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The last 48 hours had been a complete shitshow. It was supposed to be a simple mission. Wait for the signal, raid the warehouse, kick some ass and go home. What none of the on-call heroes and police were expecting was the villain group deciding to explode a nearby office building and use it as a distraction to escape.
They had clearly prepared it as a backup plan. Not five minutes into the raid the explosions were heard, prompting the heroes to change priorities. They manage to arrest several henchmen but the three main targets escaped during the commotion. The following hours were spent clearing debris and searching for any injured. At least there were no casualties, but still after barely any food, over exerting his quirk, letting the villains escape and no sleep Bakugo was ready to pass out on his bed.
It was 6:30 a.m. as Bakugo made his way from his agency. He had managed to take a quick shower and change into civilian clothes. He wore a black beanie to cover his hair and a face mask so he wouldn’t be recognized, a dark green hoodie and some grey sweats. At least he beat rush hour or most likely he would have murdered someone.
He was so close, just one flight of stairs out the station, a five minute walk and he would be home. The knowledge that he was so close made the remaining adrenaline leave his body. He felt his body fall backwards, as the exhaustion hit full force, unable to grab the rail or pivot forward.
“Whoa there big fella, I got you.” he barely heard before everything went dark.
As he started to regain consciousness the first thing he noticed was the comfortable pillow his head was resting in. He wanted to stay there forever but the smell of a foreign detergent raised an alarm that he wasn’t in his bed. Slowly opening his eyes, he could have sworn he was in a forest, everything was green. Focusing his sight he realized why, the strange man, who Bakugo now realized was using his thighs as a pillow, has wild green curly hair and big bright green eyes. His face was soft with freckles on each cheek; cute .
“Hey, welcome back” a soft voice and warm smile greeted him, “you were out for a couple of minutes.”
Putting a pin on his lap-pillow crisis, he moved to sit up. “What happened?” he asked, rubbing his eyes.
“You almost fell down the stairs, I moved you here while you woke up.” There was a pause as the man looked for something in his bag. But all Bakugo could think about was how this little cherub had carried 220 pounds of pure muscle to a nearby bench. “You look exhausted, no offense.” and again that smile that made something flutter in Bakugo’s stomach, it must be the hunger . He scoffed, looking away from the stranger.
The man got up, handing him a bento box wrapped in an All Might lunch cloth, “Here take this, eat it before standing up again. I have to get going, please take care!” He bowed before turning to leave.
As the figure disappeared into the crowd it seemed Bakugo’s brain was finally catching up. He couldn’t believe he had basically passed out, in public, and had to be rescued by a stranger. A cute stranger, who he used as a lap-pillow. A cute, strong stranger that somehow could carry him. A cute, strong, selfless stranger that was kind enough to give away his lunch.
He sighed, removing his face mask and opening the bento box. His eyes went wide. Inside, over the side of rice were two carrots forming an X with two little nori circles over the right side mimicking his hero suit. He would never admit this to anyone but he took a picture of it before eating it. After finishing the meal he made his way home, feeling a lot better now that he had a full stomach.
When he got home, he promptly passed out until noon, woke up and made lunch. It was when he was doing the dishes his mind wandered to those kind eyes, that warm smile, those plush thighs he wanted to sink his teeth into as they warped around his shoulders. His breath hitched. Was he really fantasizing over a guy he just met, who he didn’t know anything about. He braced the sink resting his forehead on it. What was wrong with him? He continued with the dishes, blaming his thoughts on exhaustion when something caught his eye. There on the back of the bento box was a tag, property of Izuku Midoriya.
The rest of the week went by sneaking glances at the box in his kitchen counter when he came home from patrol and opening google just to close it before hitting enter. He put his phone down. Raking his hair, he let out a sigh. He honestly felt pathetic, behaving like a highschool girl with a crush.
By Friday night he really needed some kind of distraction, so he texted Shitty Hair to meet him at their usual bar. Spotting the bright red hair from the entrance, he made his way to their table, groaning when he saw that not only Shitty Hair was there but also, Raccoon eyes, Pikachu, and Tape Face.
“Oi! I didn’t tell you to call the rest of the idiot squad” he growled sitting down.
“Oh come on Blasty you love us!” Pikachu said, passing him a beer.
“So to what do we owe the pleasure of being summoned by the Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight?” Raccoon Eyes teased with a mischievous smile, her head resting in her hands inquisitively.
“Ugh, I just needed to get my mind off something.” he said, taking a swing of his beer.
“What’s eating ya?” Tape Face asked, stuffing his face with a handful of peanuts.
“I meant I wanted a distraction not a therapy session” he scoffed.
“Oh Bakubro don’t be like that, you can tell us anything” Shitty Hair said, wrapping his arm around him.
He debated between telling them to fuck off and been honest. If there were any people in this world he could trust, it was these idiots right here. He chugged the rest of his beer to get over this knot in his gut.
“I kinda met someone.” His face was staring at the empty mug in front of him. “I’ve been thinking about them all week but everytime I open my phone to search for anything about them” He raked his hair in despair. “I don’t know I feel disgusting, like a creepy stalker or something.”
“Oh we’ll do it for you! What info do we have?” Mina said, phone already at hand.
Katsuki slouched in the booth covering his face with both hands. He was grateful but also very embarrassed. “This is so stupid, I don’t even know if he’s single or into men for that matter.”
“Found him! Dammit his profile is private.” She kept fiddling with her phone, probably looking for more information.
“You know, his name sounds familiar.” There was a pause as Pikachu searched for something on his phone before giving it to Bakugo “Is this the guy?”
Bakugo’s eyes went wide as he snatched the phone to take a closer look. There with that same warm smile that hadn’t left his thoughts all week was Izuku Midoriya . He was sitting next to Eye Bags both eating lunch. He quickly went to the recent calls menu hitting the call button.
“Hey babe, everything alright? I thought you were with the squad” Shinsou answered in the other line.
“Hey Eyebags, how would you feel about having the #8 Hero as a guest speaker next week?”
“Bring me a large coffee and you got yourself a deal”
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It had been 7 years since he walked these halls. Eye Bags was thrilled to have somebody else babysitting his class while he napped so he agreed immediately. After finishing the lecture on minimizing building damage, he followed Eye Bags as they made their way towards the faculty lounge.
The sliding doors opened revealing several cubicles, some empty, some occupied, with a wall of windows at the back. Katsuki nodded to his older teachers as he followed Eye Bags towards the right end of the set of desks. There the man who had plagued his thoughts for the past two weeks was hunched over writing some notes.
“Hey Midoriya, I got someone who wants to talk to you”
Izuku looked up from his notes, eyes going wide when he saw the Pro Hero in his office.
“Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight-san?! What are you doing here?” he asked, standing up from his desk.
“I came to return something,” he said with a side smirk as he placed the borrowed bento box on Izuku’s hands
“What?” There was a pause as he inspected the wrapped lunch.
“Oh my god that was you! Well now I'm a little embarrassed but I'm happy to see you look better today.” he said, brushing the back of his neck as a small blush covered his cheeks.
“I’ll have you know I am in top shape”
“Oh yeah? You sure” Izuku turned to place the bento box on his desk.
“What, you wanna test me sensei?”
It was obvious that the title seemed to affect him, but that didn't stop him from grinning mischievously as he turned back. “My class is next, how about a 20 vs 1”
“Oh you're on nerd”
Izuku instructed Katsuki to go wait at ground beta while he explained the exercise to his students. It was similar to some of the mock battles he had when he was a student here. The students would have 30 minutes to capture him with a binding tape. He was at a disadvantage not knowing any of the students' quirks and being greatly outnumbered but he was sure he could do this and impress Izuku.
As Katsuki got in position he heard Izuku’s voice through the communicator in his ear. “Please don’t kill my students Dynamight-san”
“Don't worry I wont, I want to leave here with what I came for.”
“Huh?” Was the last thing he heard before he sprung into action.
30 minutes later the buzzer went off, all the 20 students had been incapacitated and Katsuki moved to the entrance with a winning smirk while wiping the sweat from his brow. Izuku came back from the camera room, notes in hand.
“Ok everyone! I want you to analyze your performance in this mock battle, what you could have done better both individually and as a team. I expect a 500 word essay by next class. Dismissed.”
Katsuki made his way towards Izuku as the students exited the grounds. Bending a little to get close to his face. “So… how did I do sensei?” he said, crowding him.
The close proximity made his whole face turn red. “Well..” his eyes shifted, not knowing where to look. Izuku swallowed hard, tucking a curl behind his ear, he faced him with a warm smile, ”you were amazing as always Dynamight-san”
“Call me Katsuki.” He said, pulling his mask up his forehead. “I hope I'm not misreading the signals, but would you like to go on a date with me?”
“You, you want to go on a date with me?” Izuku stuttered, his face in complete awe. He cleared his throat to compose himself. “I, I mean if you’ll have me I’d love to.”