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

43- And if only I could

"Everybody!" Midoriya yelled urgently to his class, catching the attention of All Might and other adults doused in guilt, "I think we need to get down! Now!"

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If something was to be precious, it needed to be dainty and uncorrupted. Right?

The toxic explosion that expanded from every pore of Bakugou M/n's body, as he remained curled up in pain from his brother's kick, was like a dome as it reached beyond its centre-point, beyond the festival's arena, and coated the city with a red sky.

The shape of the explosion was like a droplet of rain, and astronauts from far beyond would claim it was like watching a tear slip off the Earth's cheek and disperse into stardust.

Universe, so raptured in contorting the bonds of brothers and mangling the dreams of children, would see that the boy had made the sky cry with his big boom, rolling off in waves.

It wasn't the biggest he would produce in his life, but it was still great. 

Heroes and students alike gripped onto the ledges of their seats, a powerful gush of hot air shooting forward and upward like a homemade rocket.

Rattling a few inches above the barrier, clinging on for dear life, Uraraka for once didn't appreciate being air-borne.

Like when he was on All Might's back soaring over the city-scape, Izuku's teeth were vulnerable as his face practically peeled of his bones like old glue, stitched to the caverns of his eye-sockets, the air particles around his frame studded with glistening tears. Angelic as ever, even when watching the evolution of hell before him.

"You sadistic baSTARD!" Katsuki retched with his scratchy throat, rising shakily from his welched position- still not out of bounds, with his fingernails dug into the the cement like a cat being dragged to a steaming hot bath.

Panting lowly, M/n's body that ached a warm yellow light wavered on the spot, arms limp and head hung low.

The cameras (those that hadn't melted due to low-grade maintenance and cheap alloy) blinked like unconscious eyes and zoomed in through the hazy smog. Focusing on his bare chest, shirt long sizzled off, and the abs that stretched and groaned with every heavy breath over his exhausted corporeal cage.

He stood there and slowly raised his head to glare down at his brother, haloed by his yellow light like the sunset closing on their relationship.

Stiffly he began to contort his breathing (if he didn't, a panic attack was sure to creep up and strangle him) and his arms that begged him to stop flared up an orange glow.

As the blood red sky filtered back to its pastel blue, Katsuki shot off some explosions to manoeuvre himself away from his stalking twin and create a back attack. M/n stumbled forward like a zombie trotting after flesh, and his position made it look like he hadn't realised Katsuki was no longer in front of him.

Like a predatory bird, Katsuki's arms curved like a circle, as if in an epic snowball fight, and came crashing down above his brother's head with molten revenge. The audience held its breath, to see the older twin get his head put out ceremoniously.

That baited breath turned into a gasp as Katsuki's face was gripped by a tackling hand and held there mid-air. M/n, with his face still bent to the cement, held his twin's face like a baseball and with a roar of strength threw him away.

Midoriya gulped as he watched Katsuki's body get thrown away, and as he rolled inches from the disqualification line (which was crumbling away) he flung out a hand to stop himself.

M/n was a disorientated mess as he stumbled backward and fell on his ass. That explosion had knocked his soul beyond the plane of recognition, and he was grasping at every breath that slipped down his pharynx like a fish draining the ocean.