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He honestly doesn’t know why he agreed to go to this stupid ass sleepover.
Kirishima is hosting, and the entire squad—plus Shouji and Tokoyami—are going.
Katsuki should’ve said no. He should’ve said he didn’t want to hang around those shitty extras the whole weekend. He should’ve said he was busy or his parents wanted him home.
But no. He said “fine.” Fucking fine.
Even worse? He couldn’t even back out.
His second biggest mistake of the week was telling his goddamn parents about it.
They were having their weekly FaceTime. (NOT because Katsuki misses them or anything! Don’t get the wrong idea!)
He meant it as a warning that he might, MIGHT, not visit this weekend. But, of course, his stupid old man got all excited and the hag gave him that stupid proud smile that does NOT make him feel all fuzzy inside.
“Good on ya, kid,” She had said.
Damn his inability to resist praise from that old witch.
By the time Friday rolled around, the old man had packed his bags and was offering to drive him. One bag was reserved for the usual shit—clothes, electronics, skincare, and whatever embarrassing stuffed animals he packed. (It’s not like both his dorm and his room are filled with stuffed animals, that would be ridiculous).
The other is smaller, and filled with his medical shit.
Katsuki, despite having the most awesome quirk ever, still has his issues. The main one lies in the science of his quirk.
Nitroglycerin lowers your blood pressure. It’s the reason Katsuki is on about a million medications that help him function during the day. Plus, another million that help him sleep so he doesn’t—y’know—fall into a coma.
His mom has the same problems. The pharmacy knows them all by name.
His schedule is a strict one to keep up with his medications and avoid worse side effects. Not to mention, to keep his physique and health steady.
This will be the first sleepover he’s had (minus shitty Deku) since his quirk came in. He can only hope those shitty extras don’t bother him.
“Okay, have fun, remember your manners, okay?” His old man says, smacking a kiss onto his head.
Katsuki growls, muttering that he’ll do whatever the hell he wants.
“Have fun, Katsuki! I love you!” Stupid, embarrassing, senile old man.
“Love you, too, old man. Now leave me the hell alone!” Katsuki shouts back with a scowl and a blush.
Katsuki stomps his was up the steps to Kirishima’s two-story home. It’s definitely nowhere near the five bedroom his parents own, but it’s damn better than Deku’s shitty apartment. (No offense to Auntie Inko, that angel of a woman)
He bangs on the door, until a woman opens the door. She’s tall—much taller than him—and she’s beefy. She’s sporting long, spiky black hair and shark teeth.
“What’s up? You one of Ejirou’s friends?”
“Yeah, I’m one of shitty hair’s friends,” He grumbles.
Something seems to click in the woman’s head, and she laughs. “The famed Bakugou Katsuki! I’ve heard a lot about you!”
He stares blankly at her.
“Eji talks about you all the time—“
“Mama! Don’t embarrass me!” Comes Kirishima’s voice from deeper in the house.
“Alright, alright,” She says, before stepping out of the way. “Come on in, kid.”
Katsuki is kind enough to not roll his eyes as he walks past her. He’s not sure where to leave his shoes (he knows not all houses have foyers, but c’mon, there’s not even a shoe rack?) so he just parks them in the corner. He’ll be damned if he walks with shoes in someone’s house.
The living room is decently sized. It’s dominated by an L-shaped couch. There’s also a coffee table that has seen better days, and a TV pressed to one wall.
The place is cluttered, but not overwhelmingly so. It’s obvious no one with organization OCD (like he and his mom—the stupid hag won’t stop giving him bad traits) lives in the house.
He sees blankets and sleeping bags already covering the floor. Not the way he would do it (not that he would ever have ANYONE in his house) but who is he to judge?
He parks his own sleeping bag and blankets towards the edge, to ensure a quick escape.
“Sup Blasty!” Dunce-face shouts. The others also voice their greetings.
So far, Pinky, Tape-face, Dunce-face, Earphones, and Birdbrain are all there. It seems Shouji hasn’t arrived yet.
“Mezou’s journey has been halted by the forces of darkness,” Birdbrain says, as if reading his mind.
“He’s stuck in traffic,” Tape-face helpfully translates.
Katsuki nods, quietly setting his bags down. He pulls out his Nintendo switch immediately, handing it over to Dunce-face.
Kaminari whoops, which, of course, makes the other idiots excited. Kirishima owns another switch, meaning they have four controllers between them.
Denki doesn’t have a switch. Apparently, he fried his last two and his parents refuse to buy him any more. Why Katsuki lets him play on his is beyond him. Being around the extras is probably frying his braincells.
He also pulls out his tablet, planning on reading while the others act like idiots. He, Birdbrain, Shouji, Iida, and Shinsou all exchange horror recommendations. While Shinsou and Birdbrain prefer the gore-y kind, the rest of them adore a good psychological torture theme.
Currently, he’s two chapters into ‘Bunny’ by Mona Awad, and he’s eager for more. (Iida has shockingly good taste)
The others get loud around him as a Mario Kart tournament breaks out. Tape-face is undefeated, Pinky falls off the map every two seconds, and Birdbrain is weirdly competitive.
It’s..comforting. To be surrounded by the extras. They aren’t lackeys or yes-men or manipulating him. They’re here because they like his company. Hell, they like him so much he was invited to a damn sleepover with them.
Katsuki was raised to always be grateful for what he has. Sure, his ego can get inflated, but he’s never taken his good fortune for granted. Right now, he’s grateful as hell to have friends like this. (Not that he’s ever tell the shitty extras, it would go right to their heads)
Another knock on the door gets everyone’s attention.
This time, a kind looking, darker skinned brunette woman steps into the room and opens the door. Everyone cheers as Shouji ducks in.
“Dude! Come join!” Kiri shouts with a grin.
“Yeah, we gotta kick Sero’s ass!” Mina yells.
Katsuki just nods at him, smirking when Shouji nods back.
Once Mezou gets settled, the tournament is back in full swing. With six arms, you’d think he’d be better at video games.
Tape-face stays in the lead basically all night. At one point, Katsuki is dragged into it, switching with Dunce-face.
Of course, you can’t leave that idiot alone for long.
“Woah, Kacchan! You have a whole pharmacy in here!”
Katsuki snaps to glare at him, losing his first place spot. “Get the hell away from my shit, dunce-face!”
Dark shadow, Katsuki’s favorite person(thing?) here, snatches the bag from Denki. She drops it into his lap, and he scratches her head in thanks.
“Oh yeah, those are your meds for your blood pressure, yeah?” Kiri asks.
And his headaches, his tinnitus; his arm, shoulder, and back pain; and his beta blockers to counterbalance his adrenaline so he’s not constantly in fight or flight. Not to mention all his electrolyte packets, protein powder, and his wrist and elbow braces.
“Yeah. So don’t fucking touch them, you idiots.”
“Fuck man. Your quirk is cool as hell, but I don’t think I could handle all the drawbacks,” Tape-face says.
“The darkness will always attempt to dim the light. It is up to the light to fight against it,” Birdbrain preaches.
“Bakubabe is just built different!” Mina says.
“Hell yeah I am!”
The brunette—Kirishima’s Mom—walks into the room. “Sorry to interrupt, but are you kids hungry? I’m thinking pizza?”
She gets a round of cheers, plus murmurs from the emos. Katsuki scrunches his nose at even the thought of that grease-fest.
“What are we thinking on toppings? Pepperoni? Olives? Anchovies?”
Denki attempts to suggest pineapple, but he’s immediately shut down by everyone else.
“Onions and garlic can make me very sick,” Tokoyami says, a bit shyly. “I also can’t have foods that are too high-fat.”
“That’s alright, man!” Kiri says. “We can get veggies and meat separate.”
“I don’t want to be a bother—“
“Hey, it’s no trouble, kiddo,” Kiri’s mom says gently. “Mushrooms sound good?”
“Ooh! And peppers!” Mina calls.
“Yes, that is fine, thank you.”
“Any other diet restrictions?” She asks. Everyone else shakes their head.
Kiri turns to Katsuki. “What about you? You got any topping preferences?”
Katsuki scowls. “You’re crazy if you think I’m putting that shit in my body. I packed my own food.”
“Jeez, Bakugou, you’re so strict on yourself,” Sero says.
“Yeah! Would it kill you to live a little?” Denki asks.
“This is why you extras will always be behind me! You have zero fucking discipline!”
Shouji finally speaks up, after having been silent this entire time. “I think Bakugou’s work ethic and commitment are very admirable. He clearly cares a lot about his health. It’s something I think all of us can look up to and learn from.”
“We are all followers of the light, and we should all strive to follow in their bright trails,” Tokoyami recites like a goddamn poem.
Katsuki definitely does NOT turn completely pink at the praise. He grumbles something about nerds and slumps back.
Earphones smirks at him. “Aww, don’t get shy, Blasty.”
“Fuck off!”
The extras around him giggle, only making him more flustered and grumpy. Thankfully, they get back to their games quickly.
It isn’t too long before their grease-covered abominations arrive. Watching a group of teenagers swallow down multiple pizzas is an equally fascinating and disgusting experience.
When Denki challenges that Kiri can’t fit an entire slice in his mouth, Katsuki makes his escape. He grabs his pre-packed dinner (Quickly hiding the stupid ‘Eat well, brat’ note the hag left on it) and his medicine bag.
He heats up his food in the microwave while he organizes his pills. Thankfully, he takes less at night than he does in the morning. He also opens up an electrolyte tab into his water bottle.
With a grimace, he swallows back his pills, chasing it with his water. Then, he grabs his food and reluctantly rejoins the animals.
Currently, the gaming has slowed down. It seems like they’re debating movies. He also notes that Jirou is missing.
“Oh! We’re taking showers before bed, Mama’s orders,” Kiri says.
“We are allowing the girls to go first,” Shouji says.
Katsuki nods, swallowing his bite to say, “I call next. No way I’m going after you fucking animals.”
He gets a few whines and protests, but ultimately, no one puts up a fuss. The rest of the boys rock, paper, scissors for the order. Sero takes his loss with grace.
Katsuki finishes his dinner just as Mina gets out of the shower. He quickly grabs both his bags and heads upstairs.
He’s got his entire nighttime routine down to a science. A twenty-minute shower, with each movement utilized to reach peak efficiency.
After that, he gets dressed, does his skincare routine, and puts on his wrist and elbow braces.
He’s already getting groggy from his pills, but something tells him the extras aren’t going to let him rest just yet.
When he returns, dunce-face runs upstairs. He gets nods or small ‘hello’s from the others. Katsuki is quietly grateful when none of the extras say anything about his braces.
Honestly? He mostly dissociates through the rest of the extras taking showers and arguing over movies. It’s way past his 8pm bedtime by now. Vaguely, he wonders if this will affect him tomorrow.
The voices around him become muffled. It’s as if he’s underwater. He can feel his world spinning, but he makes no move to stop it.
Then, he feels hands on him. Normally, Katsuki would panic, but he can distantly hear the extras still playing video games.
They wouldn’t let anything happen to him.
His eyes flutter open, but only for a second. His vision is consumed by red.
Something soft is pulled over his shoulders. Then, his green bunny stuffie—he can tell just by the scent—is pushed into his arms.
Katsuki holds it tightly, pressing his face against it. He can barely hear the cooing from the extras. But, his eyes are fluttering closed before he can flip them off.
The next morning, shitty-hair wakes him up.
He flashes that sharp grin, and asks if Katsuki wants pancakes.
“Or is that too unhealthy for you?” He teases.
After he removes his braces, takes his medications, and cracks open an electrolyte tab, he joins them at the table for breakfast.
God, he’s grateful for these shitty extras.