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It is happening again. Katsuki is in the dirt watching Deku (-no, Izuku-) beat the shit out of a villain. Just like always, Katsuki was worse than Deku (-Izuku-). Slower, weaker, easier to piss off, easier to hate. To one Izuku Midoriya, Katsuki Bakugou was nothing better than a walking second place medal. Always second fiddle. Pro-Hero Dynamite may have been his official title, but the media, the fans, the people know him as Pro-Hero Deku’s soft spot. The person you use to get to the untouchable god.
He was fucking sick of it.
Katsuki still had Edgeshot running through his body, the bastard never having come out even after Katsuki healed, but if he pulled the shit he was thinking, he would still probably die.
In Katsuki’s pain drunk mind, dying a martyr was better than dying a tool to get back at fucking Deku.
Izuku was having more trouble than expected. In this situation he would usually sacrifice a finger or two to take down a villain that was giving him trouble(-sorry RG!-), but the villain had some kind of speed quirk(-legs vibrating rapidly right before he takes off -some kind of energy build-up…-) and was keeping himself between Izuku and a very injured Kachaan.
At least he was, until Kachaan started his stupid fucking mini-explosion OFA knockoff oh god not again-
And then the villain was down, out cold, with a, quite literally, smoking hot Kachaan standing atop him, bleeding profusely. Izuku ran over and helped him stay up, hand going for his com-unit only to realize his energy had fried it again mid battle. Izuku looked around to see Kachaan’s on the ground in pieces, and panic set in. A wet laugh brought his attention back to the dumb-ass in question.
“You should see your face right now, all panic-y and shit.” Kachaan laughed, getting cut off by a rattling cough. “I can still stand, so I’ll be fine.” He said, like Izuku couldn’t feel his childhood crush’s, love’s friend’s heart stuttering in his chest.
“Shut up and let me pick you up.” Izuku said, only to get a response of, “You looking down on me, Deku?” And oh didn’t that explain things. Kachaan getting his shit kicked in for the third time this week in front of Izuku had brought up some pain, and that mixed with him fucking dying again oh god- had him acting as is he had just gotten out of middle school again.
Izuku didn’t know what to say to that, so he powered up OFA, used Black Whip to stabilize the worst of Kachaan’s injuries as best as he could, and lifted him in a bridal carry. As they took off, he focused on keeping them from shaking too much with interspersed uses of Float.
Katsuki was in a lot of fucking pain. Like, nearly as much pain as when he first came close to dying. Except this time, he had got the fucker that put him in the dirt, showed him who was boss. Showed Deku(-not Deku, fucking Izuku-) that he didn’t need that nerd’s fucking help.
“I never looked down on you Kachaan.” The damn nerd says as they touch down for a moment for him to get ready to jump again. Katsuki grabs him by the shirt collar and pulls his face close. “Then what is with the fucking always trying to one up me, hah?!” He snarls. “Why am I always second place to you?! Why is the first thing people think of when they hear my name ‘What did Deku save him from this time?’”
Deku has the gall to look sad. “I looked up to you, you massive dick.” The stupid fuck mumbles. “I strived to be like you, not better than you.” And that stops Katsuki in his blood-loss-drunken-tracks. He lets go of Deku(-Izuku, you stupid fucking asshole-), and lets the nerd carry him to the hospital. He passes out the second the doctors get him on a stretcher.