My Hero Academia One-Shots

Masochist Bakugou

This is based on one of my comfort headcanons of Bakugou being a masochist

Class 1-A had just wrapped up their last class, gym. And all the boys except Bakugou had already left the change room and were now headed to the dorm rooms for the weekend.

Bakugou had been frustrated and agitated all day long, and as he finally had some alone time he leaned his back against the lockers, then sliding down them so he was sitting on the floor, back against the lockers.

"God fucking damnit." He muttered to himself frustratedly, rubbing his left wrist before putting his hand on his arm, setting off small explosions against his skin. The explosions gradually grew, causing him to flinch slightly but he didn't once remove his hand. The explosions got bigger and he had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from making any noise.

He felt something warm roll down his arm but he brushed it off, not caring too much if it was sweat or blood.

Suddenly he noticed someone was crouched in front of him, with a hand on the one he had on his arm. His explosions stopped, knowing who was crouched in front of him by the scars on the hand that was on his. It was Deku.

Deku slowly lifted Bakugou's hand away from his arm so he could see the damage Bakugou was doing to himself.

There was quite a bit of blood, his skin was slightly burned, and torn in a few places where the explosions had been worse. "Kacchan..." Deku spoke quietly, softly, still holding Bakugou's hand away from his arm, "What's going on, Kacchan?" He asked softly.

"It's nothing, just irritated..." Bakugou muttered, still staring at his damaged arm.

"About..?" Deku urged him to continue, he didn't answer, instead, trying to free his hand from him. "No." Deku said sternly, making Bakugou's movements freeze, "cmon, get up, I'm taking you to recovery girl." He sighed gently as he helped Bakugou up and out of the change room, still holding his hand.

After seeing Recovery girl they went back to the locker room to get what Bakugou had left behind, then making their way to the dorms. Deku didn't once letting go of Bakugou's hand. When we got to the dorms Uraraka walked up to the two boys. "Hey, Deku! What's wrong with Bakugou's arm?" She asked upon seeing the bandages on his arm. "You two weren't fighting again were you?" She asked disappointedly.

Bakugou looked away, keeping quiet. "No, Kacchan just got a slight injury, he's fine though." Deku smiled. "Why are you holding his hand though?" Todoroki asked, walking up behind Uraraka.

Bakugou tried to get Deku to let go of his hand, "let go, Deku." Bakugou muttered. Deku didn't let go, "unless you want to hold Todoroki's cold hand so you can't use your quirk then no." He said sternly. "No thanks..." Bakugou muttered as he stopped trying to get Deku to let go of his hand.

"What are you talking about, Deku?" Uraraka asked. "Why would you make him hold my hand, he'd just use his quirk on me if I even touched him," Todoroki said blandly.

"If someone holds his hand he won't use his quirk cause it doesn't matter how mad he gets he doesn't really want to hurt anyone. And if he holds your cold hand then he can't use his quirk, that's why they try to keep the dorms and classroom a little on the colder side all year round, so the explosions aren't that bad if he chooses to use his quirk." Deku explained, "now if you'll excuse me, I'll be back in a minute." He smiled before walking off, pulling Bakugou with him towards Bakugou's room.

Bakugou's room was freezing when they walked in, "now go take a cold shower, I'll be in the common room when you're done." Deku said, leaving Bakugou to shower.

After showering and getting dressed Bakugou walked out of his room into the common room, seeing Deku sitting on the couch with his hands pressed against Todoroki's hot side, he walked over behind the couch and put his hands on top of Deku's.

Deku jumped, "that's cold Kacchan!"

"You told me to take a cold shower, and my room is freezing, what would you expect?" Bakugou shrugged. Todoroki reached his hot hand up to Bakugou's and Bakugou quickly pulled his hands away.

"How's your arm feel?" Deku asked as Bakugou sat on Todoroki's cold side. "It hurts," Bakugou muttered. "I guess so, did you see what you did?" Deku asked sarcastically.

"Katsuki Bakugou, admitting he's hurt, never thought I'd see the day," Todoroki remarked. "Shut up icy-hot!" Bakugou barked.

Deku completely ignored the remark, "now are you gonna tell me why you did that to yourself?"

"It's not important." Bakugou huffed, looking away. "I'm calling BS on that, you tore and burned your skin, you probably didn't notice but there was a lot of blood, now why in the world would you do that to yourself?" Deku pushed. Bakugou rolled his eyes, getting up about to leave but Deku grabbed his bandaged arm. 

"That hurts!" Bakugou hissed, "maybe it wouldn't've hurt if you didn't do it, now why did you do it?" Deku was getting increasingly frustrated by Bakugou.

"Because I hate myself and I like the pain!" Bakugou shouted, ripping his arm away from Deku, the bandage falling off as he did.

Small drops of fresh blood rolled from the wound. Deku, along with everyone else in the common room was now staring at Bakugou and the wound on his arm, "happy?" Bakugou hissed, grabbing his arm and rubbing it a bit before turning and walking off to his room.

A while later there was a knock on Bakugou's door and he answered it to see Deku standing there. "Sorry," Bakugou muttered.

Deku looked like he was in the middle of an argument with himself before he finally looked up at Bakugou. Without giving him a chance to say something Deku quickly walked into Bakugou's room, closing the door and hugging him tightly.

Bakugou was slightly stunned by this but he didn't protest, he didn't even try to get Deku off him, instead, he hugged back, resting his head on Deku's fluffy hair.

"Don't hate yourself, or hurt yourself anymore, please. I love you and have never stopped, I will always forgive you, please don't blame yourself." Deku spoke gently, "well since you asked so nicely," he chuckled, "I love you too though, and I will never stop saying sorry for the hell I've put you through."

Bakugou could feel the smile spread across Deku's face, as he had it buried in Bakugou's chest, and it made a small smile creep its way across his own face as they stood there hugging each other.