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After the first year at U.A., Bakugou Katsuki came to the conclusion that he had been a serial killer in a past life. Maybe even the Japanese Ted Bundy. Or maybe he was a cult leader.
Either way, this was the only rational conclusion to explain his luck.
There was literally no other way to explain how in the past year alone, he had humiliated himself at the sports festival and been muzzled like a fucking feral animal, failed his hero exam on the first try - something even shitty Deku had passed and how could he forget being kidnapped by the League of Villains.
Bakugou supposed that in comparison to all of that, it did make having his quirk forcibly switched with some other shitty intern a piece of cake.
“What the fuck am I supposed to do without my goddamn explosions?! I’m the fucking Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight!”
Still didn’t make the pill any easier to swallow.
He glared at Hawks who looked at him like this was the funniest shit in the entire world. Not bothering to even pretend to care, Hawks cackled “Yikes. That’s tough, kid.”
“I- That’s tough?! Wait until I get my quirk back, I’m gonna roast your chicken feathered ass until you’re blackened!”
“Well that’s not very nice.”
Blackened chicken does sound good, though. Maybe I should grab some on the way home. I have been meaning to try that takeout spot on 23rd and Jefferson…
Bakugou screamed.
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Why is it always one of my brats? I don’t deserve this. I regret taking this job. Actually, why did I take this job? Probably was Hizashi’s fault like usual.
Bakugou’s stare went from unamused to judgmental as he listened to Aizawa’s thoughts. The words flowed slow and syrupy, very similar to honey or molasses.
Even in his private thoughts, he sounded exhausted.
“I don’t care why you took this job! There is a random extra out there with my fucking quirk able to blow shit up now! And I just gotta sit here and wait for Mr I-Want-Chicken-For-Dinner to find the idiot who did this?!”
Principal Nezu nodded his head, “He’s right, Shōta. About the now dangerous, inexperienced hero in training - I should add. Not about Hawks.”
The principal’s thoughts echoed in his head. Like every sentence was being rehearsed before he spoke.
Bakugou hated it.
“Although inversely, it leaves Bakugou as a target now that he is left without his usual defenses. He’s typically trained to engage in ranged combat.”
I hope he paid attention to close range attacks. Perhaps we should pair him up with a student for the time being.
“No.” Bakugou crossed his arms, shaking his head so hard that his spikes bounced. “I refuse to deal with another inexperienced idiot.”
Principal Nezu smiled, clapping his paws together decidedly “Unfortunately, you get no say. We have to do what’s smart even if it’s not preferable. So, Shōta, I’d like you to assign Bakugou a classmate to stick to. Someone who is capable to both defend and protect while not asking prying questions. We don’t want this to get around and further jeopardize his safety.”
“I don’t need a fucking bodyguard, you damn rat! I’m not some fairytale princess at risk.”
“I mean,” Aizawa yawned and pulled his yellow sleeping bag closer to his body, “you don’t talk like one, but you have been kidnapped like one. I chose… Todoroki to be your Prince Charming.”
Congrats, Brat.
-
And this was how Bakugou found himself reluctantly sitting in Todoroki’s room, staring the two toned bastard dead in his vacant eyes.
His eyes were deceptive, though, because in his head - his thoughts were racing. Never pausing for air not unlike Deku in the middle of a rant. Instead, it was a constant flow of monotone questioning that he didn’t bother to actually verbalize.
This is weird. Or am I making it weird? No, no… What was it that Ashido told me to do? Read the room? Am I not correctly reading the room? No, I definitely am. This is my room so I set the vibe, right? Right.
I wonder why I’m on babysitting duty, anyway. I bet Bakugou did something stupid and this is his punishment. Wait - does that mean being around me is punishment? That would be rude. But it’s an assumption so maybe this isn’t punishment and it’s—
“Shut the fuck up, Icyhot! You talk too damn much!”
Todoroki cocked his head, “But I haven’t said anything.”
“Your face says otherwise.”
Good one, Bakugou.
“How long will we be ‘buddies’?”
Bakugou cringed at the word, and instead decided to close his eyes and fall backwards “I wish I fucking knew.”
It was then that Bakugou learned he didn’t need to look at the person to hear to hear what they were thinking because he could hear Todoroki reiterate in his own head:
I am reading the room and it is awkward.
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The first night in Todoroki’s room was weirder than Bakugou anticipated.
He was already in a new environment with a guy that he took pride in knowing little to nothing about.
He was uncomfortable because for some fucking reason Todoroki slept on the floor.
Like an animal.
And to make matters worst, Bakugou learned that night that he could hear dreams too.
It made sense, really. Dreams were just movies that your brain came up with while the rest of your body was offline. It was like free form thoughts that had no rhyme or reason.
If he tried hard enough, he could focus on one specific person’s dreams - otherwise it was just a clusterfuck of bits and pieces from all around him.
Sero was dreaming about swinging around Musutafu like he was goddamn Spider-Man.
Kirishima was dreaming about having a rematch with Tetsutetsu.
Ashido was dreaming about going fishing with Kirishima but she was using suspiciously familiar purple balls as bait.
And then, of course, there was Mineta himself was dreaming about having a face full of Yaoyorozu’s tits which disgusting and unrealistic.
Turning his head, Bakugou settled for staring at Todoroki who was sleeping peacefully; his breathing slow and comforting.
He was dreaming about life outside of U.A. He was in an unfurnished apartment with a blond cat with bright red eyes. Squatting down to pet the cat, Todoroki smiled shyly “Hi Kitsuki. I missed you today.”
The cat meowed in return and aggressively head butted the extended hand.
“Did you have a good day today? I hope your dad gave you the extra treats that I asked him to.”
Dad?
Bakugou couldn’t stop his eyebrows from raising. He never realized that Todoroki was into dudes.
Then again, that explained why he never hooked up with any of the girls thirsting over him on campus.
“ Sho, are you talking to the damn cat again?”
Bakugou startled as he heard his own voice in the dream.
“He’s our son, Katsuki. Of course I’m talking to him. Am I supposed to neglect conversing with him? That’s how children grow up to resent their parents for taking away their voice and striping them of their freedom of speech.”
“Shouto, it’s a fucking cat.”
“He’s a boy.”
Dream Katsuki rolled his eyes, “he’s a fucking cat.”
Suddenly, Bakugou’s concentration was interrupted by Shouto huffing in his sleep and turning over so that he now faced away.
Following suit, Bakugou turned away as well, deciding to instead squeeze his eyes shut and try to force the red away from his cheeks.
Bakugou missed his explosions.