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“This is, without a doubt, the stupidest plan you’ve ever fucking had,” Katsuki paused, letting himself think about it for less than a second, “I’m in.”
“Great!” Izuku did a quick fist pump into the air as if he’d just won the fucking lottery, “You won’t regret it!” His eyes were shining and something twisted in the pit of Katsuki’s stomach, his instincts screaming that this was a bad idea. Then again, Izuku’s plans were guaranteed to go poorly.
“I doubt it.” Izuku blatantly ignored Katsuki’s disgruntled muttering, and if it were anyone else, Katsuki would have said no, with zero hesitation. Except, this wasn’t just anyone; this was Izuku. Midoriya ‘I get us into trouble’ Izuku, and he was Bakugou 'I get us out of trouble’ Katsuki. There was no place Izuku could go that Katsuki would not follow. Izuku would get himself killed otherwise.
“C'mon, Kacchan. This isn’t the worst plan.” He was smiling at him. The stupid nerd smiled at Katsuki as if they weren’t about to make absolute fools of themselves.
They were Pros now, so why was this Izuku’s brilliant plan? “I didn’t say worst. I said stupidest, use your ears, Deku.” They were nearing the pristine silver doors that would open to show five guards (if their intel was right), and they were supposed to take them out. Plain and simple, or it was supposed to be. The only thing about this was that they needed to make a scene, which they were perfectly capable of doing if it wasn’t for Izuku.
Katsuki’s hands made fucking explosions, and Izuku had Black Whip at his disposal, which often made him look like a monster lifted straight from a horror flick. The low-budget kind that you’d watch with your significant other in an attempt to get a make-out session. Those didn’t really work on Katsuki or Izuku, but they’d also gone to war when they were 16, so they weren’t the best judges.
“We’re going to look like idiots,” Katsuki was scowling again, “We’re Pro Heroes, not children!” his palms were sparking as he fought the urge to just blow the door to smithereens and fly in fists first.
“You’re seriously telling me that you’ve never wanted to throw me across the room like a rag doll?” Izuku rolled his eyes, arms folded across his chest.
Katsuki scowled, throwing his hands up in the air, because damnit, he’s wanted to on multiple occasions. Just, not when they were walking into enemy territory with information they couldn’t trust. Well, it was now or never if they were going by Izuku’s plan. Katsuki grabbed Izuku by the bicep and the back of his costume, making sure he had stable footing before nodding.
One flick and the steel doors flew from their hinges, launching across the room and landing with loud, annoying clangs and bangs. True to the file, there were only five of them, and every single one was staring right at the duo who had just wrecked their door. Then, there was screaming, and Katsuki knew this was the moment.
“Better make this shit count, nerd.” And they did. The entire plan was simple: hit a motherfucker with another motherfucker. Katsuki hauled him off the ground and tossed Izuku like a sack of potatoes, “YEET!” He hadn’t wanted to. This was not his plan, but damn it was therapeutic. And despite his misgivings, Izuku was right. The ’yeet’ was like the icing on the proverbial cake.
Briefly, Katsuki wondered if he and Izuku should take up bowling.