The Man Behind the Screen

Dog Days, and Shit Friends

BAKUGO'S POV

I hated my days off. They were a constant reminder of the fact that outside of my hero work, I had almost nothing. I had my parents and my dog. That was about it. I rarely saw my parents since they also liked to pry into my personal life too much. On the other hand, my dog was small and getting older by the day. He was a rescue I got four years ago. He's ten and a half now, and I know he doesn't have much time left.

Which is why on the days I did have off, I liked to get him outside and let him run as long as he wanted to. He usually wore himself out within twenty minutes but always came back in with a wagging tail and wide eyes.

After his time outside today, he chose to spend his time cuddling into the side of my leg on the couch. Despite having over fifteen bedrooms and eight bathrooms to roam, he was always where I was, which happened to be in the main living room. The T.V. had been on since I sat down, but I was barely paying attention. The news was covering a story from a few days ago when Dunce Face stopped a villain with a water quirk. The villain used the water in the fountain downtown to flood all the stores around. While everyone was distracted by that, he robbed a few stores before Dunce Face could intervene and stop him.

I don't see the big deal with a small villain, but people praised him since it apparently took a lot not to lose control of his quirk and fry everything and anyone in the water. He was interviewed before a few civilians were. Again, I was barely paying attention. I was too occupied with the group chat that was blowing up my phone, like usual.

Since the weekend was coming, Soy Sauce Face was trying to plan another party. At my fucking house. They could all have places as nice as mine if they worked a little harder. I don't always enjoy working twenty hours of overtime, but I do. I want better things in life, so I fucking work hard for them.

Before I could tell them to plan it somewhere else, the news drew my attention when I heard the annoying voice that's been floating in my head since my last patrol with Shitty Hair.

"I always hope for a boring patrol," Deku laughed nervously. Of course, he's still fucking nervous in interviews. "When us heroes have a boring patrol, it means that everyone is going home safe at the end of the night."

"If that were the case, don't you worry that all heroes would be out of a job?" The reporter asked before shoving the microphone back in Deku's face.

"I think I speak for most of us when I say that we would rather be out of a job than have people getting injured and targeted by villains."

Yeah, most of us.

"That's very noble." The reporter smiled. "Almost two years ago, you mentioned wanting to open your own agency. Is there any news on that? Are you still planning to, are have you and your wife vetoed the idea?" Deku cringed before frowning. He froze for a moment like he didn't know what he wanted to say.

He mumbled something inaudible to himself before replying to the question he was asked. "I still do plan to open a hero agency in the future. Although I'm not sure of the specifics yet, there will be a building in my name one day."

Before the interview could finish, Shitty Hair's ringtone rang loudly from my phone. My eyes flickered between the phone and T.V. while I debated which one of these terrible options sounded better.

It was a no-brainer that I would rather talk to Shitty Hair than continue watching Deku mumble random shit on the news. I clicked the green button on my phone while shuffling around for the remote to mute the T.V.

"Hello?" I questioned into the phone as my free hand finally located the remote and muted the T.V.

"Hey, you stopped replying in the group chat." Yeah, not shit.

"I'm not letting anyone talk me into throwing another party at my house. I don't have the time or energy for this shit."

Shitty Hair laughed loudly before replying. "Dude, when are you going to stop acting like we're forty? We're not even twenty-five yet; live a little! I know you're not doing anything other than watching T.V. with your rat next to you."

"He's not a rat!" I defended.

Shitty Hair, laughed at me while poking a little more fun at my dog. "Hey, you shits can have your party elsewhere," I told him as Chibi and I sat there content with each other's company. 

Hair for Brains started to try and back peddle. "Dude, I'm sorry, I called him a rat. He is a very manly dog." I could hear the extras in the background laughing. One of them even had the nerve to bark. "Guys, stop. He's never going to let us come back over again if you don't stop making fun of Cupid." They laughed even harder.

These fuckers are pissing me off. I now regret my decision to mute the TV. "His name is CHIBI!" I yelled so they could all hear me. I know he had me on speaker. "You bastards can fuck off. I got better things to do than talk to you, idiots. Dunce, next time you show your barking ass here, I'm gonna tell Chibi, 'get balls.'" 

He perked his little head up and tilted it with a small growl. "Dude, Bakugo, why so brutal, man? Down Chibi, good boy." He said through the phone. I ignored him as Chibi gave a warning bark. 

Something else caught my attention. I could hear pinky whispering. I knew it was her. She was the only girl there. "Oh, yeah, I almost forgot." I don't like the sound of that. 

I faked a big yawn real quick. "I'm gonna let you shits go. It's getting late." I don't want to give him a chance to ask whatever she wants to know. 

"Wait, bro, it's not even eight o'clock, and I need to ask you something." I groaned loudly. Here we go. "Dude, did you ever get the BY app?"

"The fuck you talking about? I don't need a Bi app. You idiots know I'm not Bi." I so should have ended this call on them right then and there.

"No man, not Bi, BY, you know B-Y as in Blindly Yours. The app I told you about. The one that doesn't have profile pics or any identifying information. The one people use when they want to get to know someone, not just looking for a nice hookup."

Now, I really regrate not ending the call.  "I told you I don't need a shitty app. Stop harassing me. You extras are as bad as the hag. I am ending this now, and NO! you can NOT have a party here."  They groaned in unison, "If you show up, I'll tell Chibi 'get balls' and pinky, don't think that means your safe. You have bigger balls than half the dumbasses you hang out with."

They were all voicing their protests at once when I ended the call. "Damn idiots," I mumble while pushing myself off the couch to feed Chibi. I turned to leave the main living room and head to the kitchen. "Come on, Chibs," I called to him but then stopped. Somehow I had the remote in my hand. I turned back to look at the TV. It was still on. There with that blindingly stupid smile, was Deku, still being interviewed. I am not sure why I can't pull my eyes away from him. My eyes landed on him for what I know was only a minute or two, but it felt more like fifteen. 

He took his gloves off for whatever reason, and I caught sight of his wedding band, and now even he is harassing without knowing it. This just pissed me off more. So what? He's married and has a kid. Who cares. He and his wife want to start an agency...blah blah blah. Tch, "whatever." I took one last look at him before turning the TV off and tossing the remote on the couch. "Come, Chibi, let's go eat." He followed me without fail. I got everything I need on four little paws, four little paws that will always follow me.