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Middle school is hell. Middle school is torture. Middle school is fucking horrendous. For everyone. Everyone except Bakugou Katsuki. Exempt from it all. He has the perfect quirk, he was born to be a hero, and all the teachers love him.
The students, not so much. It’s more like they respect him, hell maybe even fear him. No one dares to piss off Bakugou, too afraid to see the look of anger flash in his eyes. To feel the sizzle of an explosion on their skin.
It’s very hard to not piss off Bakugou, though. His Auntie had always called him an angry boy, though back then it was only teasing.
He wonders if Auntie would still tease him if she knew about what he did to Deku.
It’s so very easy for Deku to piss him off. He’s so weak, such a crybaby, so useless. He has no place in society. Unlike Bakugou, who is strong, who needs to be strong, because he has this gift. He was given this quirk that makes him strong and if he isn’t strong by proxy, then he’s the one who’s weak.
Perish the fucking thought.
Bakugou Katsuki is a lot of things. But he is not and never will be weak.
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(When his quirk first came in, he kept burning his arms because his hands started sweating too much. His body couldn’t regulate the new component so he kept producing too much nitroglycerin, and it would drip down his arms.
Midoriya would put All Might themed band-aids on the burns. Bakugou would huff and struggle and scoff but he secretly (or as secretly as a four-year-old could) enjoyed it.
After he finished putting the band-aids on Midoriya would always say:
“Wow Kacchan, you’re so strong!”
Bakugou never said anything, but he thought Midoriya was strong too.)
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He got into UA.
As he should have. When he told his mom, she just nodded her head silently before looking back out the window. This was the outcome that was expected. Anything less would’ve been downright slander towards his quirk. He handed her the torn open envelope. Her red eyes glinted as she looked down at the acceptance letter, something foreign in her eyes. She looked almost wistful. When she then looked up at Bakugou, the look had left her gaze. All that remained was the usual coldness.
She turns away again and Bakugou feels weirdly ignored.
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Fucking Icy-Hot.
He was such a dick.
He would fight Midoriya. Weak, small, crybaby, scrawny-ass Deku at full power but not him? Not Bakugou Katsuki? This was a fucking joke. All these other extras with their weak-ass quirks didn’t pose a single threat to him. Not that Todoroki was a threat, but he was powerful . The fight would’ve been more than kiddie play.
But no. The asshole had to stave off and use his fucking ice the entire time. The kid might have daddy issues but that wasn't an excuse for-
Wait.
That. That was a fucked thing to think. Did he just think that?
Whatever.
The point was that his win was unfair They needed to fight evenly. They needed a rematch. If Icy-Hot was too arrogant to take him seriously, he’d just prove that it was a necessity. That he could beat Todoroki’s ass twice in a row.
That’s why he can’t accept this meddle. Why he’s kicking and screaming on the podium, struggling against the chain, yelling at the top of his lungs-
--
( Sometimes he still has nightmares of the cool cement on his back and the restraints digging into his skin.)
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Despite the fact that all of his classmates are fucking extras, he still manages to wrangle a group of them. He tried to get them to leave him be but they won’t so he’s just accepted that this is his fate.
Shitty hair is too nice. Racoon eyes is too naive. Pikachu and Elbows are too fucking loud but-
All in all, they’re not that bad. For a couple of shitty extras.
There’s another Extra that’s caught his eye, though.
Round-face hangs out with fucking Deku and fucking Icy-Hot so that calls for immediate judgment, but she doesn’t seem horrible. She’s definitely the best out of that entire idiotic “Squad”, but that’s not saying much.
Whenever he’s stuck working with her on a project or standing next to her in line she’s not overtly annoying so.
It doesn’t really matter though.
--
It’s raining. He’s standing next to Uraraka under a bright pink umbrella. She looks over at him and smiles. He looks away.
“So…” She says in her sickly sweet voice. “What are you doing out here?”
He doesn’t respond.
She seems to accept that.
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He’s stuck waiting in a stuffy, too bright, eye-straining waiting room with shitty as fuck itchy chairs. All of class 1-A is being forced to go to counseling, but Bakugou is especially mad because fucking Aizawa-Sensai signed him up for Anger Management classes too.
Pikachu had laughed out loud when he said that he couldn’t make it to their study session because of fucking Anger Management.
He didn’t need Anger Management. He was Bakugou Katsuki and he was strong. Anger Management was for people who were weak. Crybabies like Deku. Not him.
His name gets called by the counselor.
Time to fucking get this over with.
--
He looks at Uraraka as she stands in front of him. She used to be really apprehensive around him, but ever since he sat down and apologized to Deku for all the fucked up shit he did, she seems to have gotten over it.
“So…” She says, just like she did before, in the rain.
“Fucking what Round-Face?” He growls at her. She smirks.
“Wanna go on a date?” She asks.
Bakugou blanches.
“What the fuck, did you just say?”
She just looks at him expectantly. He flushes and turns away, just as he did in the rain. He rolls his eyes before turning back to face her. The words are stuck in the back of his throat. He swallows.
After a moment, he answers.
“...Fine.”
Uraraka beams at him and Bakugou flushes again.
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( His shitty squad is hanging out in his dorm room, blasting trashy pop. Bakugou doesnt rember telling them that they could come over but they always seem to invade his life no matter what he does.
They sit together for a while, just talking, and Bakugou starts to zone out when all of the sudden he hears his name.
“I think it’s so manly of Bakubro to keep up with those Anger Management classes even though he doesn’t need to do them. It’s so masculine to admit when you need help.” says shitty hair. Bakugou is about to insult him when Raccoon eyes speaks.
“Wow Bakugou, you’re so strong!”
Bakugou stills. Then smiles.
“You bet your ass I am!”)
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Ochako looks up at him through tired brown eyes over the rim of her cup of coffee. Since becoming Pro-Heroes, it’s been a lot harder to see each other. They make it work though.
She smiles, and he flushes.
“I love you.” She says, getting on her tippy toes to kiss his forehead.
“I love you too.” He whispers, quiet for quite possibly the first time in his life.
He is Bakugou Katsuki and he is weak. Weak for Uraraka (hopefully Bakugou soon if he can actually muster up the courage to use that ring he bought) Ochako.
It feels great. He is weak and he feels great.
He revels in it, while surrounded by the domestic silence of the kitchen.
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