Aniki // bnha x Bakugou!twin reader// ‼️Ended ‼️

2- fight or flight

M/n was nearing Tatooin station on his walk home, that brat of a brother had obviously stomped off with his friends. As always, a deep guilt wallowed in the older twin's gut; why was Katsuki so bitter? That sharp tongue of his really did cut Izuku down, the poor boy was hassled enough.

It was so much simpler when they were young, without quirks, standing as equals. But as nature was to command, M/n developed his quirk first. A few months later Katsuki got his- he would never forget the shimmer in Kat's eyes that day, it sent shivers down his spine.

And Izuku. Sure he was weak, but what had he done to not deserve a quirk? The kid was kind, kinder than most; stuck up for those on the verge of collapse, studied hard, paid attention to the little things. Izuku's strength wasn't like the Bakugous'... It was within, and M/n admired that.

Glancing up at the sky, crossed over with telephone wires and flashing billboards, he sighed. I'll talk with him, make sure he thinks before he speaks... as if he'll listen though.
No he'll listen, he'll ignore it, but it'll hopefully grow over time. He's still growing.

                               くコ:彡

In an alleyway nestled within the station, the younger twin and his two lackeys strode along as the leader gripped a drinks can.

"Hey Katsuki, aren't you and Midoriya supposed to be childhood friends?" The shorter haired male asked the blond,

"Yeah you went a little overboard today don'tcha think?" the other remarked. Bakugou tched and rolled his eyes,

"It's his fault for getting in the way," he growled, "and he's only safe because he hides behind my brother," with that Katsuki angrily kicked an abandoned bottle, the green  liquid within it exploded, disturbed by the force of an agitated teen.

"Why don't we get our mind off it- let's go to the arcade, yeah?" The shorter haired male suggested. The two extras discussed cruising for chicks, the blond argued, not wanting a speck of dirt on his record. The can in his hand long discarded and burnt due to a mini explosion from his palm.

The teasing atmosphere was brought to a standstill as extra #2 shakily pointed a finger behind Bakugou.

A gelatinous form arose, a mutation of slimy tendrils, rows of blunt teeth and bulging eyes. It seems what was in that bottle should've been left untouched. It smacked it's non-existent lips. "Perfect. An invisible cloak with a great quirk." It chuckled at it's fortune of finding such a good meat suit, better than that scrawny kid from before.

Katsuki's eyes widened as his friends scattered. Looming over him was this thing, gnashing it's teeth in glee. He couldn't help but feel incredibly struck by fear and loneliness.

                          くコ:彡

Scratching the back of his undercut, M/n struggled with what to buy at the vending machine.

A prickly sensation errupted in his palms, "Tch," he scratched at his hands distractedly, until the feeling made him realise. Making eye contact with his reflection he let out a shaky breath, "Katsuki."

As M/n's feet pounded on the pavement, an explosion went off further in the city. That's when he knew and picked up the pace.

Scattered civilians watched on in horror as a swarming mass of sludge tangled a young boy within its firm grasp. A few heroes attempted to relieve the hostage, but his onslaught of defensive explosions and the villain's unpredictable fluids kept them helplessly at bay.

As another explosion weakly rang out, a blond teenager fought through the crowd, his searing hands batting away the adults trying to restrain him.