Hello!

So while I can't finish my other story "When a Doctor and a Pro Hero Meets", I will post a short story that I am almost done with, because I don't know when I will come back after this story is done.

I hope you enjoy it!

So.

There were signs, actually, the universe sent him a lot of signs, but he ignored all of them.

Katsuki should have known that his day would be shitty when his alarm didn't go off, and he didn't wake up for his daily run around the campus.

Katsuki should have known that his day would be shitty when he went to the communal boys bathroom to take a shower and realized that some shithead had used all the hot water.

Katsuki should have known that his day would be shitty when he opened the fridge to find out that someone drank all the 2% milk that he used to have in his cereals.

And Katsuki shouldn't have yelled to the universe, "For fucks sake! This day can't become worse!", because of course the universe was a bitch and wanted him to eat his own words. "Sure! Just give me a minute!", the fucking universe would have answered like that if it had a damn mouth.

That's probably why on his way to the classroom, some random student from the support department bumped on Katsuki and accidentally activated their quirk.

There was a pink mist around them, and the ash blond coughed, irritated by the other student's clumsiness and by the sweet smell that the smoke was emanating.

"THE FUCK WAS THAT?!" He snapped, and the support department student flinched, finally realizing who was the person involved in the accident.

"I'M SORRY!" The smaller boy exclaimed, terrified by Katsuki's angry expression. "I AM REALLY SORRY! I DIDN'T MEAN TO ACTIVE MY QUIRK!"

A quirk.

A fucking quirk accident, before 8 in the morning.

"WHAT. QUIRK?!"

"It's called Rom Com!" The student rushed to answer.

What? Rom Com? What's that again?

He frowned.

Rom Com…

Rom Com.

Rom Com!

Romantic comedy! Really?!

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! WHY?!

The poor boy gave Katsuki an explanation of his quirk like he was reading a manual and by the time that he finished and ran away like he was being chased by a demon, Katsuki wondered why he didn't stay at the dorms, called sick, or anything between those lines. He didn't even care if someone would find out later that he lied! An angry Aizawa and detention, even house arrest would be better than this shit!

He was fucked.

…

Kaminari Denki and Kirishima Eijirou were dense about a lot of stuff, but they were well versed on Bakugou's mood language, they just like to (usually) ignore their friend's explosive yelling for the sake of their own fun. However, even those two knew when to stop making fun of Bakugou if they wanted to live another day, and seeing the dark aura emanating from said ash blond, this was one of these days.

"What's wrong with him today?" Kaminari whispered to Kirishima as soon as they entered the classroom. "I mean, he was already pissed off when he left the dorms, but…that…" He pointed to Bakugou's murder aura. "...it's a whole new level."

"He was yelling about a bunch of stuff since he woke up, so I don't even know what made him become like that anymore…" The red haired boy answered in a low voice so only Denki could hear, while placing his bag on the table, eyes still glued on his best friend's tense back. "Just make sure to stay away from him today if you value your life."

"Yeah…I am too young to die." The electric quirk user nodded. "And I pray that no one makes it worse."

Of course Kaminari jinxed that, because Izuku entered the class a few minutes later, smiling, good natured and bright, the opposite of Katsuki's current mood.

Oh no. Kaminari and Kirishima looked at each other, they would be witnesses of a murder.

The green haired boy didn't seem to notice the ash blond dark aura - or just ignored it, because they knew each other for almost their whole lives, and he was just too used to Bakugou's bad moods - and after greeting whoever said him 'good morning', he went to his childhood friend's direction.

He placed the big yellow backpack on his own table, behind Katsuki, and then greeted the ash blond with a smile.

"Good morning, Kacchan!"

"Shut the fuck up, Deku! Don't talk to me, and don't even come closer!" Came the reply, more irritated than ever.

Izuku frowned. He knew Kacchan, normally Katsuki would ignore any attempt at conversation, including greetings. Something is wrong, Izuku thought, and then he did the exact opposite of what Katsuki just asked for.

"Are you okay, Kacchan?" Izuku inquired, green eyes staring at the back of Katsuki's head. "You never answer me…"

Fucking Deku and his abnormal observation's skills!

"Yeah yeah! I'm fucking fine, so fuck off asshole!"

"Are you sure Kacchan?"

"That you are an asshole?! Yeah! Pretty sure!"

But Izuku ignored the comment, too used to Katsuki's pouty mouth and jabs.

"You are acting a little bit…weird…do you have a fever?" Deku sounded worried, and that realization gave Katsuki a strange feeling on his stomach. He refused to call it 'butterflies on his stomach'!

And that's when everything went wrong.

Izuku approached him to put his hand on Katsuki's forehead, just to make sure that the ash blond boy wasn't sick, and then he stumbled in nothing but thin air, and fell.

"Wahhh!" The greenette cried, and at the same time, the few students at the class gasped in horror.

There was a loud "thump", as Katsuki fell from his chair and Izuku fell on top of him, faces just a few inches from each other.

Deku fell.

On. Top. Of. Katsuki.

He and Deku spar. Yeah, they still train together, and that means that there was a lot of touching, and at least once during their training sessions, they would fall on top of each other and roll on the dirt to try to score a punch or two.

But that is that and this is this.

"What the fuck, Deku?!" The ash blond yelled, ears and neck getting red and hot, while struggling to get the other boy off of him.

"I-I sorry, Kacchan!" Izuku panicked, freckled cheeks slightly pink. "It wasn't on purpose! I swear!"

"GET. OFF!"

"YES!" Maybe their classmates took pity on Deku or him, okay, probably Deku, because Shitty Hair and Dunce Face finally moved, grabbing Izuku by the arms and lifting him. "I'm sorry Kacchan! I'm really sorry!"

Katsuki slowly got up on his feet, and although his face was now red too (he hoped that everyone would mistake that as embarrassment), if a glare could kill, he was sure that the whole class would have dropped dead.

"STAY. AWAY. FROM. ME!" He paused at each word, Katsuki wanted to make sure that Izuku would take a hint this time. "FUCKING NERD!"

"Yes!" And if he wasn't in such a fucking shit situation, Katsuki would have probably laughed at how not only Deku, but also Shitty Hair and Dunce Face, flinched and put their hands in front of their foreheads in a salute mannerism, replying with a "Yes, sir!"

…

But of course things never go the way he wanted.

For some reason, that morning every teacher asked Deku to go answer questions at the black board, and every single time that he would come back to sit at his table again, Deku would stumble on nothing, and fall.

On top of Katsuki of course.

That leads them to a lot of embarrassing and awkward moments and positions.

"What's wrong with you two, Problem Children?" Aizawa asked at their last morning class, tired eyes staring at tangled limbs on the floor for the fourth time. "This is a heroics and laws class, not sex education."

Izuku resembled a strawberry when he finally got up again.

And Katsuki looked like a ticking bomb.

When Deku fell on top of him for the fifth time, Katsuki finally snapped.

…

"WHO THE FUCK LEFT A FUCKING BANANA PEEL HERE?!" Katsuki yelled, uniform stained with his super spicy curry, and on his left hand the banana peel. Crimson eyes were scanning the cafeteria full of U.A students, who in turn were looking at him with some curiosity, others with a frown, while others were trying their best to not laugh. "SHOW YOURSELF SO I CAN EXPLODE YOUR ASS TO AMERICA!"

What the actual fuck?!

Deku falling on top of him was one thing, Deku slipping on a banana peel (where the fuck that came from?!), dropping his katsudon and knocking Katsuki's spicy curry AND THEN falling on top of Katsuki - again - was another one.

"Kacchan! Stop!" Izuku, uniform equally dirty, grabbed Katsuki under his arms and started pulling him out of the cafeteria. "You can't explode people to America!"

"LET GO, DIPSHIT!" And even if he kept hitting the other boy on the face with his elbow, Izuku didn't let go. "I'M GONNA KILL THE FUCKER THAT IS LITTERING THE CAFETERIA!"

"You can't Kacchan! That's murder!"

"MURDER?! I'M JUST DISPOSING TRASH!"

"Kacchan! No!"

And after a lot of struggle and unnecessary comments from Monoma (who was hiding somewhere in the cafeteria - the coward!), Izuku left the cafeteria with a furious Katsuki. If he stumbles on thin air again, and both rolled down a flight or two of stairs it's another story.

…

Recovery Girl wasn't happy that Midoriya and Bakugou ended up at the infirmary.

"Why were you two fighting near the stairs?"

"We weren't (fucking) fighting!" They said in unison, because, yeah, for once they weren't on each other's throats, it was more like Izuku trying to prevent a mass murder.

Well, she didn't believe it at all, so after a few bandaids to their faces, they were discharged with two lollipops each.

"No fighting!" She repeated.

"We weren't (fucking) fighting!"

"And go change your clothes, you two smell curry!"

…

"That's your fucking fault, shitty nerd!" Katsuki snapped, yanking his gray blazer off his shoulders.

"What! Why?!" Izuku asked indignant, scarred hands loosening the tie knot. "It is not my fault that a banana peel materialized out of nowhere!"

And logically speaking, Katsuki knew that those ridiculous situations weren't Deku's fault, technically, it was Katsuki's fault and Deku was a victim, but no way in hell that Katsuki would explain shit to the other boy.

"Who slips on a banana peel?!" He huffed, throwing his white shirt on the floor and smelling the black tank top that he wears underneath. Shit! It smelled like curry as well, so he took it off.

"And you think that I wanted to slip, Kacchan?!"

Katsuki didn't answer, he just took off the PE clothes from the locker and started changing.

Izuku just sighed and followed the example, changing from his dirty clothes to the PE clothes. Really, Katsuki was so loud that when he wanted to stay quiet it was almost frightening.

"I wonder what is going on today…" The green haired boy muttered, closing the zipper of the blue jacket, and closing the locker's door. "Anyway…I will go back to the cafeteria, Kacchan. Are you coming?"

"Do you want to prepare a funeral?!" The blond answered, shutting the door of the locker with more strength than necessary.

"No…not really…"

"So no! I'm not fucking going back there!"

"...Okay…" Izuku commented, hand on the handle of the door. Katsuki definitely was more on edge than normal. "So I will see you at cla–Eh?"

He grabbed the handle again and pushed the door, but the door didn't open. Any thoughts about his childhood friend's weird behavior were forgotten.

"Eh?! Why?!" He said while bumping his shoulder against the metal surface.

"The hell are you doing, Deku?"

Panicked green eyes turned to stare at confused red ones.

"The door…it doesn't open…"

"It doesn't have a lock!"

"I know! But it doesn't open!"

It took Katsuki's brain a second to think that there was just one explanation for that.

Oh fuck no!

"Out of my way, nerd!"

He pushed Izuku to the side and tried to open the door. It didn't budge at all. Okay. He took a deep breath and massaged the bridge of his nose. This was definitely the stupid quirk's fault, because how the hell one could explain that a door without a lock was…fucking locked?!

This shit is getting fucking ridiculous!

What the hell did this quirk want anyway? To them confess, kiss and fuck here?! At the boy's locker room?!

"Deku! Open the door!" Katsuki demanded, turning around to glare at the greenette.

"The door is stuck, Kacchan!"

"So what? Just use your stupid quirk and knock the door down!"

"What?! I can't do that! That's destruction of school property!"

Deku was right, they would be destroying school property, so the best course of action was wait to someone appear and get them out of there, but fuck that! No one had heroics classes today, so it meant that no one would show up so soon, and if it depended on the quirk, no one would show up at all!

Katsuki was definitely having the worst day of his entire life! So no one could really blame him for being more than stressed! He wanted to be out! Like, now!

"Knock the fucking door down or I will explode it! You hear me?!"

"No, no, no, Kacchan! You can't do that!"

"I can, and I will if you don't do shit! So choose! A dented door or just a piece of carbonized metal!"

"Okay!" Izuku gave up, praying in his mind for everything to be fine later. "I will open it!"

Katsuki arched an eyebrow and crossed his arm over his chest, fingers tapping his forearm impatiently, while waiting for the One For All user to open the door. But the damn quirk that he was hit with had other plans, because the moment that green light started to fly around, and Izuku pushed the door with his shoulder, the handle broke under the greenette right hand.

"Ah…"

They were left with a broken handle and a sturdy dented metal door.

"Ugh…Kacchan…I…am sorry…" Really, Izuku didn't put a lot of strength, but he was sure that it would have been enough to open a door! The door was even dented! So why?! Izuku looked up sheepishly to Katsuki, dropping the handle to the floor, scared of what would happen next.

Patience had a limit, and Katsuki's inexistent patience just ended. Izuku's eyes widened when he saw the blond's hand start to pop small explosions.

"Kacchan! No, you can't do that!"

"OUT OF MY WAY, DEKU!"

"Wait! Kac-!"

And then, an explosion. A big explosion.

The locker's fire alarm went off loudly as soon as the smoke hitted it sensors, and it didn't take long for water to start to fall on both boys, wetting their recently changed clothes.

At least the door was open.

…

"Detention." Was the only word that Aizawa said as soon as he saw his Problem Child #1 and Problem Child #2 leaving the locker room wetted from head to toes.

"But…" Izuku tried to explain, but changed his mind when dark eyes turned red. "Detention! Yeah! Sounds great, right Kacchan?!"

"...fucking awesome."

And the worst part was: just half a day had passed

Actually, I had this story written for a while, but just now I decided to continue it.

Did you have fun?

I hope that you had.^^

It was fun writing this first chapter!

See you!