𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝟷𝟶𝟷

𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧

All Might was someone both Izuku and Bakugou adored and both children knew that.  He was Bakugou's favorite hero, and he knew it.  What Bakugou didn't know, was that the person Izuku admired most, is Eraserhead.  Perhaps it was the raven black hair, or the simple yet on fleek hero costume.  Maybe it was the way he was humble and saved people because he like helping people or the iconic yellow glasses.  Probably the glasses one.

Either way, Eraserhead was Izuku's favorite hero.  He's humble, his quirk a very useful one, and lastly, he was genuine.  There weren't many people in his life that were genuine, so he was very pleased when he noticed the underground hero's existence.  Though he never met the hero in real life, most of the time he was a great judge in character.  He was perplexed by this and also somewhat fascinated.  

Though he had the same sort of idealism, the thought of someone genuinely wanting to sacrifice something for another person's well-being was shocking and interesting to him.  In general, the why aspect of questions were always the hardest to answer since you actually had to think about the answer and the reasons behind your answer.  When you think about why someone does something, you can't just say 'yes' or 'behind the tree', no, you can't say something as simple as that.  Those sort of questions always left a burning heat through Izuku, making him long for a detailed explanation that would satisfy the hungers of curiosity.  But as they say, curiosity killed that cat.

If only they stuck around long enough to hear the end.

"Curiosity killed the cat,

but satisfaction brought it back"

. . . . 

The green-headed boy held back a whimper of pain, every step he took felt like fire bursting across his skin.

It was Christmastime, his favorite time of the year.  But it felt wrong to him without his Mother there to celebrate with him.  Almost like betrayal.  

"Hey there Deku."  Izuku instantly knew who it was, knowing only one person who could twist a word in such a way.  Somehow, it hurt more knowing that it was his ex friend.  

"HEY!  I'm talking to you, damn nerd!"  he could hear the blonde activating his quirk, crackles and pops echoing down the almost-empty hallway.  Silently sighing, he tightened the grip on his backpack and faced his tourmenter.  The taller boy grabbed the strap of his backpack and pushed his fragile body into the wall.  

"Kacchan.."  Izuku started, too body weak to even form a proper sentence.

"Fucking waste of space.  You can't even fight back."  he snickered, grabbing a handful of the fluffy curls.  He didn't bother to examine his victim, not noticing how how he was struggling to breathe because of a light panic attack.  Izuku let his body go limp, his automatic response to that level of assault.  "Such a los--"   He cut himself off, noticing the limp body.

Izuku had passed out.  He ran away from the boy in fear of getting caught.  He was a coward.

. . . .

"Katsuki, why do you smell like caramal?  Did you run home?"  Masaru, Bakugou's Father, called out from the living room.  He peeked his head around the corner of the light blue walls, curious.  

"I'M FI-- I'm fine,"  he toned his voice down, not wanting to be rude to his sensitive Father.  "Tell old hag that I'm not going to eat today.  I had a big lunch."  Masaru was slightly in surprised, mostly because he knew that Bakugou rarely skipped meals.  He did tend to do this when he was in a very bad mood, so it wasn't that much of a shock.

In all honesty, Bakugou wasn't in a terrible mood.  He was in a sad and somewhat horrified mood.  

In all his life, he'd never made Izuku panic to that extent.  He hit a new low and he knew it.  A knock came from his door.  

"Mmm?"  he grunted, signifying the knocker that they were granted access to come inside.  His door creaked open and he glanced up from his spot on his bed.  He was sitting on the edge of his bed, elbows resting on his knees.  

"Hey son."  

Slight pause.

"Dad."

"Want to tell me what happened?"  his Father asked, resting an arm gently on his shoulders.

"I...  I made Deku have a panic attack and pass out.  I was bullying him and I guess I wasn't paying attention because he started to have a panic attack.  When I finally snapped out of it he was limp in my arms.  I was a coward.... and I ran away."  he explained, obviously ashamed of himself.  Masaru smiled slightly, somewhat bittersweet.  

He knew his son had done more damage than he knew of since he didn't know about Izuku's Mother, nor about his Father, but glad he was acknowledging his faults.  He tilted his head and sat down in front of his son.  Tilting his head, he grabbed his hands and rested his elbows on his sons knees.

"You feel sorry, though, right?  If so, then apologize.  Sure you made a lot of mistakes, but the main point is that you feel remorseful.  You can buy a person all the things in the world, but nothing feels more genuine than something from the person them self,"  Masaru put his hands on his knees and lifted himself up.  "You and I are alike in more ways than one, and eventually you'll find out what I mean by that.  But for now, think about what I've said.  Dinner is on the table when you're ready."

"You and I are alike in more ways than one..."  Bakugou whispered to himself, glad that he now knew what to do about his relationship with Izuku, but another mystery was unfolded.

And he was determined to solve it.

. . . . 

how is masaru and bakuogu similar? 
what secrets are masaru hiding?
and what is bakugou planning on doing to repair
his relationship with izuku?
;)