._Follow me_. {Kiribaku Youtuber AU}

! Influencers are bullshit !

 ((( The first chapter is in Bakugou's point of view :) ))))

"Bullshit", the ash-blond mumbled under his breath, "Fucking Bullshit".

There a fiery-eyed boy, perhaps 17 or so, laid scrambled across his bed like a starfish attempting to prove it was bigger than the others.

He fiddled aggressively through an off branded Mobile Phone, fixated on the cracked screen that burned his retinas.

Yes, it was 4 am, and no he didn't care, 'sleep is for pussies anyway', he thought.

Once there was a time in his life when Bakugou Katsuki would care about the rest he got, going to bed at 8:32 pm sharp then waking up in the early hours of the morning.

However, that kid was dead, drowned in monster energy drinks, Redbull and demonetisation symbols.

This was Bakugou now, and he wasn't fucking happy.

'AHHHH FOR FUCKS SAKE', he yelled throwing his phone across the bed, even though it had countless cracks and scratches from doing so before, he couldn't seem to learn that lesson.

Why exactly was this young adult with a constant grimace so riled up?

"THAT RED BEARDED BITCH!"

"THAT FUCKING NO GOOD, BALDING 50-YEAR-OLD CUNT HAD THE AUDACITY!"

On the floor now, his phone sat, showing what seemed to be a news article labelled 'Young generations are rude and disrespectful!', displaying a grotesque image of the angry adolescent, screaming comically at what appeared to be a horror game.

(The article stated that Gen z is a disrespectful generation, using Bakugou as evidence, a lot of misleading photos, Bakugou's intro to the channel is "Welcome Fuckers, hope your day wasn't too shitty", the journalist edited this and other clips of him together to make him look worse than he is)

Suddenly the door burst open, and a woman uncannily almost identical to the boy came marching in, eyebrows even more furrowed, "KATSUKI BAKUGOU I SWEAR TO GOD GO TO SLEEP OR I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!", she shouted even louder than the other.

"I PAY THE RENT YOU OLD HAG! I CAN SHOUT IF I WANT", he retorted-voice straining.

The youthful mother took one infuriated look at her son-and hit him on the head.

"OWWW YOU HAG!", he wailed.

"THAT'S FOR WAKING ME UP YOU PIECE OF SHIT! NOW ERM GO TO FUCKING BED", and just like that the very same woman turned her slippered toes, and slammed the door-almost gracefully.

...

The boy was left alone once more, now rubbing a growing lump that somehow nearly matched the height of his spiked hair, not like he had spiked it himself, his genes were just strange.

A hopeless sigh escaped his lips, he wanted to leave but he wasn't even old enough to do so on his own, 'I'd have to wait till fucking April, and it's only goddamn September, I'm sick of the old hag-yes I love her but god the hitting is getting a bit fucking tedious, but I guess that's just what parents do', he thought in passing.

'I'm not the same person as I was a few years ago, I don't really feel angry all the time, it feels like I'm playing a character, somebody who was in a fucked up way...happy', Katsuki pondered while staring at the now even more damaged phone.

'Endeavor is a shitty journalist, but he's right, I fucking suck. I really suck, I mean I don't feel anything anymore, but I still pretend I do in front of the camera...What for? Entertainment?'

'I'm a fake, fuck influencers'

'Influencers are all fake, I wanna be real with my fucking audience for once'

Mitsuki had tried multiple medications to mellow her aggressive son, then some more to 'cure' the anxiousness, then more for the meltdowns, then more prescriptions for the depressive episodes, one of which literally made him completely hyper for the entire week.

And a Hyper Bakugou is worse than a numb one.

Suddenly a video idea popped into his head, a dangerous idea, a very dangerous idea, "it could ruin my career, but then again what do I have to lose"

In a rush of caffeine and pure adrenaline, Bakugou grabbed every piece of filming equipment he had...and turned the camera on.

"Welcome Fuckers again, I have something I need to get off my chest..."

///24 hours later///

He didn't dare look at the comments, the views or the dislike to like ratio-as an overwhelming feeling of dread fell into his stomach. 

'I feel sick', he thought.

Pulling out that trustworthy phone of his, which was suspiciously more beaten up than the previous day, he checked his contacts.

"Deku, I need to speak to Deku- he's the only one who might get it", he mused aloud.

He hadn't really seen if Deku had responded to his 'big video' since he never really had anybody on for notifications.

(Only for Mitsuki because he knew she would bring the wrath of God upon him lest he misses a single text.)

Bakugou peered at the contact with caution, semi-analysing the inviting profile picture of the smiling freckled boy he was not at all ready to text.

Pushing down on the name ' Deku >:P ' he braced for whatever long 'have a good summer!' text had been sent in July.

Strangely enough, the first of which caught his eye was 'popular' and then 'sent 8hrs ago', "Damn fucking nerd", he voiced aloud, "Of course he knows".

Bakugou was already a decently popular channel, sure he wasn't up to the likes of 'RedRockz' or 'PinkyMina', but his fanbase of 1 million was loyal and dedicated, and they loved paying the bills for him.

Back to the 'Deku' message, as it read:

["Hi Kacchan! I know we haven't spoken in a while, and well you don't seem to reply. But I saw ] the video you put up, and I get it, you make a lot more sense now! It makes sense why I thought you were acting differently. 

I'm usually good at theories and guessing (you saw my channel right?)

 I'm sorry I didn't realise it earlier :)  I hope you're okay, I mean I know you probably aren't BUT LOOK AT ALL THE NICE RESPONSES! 

I mean even the really popular channels are responding to your video, thanking you for raising mental health awareness! 

Also congrats on 3 million! It's crazy what can happen in a day, but don't worry, I'll catch up soon!

[-Izuku                                                                                                                                                                                   ]

Okay, that was a lot to take in, like a fucking lot, but in the depths of Katsuki's fucked up brain, his only thought was 'Who the fuck responds to an I'm taking a break video?'

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Hi, people who stumbled across this little shit fic, I'm going to update as much as I can and probably finish it? I know where the story is going.

I'm doing the next chapter in Kirishima's POV, and maybe a slight Bakugou POV, It'll come out soon! 

I use the free version of Grammarly for spelling and punctuation and then text to speech to make sure it actually makes sense.

~~Stay tuned~~