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Midoriya was angry. Not normal angry, Midoriya Izuku is not known for his temper. Now Midoriya Izuku was angry at the world for cursing him.
Angry at Katsuki for leaving him. For becoming a hero without him, They were supposed to be the wonder duo for god's sake! And now Katsuki is a top ten hero living some cushy life somewhere.
And Izukus here, head pounding in some shithole party. He’s surely living the life, drinking at every waking moment and not able to hold a solid job. All he remembers from those jobs is the constant stares and mutters of his quirklessness. He never understood how being able to change the color of your goddamn fingernails was somehow more useful and he never would.
All those jobs just ended in Midoriya blasted out of his mind at whichever party he could sneak into. And that brings us back to where we were, with Izuku chugging cups of mixed drinks like water. The alcohol brought a buzz that drowned out his horrid thoughts. More often than not he could be seen drunk on some backstreet in the shittiest parts of Musutafu.
All Izuku could remember from the night before is getting fired and drinking a ton, so you can imagine his surprise to find himself on the couch of his prohero crush/childhood friend.
He nearly tumbled off the couch with the force he sat up with, and unluckily for him his phone met that very fate. The following clatter alerted the pro of the guest’s state.
“Are you finally up? God damn nerd, how hard is it to not be a public disturbance?” Katsuki’s voice travels through the apartment. And god did this man mellow out with age.Izuku expected yelling, explosions, and beatings when they met up again, not some light teasing in the hero's expensive flat.
The greenette was obviously quiet for too long and only realized when the blonde came into the room with a concerned look on his face. The shorter oh so badly wanted to wipe that look off his face but instead he sat there staring like an idiot.
“You look like you saw a damn ghost.” Kacchan says to him, no, Katsuki says to him. And the best the quirkless man could reply with was a simple “Feels like it”. The explosive blonde surprises him with a loud laugh, and this only unsettles Izuku more.
“So. Why am I on your couch?” Izuku asks after another five minutes of silence. Kacchan gives him a deadpan stare. “I knew you were drunk but I didn’t know you were that out of it…” He starts. “Well someone complained about how some green hair guy with some red shoes had barged into their party and drank a ton of their booze. And with that description I couldn't just let some cop arrest you.” Bakugo says. Izuku dumbly nodded along to the story. “Sorry for that Bakugo, but really you didn’t need to do that, they always just toss me from the car when I say i’m quirkless.”
And all of a sudden Izuku is being stared at like he has three heads. Like he forgot how bad it was for him growing up, like he hadn't scarred him for trying to pursue a job in heroics.
And he nearly laughed, because how could one of his main tormentors act like this. Act like what he went through was nothing. And he doesn’t even know the least of it. He doesn’t know that he can’t get a good job cuz of an extra fucking joint.
He doesn’t know any of it. The bullying, the abuse that built him tossed to the side. The stuff that created the husk of a person he is today. But no, he can’t laugh, else he fears it won’t just end in a small burn mark today.
So he starts off the conversation as he would any other with a strong quirk user, a laugh and an air of nervousness. Because if he wants to make him comfortable he has to know that Izuku is less than him.
“Sorry for that, forget what I said.” and he wants Katsuki to leave it at that, but he is just as stubborn as he remembers. “What do you mean? Why on earth would they do that? Do they even know how to do their jobs?!” and though Izuku agrees he can’t say he does to anyone. He has to know his place. So he does what he does best, defend those unworthy of his defense.
“No no, they do their jobs! I’m not worth their time Kacchan its fine!” Slip of the tongue was a famous way Izuku has always fucked up, and he can only hope the taller didn’t notice. “And who told you that you aren’t worth their time? Hm deku?” Katsuki says, seemingly fuming.
The nickname rolled off his tongue like venom, though the toxicity wasn’t aimed at Izuku. Strangely it seemed to be aimed at the cops in question, or maybe whoever gave him the idea that he wasn’t worth people's time.
“The whole world kacchan!” He said far too loudly, “Who on this damned earth wouldn’t?” The greenette says quieter. “And for what goddamned reason would you have wanted to save me so bad you would pick up some drunk quirkless freak huh? Did it make you feel good about yourself?” He was getting defensive now, heaving, he knew he needed a drink.
“Sorry for that, I need a drink.” And this time Katsuki shakes his head. “Of course I wanted to help you! We were childhood friends!” “Friends?!” Izuku nearly shrieks. “If that was what you thought, you are sorely mistaken Bakugo.” And Izuku stands up so quickly he nearly doubles over. Shoving past his friend turned bully turned pro hero, all he can do is mutter how things could never change.
He walks out and doesn’t look back at the shout of Deku. Damn He really needed a drink. Finding his way out of the large complex was a struggle on its own. The place was built like a damn maze.