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To say Katsuki was having a fucking bad day would be an understatement.
At first, the minor blips were ignorable. He woke up at 4am for some reason and couldn't go to sleep again. No big deal, he can catch up on some homework before his morning run at 6:30 like he did sometimes. He had his protein shake and scrambled eggs when he got back to the dorms, ignoring the fact Kaminari had finished his favourite flavour of protein powder and that he got shell in the eggs (which he never does). Then he showered without flipping out too much that the only free shower was the dodgy one that no one likes using because the water is luke-warm, and put his uniform on with only a mild grimace when he realised he'd forgotten to iron any freshly washed shirts and had to pull on the same one he'd worn the week before.
Okay, this shit was getting annoying now.
Things started really going down hill after lunch, when he got an English paper back.
"Hah?! How the fuck did this get a B?" he waved the paper in the direction of his teacher who sighed drearily, seemingly prepared for his outburst.
"Language, Bakugou," Aizawa drawled, continuing to hand out papers, "If you wish to speak to me about your grade you can come see me after school."
Katsuki scowled, shoving the stupid paper in his bag and getting out his textbook, slamming it on the table dramatically.
He felt something prodding his back, swivelling to face the culprit with a murderous look.
"If it makes you feel any better, Kacchan, I got a B too," Izuku said sheepishly, gesturing to the aggressive red sprawl on his own paper.
"That doesn't make me feel better because you're ass at English, Shitty Deku," Katsuki growled, turning back to face the front and angrily jot down notes as his teacher spoke.
Katsuki had finally calmed down since discovering his grade (which was going to ruin his perfect average, might he add), and was walking with the idiots to hero training when the next disaster struck. Kaminari and Kirishima were wrestling like the meatheads they are, with Katsuki and Sero trailing after them, paying them no mind.
Almost in slow-mo, Kirishima blocked an attack from Kaminari, quick to redirect the arm coming his way backwards. Which would have been fine had the idiot not been holding an open water bottle. Everyone watched in horror as Pikachu sent a cascade of water all over Katsuki's head and the front of his uniform.
For a moment, everything was silent.
"You have exactly three fucking seconds to run," Katsuki snarled, fists clenching and unclenching as his palms ached to send an explosion right to both of their stupid faces.
Kaminari just squeaked, making a dash for it immediately. Even Sero followed, being familiar with the different forms of an 'angry Bakugou' and knowing it would be best if he got out of the danger zone. Kirishima, slightly less used to Katsuki's real threats (they were usually empty threats, he wasn't equipped for this), was still hovering.
Katsuki made to lunge at him which sent him jumping back, scrambling away just as quickly as Kaminari had. He would've chased after them if it wasn't for the fact that he couldn't afford another aggravated assault detention on his record.
Instead he just stood there, taking deep calming breaths as water dripped from the ends of his hair.
Thats what his stupid dumb therapist told him he should do when he's in situations where he feels like his anger is going to get the best of him.
"Bakugou,"
Great, just to make his day even fucking better.
"The fuck do you want, Candy Cane," Katsuki looked at him, hoping his face looked twisted enough that he'd take the hint and fuck off. Though when has Todoroki fucking Shouto ever been able to read a room?
"You're making a mess." Katsuki almost punched him in the face. "Here," he held out what looked like a handkerchief, gesturing for Katsuki to take it.
He snatched it, dragging it over his face and hair roughly as he continued to walk to the changing rooms.
"Who the fuck still carries this shit? What century are we in?" he grumbled when he was done, turning to where Todoroki was following behind and shoving the offensive item against his chest watching as he grabbed it and folded it neatly before tucking it back in his pocket.
"You're welcome," is what the suicidal bastard said in return.
This school is full of morons.
Again, Katsuki had just begun calming down. He changed out of his wet uniform, hanging it over his locker door in hope it would dry during hero training. He shot a glare in the direction of his so called 'friends' who mouthed sorry's before dressing in record time and practically running out of the changing room.
Today they'd be using the Ground Beta training grounds to do what Katsuki considered useless amateur shit, but what Aizawa calls 'skill formation building'.
Aizawa had put them in groups of four and instructed them to work on their teamwork skills as they fought against 'villains', which were really just UA Attack Robots, while also competing against other teams to see who can take down the most robots in the allocated time.
Katsuki only sighed. Of course today would be the day he has to talk to his classmates in sentences that go beyond "die" and "fuck off".
His group wasn't too bad, skill wise. He was reunited with Todoroki, because of course he was, as well as Uraraka and Tokoyami.
Ideally, this should be a breeze.
They were put up against Izuku's team which consisted of a couple of extras that Katsuki didn't care about and Sero. There's no way Katsuki wasn't winning this.
Things were going fine, so far his team was actually working quite well together. Since starting third year, Katsuki had come a long way in terms of his cooperation skills. He even let Uraraka come up with the plan, knowing she was just as good at strategising as he was and not being in the mood to start an argument.
The variation in their quirks should have been difficult to work around but Class 3A knew each other's quirks and strategies off by heart by now. This predictability was a blessing and a curse in team situations as it also meant the opposing team knew their strategy before they had even discussed it and were probably plotting how to immobilise them to get the win.
That went both ways though, so when Katsuki saw the little purple thing with grapes growing out of his head approaching behind Izuku he knew the drill. It seems members in his team weren't paying attention though.
The robots were coming at them with no mercy, and with some of the robots being almost as tall as the buildings around them there wasn't enough time to warn them.
Katsuki felt like he was in a movie. He was fending off one of the robots, watching the little idiot throw two purple sticky things exactly where he predicted Todoroki would step back from where he had just melted a robot (Aizawa's gunna be pissed about replacing that). The grape boy was right with his predictions and the dumbass stepped right into his trap, eyes widening slightly in confusion at his inability to move.
The robots showed no mercy so now he had to find a way to fight them without being able to move until he had an opening to melt the sticky things.
At the exact same time, and almost comically, Izuku shouted a frantic "Heads up!" having just used his strongest punch to take down the largest robot they were against. Katsuki half-watched between his own fight as the giant mechanism began to fall, its shadow casting almost perfectly over Todoroki who had his back to the robot and clearly hadn't heard Izuku's warning.
Katsuki didn't have time to think. He blasted the stupid thing that was attacking him away in an instant before using his explosions to dash to where the idiot was standing, still not seeing the shadow of the stupid thing about to crush his stupid skull.
It was the fastest Katsuki had ever moved in his life. As soon as he was close enough to have an effect, he sent a blast big enough to send the robot the other way.
His haste meant that he wasn't in control of how strong the blast was though and he almost went looking for a wall to bang his head into when he saw he'd obliterated the robot into pieces.
Unfortunately, he didn't have time to look for a wall. Without thinking, he tackled Todoroki, covering him as he felt the sharp sting of the remnants of the robot falling onto his back. That teaches him to never say no to any of Hatsume's suggestions again, as she'd already proposed making Katsuki a stronger armour to protect his torso which Katsuki had (dis)respectfully turned down.
He regret it now, wincing as he felt the shards embed into his back. Nothing had impaled him enough that it needed urgent medical attention but he knew Recovery Girl was going to need to get the magnet out and that was going to hurt like a bitch.
When the sky finally stopped raining shrapnel, Katsuki rolled off of Todoroki onto his side, yet again fighting the urge to murder someone. Aizawa had, finally, disabled the rest of the robots so at least they'd stopped attacking.
"That's enough for one day, Bakugou are you okay?" he heard their teachers voice come through the speakers.
"Fuckin' peachy," Katsuki yelled out, rolling his eyes at the question.
"What just happened," the stupid Candy Cane murmured, mostly to himself.
"You fucking tell me, idiot, how did you not see the dumbass stupid sticky little shits on the floor behind you?!" Katsuki hissed, the skin of his back stretching around the cuts with every movement.
Todoroki snapped his head towards him, as if only just noticing he was there.
"Oh God, Bakugou. I'm sorry," he scrambled up (which was funny, Katsuki's never seen Todoroki move frantically...maybe ever), immediately offering a hand which Katsuki reluctantly took to pull himself up.
"Shut up," he huffed, gritting his teeth as he moved towards the school. Todoroki knew better than to try to help him, though continued to hover behind him which was almost as fucking annoying.
He could hear the idiot Grape and Izuku apologising but he didn't bother turning around, and not just because it would hurt to do so.
Aizawa met them by the entrance, a look of concern etched into his features.
"Todoroki, make sure he goes to Recovery Girl," he said, not stupid enough to ask if he was okay again.
"I don't need a fuckin' babysitter, I'm obviously going to Recovery Girl,"
Katsuki may or may not have a track record of avoiding the nurse when he gets hurt in training. And no it has nothing to do with the fact that he's embarrassed that he can't even keep himself from getting hurt in fake circumstances.
Aizawa levelled him with a glare to rival his own, until Katsuki finally rolled his eyes and continued on his way, not acknowledging Todoroki but not protesting his presence anymore. He was too tired for this shit.
At least Todoroki wasn't much of a talker. He walked with him to Recovery Girl, sitting there with him as she removed each piece of metal from his skin before kissing him on the cheek to heal the injuries. Katsuki grimaced at the kiss, though released a breath of relief when the pain eased instantly. Her quirk can work very fast if none of the injuries are severe.
He stayed shirtless, realising his top had been ripped too much to re-wear (at least he could ask Hatsume for that upgrade now, even if its through gritted teeth and she looks really smug about it).
"Bakugou." Todoroki finally spoke as they approached the changing rooms to grab their things. Katsuki rolled his eyes in lieu of a response. He hated how formal the idiot was about everything, always saying his name in the same monotone way.
"I owe you for that. Thank you for making sure I didn't get hurt."
"Shut the fuck up, Candy Cane. What kind of hero would I be if I just stood there and watched the stupid thing fall on you, hah?"
He was glad to find the changing room empty, their class would be at the dorms by now for sure with how long they'd been in Recovery Girl's office.
"Seriously, Bakugou. I owe you. If you need anything let me know," he said, almost ominously, before grabbing his shit and leaving.
Katsuki scoffed.
As if he'd ever need anything from that bastard.
Katsuki thought his curse of a day was finally coming to an end. He showered, threatening Izuku with a glare until he stepped away from the best shower cubicle and towards the shitty one that Katsuki's already had to suffer through today. A plate of dinner was saved for him by Satou, which Katsuki greatly appreciated as not only did it mean he didn't have to start cooking but also he didn't have to choke down any of the food his idiot friends had attempted to conjure up. He'd also finally got round to washing and ironing his school shirts.
He was finally flopping face-down on his bed ready to turn over and pass out when his phone started buzzing from where it sat on his nightstand. Katsuki huffed, reaching a hand out to grab around until he finally reached his phone, not even looking to see who it was as he answered.
"The fuck do you want?"
"That's no way to greet your mother you little shit," a familiar voice came through the speaker.
"I'm hanging up,"
"Oi!" His mom practically bellowed, and Katsuki knew better than to actually hang up.
"You called me yesterday, Hag," he deadpans, rolling over so he's facing his ceiling.
"I got a call from your teacher telling me you're causing trouble again," Katsuki heard her kiss her teeth. Since the drama that was their entire first year, Katsuki knows his parents worry about him. Hell, if he was a parent he'd probably have a meltdown the second he saw the teacher's name pop up on his phone.
"It was a minor thing, I'm fine Mom," as fucking annoying as she was, Katsuki knew his mom just wanted to know if he was okay. So he decided to be nice and give her the reassurance she called to ask for.
"Good, so I can come and sort you out myself you little brat, near on gave me a heart attack when I got Aizawa's call,"
"If that's all then I'm really hanging up now-"
"Wait," and her authoritative tone did make Katsuki wait expectantly.
"Hana-san called earlier,"
Katsuki groaned audibly, immediately regretting being such a lovely son, "Not this shit again-"
"Just listen, her son is a very lovely boy and Hana said he'd love to meet you-"
"You're not setting me up, Mom how many times do I have to fucking say it,"
"Kats you're eighteen and your love life is non-existent. When I was your age-"
"Yeah, yeah, Halmoni set you up with Dad and you lived happily ever after whoopty-fucking-do. I don't care."
"Watch your manners, brat. I've already told you about Camie's wedding, it would be nice if you had someone to bring with us and Hana suggested you take Daichi."
Katsuki almost cried on the spot. He'd completely forgotten about his mom's best friend's daughter's wedding. It's not that Katsuki had an issue with Camie, having grown up with her playing shitty superhero games in his backyard. She was a few years older but she always treated Katsuki like an equal, so he respected her.
He just couldn't be bothered to go to Jeju island with his parents for a week during his precious summer break to watch her marry some extra.
"I thought that was an optional trip," it was worth a try.
"You know damn well it isn't. Anyway, I'm going to arrange for you to meet up with him this weekend, as the wedding's in a few weeks,"
"Mom-"
"Kats-"
"Like hell-"
"He's coming over for some tea, this is not up for discussion."
"No fucking way!"
"Katsuki Bakugou!" and Katsuki wasn't suicidal. He knew his mom meant business if she was using full government names.
"I have a boyfriend!" he blurted, unthinking.
Shit.
His mom went silent on the other end.
"Are you lying to me, son?" her tone was cutting, almost daring Katsuki to admit he was chatting out of his ass.
"I'm serious Mom, I have a boyfriend," Katsuki face-palmed because why the fuck was he still talking?!
"What's his name then?"
Katsuki is sure all of the colour drained out of his face.
Of course his mom would want a name, idiot idiot idiot.
He considered his options. Izuku was his closest friend but he couldn't use him, no his mom would go running to Midoriya-san immediately and she'd know he was lying because the Shitty Nerd tells his mom fucking everything. Kirishima, although Katsuki is 99% sure would be willing to help, is far too straight to be convincing. His parents would see through it immediately. He'd rather stick rusty forks in his eyes than ask Kaminari.
Oh God.
Katsuki could only think of one person who he was friends with (though he would never ever admit that out loud, not even under the threat of death) who might be able to help. Someone who so happens to owe him a favour at least.
Shit, he's been quiet for too long.
"Kat-"
"Todoroki Shouto."
The silence returned. He could hear the gears turning in his mom's head.
"Todoroki? As in the son of the number one hero? You've got to be shitting me."
Fuck, Katsuki should've known better. His mom would never fall for that-
"How the fuck did you manage to score him?"
A breath he didn't realise he was holding released in a rush. He was relieved before he realised he should be offended.
"Oi, Hag! I'm hot shit, you should be asking how he scored a perfect guy like me!"
His mom snorted, which turned into a full on laugh almost instantly. Katsuki sat there waiting for her to share the joke with a flat face.
"Whew," she finally wheezed, collecting herself. Katsuki could imagine her using the sleeve of one of her ugly cardigans to wipe away the tears of laughter.
"I want to meet him. Formally, I mean, instead of in a hospital waiting room while you're dying next door. He'll come for tea this weekend instead."
"Mom it's still early, he might freak out if I tell him my parents want him to come round," this lie rolled off the tongue much easier. His mom may be pushy and invasive most of the time but even she knew when to leave something alone.
Or maybe not.
"I'll see you both on the weekend. If he's not with you when I open the front door you best believe I'm shutting it in your face and you can go stay with Izuku for the night." And with that, she hung up.
So much for never needing anything from the bastard.
Fuck Katsuki's whole fucking life.