Inheritance: A My Hero Academia AU

Katsuki Bakugo

1925. Summer.

I was sitting on the verandah of my parents' mansion, looking out at our private stretch of beach, and the sparkling blue ocean beyond it. My parents were away for the summer, so I had the house all to myself.

I picked up my glass from the arm of my chair, the ice clinking against the sides of the cup. I took a small sip from the amber liquid inside of it, the scotch burning all the way down my throat.

"Bakugo!"

I jumped, slowly turning around. Kirishima was walking towards me, a folded piece of paper clutched in his hand. I've known him for years, ever since my family moved onto the island. His parents run a bunch of luxury restaurants, and their house is right next to ours.

He looked dapper in his dark grey piece suit and crimson tie. I have no idea how he wasn't being cooked alive in that outfit in the stifling summer heat.

"Who let you in here?" I asked him.

"Um, that new maid," Kirishima said. "What's her name?"

"I have no idea," I said dryly. "What do you want?"

Unfazed by my gruff tone, Kirishima sat down in the chair next to mine. "Have you gotten one of these yet?"

He held the piece of paper he'd been holding out to me.

"I haven't checked my mail yet," I said, taking the piece of paper. There was a beautiful golden seal on the front of it that was familiar to me, but I couldn't quite place why.

I unfolded it. Written across the top in swirling gold calligraphy were the words, You are cordially invited to a party celebrating the arrival of a Mr. Izuku Midoriya. There was other information written under it, like a date and an address, but I was too distracted by the first part to care. I read it over and over again, half of me thinking that I was hallucinating.

Deku can't be here, I remember thinking. Maybe it's another Izuku Midoriya.

"Is there something wrong, Bakugo?" Kirishima asked me, noting my shocked expression.

"No," I lied, handing Kirishima back the invitation.

"It's kind of exciting, right?" Kirishima said, folding the piece of paper and putting it in the pocket of his suit jacket. "There's a new person on the island."

"I guess so," I grumbled.

"Have you ever heard of this Izuku Midoriya person?"

My gut clenched at the sound of his name, but I shook my head. "No. Have you?"

"No, that's why I wanted to ask you," Kirishima said. "It's strange that he's not super famous, since you have to have some influence to live here."

"It is strange," I said. I should have heard something. No one ever comes to UA Island without a reputation in their wake.

"Do you think you're going to go?" Kirishima asked eagerly. "To the party."

"No, because I haven't gotten an invitation," I said.

"You will," Kirishima said. "Everyone on the block got one."

"Where does he live?"

"Just past the Idas," Kirishima answered. "Aren't you curious what this guy could be like? It's all so mysterious."

"I guess so," I muttered.

Kirishima leaned in closer, scanning my face, his brow furrowed in the way it gets when he's worried about something. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong?"

"Positive," I lied again. I drained the last of my glass of scotch and stood up from my chair. I turned to Kirishima. "Do you want to stay for dinner?"

"Sure," Kirishima said, standing up too. "You should really consider coming on Saturday. I don't want to go to this party without you."

"The party's on Saturday?"

"Did you not read the invitation?" Kirishima asked with a teasing smirk.

"I didn't make it that far," I said.

Kirishima laughed, the familiar sound warming me to my core. "You really are something else, Katsuki Bakugo."

I just grunted, and Kirishima planted a quick kiss on my mouth. Before I could kiss him again, he was already walking towards the doors to my house.

"What's on the menu for this evening?" he asked me.

"Some sort of small bird," I answered, walking over to him.

"Whatever it is, I bet that it'll be delicious," Kirishima said. "Your cook is way better than ours."

As I followed Kirishima towards the living room, my mind wandered to Deku. Though I didn't want to believe that it was really him, something told me that it was.

I couldn't help but wonder how my childhood friend had managed to get enough money to move onto one of the most expensive islands in the world, without anyone having heard about it.

Later that night, after Kirishima had gone home, our housekeeper came up to me with the mail for the day. On the top of the pile was a folded piece of paper, with that strangely familiar gold seal.

I ripped the invitation open and read the message again. Sure enough, there was Deku's name. Again, I was filled with doubt, my mind feeding me excuse after excuse.

There are other Izuku Midoriyas in the world. It might not be him.

Maybe someone stole his name.

Maybe he doesn't live here. Maybe he's friends with someone, and he's just coming for a visit.

Before I was willing to believe that Deku was actually here, I had to see it for myself.