Inheritance: A My Hero Academia AU

Katsuki Bakugo

Kirishima picked me up on the night of the party in his flashy new cherry-red convertible. He was dressed in a sleek black tux with a red button up. He always has to have at least a bit of red in all of his outfits.

I headed over to the passenger door and got into the car.

"Hey," Kirishima greeted me.

"Hi," I said, closing the door behind me. I leaned in to give Kirishima a kiss, but before I could, three heads popped up in the back seat of the convertible.

"What's up, Kacchan?" Kaminari said, resting his chin on the back of Kirishima's seat.

"Yeah, what's up?" Sero asked.

"Nice bowtie," Mina said, poking my black bowtie.

"Why are you losers here?" I asked, glowering at Mina, Sero and Kirishima.

"They needed a ride, so I told them that we could carpool," Kirishima said, apologizing with his eyes.

"What, you're not happy to see us Kacchan?" Kaminari asked me, pouting his lip.

"I'm never happy to see you, moron," I snapped, shoving Kaminari's face.

"Ha, he roasted you!" Mina teased.

Kaminari glowered up at her, rubbing his sore nose.

"It's not fair that Bakugo gets shotgun," Sero whined. "I don't like being squished next to this idiot."

He jutted his thumb at Kaminari.

"Hey!" Kaminari exclaimed.

Kirishima rolled his eyes, starting up the car.

The address on the invitations was only a couple blocks away, so we could have easily walked. But us islanders are super lazy. It must come with being filthy rich.

"I wonder if this Izuku Midoriya is going to be attractive," Mina said thoughtfully as they drove towards the party. "It would be nice to have another handsome, rich, young bachelor to play with."

"Hey, what about me?" Kaminari asked. "I'm rich, handsome, young and single."

"Very single," I muttered.

"I have standards, you know," Mina said.

Kaminari slumped in his seat. "Why're you all so mean to me?"

We turned a corner, and we could hear music blasting from the house at the end of the cul de sac. It was a massive mansion, second only to the Todoroki one two houses away.

Cars were parked all the way around the block, and Kirishima had to drive around for a while to find an open one.

"I guess he invited the whole island," Sero said.

"Guess so," said Kirishima.

Kirishima parked, and we all piled out of the convertible, starting to walk towards the big mansion.

People were out on the lawn, sipping cocktails and laughing boisterously. Through the brightly lit windows, I could see even more people, packed into the massive house. Kirishima, Mina, Kaminari, Sero and I all made our way to the entrance to the house. Mina got sidetracked talking to some of her friends, who were out on the front lawn, and Kaminari pulled Sero with him to talk to Mineta, who'd recently returned from abroad. So it was just me and Kirishima by the time we reached the front door.

It was even louder and packed with people inside than it was outside. Servants circled, armed with trays of drinks and appetizers. A jazz band was playing in the drawing room, and people were dancing in front of it.

Across the room, I spotted Tenya Ida, and, unfortunately, he saw me too. He made his way towards Kirishima and I, drink in hand.

"I didn't expect to see you here, Bakugo," he said. "I would have assumed that you had no interest in the new residents of the island."

"I don't, not usually," I answered, trying to sound as civil and respectful as possible. "But I'm especially curious about this one."

"Yes, it is rather odd that no one has ever heard of this Izuku Midoriya," Ida said, pushing up his glasses.

"Have you met him yet?" Kirishima asked.

Ida sighed. "No. No one has. But he must be quite the character, for throwing a party as large and extravagant as this one."

"Well, see you around, Ida," I said, guiding Kirishima away.

"Do you want to go try and find the illusive host?" Kirishima asked, grabbing a tiny sandwich from one of the circling trays and putting it in his mouth.

"I want to try and find the bar," I said, pushing past people.

Eventually, I came across the bar that had been set up by the pool, where two bartenders were shaking up cocktails and pouring shots for people.

Someone bumped into me from the side.

"Sorry," they muttered.

I looked to see who it was and saw Ochako Uraraka, holding a martini, with a glassy look on her face.

"Watch where you're going," I snapped at her.

She waved me off and stumbled away.

"She's drunk already," Kirishima observed, watching Uraraka walk away with that concerned wrinkle between his eyebrows. "It's really a shame what happened with her family's company."

"Yeah, whatever," I said, walking up to the bar. "Hey! Bartender! Get me a whisky on the rocks, stat!"

One of the bartenders shot me a look, shaking his head. But he poured my drink anyway.

"Anything for you, sir?" he asked Kirishima as he slid me my drink.

"Just a martini, thanks," Kirishima responded.

The bartender nodded and retrieved the cocktail shaker.

"I have a feeling that this Midoriya guy is going to be super popular around here," Kirishima said.

"What makes you say that?" I ask, taking a sip from my glass.

"This" - Kirishima gestured around the room - "is quite the first impression."

"I guess so," I muttered.

The bartender handed Kirishima his drink. He thanked him, and we started walking away. For some reason, I find myself scanning the many heads packed into the house for a curly green one, starting to wonder if the illusive host really is who I think it is.

Kirishima and I ended up talking to some of the newer islanders, a couple of newlyweds. I found their lovey dovey smiles and giddy voices disgusting, but I endured the conversation because there were worse people to be talking to.

Like Shoto Todoroki, who was sitting in the corner, finely dressed as always, staring into the distance. He had a sad, absent look on his face, one that always annoyed the heck out of me.

Everyone knew about Todoroki's daddy issues, and how even though he was the heir to a massive fortune and equally huge mansion, he refused to take either one of them, as an act of rebellion against his cruel father.

It's such a stupid sob story. If you ask me, the guy is overly dramatic.

"Excuse me, everyone, but could I have a moment of your time?" someone called over the din of the crowd.

Lots of people in the room turned in the direction of the voice, curious, including Kirishima. I stubbornly kept my eyes on the ground, not willing to give whoever it was the satisfaction of getting any attention from me.

"Thank you, everyone," the voice said. "My name is Izuku Midoriya, and I am your host."