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Izuku sucked in a breath before letting out a blood curdling scream, dramatically causing birds to fly away out of the tree near his window.
He sighed and rubbed the temples of his head, what was he doing? His door slammed open to reveal a very, very, pissed off Bakugou.
“Nerd, it is my time to sleep, WHY ARE YOU YELLING?” His palms crackled and his chest rose and fell at a quick pace. Izuku spun around to reveal his laptop on his legs.
“I was reading some stupid All Might fan fic, it’s so horribly written - even I could do better than this!”
Huh, this was a change in Izuku.
Despite being kind and self-sacrificing during the day, Izuku’s inner author broke out during the night. Even then, he wasn’t that rude, usually it was just some comments on grammar and how someone could use some additional details, but Izuku being this blunt was a first.
Katsuki walked in and slammed the door shut, swiping the computer from Izuku, “I doubt it’s that…bad…”
Katsuki frowned as he read a short paragraph, already lurching at its messed up details and lack of solid plot.
“Who the fuck wrote this? I’ll ask why you’re reading a self insert later, but Fuck, this is trash.”
“I KNOW! They turned y/n into a character, the plot went from some meet up turning into a shooting, this whole thing is a mess! And why are there multiple of him? He is the same person throughout his multiple ages, he has no “alter egos”.”
Izuku threw his hands up into the air and groaned, face palming, “There is no way they thought this was acceptable to publish, absolute garbage…”
Katsuki kept reading, snorting and bursting out laughing once in a while, “God, one shot through the leg and this dumbass fucking acts like it was a fatal wound,” Katsuki wheezed and crouched, wiping away tears with one hand while the other kept the laptop suspended in the air.
“This is so horrible! I can’t, they need a manager, a PR team, a beta reader-” Katsuki set the laptop down before falling on his side and wheezing some more.
Izuku groaned and pulled at the bottom of his eyes, grabbing his computer back and quickly opening an empty document.
“What’re you doin’ now nerd? Don’t tell me you’re gonna waste your night by re-writing this shitty fic,” Bakugou sat up, leaning against his knee while his other leg rested flat against the carpet.
“I have to Kacchan! God knows it needs so much fixing up, it’ll be a proper self insert fic, proper plot and all! I can’t sit back and watch this travesty remain unfixed.”
Bakugou rolled his eyes, “send me the link, I’ll beta read and correct your spelling errors as you go.”
And with that, both of them spent the night fixing what to them, was the worst self insert on the internet.
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Least to say, both of them stocked up on as much coffee their bodies could possibly handle.
Neither of them slept the whole night, talking to each other as one wrote and the other corrected and added. Time seemingly flew past them, each absorbed in the - rather meaningless - task at hand.
Even with their bodies filled and stuffed with caffeine, they still managed to pass out in class, both being dowdily woken up by Aizawa.
“Stay after class.” He’d spoken gruffly, his voice mostly carried disappointment and exhaustion.
Both of them sighed, nodding their heads as they fixed their appearance and returned to work.
As everyone left the class, Aizawa leaned against the podium in the room, crossing his arms, “Well? Care to tell me why two of my top students fell asleep in the middle of my lecture?” His gaze hardened, causing Izuku and Katsuki to freeze up.
“W-we stayed up all night, sir. We were writing..” His words fell off during the last sentence, turning into an incoherent mumble that even Katsuki himself couldn’t make out.
“Pardon? What was that last bit?” Aizawa sat up straight, his arms still crossed.
“We were writing fan finshun…” Izuku blushed a deep red, still mumbling the last part. Aizawa looked at Katsuki, raising an eyebrow in silent question.
Katsuki sighed, “We were writing an All Might fanfiction. This nerd found some poorly written shit and wouldn’t sleep until he re-wrote the whole thing.” Katsuki clicked his tongue and looked away, but not as visibly embarrassed as Izuku, who was hiding his face in his hands.
Aizawa stared silently. The room was almost unbearable to stand in, the tension thick between the three as Izuku and Katsuki waited for a response.
“You are both on cleaning duties for the classroom for a week. We will not speak about this again.”
To emphasize his point, Aizawa activated his quirk and glared at the two, Izuku bowing as he gave a meek, “yes sensei,” before scurrying off. Katsuki muttered his own agreement before walking off, hands shoved into his pockets.
Aizawa sighed, as the door to his classroom closed. He didn’t sign up for this.