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

51- i've got you

M/n was getting used to the routine with his mentor Death Arms. A hard day of helping old ladies cross the road and halting small inconvenient crime led to a hearty dinner out and the young teen lofting his orange thumb, allowing the pro to ignite the end of his cigarette.

Although 'personal lighter' was never on his bucket list, he didn't mind helping out in any way he could. It's how any internship worked; work your way from the bottom to the top, taking on any measly task to one day accomplishing legendary acts of heroism. Well, that's the speech Death arms gave him.

'Legendary, my ass.' the teen thought as a mop rested by him, heating up the sixth coffee pot with his palm for Death Arms' employees, the evening was drawing in yet all the workers were craving caffeine for their overnight shift. "Here ya go, freshly brewed!" he yawned, pouring it out into the receptionist's cup, which she held out for him patiently.

"Thanks, Bakugou. You're a life saver." she sighed, resting back in her seat. "Mmm," she took a sip, "when did you get so good at this? If you were a civilian I'd reckon you'd make a great barista!" He chuckled at this and continued mopping the floor, dressed in his casual clothing- trousers and a polo shirt, the fabric swathed over his hard-working muscles. "Well, I'd probably be better at that than being a hero." he mumbled, squeezing the water out of the mop and wiping his forehead. 

He'd been up last night face-timing his twin to check in on him. He'd tried not to laugh at Katsuki's fresh trim, he'd really tried, and the younger brother had threatened many times to hang up if he continued rolling around laughing and clutching his sides.

"No, no, it suits you! It really does! It's very, um, mature!" M/n wiped away his stream of tears, "It's an abomination, I know it is, so shut the hell up!" Katsuki had screamed, yet a small part of him was glad to see his brother smiling carefree. "How's your internship with moody arms going, anyway?" He'd asked nonchalantly, wanting to know if his work was going any better, and it appeared Death Arms hadn't tried to alter his looks at all, which he was jealous of. 

"It's, um.." M/n eyes wandered off screen, knowing that Katsuki would probably demean his efforts and call it 'lame', "..going great. I pulled a woman from a car crash on Monday.." "Yeah?" "Then deactivated a bomb on Tuesday, whew, that was a tough gig. Hmm, saved a run-away tram on Wednesday..." M/n looked pensive, wondering if Katsuki could see right through him. "What a load of crap." He did.

"Fine, it's kinda boring, I light cigarettes and sweep floors. How's yours going, aside from this new, chic look?" They chatted and chatted until Katsuki's bed-time rolled around. "You're such an old geezer." M/n teased, "Shut up!" his younger twin seethed, now comfortable on Best Jeanist's fine silk pillows (ensured to keep his hairdo intact), "Goodnight." "Night. Hey-" Katsuki's thumb hovered over the call button, "What?"

"Will you let me know.. when you need me? Like, for anything at all. I'm here, y'know?" Katsuki stared at his older brother's face, showing a tired smile with heavy under-eye bags, clearly worn from all that sweeping. It wasn't necessarily a question, more a polite request. He knew M/n needed to be needed, he was feeling useless as always.

"Yeah, okay. I'll let you know. Can I sleep now, dumbass?" 

M/n was abruptly shaken from his thoughts when his phone vibrated in his back pocket. Retrieving it, he tapped in his password and raised a brow at the message.

It was a location stamp, sent from Izuku.

No message, no context, just a location. Some alleyway in Hosu City.

The hairs on the nape of his neck stood up, a prickling sense of dread filling his spine. Dropping the mop, it fell with a clatter to the linoleum floor.