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“Hey Baku-bro!” Kirishima called cheerfully, Kaminari trailing behind him,” Wanna study with us for that Math test tonight?”
“Why the fuck would I wanna study with you losers?” Katsuki shoved his notebooks and binder in his bag. He noted both of them were already packed up with their backpacks on even though the final bell rang barely ten seconds ago. They probably anticipated Katsuki making a swift exit to fit in some extra training before dinner and homework. Those assholes, cornering him like this.
“Ahh c’monn Bakugou! You’re so good at Geometry and I really need help with proofs!” Kaminari whined, putting his arm around Bakugou’s shoulder before he shoved him away.
“Yeah c’mon Baku-bro! There’s gonna be snacks!! I’ll bring your favorite Extra Spicy Jalapeno Chips!!!” So they were bribing him now.
“Tch. Fine. But only because you dumbasses wouldn’t stand a chance at passing that test without my help.” Definitely not cause he actually liked spending time with them. Definitely not.
Katsuki aggressively swung his backpack over his shoulder not realizing he forgot to zip the pencil pocket until a certain puppy-eyed, freckled face, nerd called out to him.
“A-ah B-Bakugou! You dropped some pencils!”
Katsuki stiffened. Kirishima and Kaminari froze. Basically, everyone within earshot stopped what they were doing to look at Izuku like he sprouted a second head. What did he just call him? “What the fuck did you just say to me?”
Katsuki whipped his head towards Izuku with his signature death glare as he stood up from where he picked up the fallen supplies.
“U-um I said you dropped some pencils! I think this eraser might be yours to-”
“No. What the fuck did you just call me?”
By now most people were hastily packing up the rest of their things and shuffling out of the room before they have to witness another one of Katsuki’s infamous ‘Explodo Moods.’ A common occurrence whenever Midoriya was involved.
“ Oh haha!” Izuku scratched the back of his head and looked to the side sheepishly, a light blush dusting his cheeks at Katsuki noticing the change so quickly, “ I-I figured we’re kind of starting to get too old for me to call you such a childish nickname! And I know it really annoys you so I figured since we’re proper rivals now I should call you something more mature and most people call you Bakugou so it makes sense that I’d call you that t-”
“Shut the fuck up! Whatever. I don’t care. Call me whatever the fuck you want just stop with the fucking mumbling!” Katsuki pushed passed Izuku and stomped out the door.
He stalked down the busy hallway with an even deeper glare than usual. Why did he feel so bothered all the sudden?
“That was really weird huh?”
“Yeah for a bit I didn’t even think Midoriya knew he went by Bakugou”
“I didn’t even realize it was Midoriya talking till I saw him!”
He didn't notice the two idiots were still following him through the hallways. “Why don’t you go fucking follow somebody else for a change? I’m tired of hearing your annoying ass voices,” Katsuki spat. Sending a particularly harsh glare over his shoulder that would probably send anyone else fleeing. But dunce-face and shitty-hair where stubborn little shits who weren’t intimidated by Katsuki’s death stares or threats. God he wanted to go explode something.
“This is the fastest way to the dorms!” Kaminari shrugged, “ And why are you so extra grumpy right now? I can practically see steam blowing out of your ears! Midoriya can’t piss you off that much. I thought you guys were kinda cool now?”
Kaminari was right. They were on a lot better terms now ever since that night at ground beta when they finally talked (and fought) things through. Katsuki found himself not as pissed off when he was around the nerd. They sometimes even trained together if they ended up at the training grounds at the same time. And if they were both alone in the library studying and doing homework, maybe they sat at the same table. Maybe Katsuki helped Izuku with English. Maybe Izuku would ramble to Katsuki about a new hero article he read and maybe Katsuki let him.
And maybe Katsuki found himself begrudgingly like spending more time with the nerd, but WHATEVER what the fuck ever the freckled idiot still pissed him off even if it was significantly less than before. And it’s not like he would ever in a million years tell Dunce-face or anyone that.
Why was he even pissed off anyway? If anything he should be happy that nerd finally dropped that sissy nickname. B-Bakugou! It sounded so foreign coming from the nerd and thinking about it made irritation prick at the back of Katsuki’s neck. And it only ticked him off more that it bothered him so much.
“You know what I think?” Kirishima sped up to match pace with Katsuki and looked at him with a sly grin. “I think you’re mad cause you actually liked Midoriya’s cute little nickname for you!”
“Why the FUCK would I like that stupid, kiddie ass name!?” Katsuki shouted. He was really getting pissed now. Small sparks shooting from his palms. Of course he hated that name. Kacchan. Kacchan. Kacchan! So fucking annoying! He could just picture that nerd with his soft voice, and wide emerald eyes, those round freckled cheeks, and hair that was probably still as soft as it was when they were little and WHERE THE FUCK WAS KATSUKI’S BRAIN GOING RIGHT NOW.
Katsuki’s glare got impossibly more deadly, mouth set in a snarl and he was practically making craters with every stomp of his feet. “Why else would you be so pissed off right now!?” Kirishima asked with a cheeky grin. Kaminari was smiling like an idiot too. Fuckking Shitty-hair. Fucking dunce-face. Fuck them both. “I bet he’s never called you anything else huh? You’ve guys have known each other since you were toddlers that name has to have some sentimental value no matter how ‘annoying’ you say it is.”
“Awwww poor Bakugou! If you want I can start calling you Kacch-”
“FUCK OFF” Kaminari was blasted against a locker, hair sizzling and clothes burnt.