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Bakugo Katsuki was frankly done.
He’d been done with this shit weeks ago, when the wimp ass idiot with wings had run to him where he’d been finishing with his chores to tell him that the Storm King had come to the village and had taken Deku in his cloud cart pulled by white tigers.
He was still somewhat livid about the dumbass thinking Katsuki would have been thrilled to hear the news about the nerd abduction. Sure, in the past years he and Deku hadn’t been as close friends as when they had been kids, but he was working on shit to fix it all. Fuck, okay, so Katsuki had been trying to come up with an idea how to apologize and atone for being a shithead in his early teens and pushing away his best friend who in the meantime had gotten himself into alchemy or other smart stupidity of an occupation. Katsuki had no idea how Deku could handle studying under the hobo alchemist that lived in their village.
Anyway, he was getting sidetracked, as always when freckles were implied or stupid starry eyes mentioned.
Bakugo Katsuki was done, as was already established. He was done for a pretty long while.
He had been done when he’d gone to Deku’s mentor to get pointed in the direction the Storm King’s castle was rumored to be and handed a bag of provisions with a stern glare of eyes with bags that belonged in a grain store not on a face and a command to ‘fetch my student, will you, problem kid?’
And the fucking narcoleptic fuck had have the gall to fall asleep right there in the middle of the goddam garden. Katsuki had dragged him - uncaringly, mind you - into the shade of the house before embarking on his great adventure to save the dumbass.
Bakugo had been done when he had stumbled over a stupid dragon shifter fixing an obnoxious hair dye to do touch ups on his shitty hair which had outrageous dark roots and vibrant red spikes.
Gods wept when Kirishima had come up with the idea that dying his black hair red would increase his chances on the matrimonial market.
Gods fucking laughed when not a week later a honest to Sun pinkdragon drooled acid over the obnoxious hair all over Bakugo’s red cloak, ruining it and almost giving poor Bakugo acid burns on his shoulder. And she’d stick to him afterwards, which meant she’d stuck to Bakugo, because apparently travelling with someone who demands you to “go to underworld” translated in stupid as “I want a happy company of mary idiots to stumble across the land with me on my already stressful quest” So, he got stuck wiith two dragons making googly eyes at each other.
The things Bakugo did for freckles and starry eyes, I’m telling you.
The next thing that unfortunately had stuck itself to the sole of his boot had been Denki Kaminari, a wanna be mage, who at least had some solid info on StormKing. Apparently, according to “I‘m a reliable source” chucklefuck, the Storm King had been plaguing the land looking for a pure soul to snag and drag to his castle because there was something only a pure soul could do. Of fucking course Deku was the purest soul around, so the literal force of nature had to grab Bakugo’s life partner prospect - hey, he knew it was a dream, especially at that point in time, but Bakugo never dreamt small, okay? - and skidadle to his fortress of lightning and stone to force or coerce the clueless freckled fuck to help him in whatever twisted shit he wanted to accomplish.
Hence, Bakugo had graciously not throttled his companions, opting instead to use their help in getting his ass to the destination fast. Gods only knew Deku needed to be rescued as soon as possible because knowing him he would be delighted to help once asked to do it.
The literal fate of the continent hinged on Bakugou getting his man back. And to think that prior to this shitfest Katsuki’s worst roadblock to marital bliss had been his inability to spell “I’m sorry for being an asshole to you’ properly. Damn, life had been so pleasant back when he’d not been subjected to Dumb Hair, Dumb Color and Dumb Dumb.
At least on Kirishima’s back it had been pretty easy to bypass trolls and rivers of lava, and other shitty hero molding obstacles. Bakugo didn’t need to go through all that, he was already fucking awesome. If you don’t believe me, ask Deku, just let Bakugo save him real quick from the giant stone castle he stood before, waiting on Ashido to chew through the crate covering the gate. Her acid saliva was no joke.
Denki and Kiri stood a respectable distance back, both pretending to be on lookout for the Storm King, who was not home at the time, which Dennki knew because of his apparent lightning ability gave him a sense for if the entity was nearby. Bakugo thought it was a load of horseshitit, but it didn’t really matter. If the Storm King was inside Bakugou would fight him, if not, he would focus on grabbing his freckles and going back home.
With all the annoying adventuring he supposed he’d manned up enough to actually talk about feelings with the nerd. With some luck from the five goddesses of fortune he could arrive back home as an engaged man.
He glared at Mina, who was making nice progress on the iron bars. She was gnawing at them like an overgrown painfully pink dog on a bone. Dollops of saliva and bits of partially dissolved metal fell all around her head sizzling and charring the ground. The castle didn’t look like those wussy art pieces of palaces nobles fancied in the last decades. No thin ornamental towers reaching for the sky, no jewels adorning the stone walls. No, the castle looked sturdy and sort of squat, with rooftops of the corner towers charred probably from being hit by lightning. The wall encircling the keep was thick and had no other entry way than the main gate Mina was ruining with her teeth.The surrounding area was as bleak as the stone paved courtyard, the hill on top which the castle stood had a few trees and bushes, but otherwise was nothing special. The landscape looked dreary under the overcast sky and the wind was picking up. In short, this wasn’t a place where Deku would feel happy, the nerd loved lush meadows and picturesque riverbanks.
At last the pink dragoness managed to dislodge enough of the bars to allow entrance for a person and Katsuki shooed her away with an impatient grunt.
“Just don’t touch the edges of the iron,” she cautioned as she danced away from in front of the gate and he stepped forward, glancing briefly at where her acid spit was still dissolving bits of the obstacle. He pointed a finger at the two males behind.
“Go join the idiots and stay away from trouble. I won’t take long,” he ordered and stepped into the courtyard before Kirishima could offer to accompany him./ Like shit was he allowing any of the morons to steal his thunder in restealing his love interest.
When those green eyes looked in gratitude Katsuki wanted to be the sole object of their focus, okay?
With a scoff he stalked across the smooth stones towards the double doors leading into the keep, where he expected to find his Deku.
.
Deku was there.
He sat cross-legged in front of a mirror that spanned almost an entire wall of the vast throne room. The chamber looked more like a cave, with high ceiling and stone columns holding up cobweb covered arches. Tapestries hidden in shadow covered the rest of the walls, but Bakugo paid them little attention. He barely looked to where a throne stood on a raised part of the floor under the wall opposite the doorway. No, his whole attention zeroed in on the green haired nerd who didn’t even flinch when Bakugo stepped inside the room.
He wore a shirt and pants so dark green that in the dim light it looked black, a red leather belt wrapped around his waist and a yellow cape flowing down his rigid back. Sweaty curls were pushed off of his stupid freckled face with a haphazardly put hair band, revealing his eyes. Katsuki’s voice got stuck in his throat before he could call out to the idiot when he saw the reflection of those eyes in the mirror.
Vivid veridian was dull and underlined with bruises of exhaustion, his freckles a stark contrast to pale skin. His pupils were blown and barely moving, as if focused on something Katsuki couldn’t see. All he got was the image of his childhood friend sitting in an empty room and staring at his reflection.
“Oi, nerd,” he called out as he approached, his reflection stalking forward proudly, red cape billowing as he went. “The hero has come to drag your ass home.”
“...Hero…” Izuku’s lips barely moved as he breathed out the word, but it seemed to bee all the movement Katsuki’s words prompted. No instant smiles, leaping up and asking a dozen questions about going back, his adventures, nothing.
Deku’s focus was not on him. Katsuki scowled darkly and stopped right next to the sitting nerd.
“Fuck this, we have to go,” Bakugo growled and leaned down to grab onto Deku’s hand where it rested limply on his knee. But as soon as his fingers wrapped around Deku’s, he gasped, a burst of color filling the mirror. Katsuki turned his head in an instant, ready to fight, but the sight in the looking glass made him pause. Where earlier nothing could be seen now stood eight people arranged in a half circle in the space behind Deku’s back. They looked as if they were just regular reflections and Katsuki had to cast a quick glance back to make sure they had not materialized in the chamber when he’d been distracted.
“The fuck?” Katsuki barked when Deku didn’t provide him with any explanation. The idiot didn’t even blink at the strange view.
Bakugo decided to glare at the crowd and especially the pale haired wispy guy in a nondescript bland robes, standing directly behind Deku’s reflection and daring to hold his hands on top of his green curls. The man graced him with a little nod but that was all. The only woman of the team actually waved at Katsuki, but the rest seemed more interested in looking at Deku, aside from two assholes that faced away from the mirror like pouting toddlers.
“What the fuck?” he growled, glaring at the other side of the pale man, where a tall dumbass with hair like lion’s mane was smiling fondly at Deku. Electric blue eyes lifted and focused on Bakugou. He didn’t like how the stare unsettled him and he lifted his hands. “That’s it, I’m blasting this mirror to bits.”
As soon as his palm lifted from Deku’s skin, the image in the looking glass disappeared, which he kind of expected. What he didn’t expect was for a frail voice to answer him from the direction of the door he’d left opened.
“Please, don’t.” Katsuki whirled on his heels, sneer in place, sparks falling from his fingers onto the cold stone floor. The person approached as if not concerned by his aggressive display, moving slowly but with purpose until they stood on the other side of the still sitting nerd. It was only then that Bakugo could see more of them in the dim chamber.
It was the same tall fucker with yellow hair and startling blue eyes in his shitty material self. One glance to the mirror revealed that his reflection was there too, mirroring the way the man hunched and the way his blue and red clothes didn’t really fit his lanky frame, hanging from his broad shoulders like a banner in a still wind, an echo of what had to be a majestic figure reduced to this husk barely standing in front of Bakugo.
“Explain this shit or I‘m blasting the mirror and taking my Deku the fuck away,” Katsuki barked. He didn’t tell the man that he would be taking the nerd no matter if he explained anything or not. He hadn't gone on this dumb quest only to go home without Deku. But there was some weird magic at play and Bakugo wasn’t so stupid as to jump into demolitions without at least trying to get a better understanding of the situation.
See? He was the whole package, looks, brains and brawn.
Deku better appreciate his awesomeness or else.
The blonde dumbass - not to be mistaken with the other blonde dumbass currently camping outside the castle - reached out and dared to stroke Deku’s curls with fondness radiating from his eyes. Luckily for him Katsuki restrained his urge to chew off his hand at the wrist for the time being because the stupid nerd hummed softly in return, apparently fine with the caress. He would be grilled about this shit later.
The man walked a bit away from Deku then, as if to not disturb his focus with their talk, and Katsuki found himself taking a couple steps after him, positioning himself in a way that his body hid the nerd from his view. The fucker was aware of this, because he glanced at Bakugo with an expression that looked a tad smug, as if he was about to point out that Bakugo was standing protectively over his childhood friend.
“My name is Yagi Toshinori,” the dumbass introduced himself as if Katsuki cared. “I'm overseeing young Midoriya coming into his power as my successor. Judging by your looks and behavior I believe you must be the Kac-chan he speaks of so fondly. It is a great joy for me to see that my boy has a good friend who cared for him enough to come all the way here to check up on him.”
Then the skeleton man smiled widely, oddly reassuring despite the fact he looked like a malnutritioned wraith. He reached out both of his giant hands in a gesture of hospitality that would have soothed most people. Bakugo was tempted to relax, but he remembered that Deku was still under some shitty trance and this was a dangerous place. Only a shitty idiot would have let their guard down in this situation and Katsuki wasn’t an idiot.
“So,” he started, shifting into a battle stance with effortless grace. “You’re the Storm King and Deku is under your stupid spell, huh?”
At his words the old scarecrow winced and sighed. His smile dimmed, and paired with his sunken cheeks and dark eyes his face looked like something from a nightmare. Katsuki smiled his vicious smile at him, to show he was not intimidated and that he was not going to fall for his tricks. He was willing to fight and the Storm King better be ready to get his teeth knocked out today. His power, never far from the surface, seemed to sing in his veins and he regretted Deku wouldn’t be able to witness his awesome asskicking unless the spell broke before the fight started. He doubted it would last long after his first explosion, the man looked ready to be blown away by a stronger gust of wind as he stood there, framed by thick columns holding up the ceiling.
“I am called by this name by some,” the man at least had enough backbone not to try and lie about his identity. “But the stories spread across the lands aren’t necessarily true. And young Midoriya is definitely not under my spell. For one I don’t…”
Katsuki had thought too soon, the wraith of a man started spewing horseshit and lost all the potential to get Bakugo’s respect. Sure, the stories painted the Storm King as this immensely imposing and muscular male, but for all Katsuki knew, this frail look could be another try at deception. Target acquired, the young blonde roared and leaped at the man, intending to hit him a bunch of times so he would undo whatever shitty magic he had over Deku.
Paint him fucking surprised when his first punch, a perfectly executed right hook with just a dash of violence given by his explosions, was stopped before landing against the man’s sharp jaw. Katsuki’s whole momentum was arrested in a flash and he almost stumbled to regain his balance.
In front of him, cupping his fist like one could a delicate object, stood Deku, face serene and emotionless, eyes vacant and not really focused on anything. Green lightning sparked off of his limbs and curls, fading in seconds that passed since he’d materialized just in front of the old geezer who took a stumbling step back and gasped out in alarm.
“Izuku,” he breathed out and the dumbass blinked, as if waking up from a shitty afternoon nap. His eyes got their stupid spark back and focused on his face, a frown replacing the brief look of surprise at seeing Katsuki right in front of him. The hand holding his fist loosened and Bakugo took a step back, scowling. “You…” It was such a relief to see the nerd awake and looking back at him.
“What the fuck?”
“You can’t attack AllMight, Kac-chan,” the idiot admonished. The nerdy asshat still sounded like a cuddly adorable bunny straight from Meadow of Friendship or other shitty fairy tale, but there was a steel edge under his tone, clear in his stance and gaze. It was hot. And annoying. Mostly annoying.
“Fuck you, I’m trying to make him release your stupid ass,” Katsuki calmly reasoned.
Deku pouted and shook his head.
“You don’t have to do that, Kac-chan,” he lifted his chin and stood all stupid and stubborn in front of Bakugo.
It seemed the idiot fell victim to the shitty wizardry, needing rescuing real bad. And Bakugo was going to fucking rescue his freckled ass right now. With his fists. Even if he had to punch some sense into him to step aside and let him talk to the stick man and make him regret picking his green adorable dumbass.
The old fart started babbling in the background, but Katsuki didn’t have patience to deal with his shit while his full attention was on the way the nerd was shifting his stance to be more battle-ready. It actually wasn’t half shit, despite the atrocious fighting skills Deku had had back in the village. Definitely someone had been training his plump ass while Katsuki had been wasting time trying to shake off two infatuated dragons and a trash bin wizard third wheeling them constantly.
With a roar born both from indignant rage of someone who had been suffering unwanted company for weeks on end and frustrated pining after a cute obstinate dumbass, Katsuki leaped forward, not willing to waste any more time or pulling his punches. The nerd was going to let him save his freckles and if all went well they could sneak out via the back door and escape the idiot trio camping in front of the castle.
Fuck you if you thought Katsuki would be half assing this fight only because it was against Deku. Deku may have been a wispy wimp one day in the past, but the nerd was not half bad of a fighter now, even if his movements tended to be graceless and clumsy as fuck. He had this big stupid brain under all those cute curls and he could use it to strategize like no one else Bakugo knew, so Bakugo wouldn’t be underestimating him.
Especially when that eerie lightning sparked off of him and danced across his body like a dozen hyperactive kittens. And it took Bakugou only a few exchanges of punches and blocks to realize that, whatever the Storm King magic was doing to his nerd, it was definitely not making him weaker or slower. No, the dumbass was giving as hard as he was getting and Katsuki had to use his magic to not get thrown against a wall or a column with the sheer force of his fists. Impressive. Hot. Annoying as fuck.
And… well, exciting too. Bakugo always knew that Deku had a strong heart and had been getting stronger physically too, under the lazy and meandering tutelage of the always asleep alchemist. Now it seemed he was able to go toe to toe with Katsuki, and having an actual challenge after so many years of no one comparing to his awesomeness was such a refreshing change. His blood sang in his ears, his focus sharp on the nerd, his breaths measured, his brain strategizing as he looked for weak points, for any openings to defeat Deku. Not to put him down or just win, but to see what else he could do, to save his stupid ass from the Storm King, to prolong this moment of connection through a fight, where no words could muddle their actions, where those luminous green eyes stared at him and only him with that calculative, singular focus.
Fists collided with blocking forearms or palms, bodies danced out of the way of kicks and exploding energy, moving faster and faster, jumping, dodging, trying to tackle to the floor, and using the sparse obstacles in the room to their advantage. Katsuki was thrown back with a kick to his gut, filling his mouth with a bitter taste of bile, barely catching himself on a column, just to bounce off of it with a swift kick and well-timed explosion, hurtling back at the nerd who lifted his arms in a classic guard, grinning viciously at the approaching blonde, fearless and steadfast. It was only when Katsuki outstretched both arms in front of himself to deal a double explosion that the idiot danced out of the way, swift and sure-footed for once, the orange and red light and heat licking at the toes of his red boots slinking across the stone floor. Katsuki landed on the still hot spot and gave chase, only to pivot on his left foot and barely avoid a kick that would have sent him back to the same pillar again. The nerd was definitely not a harmless bunny, he was a feral hare and Bakugo fucking loved it.
Um, okay, so maybe don’t tell that to anyone, okay? Because, you know, saying that out loud sounded stupid and Bakugo would have to kill you if you told anyone he came up with this stupid metaphor in the middle of smacking his love interest across a grim throne room.
Because, just so you know, Bakugo was winning. Of course he was winning. The fight was lasting longer than any other he’d taken part in in a long while, but he was confident he’d be on top in the end. No matter how agile Deku was and how strong he hit, Bakugo got a few hits of his own, thank you very much. The residue heat of his magic singed a good part of Deku’s shitty clothing and he supposed that if he timed his attacks well he could destroy his atrocious shoes soon too. It’d be a service to the world at large.
The air pressure from his explosions rattled the dusty cobwebs in the rafters, the air filled with noises of fists colliding, pained grunts and heavy breaths, the pattering of feet and cracking of whatever magic Deku suddenly wielded to amplify his attacks. The more he moved, the more he sweated, the more explosions he could aim at his adorable dork, slowly but surely pushing him across the room and towards the wall. Soon he’d have the shorter boy cornered and cash in his win. Soon he could grasp his wrists in his clammy hands and hold him down, both panting and sharing air, his body pinning Izuku and his eyes able to drink in the expression on his flushed face.
Smoke curled around their moving bodies, sharp and pungent, illuminated by flashes of his explosions and the green lightning as they clashed. It was exhilarating to exchange blows, even if he got real pissed off when Deku managed to punch his jaw so hard he almost bit off his tongue. The little twerp was definitely not playing around and actually could do some damage.
Alas, all good things had to go to an end eventually. And in case of this fight they came to an end thanks to the combination of a flash burst of his explosion and Deku not averting his eyes as it went off because he was coming for a perfectly executed punch to the gut that hurt like a bitch. Katsuki staggered and managed to keep on his feet only because he grasped at Deku’s shoulders. And since he already had his hands there and Deku was leaning far too far forward, he had to just twist and push and follow the collapsing nerd to the floor. What followed was nothing short of a brawl, a vicious bout of rolling across the ground, trying to immobilize the other, exchanging magic attacks with punches and slaps, headbutts that barely avoided connecting with noses, growls and grunts and flashing eyes.
And yet, when finally Bakugo managed to sit on Deku and arrest his sneaky hands, both were grinning at each other, faces flushed, eyes bright and hearts beating fast . It took Katsuki a long moment to realize that the third person in the room was approaching anxiously, trying to talk to them, probably imploring them not to do something they’d regret later, when cooled down.
That was the only reason Katsuki didn’t kiss the stupid nerd senseless right on that floor. Sweaty and exhausted, but so fired up.
Izuku blinked up at him, apparently coming out of his own haze of battle, pulled to reality by the voice that sounded too strong for the frail old fart.
“...It is but a misunderstanding, we can talk it out,,” the skeleton man waved his hands nervously, glancing between the two on the floor. Katsuki scowled at Midoriya, who nodded at the words.
“Yeah, Kac-chan, AllMight is right,” he panted, still trying to catch his breath. “We can explain, promise.”
“You fucking better,” he growled and was secretly pleased at the way the green eyes widened and warmed up at his familiar tone. This, this was the face of the stupid nerd he’d known since diapers, expressive as shit and so fucking genuine. No shitty serene masks, no vacant eyes. He supposed he could let the two dumbases speak their peace and if he needed to, he could pummel the Storm King or whoever the other blonde was, later. After all, he had his own set of questions to ask, like what was the deal with Deku’s magic and improved fighting skills. He wasn’t complaining, mind you, but it was all new. Izuku glanced at his face, then down at where he was still pining him to the ground and Bakugo suddenly realized that yes, he was still sitting on the idiot’s stomach, holding his wrists and all.
Hurriedly, he climbed off of the dork, pretending not to be absolutely embarrassed about how close they were there for a while. One glance towards the still standing old fart made him scowl darkly, because the bright blue eyes glanced between him and the nerd sitting up on the floor, then the geezer dared to smile knowingly, as if he actually knew some fucking secret.
“So, I suppose, we can talk here,” he said and only that saved his face from a punch from Katsuki. Carefully he sat down on the floor, facing the duo and keeping some healthy distance. “First thing first, my name is indeed Yagi Toshinori, known in the seven kingdoms as AllMight and among your land apparently as the Storm King.”
Katsuki’s eyebrow twitched. Apparently the old idiot was one of those lecture giving types, so Bakugo could either sit there on the cold stone for hours or….
“Oi, Deku,” he nudged the nerd at his side with an elbow, causing him to yelp and cover his abused side with a hand. His glare was precious and his pout worth a painting. “Long story short, now.”
Deku sighed, casted the old fart an apologetic look and took a deep breath.
“AllMight is a great hero who travels the continent and protects everyone from monsters and disasters. It’s actually strange that in the villages in our part of the land he is not revered as the hero he is but rumored to be the harbinger of bad luck and disaster. People from all around come to ask him for help, but Not from our area because of the rumors. He still tries to patrol there, but lately he has been less active due to his situation.”
Katsuki nodded. “Yeah, he looks like he’s about to keel over, not do heroic shit.”
“Kac-chan!” Deku scolded and waved his hands between them and the old man, who shook his head, a spark of amusement in his eye.
“Don’t worry, my boy. I came to realize your friend is one of strong, brash opinions. It’s actually refreshing to hear one speak his mind so freely.”
Katsuki grunted. At least the stupid man recognized that he was an honest bastard. Rude, honest bastard.
It was frankly a miracle that Katsuki managed to somehow wrangle two meandering babblers into giving him short answers after that first explanation. Between Deku’s side tangents and Toshinori’s affinity to gush over the bush-headed idiot Bakugo had to growl and glare, but it was all worth it in the end.
Turned out, the shithole of a land their village was in was full of stupid people believing fucked up rumors and everyone else probably laughed their asses off at them. AllMight, as the Storm King was favourably named elsewhere, was a great hero fighting all kinds of nasty crap, but his decades of service left him old, weakened and in need to pass down the torch of being a badass goodie two shoes. And He’d chosen Deku to be the next. Not that Bakugo disagreed, Deku had a strong will like bedrock, the issue was he was also stupid like one and needed constant supervision to prevent being taken advantage of. Bakugo informe d both dumbasses about That fact. And he followed that up with proclaiming himself as the best choice of a Deku handler. He was already awesome at fighting and basically anything else, he could graciously make sure the great hero Deku didn’t kill himself between battling demon lords and punching tornadoes.
The green ingrate tried to downplay his affinity to seek danger, but surprisingly Yagi spoke up in support of Bakugo’s words. He argued that even if he’d done his duty alone, he knew that Deku would benefit from having such a close friend to guard his back. Which meant that he actually could use that big blonde head of his. Bakugo gave him a nod of approval. A rare grace, then loudly demanded to be part of Deku’s training. Like hell he would skip sparring with the shitty nerd, he was a challenge and Bakugo loved challenges. Also, just so you know, he was curious about alleged magics Deku inherited and was mastering.
He was not only trying to get a decent fight, though, he wanted to make sure the nerd could defend himself if he planned to be a continent savior. And this way Bakugo could atone for his shitty past and hopefully at some point confess to the cute dumbass. See? Bakuugo had a plan. Sure, it was nothing like what he’d had in mind weeks ago in the village, but he was flexible, especially because Deku had always wanted to go have adventures, help people and all the shit.
The trio was discussing going back to the village though, just so Deku could show his mug to his alchemy teacher and mom, and the idiots that thought him kidnapped to shut up the rumor spreaders. And Bakugo planned to drag the old fart with them too, so the stupid villagers could see just how stupid they were and Get smarter already. Also he had a suspicion that Aizawa would have strangled him otherwise. And, judging by Deku’s expression, the dork missed his mom, bringing him back home for a while would do both Midoriya's good.
Sadly, before Bakugo could goad the two dumbassess to go back home right away, the idiot trio of Kirishima, Ashidou and Kaminari barged in the room, waving various weapons and screeching, fed up waiting for Bakugou outside. The only reason Katsuki didn’t smoke them on the spot was the happy smile Deku beamed at him after they declared wanting to help ‘their friend ’, whoever the loser was. It definitely wasn’t Katsuki, he had no friends. He just had one nerd smiling at him and exclaiming that Kac-chan was amazing.
Which, for the record, Kac-chan was.