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Izuku was fuming. He was furious. He was going to kill a man (or woman or person) or two or more depending. He was still undecided at the present time. But first he required research and planning.
And more importantly, taking care of his anxiety ridden boyfriend.
***
It all started at the UA sports festival. Izuku was so excited to be able to go and watch it in person. Kacchan had given him and his own parents the family tickets every student got which meant that for once, Izuku got to see it live. Tickets were almost impossible to get otherwise. It was going to be so fun to see all of Kacchan’s classmates that he has only heard about, and best of all, he could see Kacchan, himself, in action using some of the ideas Izuku had told him.
Family seating seemed to be across the stadium from where the students sat, so Izuku couldn’t just crash their booth without missing the activities. He seemed to vibrate in his seat during the first two tasks. Watching Bakugou fly and fight and win was truly amazing. Whenever someone else caught his attention with their quirk, he would whip out his notebook and write without even looking. Somehow his writing never strayed from the lines on the page. He filled almost a whole notebook during it all!
When it came to the individual fights, Izuku knew that he had to go say something to Kacchan. He had to wish him luck in person, even if Kacchan would just scoff at the thought. So, letting out a sigh at what he knew he would miss, he sprinted to the lower floor, on the opposite side of the stadium. (Only after watching the first match with the brainwashing quirk, Izuku was just too interested.)
Due to getting to explore the stadium early with Nezu during one of their special classes, Izuku knew of the hidden tunnels and shortcuts. A few people might have seen his mad dash, but he was too focused to pay much attention to his surroundings.
Eventually he made it to the waiting rooms, and burst through the door.
“Kacchan!” He screamed which caused the boy in question to jump in surprise.
“Deku!? What are you doing here?” He asked roughly, trying to cover up his jump.
“I wanted to wish you luck!”
“Tch,” He scoffed. “I don’t need luck, you idiot.” (Just as Izuku suspected). “I’ll beat all those fucking extras and be the indisputable number one.”
Izuku just rolled his eyes at his boyfriend. “Of course you are, but I am still allowed to wish you luck.”
Bakugou just grumbled under his breath, but let Izuku pull him into a hug and press a quick kiss to his cheek. They stood like that for a bit. Just relaxing with one another.
Overhead they could hear the crowd cheer as Present Mic announced the winner of the last fight.
Izuku pulled back and gave Bakugou a smirk that sent shivers down his spine. “Knock ‘em dead.”
Bakugou smirked back, “Is that ever in question?”
They walked out together for a bit, but when they split ways, Izuku left in a sprint to find the nearest exit into the stands. He would not miss Kacchan’s fight no matter what. He found an exit pretty fast and stumbled out into an area for other audience members and held his breath as he watched it play out. It was intense seeing Kacchan up against the anti-gravity girl. Both their strategies made sense, and Izuku watched with a keen eye at everything that was happening.
When the stadium, even pro heroes, started complaining about Kacchan, Izuku saw red. Are they all blind? Are they all idiots? They call themselves pros?
Kacchan literally cannot let gravity girl get near him because that would allow her to touch him, and she has been fighting this whole time and building up projectiles. They are all literally sitting eye level with the ruins, how are they all so ignorant?
Eraserhead’s voice echoed out over the stadium cutting off the protests from the crowd. When he heard the hero speaking out for Kacchan, a little of his fury was taken away. Someone was on his boyfriend’s side, at least. Izuku couldn’t help the smirk that overtook his face when Kacchan let out a blast bigger than all the others before and shocked the crowd. One could hear a pin drop in the resulting silence. Knowing the outcome, Izuku turned around and started his trek back to his seat with the Bakugous. When he arrived, they were furious themselves and spent the time before the next fight, and even during, furiously complaining about the other spectators. Well, mainly Mitsuki and Izuku, Masaru spent the time trying to talk them down from murdering the others. It was quite the sight for those around them.
After calming down a little, Izuku was able to go back to watching the other fights. They were interesting to watch, none of them as good as Kacchan’s (no Izuku was not biased). Izuku was able to continue to take notes as each fight showed off more nuances of the quirks.
The red and white haired kid bothered Izuku, though. Kacchan mentioned him having two quirks, but he ever really saw him use one. Izuku saw that same thing throughout each of his fights. After one match where he froze his competitor in a glacier, Izuku watched as he defrosted the other boy, probably using his second quirk. The boy looked so sad from where Izuku sat, which contrasted his win.
Then it all came down to the fight between that boy and Kacchan. Izuku watched in anticipation. Maybe this would bring out the second quirk. The fight kept him on the edge of his seat the whole time, and Izuku could feel the frustration welling up in him alongside Kacchan as the boy never used both quirks. Why was he not giving it his all when everyone else was putting their blood, sweat, and tears into this competition? Izuku remembered that Kacchan briefly mentioned the boy not using his quirk because of his dad at one point, but that was nothing. If one wanted to be a hero, then they should use everything they have at their disposal.
When the fight ended with a bang (quite literally), Izuku could see the frustration on Kacchan’s face from where he sat in the stands. He couldn’t help but agree with him.
Then his frustration grew a bit at seeing the hero Midnight use her quirk on him. That wasn’t needed.
It was going to take a while before the ceremony, so Izuku decided to get up and walk around for a bit. Maybe he could relieve his frustration and figure out why the fight went the way it did.
As he was walking and stewing, he accidentally ran full on into someone else. The impact made him bounce off the other and fall flat on his butt.
“Oof,” he breathed out.
“Sorry,” a monotone voice said above him. Izuku quickly looked up to apologize as well, but he stopped when he saw who it was. The dual haired boy looked at him and then turned to continue along his way.
Izuku was not going to let this opportunity go. He stood up quickly and reached out to grab the sleeve of the boy.
“Wait!” he exclaimed. “You are the boy who just fought in the last fight, right?” Izuku asked even though he knew the answer.
The boy turned back to him. “Yes, that was me.” he responded evenly.
Izuku nodded resolutely and stood firm in front of the boy that towered over him, his eyes sitting about level with the other’s collarbones. Izuku wasn’t one to be intimidated (he was dating Kacchan after all).
“Why didn’t you use both of your quirks in that fight?”
The boy’s face darkened and anger seemed to creep into his eyes. “That is none of your concern.”
“It is, though,” Izuku said firmly. “People are giving their all in this competition. Kacchan gave his all and you didn’t even try. Do you think that you can win with only half of your power?”
“I will never use his quirk,” the boy growled out.
“ His quirk? It’s your quirk. Genetics doesn’t matter, all that matters is what you use it for. Are you saying that you are willing to let people get hurt or to lose everything to avoid using what is rightfully yours?” Izuku ground out, voice rising. “It’s your power, so use it to help others and stop being selfish.”
The boy looked shocked for a moment.
“Mine?” he whispered.
“Yes,” Izuku affirmed. “It is yours and yours alone. So use it, train it to help others and stop looking down on those who are giving it their all like the boy you just fought.”
The dual haired boy just stood there stunned, like he didn’t know what to say. Izuku stood there breathing heavily after the rant he went on. After a minute, he turned around to go.
“Todoroki Shouto,” said the boy.
Izuku turned around with confusion written on his face.
“My name. It’s Todoroki Shouto.”
Izuku turned around fully to look Todoroki in the eye.
“Midoriya Izuku,” he said, inclining his head slightly. “Next time I see you, you better have started to train your fire.”
Todoroki nodded hesitantly.
Izuku started to walk away, but then once again turned back quickly when an idea popped in his head.
“Also if you have any questions about how to train your quirks or what you can do better, feel free to reach out to me!”
“What?”
“I’m a quirk analyst and work to help people make better use of their quirks. I made a few notes that you could use during the fights.”
“How do I get in contact with you?” He asked hesitantly.
“Just ask Kacchan for my number, I don’t have anything to write it down on now.”
“Kacchan?”
“Oh!” Izuku exclaimed. “Bakugou Katsuki. He’s my boyfriend.” Izuku beamed as he started to run off.
Behind him, he left an utterly confused Todoroki staring after his back. “Kacchan…”
Izuku made it back to the stadium seats just before they started the award ceremony. Izuku wanted to find Kacchan, but he was unsure where he would be and he was not answering his phone. He knew that Kacchan was ticked at how the fight ended and wanted to talk to him about it, but it looks like it will have to wait.
Just then Present Mic started to announce it all, but as the words filled the stadium Izuku’s eyes narrowed in on a sight that made his blood boil. From the ground, the three champions’ podiums were raised. On the podiums, the students were already standing. Or standing for the case of two of them. On the center podium was his boyfriend. Strapped to a pillar. Tied up. Muzzled.
Izuku thought he knew fury earlier, but this easily took the cake. Izuku could only watch in horror as his boyfriend, who was attacked and restrained by a villain a year earlier, who still had nightmares about it, struggled against the bindings. Izuku could see the absolute terror coursing through Kacchan’s face and actions.
Who. The. Fuck. Thought that this would be okay? On national television no less.
The noises of the stadium were drowned out. All Izuku could hear was the roaring of blood in his ears. This was not okay. A sound broke through the haze. The sound? Mitsuki and Masaru yelling at the pro-heroes of UA even if they could not be heard.
Izuku got up and turned out of the booth without a word. Only one thought was going through his head at the moment, and that was to help Kacchan, and Izuku did not care who got in his way at the moment. Without really thinking about it, Izuku drew up the hood of the jacket he was wearing. He could hear when All Might came into the stadium as the roar of the crowd made it through his rage. By the time Izuku made it to where the tunnels let out onto the field, he could see that the first two medals had been awarded, and All Might was talking to Kacchan. He took the muzzle off, but that wasn’t enough for him. Not caring about a scene, he stormed onto the field. No one noticed him at first. It wasn’t until he was a few feet from the podium that the first people noticed. Murmurs started to swirl through the stands, and a few of the pros started to get up from their seats. All Might, sensing what was happening, turned around and made eye contact with Izuku. He looked shocked and did not say anything.
Izuku with a glare that would normally send people running, growled out at All Might.
“Let him go. You may be my favorite hero, but right now you are on fucking thin ice.” He was far enough from the hero that his voice was not picked up on the microphone, but those present could tell that they knew each other.
“I’m sorry, my boy,” All Might boomed out. He seemed a little shaken but okay. People relaxed back into their seats when All Might did not attack or act tense. Instead they all watched as he reached over to Bakugou and broke the chains. Bakugou stumbled forward when they were no longer holding him up, breathing heavily. Izuku had gotten close enough at that point that he was able to reach up and grab Kacchan’s hand while still staring down All Might.
“Deku?” Kacchan’s small voice eeked out when he realized what had happened.
“We’re leaving,” he said softly to Bakugou before turning back to All Might with his glare back in place. “And you. Gather all the heroes here in the meeting room after this, All Might. I have something to say to all of you.”
Izuku pulled Bakugou off the podium and out of the stadium as everyone looked on. Everyone just watched as Bakugou was willingly allowing himself to be pulled along. Class A were talking among themselves about what just happened. They were never able to ask Bakugou, himself, as no one saw him until class on Monday, and something happened that day that floored all of them so much that they all forgot to ask.
***
After Izuku left the stadium with Kacchan, he met up with the Bakugous. They all helped him calm down as he was still having a panic attack from being restrained. They found a secluded corner that allowed them that privacy. Izuku stayed with them until Kacchan was doing better walking him through breathing exercises and grounding methods. Then he kissed him on the cheek and said loud enough for his parents to hear as well, “I have something I have to do, but I will meet you back at your house in a few hours, okay?”
Kacchan hugged him tighter for a second and then nodded as he let go.
“See you soon,” he whispered, voice cracking.
After seeing them off, Izuku whipped around and stormed back to the meeting room where they should all be.
He threw open the door and saw a few of the pros sitting there jump a bit. He could tell that they were all confused why a kid was coming in. A few started to open their mouths, but Izuku was not going to let them talk first. No sir, he was going to be in charge here.
“Why the fuck did you all think it was okay to restrain a kid on national television?!” He bellowed out.
If the heroes looked shocked before, they looked floored now.
“Now Midoriya, my boy,” All Might started.
“No All Might,” Izuku interrupted. He stared down each hero in turn, only not looking long at Aizawa and Hizashi. “I want to know who decided that that was okay.”
“He was out of control!”
“Who even are you?”
Midnight and Aizawa spoke at the same time. At Midnight’s words, Izuku growled.
“I am Midoriya Izuku,” he ground out lowly answering Aizawa’s question first. “I am that ‘out of control’ boy’s boyfriend. Did you know that he was attacked by a villain that restrained him a year ago? It’s in his file.”
Izuku could feel his rage building as he talked. The pros looked sheepish at his statement.
“Did you know that he still has nightmares from that encounter?”
At this most started to look worried or guilty.
“Did you know that he still has to go to therapy for that? He still cannot wear anything that is tight on his neck or wrists without having a panic attack!” Izuku’s voice steadily grew louder and louder with his words.
He saw a few of the teachers open their mouths to talk, but Izuku was not having it.
“So I ask,” he yelled over them. “Who the HELL do you think you are? You are supposed to be heroes who have training in dealing with trauma victims and civilians, and you all thought it was okay to chain up a teenager with PTSD ?”
Izuku saw many emotions flash over a few of the heroes' faces before it seemed like they all decided on shame. All closed their mouths at his words. Many also started to look away and avoid eye contact with him.
“Now, some of you were not participants. Aizawa and Yamada, I know both of you were in the announcers box and thus were not a part of the decisions. Granted, Yamada,” he said, looking the hero in his eyes. “You are on thin ice due to your biased and uninformed ‘announcing’ during his fight against Uraraka.” Izuku watched as Yamada gulped in fear before nodding quickly.
“The rest of you,” his eyes snapped back to All Might, Midnight, and Cementoss. “You all are going to give an official apology during a press conference first thing tomorrow and then in class on Monday, you will all give a personal apology to Kacchan first thing in the morning.”
“What do you mean a press conference?” Midnight exclaimed looking a little incredulous.
“I’ve already organized a press conference for all of you to participate in tomorrow morning at 7. Did you even think of what you are saying about UA to the world when you chain up one of your students. I’m doing this institution a favor with this,” Izuku spit out with venom. “You will all be there or I will personally talk to the Hero Commission to have your license suspended because if this is how you treat victims, you do not deserve it. Then you will give the apology to Kacchan in front of his class. Once again, I am doing you a favor in helping students to gain their respect back for you. If you don't, Nezu will let me know.”
At the mention of the animal principle of UA, many of the heroes shivered.
“Nezu?” Cementoss whispered to himself.
“He and I have classes every afternoon, so yes, Nezu will let me know whether or not you comply.”
Izuku turned to Aizawa before leaving, he bowed in respect before the man and said, “I want to thank you for sticking up for Kacchan in his fight and also for all you did at USJ, I was unable to thank you earlier, but I couldn’t leave before telling you. Thank you!” With that Izuku turned around and marched out the door leaving the heroes in silence.
After a few minutes Hizashi turned to All Might and quietly asked, “Who was that kid?”
All Might gulped. “He is Young Midoriya. Nezu’s personal student and already one of the leading quirk analysts in the Nation.”
“WHAT?!” Many of them exclaimed.
“So I would follow through with what he says because I don’t think he was joking about a single part of it.” Aizawa muttered out as he stood up to leave. Interesting he thought to himself.
***
After the meeting he called his mother to let her know where he was off to, and headed straight to the Bakugou’s. His mom had watched it all and had no problem letting him stay with Kacchan that night after what she had seen. (She is one of the people who best knows how to help Kacchan with a panic attack, afterall. She taught Izuku what to do.)
Izuku made it to their house in record time, and entered without bothering to knock. He saw Mitsuki in the kitchen and instantly went over to talk with her and update her.
“Hey, Auntie,” he started.
Mitsuki looked up at him without being startled.
“Hey Green Bean,” she responded. “What’s the update?”
“Public apology will be given in a press conference tomorrow morning at 7, so I’ll make sure to keep him busy while you both watch it. Then in class on Monday, the teachers will come to class to give a private apology. If they don’t, their licenses will be suspended.”
Mitsuki looked a little emotional as she shoved her hand in his hair and ruffled it. “Thank you Izuku.”
“It’s no problem at all,” he responded. “None of them knew about his attack, though?” Izuku suddenly yelled. “It is written in his file that all teachers are supposed to know! I’m going to talk to Nezu personally about that on Monday as well.”
Mitsuki just nodded along. “Before you get too worked up, head on up to his room. You can switch out Masaru, and I’ll let him know.”
“Thanks, Auntie.” Izuku gave her a quick hug and took a deep breath before heading upstairs. Slowly he cracked open the door to Kacchan’s room and looked inside. His heart broke at what he saw. On the bed, Kacchan was curled into a ball, as small as he could be, with his head buried in Masaru’s lap, and his dad ran his fingers through his hair.
“Hey,” Izuku whispered, causing Masaru to look up at him. “Auntie will update you, so I’ll take over here.”
Masaru quietly extracted himself from under his son and switched out with Izuku.
“Thank you, Izuku,” he whispered back. “I’ll bring up dinner when it is ready, so don’t worry about anything for the rest of the night.”
“Thanks Uncle.”
Izuku got comfortable and resumed petting through Kacchan’s hair as he watched Masaru leave the room. Occasionally Izuku could feel a shudder ripple through Kacchan’s body. Each time he had to hold back his own tears. Kacchan was the strongest person he knew, and to see him like this hurt Izuku more than a broken bone could ever hurt him. They stayed in that position for a long time just sitting in silence. Between them, words were unnecessary. Actions always meant more, so Izuku stayed by his side acting as his anchor.
Slowly Izuku could feel Kacchan start to relax as he fell asleep in his lap. He bent down to kiss his boyfriend’s forehead before rearranging them carefully to lay down as well.
It had been a long day. Tomorrow they can talk about what happened, but tonight, Izuku was going to cuddle with his boyfriend and comfort him when the nightmares come.
***
Katsuki was exhausted come Monday morning. He was not ready to face the masses at school. The whole idea sounded fucking awful, but Katsuki was never one to skip, and he would not start today.
He was feeling relatively okay on the walk to the school considering Izuku had classes with Nezu on Monday mornings. This meant that he got to walk to school with his boyfriend which distracted him from what he was going to face.
Once they split ways, Katsuki ambled around, delaying his entry into the classroom. He wanted to avoid talking as much as possible with the extras in his class. When there was only a few minutes left until the start of class, he switched to hovering outside the classroom door. There he waited until he saw Aizawa-sensei turn the corner to head to his class.
The second Katsuki walked in the door, there were people yelling at him left and right.
“BAKUBRO!”
“We weren’t sure if you were coming!”
“What happened?”
“Who was the person who came down?”
“What did he do?”
Katsuki couldn’t distinguish the voices that were all around. He felt his already short amount of patience become extinct.
“SHUT THE HELL UP!” He yelled, letting off a few explosions in the process to try to stop them from prying. He did not want to answer any questions today. He stomped his way into the seat as they were all still fluttering around him trying to ask him questions. Right when he flopped down into his seat, Aizawa-sensei walked in.
“Quiet!” Aizawa said as he activated his quirk. The other students all ran for the desks and shut up instantly.
“First, you will not ask Bakugou questions if he does not want to answer. Respect boundaries and privacy.” Aizawa ground out while glaring at them all.
“Next, a few teachers have something they want to tell you all.”
Katsuki tensed up instantly when he saw the teachers who chained him up walk in. While he loved All-Might, he couldn’t help but despise him at the moment. Did they really all see him as deranged and dangerous?
Katsuki saw Aizawa look over at him, and if he didn’t know better, he would say there was concern on his face.
Suddenly, the three teachers, Midnight, Cementoss, and All-Might bowed at their waists to 90 degrees.
“We are so sorry for what we did at the sports festival.” Midnight started.
“What we did is not worthy of pro heroes and is uncalled for in any situation,” Cementoss added.
“I am sorry to have failed you all as a hero and a teacher, especially young Bakugou,” All-Might continued.
“Nothing excuses our behavior, but from now on we will try to do better for you all.”
“We are very sorry, Bakugou,” Midnight finished.
Katsuki just sat in shock for a minute as did the rest of the class. Silence rang in the room. This was the last thing he expected when he came to school today. Pro-heroes swallowing their pride to apologize to a student.
Something occurred to him then. Even though he was largely out of it after the festival, Katsuki could remember a period of time when Deku was not there. He narrowed his eyes at the teachers, and they seemed to be very uncomfortable, shifting a bit awkwardly on their feet.
“Did Deku put you up to this?”
“Deku?!”
Various voices rang out from teachers and students alike. Midnight and Cementoss looked confused, but All-Might looked sheepish.
“Yes, he did young Bakugou, but we also wanted to do this. We recognize that what we did was very wrong.”
Katsuki squinted harder and watched as the number one hero squirmed. He could practically see the sweat building on his forehead. What power! Then he turned to Aizawa.
“He threatened them didn’t he?” He asked his teacher.
“WHAT?!” All the other students exclaimed.
“If that was Deku, then yes he did,” Aizawa smirked (he had finally learned class 1-a’s mystery.)
“Hmp,” Katsuki grunted as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. The teachers all looked really uncomfortable as they stood under his gaze. Now each had sweat almost dripping from their foreheads. After a minute, Katsuki figured that was enough for now.
“I’ll take the apology for now, but you need to prove that you realized that chaining up a fucking student on national television was wrong and disgusting.”
They all nodded furiously, sweat dropped down their foreheads in relief. That Deku kid was terrifying.
“Of course, young Bakugou,” All-Might replied. “We will do better in the future.”
“Whatever old man,” Katsuki said as he turned back to his desk. He could feel the confusion emanating from all the other students, but Katsuki wasn’t going to be the one to explain. He figured it wasn’t their business.
As the room buzzed with whispers and the other teachers left. Katsuki sat in his seat and grinned.
It seems like he owes Deku for all of this. Maybe he would make him Katsudon as a reward.
Up in Nezu’s office, Izuku chuckled along with the crazy rat.
“Looks like they get to keep their licenses a little longer,” Nezu said to Izuku.
He nodded along, “They are safe for a little longer, but figures that Kacchan would know I was behind it.”