The cool air that surrounded the blonde teen did little to stifle the simmering rage that built from within. Bakugo Katsuki, after a very shit day at school, decided to cool his head off for a change by walking around the neighborhood. He absolutely hated this stupid feeling, this feeling of powerlessness; the loss of control. Not once had he felt this embarrassed, no, enraged by another. It was such bullshit, at least to the blond. As he walked idly down the sidewalk, he decided to kick an open tin can for the heck of it, feeling oddly comforted by the metal vibrating. Katsuki angerly recalled how that American exchange student walked around like he owned the place, when clearly it was Bakugo (the future Number One Hero). He recalled how that American signaled him out, remembered how his smile was just a bit too wide as the skinny teen taunted him. He recalled how he got his ass handed to him on a silver platter, all because of that stupid quirk of his.

Livid with the shameful memories, the explosive quirk user kicked the tin can into a metal garbage container that was in a nearby side alley while screaming at the top of his lungs, "FUCK!" Huffing and puffing (and only feeling slightly better), the blonde heard and saw a rustle coming from the alleyway. "Oi, who the fuck's there?!" Katsuki shouted, getting into a defensive position before making two separate explosions to intimidate a possible attacker. "Last chance, asshole!"

Suddenly lime green slime slithered out from a nearby drainpipe, appearing before the Aldera High student. The slime solidified, making a teenage-esque body. From what Bakugo could see, the 'teenager' had formed simple clothing around himself (made of slime, of course), had an average face, and looked malnourished, making the blonde flinch. The mysterious person put their hands up, trying their best not to get hurt. "W-wait! Please, don't hurt me!" the unknown male cried out, a tremble in the his voice. "Don't hurt me, please!"

Katsuki tsked, shaking his head at the sheer thought of doing that. The green gelatin guy had a desperate look on his face, staring at him with a hungry yet guilty look in his eyes. "Why were ya hidin' earlier?" Bakugo questioned, slightly putting down his hands to gain a bit of trust.

"I...was scared. Are you going to h-hurt me too?" the gelatin boy asked, looking close to tears.

Pity filled the entirety of Bakugo's being, making him do something he normally wouldn't do. "If I put down my hands, are you going to attack me?" the blonde asked with a sigh, getting confirmation with a quick and eager head nod. Putting down his hands, he watched as the slime person did the same. "Alright, the hell's your name?"

"It's Midoriya Izuku. And yours?" Izuku responded, asking the last part hesitantly. Midoriya's instincts were yelling at him to run away, telling him that the blonde boy couldn't be trusted like all the others. It wasn't the first time that a person 'found' him by 'accident' and tried to 'help' him, which usually involved a dark room and a scalpel. But for whatever reason, something inside of him (something long forgotten) told him to stay.

"It's Bakugo Katsuki," the student gruffly replied, looking over Izuku's body in worry. The other teen's eyes looked uneasy, hungry, and had what looked like bags underneath them, if the darker than normal slime was to be believed. No boy, especially someone who looked to be his age, should look that skinny. Bakugo risked looking for his wallet, which he luckily found in his pocket. "God, are you fasting? You need a fuckin' sandwich," he remarked, unable to hide the unease on his face.

Midoriya winced as he tried his best to hide his torso with his arms, which proved to be futile as he was translucent. "I wish that's all I needed..." the greenette mumbled, which was heard by the blonde.

"If you wanted a goddamn sandwich you should've just asked!" Katsuki growled out, rolling his eyes at how simple the problem seemed to be. Getting close before the slime boy could stop him, he grabbed him by the wrist, his fingers sinking into the other's gelatin flesh. Midoriya's eyes widened in fear, more scared of himself than what the blonde was doing.

"W-w-wait a moment! You don't understand!" Izuku tried to sink his feet into the floor but found no footing, getting dragged along outside the alleyway. For the first time in awhile the teen was outside in the open during daytime. For the first time in awhile he hoped he didn't have to worry about how he'd get his next meal.

"Shut up, you're eating," Bakugo told him, making the gelatin boy give up as he finally began walking with him instead of against him. Cars zoomed past them, and the only passerby that walked by looked too enthralled in his phone call. Seeing as they had a couple minutes to kill, Katsuki began his interrogation, "So, Midoriya, why the fuck haven't you been eating?" he asked, curious and annoyed that someone would let this happen to themselves, willingly or otherwise.

Izuku looked panicked for a second before settling on telling a truthful lie, "I-I eat a lot, so when people make offers to help they realize it was a bad idea..." he stopped talking, memories being brought back to the surface of him being betrayed over and over again. He shook his head as he tried to stay in the present, "Anyways, where are we going?"

"A diner me and my old hag go to. They sell really spicy food, so you better be okay with that," the blonde stated, looking over his shoulder as he still held the other's wrist. He noticed that Midoriya had a look of concentration on his face, along with anxiety. Huffing out in worry he finally came to a stop without warning, causing the other to bump into him. "We're here, nerd."

"I'm not a nerd!" Izuku cried out in disbelief that he was being made fun of while at the same time being taken care of.

"If you act like a nerd, talk like a fuckin' nerd, then you're a nerd, nerd," Bakugo explained simply, kicking open the diner's door. The noise that was previously going on before the duo got there immediately died down, with the blonde's dramatic entrance attracting every patron's attention. From young to old, to couples and to people eating while studying, everyone stared at the strange duo. "The fuck you looking at?" the explosive teen menacingly asked, forming an explosion. Like magic, everyone then (wisely) ignored them. Still dragging his 'acquaintance', he brought him to one of his favorite booths. "Sit down," Katsuki commanded, throwing Midoriya into it, making him fall face first. It was lined with red leather, having the distinct 'old world' feel.

Getting up from his prone position, Midoriya sat upright, looking wearily left and right as he sat across from his new friend. From what the greenette could tell, the diner had an 'American' feel to it, with the numerous bald eagles and the colors red, white, and blue adorning every surface. "This place is...neat?" Izuku meekly said, trying his best at small talk.

"Why do you let me throw you around, dumbass?" Bakugo asked, waiting impatiently for the waiter/waitress to appear. "You just let it happen, like a pushover."

Midoriya simply shrugged, playing around with a napkin in front of him, deliberately not looking at his potential savior. "It doesn't hurt, so I let it happen. Besides, I'm in n-no position to argue," he explained like that answered everything, which got a baffled look from the blonde.

"Doesn't hurt? How the fuck does it not hurt?!" Katsuki asked, worry laced in his voice. He watched as his gelatin friend began folding the napkin in front of him various times, entranced as Izuku began to manipulate the slime on his right hand, forming basic scissors. "The fuck are you doing?"

Stopping mid-cut, Midoriya gave a small sad smile as he looked into Bakugo's fiery red eyes. "You're the first person to ever ask that, you know?" Midoriya informed him, finishing his cut into the napkin. Satisfied, Izuku opened up the napkin, revealing a paper doll chain, albeit a crude one. "Is it bad? I just wanted to how how grateful I am..." he admitted, sporting a dark green blush as he realized how sappy this was.

The explosive quirk user blinked back his surprise, his words failing him as they died in his throat. No one had ever made him something like this, which made the teen feel an unknown feeling. Huffing, he analyzed the paper doll chain critically before reminding Izuku, "You didn't answer the question, nerd."

Scratching the back of head, Midoriya laughed slightly. "Well, I literally don't feel pain, Kacchan-" Izuku stopped promptly, his eyes opening wide in horror. "I-I-I didn't mean to overstep boundaries!"

Katsuki gave a small impressed grin as he remarked, "Didn't know you had the balls, slime face." As soon as he finished his sentence, a waitress appeared next to the duo. Looking no older than 30, her purple irises held a sort of shine to them as if this was the best part of her day. She wore a red and white themed outfit that made her look like she just walked out of 1950's America. With a slightly tired smile, she held a tray that had a hamburger that was loaded with red/orange peppers with lettuce.

"Bakugo, how good to see you! Here's your usual, a murder burger!" she smiled cheerily as she gave the blonde his meal. Finally noticing Midoriya for the first time, her eyes grew wide in surprise which quickly turned mischievous. "Oh, what do we have here? This is a pretty special place for my favorite angry blonde, so to bring you here...have fun you two~" she told them teasingly, giggling as she went back to the kitchen. Steam leaked from the explosive teen's ears, his face turning into a tomato-like color.

"FOR FUCK'S SAKE!" Bakugo screamed out, slamming down on the table in embarrassment. Acting on instinct, Midoriya jumped back a bit which inadvertently caused the blonde to set his raging red eyes on him. "We're not on a date, you got that?!" he screamed, spit flying into the other's face.

"Of course!" Izuku screamed, a sheepish look on his face as the spit dissolved into his translucent skin. To his immense embarrassment, the greenette's stomach began to growl at an absurd level, which made Kacchan forget that he was pissed at the moment.

Sliding the plate to the starving teen, Bakugo spoke in a commanding tone as he crossed his arms like an impatient parent, "Eat."

Midoriya gulped audibly, weighing his options. He could refuse, but that'd be rude...option number two, then. After clapping his hands together and bowing slightly, the greenette picked up his burger. "T-thanks for the meal, Bakugo!" he said in his most grateful tone as he took a bite of his food. Like all the other meals he's tried, it was tasteless and bland but the peppers added a nice crunch noise to it. "Tasty," he added, taking another bite casually.

Bakugo watched with curiosity as the food went down Midoriya's throat before disintegrating in what he thought was his stomach. After watching the boy's face eat the sandwich with no discomfort, a look of pure disbelief sat upon Bakugo's face before it was replaced by sheer amazement. He uncrossed his arms as he said, "You're just causally eating a burger loaded with fuckin' ghost peppers?"

Izuku tried to speak before realizing he forgot to swallow, making a sort of strangled noise. Indicting he was okay by putting up a blobby thumbs-up, the slime boy asked incredulously, "Is that why it's called a 'murder burger'?" making air quotes as he said it.

"Who do you think came up with it, you fuckin' nerd?!" he shouted, putting his shoes up on the table as if he owned the place; dirt particles falling on the table in the process. "I've been coming here with my old hag ever since I got my awesome quirk. Never did care much for spicy food before I got it though."

Midoriya's eyes lit up, his pupils turning into large saucers as he began to speak at an inhuman pace, "That supports my theory that all quirks directly and/or indirectly affect the type of food you eat! Does that mean that 'old hag' you keep mentioning also has an explosive quirk like you?! What about your dad?! IwonderwhatAllMightlikesseeingashowhenevereatsontele-"

Kacchan finally put the end to Izuku's rant by making a large explosion his right hand, immediately making the entire diner go quiet. "Besides that being annoying as hell, your theory makes sense, nerd," Bakugo enunciates, proving that Midoriya was what the blonde said.

Izuku turned his head to his left slightly, making a confused face as a literal gooey question mark came out of his head. "In what way, Kacchan?" Midoriya also enunciates, trying his best to get back at the other.

Turning his head away to ignore the admittedly cute scene unfolding before him, Bakugo said in a gruff and pissed off way, "This fuckin' transfer student has a stupid fuckin' quirk that makes water, and all he eats are veggies," he explains, his anger rising quickly upon reliving a certain memory.

Midoriya widens his eyes in surprise as he finished the burger completely. Making sure there's no food in his mouth he states innocently, "A water quirk? That's the complete opposite of yours!"

With a huff of annoyance, Katsuki muttered quietly to himself, "That's the fuckin' problem..." Now agitated, Bakugo quickly put a single 500 yen coin on the table. "You doing better, Midoriya?" he asked, slightly concerned for the other's wellbeing.

"Of course, Bakugo! That burger s-sure did the trick...um, thanks again!" Izuku bowed deeply, feeling slight remorse that he lied.

Katsuki breathed out a sigh of relief before pulling out his phone, looking through his social media. Taking this as a sign to depart, Midoriya turned around and already was halfway to the door before the blonde could speak, "Yeah yeah, anytime, nerd," he flippantly said, pointedly trying not to watch his friend watch leave.

Izuku stopped mid-stride, not believing at all what his ears heard. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down as he asked hesitantly, "Do you mean that?" Clearly caught off guard, Bakugo was about to say a snarky remark on how that was an expression of speech before he saw the literal green face looking back at him. Pure unadulterated hope was hiding behind the slime's face, practically begging the blonde to say yes.

Begrudgingly he replied back, "I mean what I say. If you need help again, just come back here and ask for my name," an uncharacteristic soft tone to his voice. He watched as possibly the first friend he ever had walk away from him, not knowing that Midoriya was crying tears of gratitude.


Midoriya Izuku would be the first to admit that what he was doing wasn't quite legal; in fact, he didn't even know if it was a misdemeanor or a felony. It started (like all things) quite simply. After leaving the American-themed diner, the slime boy walked to the end of the block before ducking behind the corner. His plan was to ask his new friend where he lived, so that he could repay him in the future, but when the blonde walked closer and closer to Midoriya he chickened out.

So now he was stuck in a positive feedback loop, where every time he got the courage to ask he lost it, before then hiding again as he followed the blonde. So while yes he was technically stalking Bakugo, he didn't intend to. Izuku thought bitterly how well that would hold up in court as he quickly morphed his body to be as thin as the electrical pole he was hiding behind. As predicted, Kacchan turned behind, looking for anything suspicious. After confirming he didn't see anything he scoffed, shaking his head as if he was rejecting an idea. Katsuki looked left and right quickly before he crossed the street, a downcast look to his face.

"Move it or lose it!" Midoriya shouted in his mind, getting out of his hiding spot as he tried to psych himself up. With a deep breath to steady himself, he began to jog his way over to his new friend, his right foot accidently absorbing stray pebbles as he crossed the street. Annoyed, he stopped to shake them out before Izuku saw in his peripheral vision a pre-quirk era sports car barreling towards him. He would've breathed a sigh of relief if the car were to hit him, as his slime body would survive the impact (it wouldn't be the first time). However, fate had other plans as the black sports car turned sharply, causing physics to do its work as the car flipped over and over again, now aiming to hit the first person to ever truly give a damn about a homeless slime teen. His legs moved before he could think it, one thought running through Izuku's mind as he desperately ran to his friend: "SAVE HIM."

Right before the impact happened, Midoriya shouted out a cry of determination as he knocked over Bakugo, the car rushing past where his body would have been. The blonde crashed into a concrete wall, blacking out from the sudden impact. Besides that little slip-up, Izuku would've cried tears of joy at actually being useful for once instead of a hinderance.

Except Midoriya Izuku had no eyes to cry tears of joy, nor did the slime boy have any mouth or appendages to wake up his friend. At first he thought he was just underneath the explosive teen, but that didn't make sense, as Midoriya tackled the blonde from behind. It was then he realized (to his horror) that he had merged completely with Bakugo Katsuki without his permission.

He wasn't hungry for the first time in months.