My Hero Academia (Anime only) Stories

His Squad

Summary:

Bakugou refuses to admit it out loud, but the four idiots who follow him around are his squad. He doesn't take kindly to people fucking with his squad. 

Ships:

BakuTodo

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Kaminari:

This is not the first time something like this has happened. Looking dainty and pretty is often taken as an invitation for people to take advantage of Kaminari. Most people assume he is easy to overpower because his muscles aren't obvious like Kirishima's or Bakugou's. That being said, he can hold his own in a fight, and he is well-versed in how to escape situations like these. In the past, his go-to was to approach strangers and pretend they were his friends to make creeps leave him alone.

This time, it's different. Kaminari is walking home alone from the store. It's close to curfew, and there are not many people out and about on the streets. His usual tactic of getting help from others is useless.

There's no way he can escape from three girls without using his quirk or harming them. Despite his flirty nature, Kaminari is a gentleman. Hitting a lady is his last resort. The only thing he can do is run. He's fast. Maybe he can find somewhere to hide.

He utilizes his small stature, he's often teased about, and slips between two of the girls. Other than Iida, Kaminari is one of the fastest runners out of 1-A, but the girls are hot on his tail. He drops his bag of snacks and fumbles his phone out of his back pocket. He dials the person he knows has the best chance of getting him out of this quickly.

"What do you want, Dunce Face?" Bakugou's voice is rough from sleep.

Kaminari doesn't have it in him to feel guilty for waking him up at the moment. "Bakugou, help me," his voice wobbles as he speaks.

Kaminari can almost see the way Bakugou snaps to attention. "What's wrong?" There's a shuffle on the other end of the line. Most likely, Bakugou is scrambling to pull clothes on.

"I'm being chased. Not villains. Just rabid fangirls." Kaminari pants as he skids around a corner.

One of the girls pulls slightly ahead of the others. "Chargebolt, come back! We just want to talk!"

"No, thanks. I don't feel like talking!" Kaminari puts on a burst of speed.

"Fuck, I'm on my way. I'll be there soon." Bakugou says.

Kaminari relaxes slightly at the sound of the dial tone. As long as he can keep running, he'll be safe. He has never been grateful that Bakugou forced the squad to get a tracking app on their phones, for when their "dumbasses inevitably get into trouble where I have to come to rescue you." Kaminari has complete faith that Bakugou will keep him safe.

Unfortunately, Kaminari didn't account for how cluttered alleyways and sidewalks can be when he chose to run. His foot snags on something, and he hits the ground harshly. Staggering to his feet, he ignores the pain in his palms and knees.

The girls are on him before he has a chance to move. They grasp at his hair and his jacket; one of them even gropes his ass. Yelping, he tries to get away, but the shrieking girls have surrounded him on all sides. He panics at the unwelcome feeling of all the hands roaming his body. More than once, he has to redirect a hand or two away from his crotch. The hands groping his stomach and pecs instead isn't much better.

One of the girls grabs onto the sleeve of Kaminari's jacket and tries to tug him closer to her. He takes his chance. He unzips the jacket and slips his arms out. Due to the sudden loss of weight, the girl loses her balance and falls backward. One of the other girls lets go of Kaminari to catch the first.