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Fucking what ?!
Bakugo was expecting a lot things when he came to U.A. - high speed chases, fights and battles, ultimately defeating his classmates, of course, and eventually coming out on top as the number one here.
It’ll all eventually lead to that, right?
So what the fuck was the deal with this new assignment?!
He had half a mind to go stomping to Mr. Aizawa and demanding a change, but he held his tongue. Mainly because the dangerous look in his teacher’s eyes held him back just a little. His teacher may be annoying as hell, but he respected him and his powers enough to hold back a little.
For now.
He didn’t want to think about the assignment. As far as he was concerned, it was useless to him.
Forget what Four-Eyes said - how is taking care of some brat child supposed to help?!
There was something else stirring in him, too. A deep-set worry that ached and flamed at him about how exactly he would go about carrying for his child given his mom’s not-so-perfect way of parenting but, like most of his emotions, he squashed it down.
Goodbye.
Not today, emotions. Not today.
Instead, with a scoff, he walked over to where Mr. Aizawa stood alongside the other students with the list of names. He roughly shoved past Round Face and Icey-Hot and squinted his eyes at the sheet.
He scanned the list for his name. Katsuki Bakugo, Katsuki Bakugo… come on, where the fuck are you?
Ah ha!
On the list, it read:
Kirishima Eijiro and Katsuki Bakugo - Amaya Fujimori. 5 years old. Female.
A girl?
He must’ve said that out loud, because Round Face turned on him with an angry scowl that was about as frightening as puppy. “So what if it’s a girl?” she asked incredulously. “If anything, I’m afraid you’ll hurt her even worse! A fragile little girl under your care…” she said solemnly.
That ticked at Bakugo, and he snapped, “What the fuck do you know about me, Round Face?!”
He turned on his heel and stalked back to his desk, sliding into his seat and slouching in it.
Stupid fucking Round Face. The fuck does she know about me?
Truth was, he didn’t care. No matter the gender of this baby, it didn’t change the fact he was absolutely going to fail this assignment.
Unfortunately, his angry brooding scowl didn’t lessen the chance of Kirishima bounding up to his desk and sitting on it, as if he owned it or some shit, and saying, “Dude. Wow, right?”
Bakugo grunted what he could only perceive as a confused noise, which caused Kirishima to laugh uproariously.
It was annoying .
But, then again, Kirishima was the only one who he’d let sit on his desk and laugh like that.
Not that he’d ever tell him.
“I’m talking about the assignment. It’s pretty… y’know… different , yeah?”
Bakugo scowled. He didn’t want Kirishima getting the wrong idea. “Look.” Bakugo glared at Kirishima. “I’m not doing this for fucking fun. I’m not gonna enjoy this, it’s a shitty assignment where we have to take care of an annoying little girl for two months. That’s it. Actually,” he added, getting up from his chair. “There’s gotta be somethin’ else I can do. Something useful .”
“Huh?” Kirishima gaped at him, as if in shock. Bakugo rolled his eyes and walked towards Mr. Aizawa, who was busy talking to Pikachu. Probably telling him to not burn the baby or something, Bakugo thought, allowing himself a humorless chuckle at his own insult.
Mr. Aizawa finished explaining whatever horse shit he was telling Pikachu and turned to Bakugo. “What is it?” he asked, his voice monotone.
“Give me another assignment.” Aizawa’s eyebrows raised slightly. “Any other fucking assignment.”
“Watch your language,” Aizawa muttered tiredly. Bakugo “tsk’ed” and continued, “This assignment you assigned it’s… it doesn’t make fucking sense, hell, I’ll do extra Hero or English lessons, I just-”
“Are you saying you’re not up to the challenge?” a voice Bakugo recognized said. Holding back a groan of annoyance, he turned around to see Kirishima standing there, a stubborn look on his face.
“What was that?” he asked, voice hoarse.
Kirishima’s grin widened. “You heard me. Are you not up to the challenge or something? Taking care of a little kid too much for the big bad Bakugo?”
Bakugo glowered at him. “The fuck? No, as if I’m intimidated by a fucking baby -”
“Then why-”
“It’s fucking useless ! How is taking care of a kid gonna-”
“Look, Bakugo,” said Aizawa’s tired voice. “It’s all part of a new curriculum. The staff decided to focus on different parts of Hero work besides just fighting. Being a good hero means being able to do everything that encompasses a hero.”
He gave Bakugo a hard stare. “That includes helping victims out of traumatic situations, first aid, and taking care of children . If you’re going to be a good hero, you have to be able to help people no matter what. Is that clear?”
Bakugo snarled some sort of affirmative answer and stalked back to his chair. He slammed himself into it, glaring at anyone around him. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Kirishima talk to Aizawa excitedly about something.
He dropped his head on his desk.
Fuck this.
. . .
If this is what it takes to be a proper hero, fine.
But I’m not gonna fucking like it.
Bakugo sat in the back of the bus with the rest of his class as they made their way downtown. They were going to the orphanage to pick these kids up.
The class had been excited to spend some time out of class for the day, chattering away excitedly in the bus.
Bakugo sat in the far back, where he liked it. Kirishima followed and plopped himself beside him. And, naturally, Pikachu, Raccoon Eyes, Soy-Sauce Face, and Ears followed suit.
The five of them seemed to want to sit next to each other no matter the circumstances for some reason. Ears, Soy-Sauce Face and Raccoon Eyes piled up in the seat before them (allowing them to turn around and bother the other three whenever they so choosed). This left Pikachu with Kirishima and Bakugo. Bakugo didn’t like someone else hogging his space, but the only other alternative was sitting with that droopy-eyed guy Pikachu was so obviously hot over.
While it humored Bakugo to imagine making Pikachu go sit with his stupid crush, Pikachu clambered next to Kirishima, who laughed and moved aside to make room. In doing so, he squished up against Bakugo, who had the window seat.
Pikachu suppressed annoying-ass giggles and slouched against Kirishima even more, probably as some form of an annoying joke. Kirishima grinned widely and slouched even more onto Bakugo, so his head was on his shoulder and shit.
Obviously the idiot was preoccupied with slapping Pikachu’s hands away playfully, but all that swam in Bakugo’s brain was how close Kirishima was.
And how, despite the seconds that were quickly passing, he didn’t feel the incredible urge to shove him off or anything. Because goodness knows he’s done that to anyone who’s tried to come close.
But… not with him.
He shook his head violently, taking all those thoughts and kicking them down the road. Metaphorically of course. If he could do that physically, though, he would.
Focus. Fucking… focus. It just means you’re comfortable around him. That’s all.
Yeah, Bakugo could admit that much. Maybe being comfortable around someone isn’t a bad thing.
It’s fucking
fine
.
But he won’t let it show. Just because he doesn’t mind Kirishima getting close doesn’t mean the others have to know. He cringed at the idea of them finding out. I wouldn’t hear the end of it.
He plugged in his earphones and turned on his music, closing his eyes as he escaped into the world of heavy metal, a place filled only with guitars and drums and no confusing redheads.
. . .
A noticeable bump interrupted his very thorough and relaxing music session. From the excited looks on all his idiot classmates’ faces he could tell they had arrived. He sighed angrily and unplugged his earphones, stashing them in his pocket along with his phone.
He looked over at Kirishima, who was talking excitedly to Raccoon Eyes and Pikachu.
“We’re finally here!” Raccoon Eyes squealed, in that high-pitched and annoying voice of hers.
“Dude, I’m so excited,” Pikachu said, climbing out of the seat and walking down the bus aisle.
“Oh, I bet I can guess why you’re excited,” Kirishima teased, smirking. Pikachu paused, causing the other two to bump into him.
He turned and fixed Kirishima with a shit-eating grin. His gaze flitted from Kirishima to Bakugo momentarily before saying, “I could say something. But I won’t.”
Kirishima opened his mouth and then closed it. He pushed Pikachu’s back, saying, “If you don’t get a move on, someone’s gonna take your kid!”
Pikachu gasped at that. “Haruto!! No!” he yelled and took off without a second thought. Kirishima snickered at that and exited the bus, with Bakugo following behind.
They joined the class and gazed at the building before them. It was rather large with worn and nearly crumbling bricks shaping the supposedly “cozy” home these kids were supposed to stay in.
Yikes. I’d rather continue living with my old hag if this was the other option.
“Well, we’re here!” Someone said. Bakugo didn’t bother figuring out who.
He grimaced, preparing himself for what was surely going to greet him once he entered the building - crying babies, high pitched squealing, messy floors, messy bathrooms …
This isn’t gonna be easy.