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Izuku doesn’t know why he was expecting the first day of Yuuei to be so much different from other schools. It was all the same mostly. Finding out which teachers had seating charts and cringing at who you were sitting next to, introductions, going over classroom rules, and having to fill out ‘worksheets’ that let teachers get to know their students.
It was rather boring. But at least it was easy.
Currently, Izuku is sitting at a table in the cafeteria that’s been claimed by himself, Katsuki, and Hitoshi. Katsuki’s been complaining about not doing anything hero related at a hero school since the bell rang. Quietly, Izuku agrees with him and he thinks Hitoshi does too.
He only thinks Hitoshi might agree because, despite the understanding in his eyes, Hitoshi is giving Katsuki shit for his impatience.
When the complaining and quips almost turn into a real argument, Izuku steers the conversation in a new direction.
“Are we still going to your house after school today?” Izuku asks Hitoshi. Last night Hitoshi had texted the group chat about how his mothers are demanding Izuku and Katsuki come over, wanting to celebrate the beginning of the three’s journey into becoming heroes.
“Yeah. I think if either of you don’t show up, Mom’ll throw a fit. She’s been baking things since yesterday morning and I haven’t been allowed to touch any of it.” Hitoshi drops his head onto Izuku’s shoulder, making a wounded noise. Izuku just pats his shoulder with an exasperated smile.
Katsuki rolls his eyes. “As if we wouldn’t show.”
Izuku can feel the smile Hitoshi hides against his shirt. “Yeah! We’d never want to disappoint Mayumi-san!”
Silence falls again as they all finish off their food. Katsuki drops his chopsticks to the side when he’s done, then gets up to go dispose of the singular wrapper he had.
Within 30 seconds of Katsuki standing and leaving, three more people appear at their table. At least it’s the three Izuku had deemed okay during the assessment.
Mina’s sitting across from Izuku, in Katsuki’s spot which will undoubtedly cause problems in a minute or so, leaning across the table. “Aizawa-kun! Is it okay if we sit with you guys? We wanted to come over earlier but you guys were already eating so we didn’t wanna interrupt!”
Kaminari and Kirishima nod their heads, friendly smiles gracing both their faces. Izuku can’t help but notice how Kirishima’s hair is so stiff it doesn’t even move from the motion. “Oh. Uh. Yeah, you can, I guess. But that’s Kacchan’s spot.”
“Ah, I’m sure he won’t mind!” Mina says as if she knows Katsuki at all. A tragic mistake.
Hitoshi grimaces as he stares off into the distance rather than looking at the newcomers, “He’ll mind. So unless you want him to be even louder than usual, you should probably just move over.”
Mina’s in the middle of waving off Hitoshi’s advice? Warning? When Katsuki returns and promptly loses his cool about losing his spot across from Izuku.
“Move the fuck over, Pinky.”
“Aw, why? I wanna sit across from my new best friend!” She gestures toward Izuku who simply does not know what to make of the situation in front of him.
“Yeah? Well that’s my seat and he’s my boyfriend, so move the fuck over already.”
Mina’s jaw drops and her eyes go wide. Both Kirishima and Kaminari look between Izuku and Katsuki like they’re trying to solve a puzzle. Hitoshi snorts.
Izuku blushes hard. And loses a little control. A tiny little spiral of flames snake up his arms and it takes everything in him to make them go away before he catches his uniform on fire. Thankfully he doesn’t have his capture weapons on—his dad saying he wasn’t allowed to wear them around until they get their hero uniforms and he ‘approves’ of Izuku having them on his person at all times.
(Izuku thinks it’s a bit stupid but he does understand the need to keep things legal and, well, fair-ish to his new classmates.)
“You two are together?! Like a couple?! That’s so cute!” Mina’s bouncing in place, hands moving meaninglessly from excitement. Somehow she does scoot over enough for Katsuki to sit while she does this. “How long have you been dating?”
Hitoshi groans miserably at that, “Not long enough for all the shit they put me through.”
Izuku and Katsuki both protest this at the same time, talking over one another. “Shut the hell up.” “Toshi!”
The three others at the table laugh at their antics before Izuku decides to bite the bullet and answer the question. His voice is shy when he says, “We’ve only been dating for about six months.”
“Oh wow! So you guys went to middle school together?” Kaminari asks.
Katsuki laughs. “Yeah but I’ve known ‘Zuku since he was fuckin’ born.”
“I only met them in middle school. Yet somehow I’ve been suffering the entire time.” Hitoshi tacks on.
“Hey! You love us!”
“I’m being held hostage, ‘Zu.”
The table devolves into laughter. Katsuki can’t even help but to crack a smile.
“Me and Kiri went to middle school together, too! It’s so cute that you guys have known each other so long and now you love each other…” Mina’s voice is entirely dreamy and wistful. Izuku and Katsuki go red at the words ‘love each other’.
Because, yeah, they do. But you can’t just say that!
The whole table cooed at the two, besides Hitoshi, who fake gagged because he’s an asshole but Izuku loves him for it so it’s okay.
The six talk for a while, Mina keeps Izuku’s attention and even Kaminari joins a few of the conversations. Kirishima is still diligently trying to weasel his way into actually talking with Katsuki and, unfortunately for him, it’s still not working. Izuku wonders if he should warn the poor guy that it’ll probably take months to truly wear Katsuki down the way he wants to.
“Oh, yeah!” Kirishima nearly yells, jolting the entire table to attention, “You guys excited for heroics? I know we still have a few hours before it but I’m really pumped!”
Nearly everyone nods, some more enthusiastic than others. Mina joins the excitement quickly. “Yeah! I wonder what we’re gonna do? Would we start training today already or what? I know it’s the first day but, like, this is Yuuei, y’know?”
“We better fuckin’ do something, this day has been boring as shit.” Katsuki grumbles and Izuku can’t help but smile.
“It has been pretty boring, Kacchan. But I don’t think we’d do much today. We might stretch or something but I don’t imagine they’d make us do anything too physical. A lot of us are in too different of places to hold such a generalised class yet.”
Hitoshi hums to his side and Katsuki groans but nods then reaches across the table expectantly. Izuku can’t help the bubbly little pleased feeling in his chest when he takes Katsuki’s hand. For all Katsuki doesn’t like PDA—hand holding seems to be the one true exception, especially when he’s irritated.
Izuku will never forget when he asked one night when Katsuki stayed over and he got the answer “You just calm me down when I get too pissed off. And it’s nice or whatever.”
“What do you mean by that man? Aren’t we all, like, beginners?” Kaminari asks, head tilted to the side.
Katsuki snorts but doesn’t look up from where he’s swiping his thumb across the back of Izuku’s hand. Hitoshi lets out a huff of air before once again leaning onto Izuku’s shoulder.
“Ah. I mean- technically: yes. We’re all beginners if you think in terms of training at Yuuei but it’s obvious a lot of the class has been doing private training beforehand. Just Kacchan, Toshi, and I have been training for years. Yaoyorozu and Todoroki have more stamina and control over their quirks than most of the class, meanwhile, people like Sato and Shouji are way ahead in terms of strength training.” Izuku shrugs, jostling Hitoshi who grumbles but remains in place stubbornly. “It wouldn’t make sense to train us all at once with some basic curriculum when we’re all in such different places.”
Kaminari blinks. “Well shit. Yeah, I guess you’re right. I didn’t think about all that.”
“Dude! I never even considered we’d all probably have personalised training, whoa. Oh, I wonder what kind of stuff they’d make me do.” Kirishima exclaims before falling into a mental daydream of some sort. He’s laser-focused on the table and going through many facial expressions. Izuku leaves him to it, all too understanding.
Hitoshi, having been leaning on Izuku, somewhat listening to the conversation, and playing on his phone, finally speaks up, “Lunch is almost over. We should probably clean up.”
They all start packing away their bentos and gathering anything that needs to be thrown away before splitting ways. Kirishima, Kaminari, and Mina go back to sitting at the table while the other three start heading to Cementoss’s class.
Katsuki has an arm wrapped around Izuku’s shoulders, carefully tucking Izuku into his side, while Izuku holds Hitoshi’s hand. If anyone were to see them, it’d probably look a little weird or maybe confusing. It couldn’t be more normal to the three, though.
“We have this and Art History left before Heroics… Is it bad that I’m already tired?” Hitoshi grumbles as they enter the classroom and settle in their, thankfully, self-chosen seats. Teachers that don’t do seating charts deserve the world.
Izuku giggles, shaking his head, “Nah. Being in school again, like this, with so many other people is really weird… just talking to the others during lunch has me ready to go home.”
“This is why I don’t fuckin’ talk to people.”
“No, the reason you didn’t talk to anyone was that you were too busy staring at yourself holding Izuku’s hand. Loser.”
Katsuki cuts a glare towards Hitoshi, “Says the asshole that played on his phone and damn near glued himself to ‘Zuku the whole time so he didn’t have to interact with anyone.”
“Touché, my friend.”
Izuku laughs while Katsuki rolls his eyes and Hitoshi smirks in a manner that’s much too smug.
Izuku loves the two of them a whole lot. Antics included.
By the time Art History is almost over, the class is buzzing in their seats. Only for the excited expectations of their Heroics class to be vanquished by Midnight 3 minutes before the bell.
She had been letting them talk for the last 5 minutes of class after giving them a rundown of what exactly Art and Art History entails. Izuku noticed her computer dinged almost right as she dismissed them and she immediately switched to it. Only for her to wrinkle her nose in distaste and disappointment before sighing and standing in front of the class again.
“I know you’re all expecting to have heroics next but I just received word that the heroics teacher is unable to come in due to an emergency of sorts. Sorry, kiddos.”
The amount of noise that unleashes at that announcement has Izuku bringing his hands up to cover his ears. He sees two others also wince. Jirou and Shoji. Shoji changes the limb acting as a third ear into something else and Jirou shrinks down into her shoulders.
Hell, he even sees Katsuki twitch from irritation in front of him. Izuku knows Hitoshi, behind him, already had his headphones on—being long done with the school day and forced social interaction—so he knows at least one of them didn’t just get assaulted by noise.
Izuku wonders just how long it will take them all to acclimate again. Hopefully, it won’t be too long because this is… rather unbearable.
“Alright, alright. Enough of that.” Midnight’s normally playful tone is gone, making the entire class go silent. She smiles again just as it falls as if her demeanour never changed. “Feel free to be upset about it, but there’s no need to make your classmates with sensitive hearing have to endure all of that for no reason.”
A few people around the room start looking around as if they can pinpoint just which classmates she’s talking about.
They won’t be able to spot them. Considering all three have mostly recovered and are now trying valiantly to look very normal and completely unbothered.
Midnight forges onward, “Since there’s no Foundational Heroics class today, you’ll be dismissed with the rest of the school. If any of you need to alert your parents and guardians about it, you can do so now.”
Izuku watches as nearly the entire class takes out their phones so they can all make sure their parents or whoever will be able to pick them up or have the house unlocked.
Izuku, Katsuki, and Hitoshi just sort of look at one another. All three of them know they’re just going to rope Shouta and Hizashi into driving them to Hitoshi’s.
Midnight comes up to Izuku’s desk and leans down to whisper, “Your dad already knows, Sprout. He said to let you know to meet him in his classroom, not the lounge.”
Izuku nods, whispering back, “Okay. Thank you, Aunt Nem.”
Midnight beams just like she always does when Izuku refers to her as Aunt or Auntie, “Of course, Sprout! Anything for my favourite darling nephew.”
None of the class even notices the exchange. Too tied up in their own business.
A minute later and the bell chimes through the school, the amount of students that make a break for the door and storm into the hallway is almost laughable. Izuku doesn’t even attempt to get up. He is not going to brave the hallway when hundreds of students are trying to leave at once.
Once it’s considerably calmed down and everyone has their stuff packed away in their bags, the trio starts slowly meandering to the door. Izuku calls out one last bye, love you! to Nemuri before they start heading to the stairs to get to class 1-A.
“So. We all agree this is really disappointing, right?” Hitoshi asks, breaking the silence.
Katsuki releases something akin to a growl. “It’s more than fucking disappointing. What kind of fucking teacher doesn’t show up to teach their class on the first day?”
Izuku… doesn’t know if he should break the news on just who their foundational heroics teacher is. Neither Hitoshi nor Katsuki know yet. Not really. Just that it’s the new teacher and how the entire Aizawa household seems to be unsure of them.
He keeps his mouth shut.
They arrive at the classroom and are met with both Shouta and Hizashi seemingly wasting away. Shouta is sprawled on the ground in his sleeping bag and Hizashi is lying across the desk face down.
“Uh. Are we interrupting something?” Izuku can’t help but ask. An undeniable teasing edge to his voice.
Hizashi lets out a tired laugh and Shouta just groans before mumbling out ‘stupid fucking entitled teenagers’. Only Izuku hears it but he does have to choke back a laugh. He wonders what the third-years did to make his dad say that.
It seems his beloved parents also had a hard first day back at school, though. And that’s oddly reassuring.
Shouta haphazardly sits up, “How was your first day back in school, problem children?”
“Eh.” Is what Hitoshi offers and Izuku nods in agreement. Katsuki on the other hand…
“Who the fuck is supposed to teach heroics?”
Both Shouta and Hizashi freeze. It wouldn’t be too noticeable to anyone else but to three kids that have been around them for varying quantities of years… it’s quite obvious.
Hizashi purses his lips before he speaks, his words slow and carefully chosen, “We’re not allowed to tell you. It’s supposed to be a surprise.”
Katsuki narrows his eyes and Hitoshi even cocks his head to the side, both horribly aware of just how much Hizashi isn’t saying.
Izuku just looks at Shouta, who is looking at Izuku with eyes that are on the side of being too unreadable. Like he’s trying to find something out but doesn’t want to pry. Like he knows something but he doesn’t know what exactly that something is. And it all has to deal with All Might—the teacher that decidedly did not show up today.
It makes Izuku uneasy. The thought of his dad knowing about what happened between him and All Might feels… not good. Mostly because of, well, what happened between the two of them and because of just how long it’s been since the initial incident.
Izuku would rather not have to bring up the catalyst of that day. Of his stupid decision to hunt down the number one hero and ask the question. Only to get damn near ruthlessly shot down. Then to finally catch up to Katsuki and Hitoshi only to see Katsuki on the brink of what could’ve been his death.
Then to save Katsuki.
Only to take his place.
Only to die.
Yeah, it’s not an ideal thing to bring up because however temporary his death was, it’s still traumatising to every single party involved. Whether having to be the one to die, having to watch your best friend die, or having to watch your child die… not too great on the human psyche.
But now Izuku knows that Shouta, and likely Hizashi, know something.
Obviously, he changes the subject.
“Could you drop all of us off at Toshi’s?” Izuku asks, still mostly looking at Shouta but his eyes flick between the two adults.
Shouta squints but ultimately sighs, “Yeah, as long as Mayumi and Yuuzuki are okay with it.”
Hitoshi perks up and nods, “Believe me, they’re okay with it. They specially requested it.”
“Oh? What's the special occasion, listeners?”
Hitoshi rolls his eyes but the smile he’s unsuccessfully trying to suppress is so fond and happy that the action is null. “They wanna celebrate us all ‘officially starting our journeys to be heroes’ or whatever. Mom baked so much it’s stupid.”
“That’s so sweet! We’ll definitely take you three over there, just let us get ready to leave, yeah? Maybe we’ll even hang around for a bit, help get rid of some of the sweets.” Hizashi grins at the three before he paws around the desk, collecting various papers and shoving them into a folder.
Izuku, Hitoshi, and Katsuki all stand in the doorway idly, watching as the two adults attempt to gather their things and not keel over from the emotionally and physically exhausting day they’ve had.
Soon enough they’re all walking toward the car. Izuku’s practically being dragged by Katsuki, letting all his weight settle into his side as they walk along. Just a few minutes prior Hitoshi was hanging off Izuku like a deadweight, letting Katsuki drag all of them.
If Izuku might have goaded him on with “C’mon Kacchan, you’re the strongest of the three of us!” Then that’s unimportant and irrelevant seeing as Hitoshi let up anyway.
Though Katsuki didn’t have much trouble with two people attached to him, despite all the added weight. If Izuku’s a little hung up about it; that’s really no one’s business.
Really, he can’t help his boyfriend is just so… impressive. Yes, that’s a very nice and completely tame way to say exactly how he’s feeling about this revelation. It’s not like Izuku didn’t know Katsuki was strong; his quirk requires so much upper body strength and Izuku has seen exactly what his training entails. He also knew Katsuki could take about 70% of the recoil from his explosions without any problems. Izuku just somehow didn’t process just how much strength both those things actually took, especially the natural shock absorption.
Katsuki is sturdy and strong and that means he can drag around ~150 kilos with little struggle.
Izuku is feeling completely normal about this. No one can prove otherwise.
Somehow, while Izuku’s trapped inside his Kacchan-obsessed haze, they make it to Hitoshi’s house. He’s not sure when he got in the car or who even drove (though it was likely Hizashi considering no one exactly prefers Shouta behind the wheel).
There are balloons everywhere as well as streamers and confetti. Hitoshi did not lie about just how much his mom made. There was no exaggeration because Izuku agreed: it was a stupid amount of sweets.
Not that he was complaining. In fact, quite the opposite.
Katsuki had already claimed a little mini cake for himself, hoarding his plate close to his chest and glaring at Izuku because Izuku may or may not have a habit of stealing bites from his friends’ plates. Hitoshi has completely stocked up on cookies and several brownies. Well, one is actually a blondie but Izuku digresses.
Three out of four parents present are just as gone on all the sweets. Shouta, Hizashi, and Mayumi—the baker herself—are all indulging in copious amounts of chocolate, cake, and fruit-filled pastry. The only one who has had a measly plain vanilla cupcake, with half the frosting scraped off, is Yuuzuki. Since, according to her, she ‘doesn’t really like sweets’. Though Izuku has heard tales that she does like sweets, sugar just seems to give her excruciating migraines.
(Izuku, secretly, thinks it might have something to do with her quirk. It seems to make her prone to migraines and other ailments around that area. She gets sinus infections easier and her eyesight seems to vary throughout the year depending on the weather. Izuku wants to look into why so bad, but hasn’t because, well, she asked him not to.
Which is a bit unfortunate for Izuku. But he will abide by it because she’s his best friend’s mom and also maybe the only maternal figure in his life. Well the only maternal figure beside her wife.)
Between eating sweets and listening to the low music they have playing, the two women have been smothering the three teenagers in affection. Katsuki is to the point of bristling when they get close to him, mostly because of Yuuzuki and her tendency to latch on and never let go when she hugs someone. It took Katsuki about seven and a half minutes to get free of her.
Hitoshi is just letting it happen, used to it because they’re his moms. Izuku is also basking in it, a little shy of all the hugging but loving the hair ruffles and quick side embraces when the two women seem to get too caught up in their happiness for the three of them.
“So,” Yuuzuki drags it out, half to get everyone’s attention and half to be dramatic, “How’re you all liking Yuuei now that you’re proper students? Is it as nice as you thought it would be?”
“Mama it’s only the first day, nothing even happened yet.”
“Maybe but what about all the teachers and just the school itself? Hmm? Where’s all your excitement?!”
“Yuu, baby, it’s their first day. Just like Hito just said. I bet they’re all tired and only tolerating all this because there’s food involved.”
Katsuki loudly announces that that is exactly why he’s tolerating this. Hitoshi shrugs inconspicuously and Izuku simply remains quiet, eating the last bit of cupcake off his dad’s plate. If his friends were going to guard their own, he's just going to target other people.
Shouta swats at Izuku’s hand but still has most of his attention focused on the rest of the group, “It’s so easy to tell you’re the one adult here that’s not a teacher.”
“Hey! Yumi-chan is only a preschool teacher! That’s way different from high school!”
“Mayumi literally braves a room of 20 toddlers. She has it the worst out of all of us.” Shouta deadpans.
Hizashi nods morosely, a haunted sort of look passing over his face as he attempts to imagine what teaching and caring for 20 toddlers must be like. He already thinks teenagers are a rough batch to handle, he couldn’t imagine handling kids that barely have a grip on their own bodily functions and reactions.
“I wouldn’t say I have it the worst… I mean you guys have to handle kids going through puberty and first-time crushes and heartbreak. I don’t even want to know what that could be like.” Mayumi shudders.
Yuuzuki squints at her wife for a moment before speaking up, “Didn’t you just tell me about how a lot of your class has been ‘married’ to each other only to go through dramatic divorces and breakups?”
Mayumi shrugs, “Yeah but those are all when they’re like playing house or make-believe of some sort. It’s mostly just like watching a sitcom or a soap opera, honestly, it’s absurdly entertaining. Usually, those don’t end in horrible fallouts that shatter a class dynamically, too.”
Shouta’s entire demeanour darkens like he’s reliving horrible memories. “One year I tried to ban dating as a whole because of that. Some kids got together, had a nasty breakup, and it ended with an entire friend group dropping out of heroics. That was a fucking nightmare.”
“Oh, I remember that. Nedzu was so confused as to how that could make people drop heroics.” Hizashi tacks on.
“Whoa, what? Why'd they drop the course? How was that what they decided to do because of a high school breakup?” Mayumi looks almost scared as she asks.
Shouta drops his head to the table, barely missing his plate, “They dropped all because they didn’t want to see their ex on the field. Which, honestly, if that’s all it took for them to not want to be heroes… good fucking riddance.”
Mayumi lets out a low whistle, “How did a group like that fly past your radar? Don’t you have, like, days dedicated to fishing out kids that won’t take it seriously or something?”
“I do. As much as the process works, there’s always outliers.”
Mayumi hums and Yuuzuki looks like she’s suddenly extremely grateful she went into art and not teaching for a career.
Izuku, Katsuki, and Hitoshi are being very silent throughout this exchange, trying to just listen to all the stories and insider gossip being placed before them. For as much as they’ve heard passing stories from all the parents about things that happen at their jobs, somehow this is not anything they’ve heard before. Which is a little astonishing since it’s such a bizarre event.
“Wow. That’s, uh, a lot more than I’ve ever expected to happen at a hero school. But I guess Yuuei is just another high school. Where there’s hundreds of teenagers, there’s bound to be drama.” Yuuzuki’s voice takes on an almost wistful note like she’s remembering her own high school experience.
Hizashi laughs a little, “Yeah! People forget that hero schools are just high schools with a few extra classes. I almost think the drama in hero schools is more intense. You wouldn’t believe the kinda stuff Shou and I got dragged into because of Nemuri back in the day.”
“Oh? And what did Kayama-san get you two into back then?”
The smile that graces Hizashi’s face while genuine pain seems to grace his dad’s makes Izuku think it’s time for him and his two boys to retreat while the adults talk about whatever this is.
Izuku carefully stands up as Hizashi launches into a story that involves Nemuri and about fifteen other people he’s never heard of. He gets a hold of both Hitoshi and Katsuki before dragging the two away, practically marching to Hitoshi’s room.
He doesn’t feel like listening to whatever his parents and aunt got up to, at least not whatever made his dad make the face he just did. Even if walking away doesn’t make him not able to hear it—advanced senses be damned—now he just has to resolutely focus on something else, hoping it naturally gets drowned out.
Once they’re all settled in Hitoshi’s room Izuku notices how Hitoshi somehow managed to snag the entire fucking tray of brownies, what’s left of them at least.
“These are mine now. Fuck off, both of you.” Hitoshi says as he delicately sets the glass dish down on the edge of his desk.
“What the fuck are you gonna do with half a goddamn tray of brownies, dumbass?”
“Thrive.”
“Jesus fuckin’ christ. When you get sick, I’m gonna laugh in your damn face.”
“It’ll be worth it.”
“Why are you like this?”
“Why not, Katsuki? That’s the real question.”
Izuku sees Katsuki take a deep breath before he turns away from Hitoshi. Fully removing himself from the situation. Then his attention is on Izuku, who can’t help but melt at the soft look that immediately enters Katsuki’s eyes when he focuses on Izuku. Even though that softness is quickly replaced by something mischievous.
“So, nerd, why’d you drag us away? Didn’t wanna hear whatever weird ass shit your weird ass family got up to in school?”
“Of course I didn’t! Did you see how they both reacted? Absolutely not, I don’t want to know. The potential blackmail isn’t even worth it.”
Hitoshi barks out a laugh and Katsuki just grins, helplessly entertained by Izuku’s dramaticism.
“Nedzu would be so disappointed that you’re passing up an opportunity like this. You could hold this sort of information over their head. Something happens? You threaten to tell the class, ruin a reputation or two.” Hitoshi sounds almost woeful like he’s also mourning the loss.
Izuku drags a hand down his face groaning, “I know but I don’t think the knowledge would be worth it. I’d have to live with whatever I’d learn, you know? I’m not strong enough for that.”
“You’re so fucking dramatic, ‘Zuku.”
“Someone here has to be.”
“You act like Hitoshi isn’t just as dramatic as you. Both of you are awful.”
Izuku looks back up at Katsuki, pausing his despair of the situation, “Kacchan, we’re not awful. If we were you wouldn’t hang out with us. Or date me, for that matter.”
“Yeah, Kat. I think you like that you got stuck with two overly dramatic bitches. Free entertainment and all that.”
“What the fuck ever.”
Which, in Katsuki’s terms of speaking, is all too damning.
“You do like that we’re dramatic! Aw, Kacchan!”
“Shut the fuck up. I’ll break up with you.”
“No, you won’t.”
Katsuki sighs, looking off into the middle distance like he’s deeply regretful, “No. I won’t.”
“Oh stop. Please, god, hasn’t my room seen enough? After the Breakdown Of Second Year, it can’t handle anymore.”
Izuku tilts his head to the side. Katsuki goes wide-eyed, spinning to face Hitoshi and clamping a hand over his mouth. “Say anything else and I kill you. Full stop.”
“What?” Izuku asks and Hitoshi says something but it’s too distorted by Katsuki’s hand.
Katsuki answers too quickly, “Nothing.”
“No, what the hell? What’s the breakdown of second year? That sounds bad.”
“Wasn’t bad. It’s nothing to worry about.”
Hitoshi is yelling behind Katsuki’s hand at this point, attempting to pry it off his mouth unsuccessfully. Katsuki remains in place.
Izuku narrows his eyes. “I won’t ask… if you promise it wasn’t bad.”
Expectantly, he holds up a pinky, eyes still narrowed.
With his free hand Katsuki hooks their pinkies, “Promise, ‘Zuku.”
Hitoshi seemingly despairs. Miming strangling Katsuki before going limp, forcing Katsuki to catch him lest they both fall to the floor.
Izuku just looks on, confused and curious but ultimately at ease. He'll find out eventually.
“I will reveal your secrets one day, Bakugou Katsuki. I deserve to be heard. My suffering wasn’t for nothing.” Hitoshi despairs, still being deadweight in Katsuki’s arms.
“Remember when I said you two were overly fucking dramatic? Yeah.”