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Katsuki is pissed. For better of words.
He was forced to stay in after class for detention with Aizawa. How humiliating. Yeah, he has a loudmouth and is crude, but he fucking follows the rules, usually. He’s more mature than you think. For All Might’s sake he goes to bed at eight-thirty every night to get the best possible schedule and energy for his training to be number one, and he does it willingly.
He’s in the third year now. Class 3A, he’s in “The Big Three” at UA, second in class, he’s one of the strongest heroes in training students at UA, the smartest too. He shouldn’t be in fucking detention.
He’s grown, he's 18, not the same fucking 15-year-old, anger-issued filled boy with the temper of kettle and language vocabulary of a screeching, Pomeranian. He’s grown now. He still swears and flips people off but he’s more “chill” and much more friendlier. He even calls some people by their actual names! Some people.
So, as he stares irritated at the wall behind the sleeping Aizawa, he silently curses himself.
”Fucking idiot”
Yeah, he’s matured. But apparently not mature enough to not send a row of explosions to Neito Monoma’s face.
That’s what he gets for being an annoying prick.
“Bakugou” Aizawa says. Erasing Katsuki’s original thought of him being asleep and disturbing his staring competition with the back wall.
He “tch”, annoyed.
”yeah?”
He sighs. “Y’know, I don’t want to do this anymore than you do” It wasn’t said like a question. Stating his opinion on having to watch out Katsuki’s detention.
Katsuki only looks more irritated. “Yeah, I know. Doesn’t make me anymore less pissed. Why the hell do I need to take detention?” He asks.
”You were practically exploding Monoma’s face” he says dumbfounded.
He rolls his eyes at that. Stating that “He should keep his goddamn mouth shut then.” Before standing up, preparing to leave. Detention is now over.
Thank fuck.
Aizawa sighs again. “Yeah, I’ll talk to him later, but you guys are third years now” he stares at Katsuki with a serious look. “And your apart of ‘The Big Three’, act like it. You’ve grown a lot over the two years. You and Problem child don’t even fight anymore, sometimes.” He also gets up, ready to leave. Again, he also doesn’t want to stay in detention. “I get you slip up sometimes, but can it down a bit, kid. Or I’ll start calling you ‘problem child two’. I already have one, don’t want to get another.” He rubs his eye bags, surprisingly they’ve gone down since the first year. Yet, it still looks like he hasn’t slept in years.
Katsuki grabs his stuff and strolls out. “Yeah, yeah. See ya’ Aizawa Sensei.” Waving his hand as he leaves the classroom.
-
Fucking shit, God-damnit! I’ve missed it!!
He checks his phone, 14 new messages (Deku).
Kacchan, are we still doing training after class? Or do you have detention from what you did to Monoma?
One reads.
Another says, Okay so you do have detention, Todoroki told me.
“Fucking, IcyHot” He spits.
Will detention end soon?
Oh! Sorry!! I probably shouldn’t be texting you while you’re at detention.
Your phones probably blowing up!!
I’m sorry!!
Plz don’t kill me. Wait sorry for texting so much, I’ll stop.
Despite what Izuku said in his text, he continued to text him another seven times.
“Fucking, Deku” Katsuki shakes his head, huffing. If you were close to his face, you might even see a smile on it. Though he would never admit it.
His small smile that’ll he’ll never admit to, frowns. Now scowling. Even more pissed than before knowing he’s probably missed the entire training session with Izuku.
It’s been educational hell at UA recently, less actual physical work and no more internships for a while, and since Class 3A has been given a lot more homework and assignments over the past three weeks, much to Denki’s demise, Katsuki or anyone that id has been able to get some proper physical training. Katsuki in particular has been skipping out on his training session with Deku, no more “Catch a’ Kacchan”. He hasn’t even been able to get in a proper gym workout! His arms missing out in lifting. Only using his cheap dumbbells in his dorm room, or some push and lift-ups here and there.
So yeah, he’s pissed.
Pissed from detention
Pissed from Neito
Pissed from not being able to reply to Izuku’s texts.
Pissed from not being able to train
Pissed from not being able to train with Deku
And most of all, pissed at not being able to see Izuku training! Sweating, smiling like the dork he is as he demolishes his partner, that being Katsuki. Though he’d never admit. He’s strong as hell.
What?
Izuku, sweating? Why would I think that!??
Fake images of Deku start to form in his mind. His imagination going haywire. Unable to stop. Izuku smiles at him as he runs up to him. He has a shirt on, but its tight. His abs being much more noticeable then usual, contrasting with his small height and body. Stop thinking, dammit!!
Sparks actually start to ignite on his hands.
“Shit!”
Don’t want to burn his phone. Or explode it.
Try explaining that to anyone.
Uh, yeah. I was just thinking of my rival-now best friend and arguably childhood friend sweating, smile and wanting to see his abs through his tight shirt.
Yeah.
Normal.
…
He ends up just going to his dorm. Not wanting anyone witnesses to see his slightly burned phone and maybe, maybe-not dent in his pants. Ugh.
“Tch” He mumbles before falling into his bed. He checks his phone. No new messages from Izuku. Some from Eijirou though.
“Nah, not gonna’ read that. Fuck, nine messages?? Shitty Hair!?” He turns his phone off and slams it on his side table. His previous sexua- inappropriate thoughts being replaced by Neito’s ugly face.
“I fucking hate that guy”
He tries to calm himself down, maybe take a nap. But nothing can do, so with anger he gets up, gets dressed and leaves for the gym.
Deku may not be there, but I can still train my frustration away. Better then accidentally blowing my pillow up in my sleep.
…
Katsuki walks up to the school’s gym, having visited it plenty of times…
And as soon as he enters a gush of wind is blown into his face.
“Ah! Sorry Kacchan!!” Yells out Izuku. Worried voice as usual, hands waving.
“You okay Bakugou!?” Calls out another voice.
And no, it’s not All Might
But Round Cheeks.
“What the hell are you two doing here!” Katsuki yells back, characteristically.
Ochako and Izuku both smile. Ochako runs up to him first, unfortunately. “Well, you were busy with detention with Mr Aizawa, so you and Deku-kun couldn’t play Catch-a-Kacchan. So, I offered to instead” She smiles innocently at him.
“Tch, it ain’t a game. Its training” He argues. Clicking his tongue.
Katsuki notices that Ochako pink cheeks are pinker, or rather, redder than usual. Sweat rolling down the side of her face. Smile slightly, different? Its definitely less innocent and more… shy? Nervous? Katsuki can’t pin-point it. She doesn’t look too roughed up, so they must’ve of trained too hard. So why is she acting so weird?...
…and that’s when it happens. Deku, fucking Deku, comes rushing towards us. Smile as clear as day. Happy to see me and obviously seemingly seem to be enjoying his training session with Round Cheeks. But along with his sun-fucking-shine of a smile is his… his shirt.
Or lack off.
Deku, goddamn Deku, goddamn, fucking Deku isn’t wearing a shirt. His abs shining from the gym’s lights. The sweat glistering.
Katsuki can basically feel his eyes popping out of his head.
Ochako ain’t better.
Staring, face now fully red.
“O-oh, hey D-Deku-kun. You sure c-came rushing back, heh.” Ochako clearly not being abled to hold it together. Izuku looks confused to what she said but smiles anyway. Not understanding but is fine anyway. “Of course, Ochako! I don’t want to just leave you be considering you decided to help me!” They’re on First name basis now. He still stumbles from here to there. He smiles and bows his head a few times. Practically nodding his head. Trying to thank her.
They chuckle at his antics.
“I was gonna’ train on my own. Thought you’ll be done by now.” Katsuki says, about to walk away to the bench and start his workout.
Ochako stops him.
“Come on, Bakugou-kun! We can just all train together. Its better that way, plus Deku-kun keeps catching me, you’ll be better as a partner.” She tells him.
P-PARTNER!??
“-Oh and I would love a good sparring partner, isn’t our score 23 to 21? Would love to catch up to more.” She continues. He snaps back into reality. He smirks, feeling the competitive nature flow through him at her request. He nods.
She leans in, slightly.
“A-also I, I kinda’ need a distraction” She whispers somewhat discreetly.
“Hah?” He questions.
He shrugs his shoulders. “Whatever let’s get this over with” he says, despite being pumped for their training session.
And that when it happens.
Bomb structed.
“Oh great! This is going to be awesome!! I’ve never got to train with the both of you. Kacchan and Ochako, So pumped! Hey, we should do Catch a Kacchan and Ochako now!” Izuku practically squeals.
And that’s when it happens.
Ochako and Katsuki’s heart’s physically squeezed.
The tightening sensation being too much as the clench their shirts.
…
Then for the last 15 minutes, Izuku goes on and on about strategies and training potential and how excited he is to train with them. Unaware that Ochako and Izuku have genuinely froze. Faces as red as they come. Steam legitimately coming from Katsuki’s hands.
“- and then we should- Wow, hey! Ochako!!” Izuku yells, shooting out black whip trying to get the now floating Ochako.
He then ran into Katsuki.
“Oh, Kacchan! Sorry!! I didn’t-“
BOOM!!
And that’s how Katsuki Bakugou exploded and Ochako Uraraka float into space. Leaving a very confused, and slightly burnt Izuku.
