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It’s not that Bakugou is always angry. He’s actually kind of bored.
He doesn’t know when it started - maybe at around ten years old? Twelve? The boredom was small at first. Heavy enough to bring a bit of strain, but not so colossal that he couldn’t ignore the heft. Bakugou wants to sleep forever sometimes; to forget the boredom. To deny that he’s slowly putting his toe first onto the ground before he decides that it’s stable enough for the rest of his weight - and he almost wins. Bakugou almost wins over the default violence of his boredom.
Almost.
It’s when he finds out that Midoriya is also applying to Yuuei that the boredom finally almost kills him.
“Forget it.” Bakugou clasps a hand on the thin branch of Midoriya’s shoulder. Midoriya shudders under his touch. Bakugou almost takes his hand off. Maybe he should stop. But he smiles, and continues. “Forget ever entering Yuuei.”
It’s after class ends that Bakugou corners Midoriya. He spies the pretentious shit checking something on his phone. There’s an ass-eating grin on his face. Bakugou doesn’t particularly care why Midoriya’s so excited, because everydamnthing in the world is exciting to a pretentious mega-shit bitch like MIdoriya - what Bakugou does care about is the composition notebook on Midoriya’s desk. He swipes it, and holds it up to the light slanting in from the windows - For the future, Hero Analysis #13. Pleasant. His one-bit crony harem titters when as they crowd around him.
“What is that, Katsuki?” Crony#3 asks. He has a shit-sucking smile on his one-bit crony face.
Bakugou shows him. And the crony harem roars.
“Seriously, Midoriya?” They jeer. “For the future?” There’s an unspoken ending to that. Future? What fucking future?
“Give it back,” Midoriya insists. His eyes are wide, as usual. Midoriya is small and sparrow-like. Pecking at the sidewalk cracks before footsteps approach, and flying away. Muttering to himself before someone taps him on the back, and jolting into a halt.
This notebook in Bakugou’s grip - it’s probably Midoriya’s child. Like, he loves and cares for it like he would for a child. The corners are worn-out, and there’s a few smears on individual pages. The binding’s falling apart a bit. Midoriya probably even sleeps with this.
So Bakugou explodes it.