett."
Everett waved back but was highly engrossed in Toga who was excitably jumping up and down right in front of him. His cheeks were growing pinker by the second, and as she bounded into him for a hug, his face spoke that he certainly was in heaven.
"I fought against Midoriya Izuku in the tournament." Shinso went on when Bakugo did not reply. What was with all these guys? Aiwaza smoked and that threw him through a loop, watching that shoulder length black hair whipping in the wind with the window rolled down in the rented car as he blew the smoke out the window. He never would of guessed that a hero professor would, but yet again, he didn't know their personal lives.
But come to find out yesterday, Satoko Kasaya smoked. As he got introduced to him, it wasn't thirty minutes later the navy headed guy went out and lit one up outside on the patio.
Now Bakugo Katsuki?
Of all people, he never would of guessed it.
A smoker.
Not that it mattered.
It was just surprising, all of this was just so surprising. The habits, the situation, those involved.
They were detectives now too, they'd been brought in.
He wondered how many there were.
It was Toshinori the therapist and Eraserhead leading it with the dean's backing. Then there were the student detectives: Apollo, Disaster, Deku (who he knew already). And now them, Everett, Shinso and Toga.
6 total.
He had to look up Apollo, he'd never heard of that Hero Name in the student directory. Turns out, it was none other than Bakugo Katsuki.
"So?" Bakugo suddenly piped. "I remember."
"What's with this tournament?" Kasaya suddenly piped up.
Hisashi put two plates of food down in front of the seventeen year olds. "Finish that cigarette so you can eat and go to class." The solider commented.
"Idiot. I know." Bakugo softly barked, he took it out of his lips and gave it back to Kasaya, who as usual, quickly pecked it right up out of from between his fingers with his own lengthy fingers, and perched it back in his mouth. He would be the one to finish it.
Hisashi shook his head at them with a smirk and looked away, going back for cleanup. He learned they shared those things most of the time.
"We both competed in it." Bakugo took a bite of eggs. "What'you want? Fuckin' acknowledgement?"
Shinso kind of rose his eyebrows. No. That wasn't what he wanted.
It was just surprising that the 'Terror of the Tournament' who they had to bring out in shackles and a muzzle was smoking. Supposedly, other than his attitude, he was a top student. "You bein' here just surprised me." He never would of pegged the guy as giving in and doing detective work for something like this, just to fight and blow shit up.
"Why?" Bakugo blurted. "Satoko is my roommate."
Kasaya flicked ash into a tray. That was true. He put the cigarette back up to his lips.
"What was your quirk anyway?" Bakugo went on. It was abnormal for him to talk to someone, but he wanted to poke at this guy a little. He wasn't making him mad, but he remembered his quirk being pretty strong. He wanted to know if he could beat his ass, in all seriousness, he knew he probably could physically, the guy was a shrimp, lean and fit, but very thin.
"Mind Control. It's called Brainwash."
Hisashi spoke up. "Aiwaza and Toshinori want Shinso to train with Kasaya since he has more experience with his quirk, and they are similar in value."
"I am Disaster." Kasaya softly spoke. It wasn't just a quirk for him. He was the quirk. He had 'become'. "I am the power." He went on.
Shinso didn't say anything, but he wanted to know what he meant. He obviously was correcting his older brother somehow.
Bakugo now seen why Shinso was addressing him. "You're training with De... Izuku... Kasaya and I."
"Yea." Shinso scratched the back of his neck.
"Watch out." Bakugo looked up over his eggs and narrowed his eyes. It was a flat threat, meant to stir him up.
"I'm not afraid of 'The Terror of the Tournament'. You don't threaten me." Shinso blurted.
"That so, C Class bedbug?" Bakugo suddenly piped slamming a forkful of eggs in his mouth, his words taking hold on the situation.
Suddenly the room was hot. The words getting a tad elevated.
"What's that nickname?" Toga blurted. "Terror of..."
Everett put a hand over her mouth and she instantly quieted.
Nobody said anything.
Bakugo looked like he was about to blow steam. He hated that fucking name that the campus paper tagged him as afterwards!
Himiko didn't get it. She was a bit behind with the UA activities. The League of Villians would watch it every year, as it was televised across Japan, but well... living where she lived, with no food, a cold house, and nothing to entertain her except reading, she didn't have cable!
She didn't watch The UA Tournament, so she had no idea or clue what was being mulled about right now.
Kasaya took his first bite of eggs and looked at Bakugo.
"I... it's about the medals in that box."
"Hn?" Kasaya chewed. The baseball medals and the first place tournament medal Katsuki threw in the box too? Where was that box anyhow? He was certain he brought it with him, in one of his packed bags. They were all sorts of colors now. Blue, black, orange. They had all sorts of cartoons drawn all over them, the bands with cuss words scribbled into them.
It was a way to let the past go.
They still had to burn those.
He remembered hearing some people up on top The Golden whispering at one of the tables about 'The Terror of the Tournament' as Kasaya was hauling his drunk ass by them and shoved him into the elevator.
"I... had first place stolen from me. Half n' half bastard gave up, didn't fight me to his fullest. Pissed me off." He chewed, chuffed. "They put me in a muzzle and shackles just so they could stand me up on stage."
"Oh." Kasaya got the joke now. The reason why he was being called that here and there. "Suits you."
Bakugo turned his head, narrowed his eyes.
Kasaya suddenly blew up into a huge laugh.
The whole room witnessed a thing that they never thought they'd see out of Bakugo Katsuki, the firey demon.
He suddenly smiled huge, in that childish way that only Saya had seen thus far, as he constantly dawned a huge scowl in public, and smacked Kasaya on the shoulder. "Damn right, yeh?" Bakugo commented, running his fingers through his new hair cut.
He'd like to be locked up in shackles, put in a muzzle, let Kasaya see.
His thoughts were so in-the-gutter.
So were Satoko's.
Of course, nobody knew their inner contemplations.
This made funny outburst made Shinso smirk.
Bakugo wasn't as bad as others made him out to be.
Not at all.
Maybe he used to be, but not now.
He was obviously completely over the ordeal.
He no longer cared about the mockery he felt for that event, or getting back at Todoroki.
That was a dead ringer to Shinso that Bakugo Katsuki, newly tagged as Apollo, was serious about being a detective. He wasn't this high-headed, screaming psycho the way he used to be, blowing shit all to hell in the courses, storming ahead with no thought except to destroy.
Bakugo now was a controlled nutjob.
Just like how Shinso felt he was... a controlled nutjob. For years he struggled to find control, and finally he had gripped it, and he had Ibara to thank, but now she was with another man, and that was something he could not help. She was happy and he had to let her go.
For he was the one that loved her, fell in love, and she did not feel the same.
As they all grabbed their stuff and walked out, that left Hisashi alone in the kitchen to snap his uniform together. He would be picked up by his friends in a few via humvee, as always, to get back to base for his own classes.
He could take them smacking each other's shoulders.
He could take them joking and laughing.
He could take them sharing cigarettes.
Hugging.
Drinking together.
But.
He wanted to be wrong.
And he'd just hugged the blonde!
He'd turned his head briefly as Toga slammed up out her seat and screamed at the tops of her lungs excitably.
The seventeen year old's suddenly jolted their heads towards the rapping at the door too.
Taken off guard they were.
Hisashi caught the back's of both their heads.
He seen movement.
Under the tabletop.
And when his eyes flecked down...
His younger brother's... hand.
It was hovering over a thigh; a few inches above it.
Not his own.
Ready to be placed. Downward.
Hisashi felt a sudden hitch in his throat, his stomach went into a knot.
The palm retracted back and was placed in Kasaya's own lap.
Friends don't do... 'that'.
He turned back to the stove quickly and sniffed irritably.
Surely he was incorrect.
He was just seeing a friendly pat.
But why retract it then, if it was meant in a friendly way?
Because Kasaya was afraid he'd get caught.
Well, too late.
"They're just... best friends." He snapped his uniform dress jacket up to the neck, and rotated his neck a few times back and forth inside of it to get comfortable. Somehow, he knew he was just lying to himself to make himself feel better.
But what if they weren't...
Hisashi suddenly stuck his lip out. It wasn't a pout. It was a scowl.
"That..."
That would mean that his brother...
His only brother...
His only sibling...
Fellow Satoko...
The one he protected, helped, cared for, practically raised the past four years...
Likes... a man.
Hisashi snarled.
He thought of Bakugo as a brother!
But now?!
"What'd you two do?!" He whisped angrily to no one, he wished he was in both of their faces.
Bakugo came back late into the night last night!
He slept in his brother's room!
There's only one bed in there!
He assumed Katsuki slept on the floor!
But now... he wasn't fucking so sure about that!
That fucking hand of his younger brother's, if that hand would of laid down on that thigh he would of fucking lost it! Where it would of laid down at too! It wasn't just the thigh, it was higher up, and it would of laid down towards the inside of the fucking leg!
GAY.
It was... gay.
"GOD DAMNIT!" Hisashi threw a punch into the couch. "I'LL FUCKIN' KILL YOU BAKUGO!"
If he made it out alive, he wanted to see his brother dating again! To get married eventually! All selfish wants of course, but he wanted to be the best man in his wedding for Christ's sake!
"WHAT'S THIS BULLSHIT!" Hisashi punched the couch again, and straightened up quickly to snap on his sword belt and hilt.
Later, he would have a conversation with that asshole.
That blonde fuckwad better listen to him loud and clear to leave his younger brother alone, and not fuck with his head!
Trick him into liking him or some fucked up, dumb shit!
After all he's been through!
Hisashi walked out of the Super Pro bunker, slamming the door.
He certainly will tear into him later.
He will rip his god damn head off!