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The Loudest Voice Above the Noise

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“I don’t think I’ll ever fucking understand you Ponytail,” Bakugou scoffed.

“What is that suppose to me?” she asked.

“Top of the damn class, assistant class rep, recommended student, top 16 in the sports festival, got my ass at Kamino. Do those victories mean nothing to you?” Bakugou asked.

“I wouldn’t say nothing-”

“Then fucking revel in it,” he interrupted. “By the time we reach our third year I know damn well you’re going to be part of that Big fucking Three while Izuku, Icyhot and I fight for the other two spots, yet here we are with me sometimes forgetting you’re the assistant class rep.”

 

After a day in the USJ's blizzard zone leaves Bakugou and Yaoyorozu incapacitated, they spend a day in the common room together.

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As Bakugou stared up at the common room ceiling, laying down on the couch, scowl ever present on his face, he only had one thought in his mind.

Fuck winter.

Surprisingly, it wasn’t even Todoroki’s fault. In fact, he was in the landslide zone when it all happened. The shitty blizzard zone he, Satou, Yaoyorozu, and Tokoyami was the one to blame.

And so here he was, spending the day resting his fucked up back instead of going to class after Kirishima basically dragged him to the couch. He was mindlessly scrolling through his phone when a sneeze broke his conversation. He looked up to see Yaoyorozu bundled in sweatpants and sweatshirt, hair messily covering her face and a blanket wrapped around her.

“Good morning Bakugou.” she said as she took a seat on the recliner adjacent to the couch, tissues already forming from her hands.

“How the fuck did you end up like this?” Bakugou asked, getting straight to the point.

“The blizzard zone was not a fun time yesterday.” she explained. “I wasn’t prepared for it.”

“No shit.” Bakugou muttered under his breath. Unfortunately for him, Yaoyorozu heard what he said.

“What do you mean by that?” she asked.

“I mean your hero costume is shit on a lot of fronts.” Bakugou bluntly stated. “Of course you’re going to freeze your ass off. Not to mention they probably got some dumb guy who has never spoken to a woman to design it for you. What did you even request?”

“Um, well, I just said I needed skin to be shown in order to use my quirk.” she explained. “I also explained what I needed for the belt.”

“Did you ask for any changes after?”

Yaoyorozu’s cheeks turned pink as she ducked her head and quietly said, “No. I figured they knew what they were doing.”

“The fucking kid Aizawa-sensei has now can design a better hero outfit.”

Yaoyorozu looked up at Bakugou and raised one eyebrow challengingly.

“Fuck.” Bakugou thought. “Whatever she does, don’t fall for it.”

“Oh well whatever will I do now? I don’t even think you could fix my costume.” Yaoyorozu said with a bit of an over dramatic tone.

“Shit.”

“OF FUCKING COURSE I CAN!” Bakugou declared to her. “Once I can sit up straight it’s all over for that strip of fabric!”

Yaoyorozu giggled and brushed her hair away from her eyes as she watched Bakugou slowly move into a sitting position. Once upright, she moved to sit next to him and lifted her sweater up to create a pencil, some paper, a clipboard, and a heating pad that she placed behind Bakugou.

Once handed the items, Bakugou began sketching different pieces of clothing. Yaoyorozu watched wide eyed as he created his very detailed drawings.

“It seems I underestimated your abilities, Bakugou.” Yaoyorozu said as she loosely tied up her hair. “Where did you learn to draw like this?”

“My old man is a fashion designer so I picked up a few things.” he answered, not looking up from the paper.

Yaoyorozu spent the next while watching Bakugou draw, adding in her own input and correcting him on some things. She was so mesmerized by his focus that she nearly missed the familiar piece of metal at the side of Bakugou’s head. Finally, the two stared at the finished product.

Her new costume kept the same colour scheme and belt but now consisted of a halter top with a v-neck along with a pair of shorts. The heel on her shoes were removed for better mobility and the entire outfit’s temperature could be changed.

“Like Half n Half’s” Bakugou explained.

Finally, the biggest addition was a cloak (“Not a cape.” Bakugou insisted) that clasped at the top and was able to cover her whole body.

“It’s loose and insulated so you can make shit and not be all sniffly anymore.” Bakugou said. “If all else fails you can tear it off.”

Yaoyorozu smiled brightly as she held the papers in her hand. “Bakugou,” she began. “You don’t understand how much this means to me. Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. You said I couldn’t do it and I proved you wrong. That’s all.”

Yaoyorozu laughed at Bakugou’s denial as she set the papers aside. “How about I get us both some tea and I can ask you how those hearing aids are treating you.”

She almost snorted at the shocked look on Bakugou’s face.

When she came back into the common room, she could she Bakugou sketching again. She sat down next to him and peered over at his sheet and saw the rough outlines of what looked like Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and Ashido.

“You’re very talented.” she commented. “How long have you been drawing?”

“Picked it back up again recently.” he replied. He put the papers down and accepted the cup handed to him. “So how’d you know these are hearing aids?” he asked, tapping behind his ear.

“Part of my family’s business works in nonconventional support items for heroes.” she explained, retying her hair loosely. “I’ve only seen the prototype of it and I never got to ask anyone who went through with the surgery how it is.”

“For a hunk of metal drilled into me, it’s doing its job.” he said. “Definitely better than just replacing the other aids repeatedly. My last pair broke because of the exam so that drove me to get these.”

Bakugou thought back to his brutal fight with All Might. He considered himself lucky that the hearing aids gave out after the exam.

“That fight was tough to watch. I can only imagine what it was like for you and Midoriya.” Yaoyorozu commented.

“Well whatever they wanted out of it sort of worked. Why’d they put you and Icyhot with Aizawa?”

Yaoyorozu grimaced before answering, her hair falling around her face. “It was a lesson in confidence for me.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever fucking understand you Ponytail.” Bakugou scoffed.

“What is that suppose to me?” she asked.

“Top of the damn class, assistant class rep, recommended student, top 16 in the sports festival, got my ass at Kamino. Do those victories mean nothing to you?” Bakugou asked.

“I wouldn’t say nothing-”

“Then fucking revel in it.” he interrupted. “By the time we reach our third year I know damn well you’re going to be part of that Big fucking Three while Izuku, Icyhot and I fight for the other two spots, yet here we are with me sometimes forgetting you’re the assistant class rep.”

Yaoyorozu stared at Bakugou as she processed the wave of both praise and criticism he gave her. It was one thing to hear it from her teacher, someone meant to help her grow, but it was another thing to hear it from one of the most emotionally constipated people she’s ever met.

“Then what do you suggest I do?” she asked.

“Fuck if I know. Start some shit, swear, get out of your comfort zone and be loud.” he replied.

Yaoyorozu sighed at his response. “I don’t think those are appropriate for me but you may be onto something with that comfort thing.”

“This class has been through hell and back so I think you can start springing some given names on people without causing an uprising. People already call you Yaomomo anyways.” Bakugou said.

“I use given names!” Yaoyorozu said. “Kyouka and Mina.”

“Did they ask you or was it your own choice?” Bakugou shot back.

Yaoyorozu went quiet at that.

“You’re one to talk about names. You only say Midoriya and Kirishima’s name.” she said.

“I didn’t get my hearing aids when school started so I didn’t hear anyone’s name. The nicknames stuck afterwards.” Bakugou replied. “Anyways their names are too weak for you. If you really want to shake some shit up then start calling me Katsuki.”

“But- I mean, we hardly know each other.” Yaoyorozu tried to argue.

“Exactly. You’re uncomfortable and now you gotta call me that in front of everyone. Call it exposure therapy.” he said as he sipped his tea.

Yaoyorozu stared at this anomaly called Bakugou, now Katsuki, in wonder. Before today, she did not have a clear understanding of what kind of person he was but now, she’s getting a better look. If she had to use a word to describe him, it would be “straightforward.” He says what others are afraid to think as though it was a simple fact from a textbook. To him, nothing else mattered expect for the situation at hand.

“Well in that case,” she began, straightening her back and locking eyes with him, “you have to call me Momo.”

Bakugou let out a snort at her overly serious manner. “Alright I’ll fucking entertain you, Momo.”

Yaoyorozu let out a laugh as she pulled back her hair once more.

“Okay fucking stop.” Bakugou said abruptly. Yaoyorozu paused as she held her hair in one hand. “You’ve been fucking with your hair all day and if I see you fucking mess with it one more time I’m going to explode.”

“I didn’t really do my hair in the morning.” she explained.

“Get the fuck over here.” Bakugou growled as he pointed to the floor in front of him. Confused, Yaoyorozu complied with his request.

“Can you make a brush?” he asked.

Nodding, Yaoyorozu lifted her hand towards Bakugou and a brush appeared in it. Bakugou took the brush in one hand and with a gentleness Yaoyorozu didn’t believe he was capable of, he started brushing her hair.

“Did your dad teach you this too?” she asked.

“Mom actually. Hairdresser.” he answered. “Used to play with Izuku’s mom’s hair when I was little.”

“You and Midoriya were pretty close, huh?”

“Emphasis on ‘were.’ Still don’t know why the idiot is so calm about everything.”

Yaoyorozu gave a small hum of acknowledgment. The whole class seemed shocked at the recent development the two had made in their friendship. Although something Bakugou said was bugging her.

“Now who needs the confidence boost?” she asked.

Bakugou sighed as he put down the brush and tilted Yaoyorozu’s head back, beginning a french braid. “The whole confidence thing is what started the mess.”

“Not in yourself. In Midoriya.” she explained. “He’s had years to think about this. Not to mention everyone saw a shift in you three months ago after Kamino. Midoriya’s a smart guy. I don’t think he would be so accepting if he didn’t see you trying.”

“Seems a bit too late for me if you ask me.”

“Last time I checked, you’re a 15 year old boy going to a school where part of the curriculum is self growth. You’re not beyond hope and if you think that then, pardon my language, that sounds like bull.”

Yaoyorozu felt a pause in the braiding and she didn’t need to turn around to know that whether he wanted to admit it or not, what she said struck a chord in Bakugou. The braiding continued as she heard a chuckle from behind her.

“‘Pardon my language?’ What language was even there Pon- Momo?” he laughed. “We need to work on that.”

“I wasn’t aware I gained a life coach.” Yaoyorozu replied as she laughed along with him.

If you asked anyone in class 1-A what the strangest thing they've ever walked in on was, they would reply with this scene. A laughing Yaoyorozu accompanied by a laughing Bakugou braiding her hair.

“You see it too, right?” Kaminari asked Sero.

“I do too, but I’m starting to think it’s a mass hallucination.” Sero replied.

“God, that’s so cute.” Jirou whispered.

The class walked by the pair silently, refusing to interrupt what was probably the sweetest and most confusing thing they’ve ever seen.

 

 

Besides casual hellos between the two, the next time the pair interacted was a week later.

Aizawa walked into the busy common room with a piece of paper in hand. Bakugou was lounging on the couch watching Kirishima and Sero attempt to beat a level on some fighting video game.

“Anyone know where Yaoyorozu is?” Aizawa asked.

“Momo’s in the kitchen.” Bakugou replied, his eyes not leaving the screen.

Aizawa paused to register what he just heard before heading to the kitchen, deciding to just ignore it. The rest of the class however, all looked at Bakugou with varying degrees of shock on their faces, the only noise in the room was the sound of Kirishima and Sero’s video game characters dying.

“What?” Bakugou asked, looking at everyone’s faces.

“Dude, what did you just call her?” Ashido asked.

Bakugou looked at Ashido as if she just asked the dumbest question in the world. “I fucking called her-”

“KATSUKIII!!” a voice called out from the kitchen. In a flash, Yaoyorozu appeared holding the sheet of paper Aizawa previously held. “It’s ready!” she shouted before grabbing Bakugou’s arm and dragging him out the door.

The class all stared at the exits, unsure of what to do at the moment.

“Can’t believe Bakugou got kidnapped again.” Uraraka whispered.

“Maybe Sero was onto something with that hallucination thing.” Hagakure commented.

“We shouldn’t be surprised though. No one can hate Yaoyorozu.” said Todoroki.

The class all nodded in agreement at his words.

 

 

Luckily for Yaoyorozu, the next day held a training exercise that had them in their costumes. The class all marvelled at her new look as she explained the new changes.

“Although, I have Katsuki to thank for this. He’s the one who designed it after all.” Yaoyorozu said with a smile.

The class’s attention then shifted to Bakugou as they commented on how kind he was. While he tried to get away, Jirou walked up to Yaoyorozu.

“Blasty did some nice work. You look great.” she said blushing.

“Thank you Kyouka.” Yaoyorozu replied, equally as red.

The chatter stopped as Aizawa explained their exercise for the day. Once he left to observe, everyone broke out into arguments on what the plan should be. Yaoyorozu’s attempts at interjects were quickly drowned out by everyone else.

Amidst the yells, Bakugou found his way to Yaoyorozu.

“I know you said you weren’t going to do it, but now seems like a good fucking time to do it.” he said.

Yaoyorozu looked from Bakugou to the disorganized mess that was her class. She closed her eyes for a moment and gave Bakugou a confident nod. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed Bakugou’s wrist and raised his arm up before letting him set off a huge explosion. Immediately afterwards she let out a yell that would make her mother faint.

“EVERYONE SHUT UP AND LISTEN FOR ONE FUCKING SECOND PLEASE!”

The silence that followed was deafening, and the smile on Bakugou’s face was blinding.

Notes:

Hope you enjoyed! as for Fallen Heroes, I will get to it (eventually)

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