Todoroki POV:
I hate this. I hate this. I HATE THIS. I hate having to pretend, pretending sucks for everyone but it's something we all have to do. I hate the fact everyone thinks I have to like and take care of all the littles just because of my classification. It's not my fault that they have something I never can, at least not for 2 years. That's when you can get retested, after high school.
Being wrongly classified as a caregiver sucks ass, Midoriya knows it sucks too but he still has it better being wrongly classified as a little. We both are actually switches but we HAD to lie, if we didn't the plan would fall through, switches aren't trusted to watch littles, so we unfortunately had to lie on the classification test and screw up our futures as heroes.
Midoriya and I were sat in the lounge of the LOV base, I hadn't known one of the new members would be my brother, once he got here since he was never classified, he got a private test and turned out to be a little. The new girl also turned out to be a little, which was unexpected with how crazy she seemed, I honestly though she would turn out to be neutral just like most of the league members.
Kurogiri was obviously a caregiver, I never thought of Shigaraki as the caregiver type, to me he always seemed more like a little or if you're pushing it a switch. Nevertheless, he's actually a great caregiver for Touya, who now goes by Dabi.
Hawks came back in through the door carrying a pizza, his hero salary helped us a lot with budget for plans and food and other necessities, my dad was also unknowingly funding our plans and needs. He thought it was for a club, the club in question? A training club, he wouldn't be their 'top sponsor' if it wasn't for me to 'improve my skills and get over this childish rebellion.'
"Guess who's back with food!~" Called Hawks from the doorway, Dabi came practically running from where he was in Shigaraki's room. He had a light blue pacifier in his mouth, and he was wearing one of his black hoodies that had safety pins in it, Hawks had heavily protested him getting it and wearing it in little space, that was until Kurogiri came up with the genius idea of gluing the safety pins closed so that there was no chance of them opening. I didn't fully understand that argument, wouldn't the staples that were keeping his skin together hurt more than a prick from a safety pin?
"Baby bird! How much did you miss me today? I hope not too much." He said setting down the food and lifting Dabi up and into a hug. He didn't respond and instead just wrapped his arms around Hawks' neck and rested his head on his shoulder.
I thought it was a little weird watching my older brother acting so, well, little. Midoriya nudged me from where he sat on the couch next to me, I looked at him and let out a hum of acknowledgement. "Are you feeling, okay? Remember, everyone here knows we're switches, if you feel little you can say something."
Now that he brought it up, I felt a little smaller than usual but shook my head anyway. "I'm not, so I have no clue what you're talking about."
"I know that look on your face snowflake, I don't mind looking after you, and don't you dare say the more you slip the more likely you are to do it in front of the class, we both know you're too overcome with rage to do that." He set his hand on my shoulder, but I shrugged it off.
"Shut up. I don't feel little so drop it." I said staring into his eyes, Hawks looked over to me and decided that this was his business.
"You shouldn't talk to him like that, Midoriya is just trying to help you, you should really be honest with him. All of us here know how much you envy littles who get to actually be little, and both you and I know that includes your brother." I wish he would shut up, I knew he was right. I just don't want to admit it.
"That's not true! I don't 'envy' my brother. I don't envy anyone." Hawks rolled his eyes at that but lightened up as soon as Shigaraki walked into the room.
He pointed to him and spoke in a voice as if he were talking to an actual baby looking at my brother "Who's that huh? Yeah, is that papa? Is it?"
I honestly had such bad secondhand embarrassment, Dabi was always embarrassed whenever he was showed any videos of him in little space when he wasn't. So that made it a bit better, I guess.
"What are you all even arguing about this time?" Shigaraki grumbled. I rolled my eyes, we weren't arguing, we were simply having a disagreement and that's a huge difference.
Before I could even say anything, Hawks answered. "He was just being disrespectful to Midoriya as usual." Shigaraki shook his head in disapproval.
"Peppermint, you should be nicer to him, I know you think he gets to live the life you want at school, but he doesn't want to act all the time there either."
"That's totally different handsy." I knew I had a point that neither of them could really deny at this moment. It wasn't fair and absolutely nobody could change my mind on that.
"It's not all that different." Oh of course Hawks, not very different that I have to act like I'm not a switch when everyone expected me to be one and I don't even like any littles other than Izuku. He doesn't really count though since he's also a switch.
"It is though! You just don't get it!" It seemed for once in my life I was genuinely angry. It seemed as if my frustrations were bubbling to the surface all at once.
"I get it more than you think I do. I think this little one gets it the most, isn't that right honey?" This was absolutely disgusting, Hawks was bouncing my brother around and had an obnoxious higher pitched voice while talking to him.
"Whatever, I'm leaving." I grumbled as I began to stand from my spot on the couch.
"And where are you going?" Izuku asked me, he was always worrying like that if I wasn't right there with him. Always texting me to make sure I was okay and indeed not killed or kidnapped.
"Walk." I replied with a shrug. I wasn't fully sure where I would be going, most likely I was going to go back to my dorm room.
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FanfictionBakugou is a little and kiri is a cg CLASSIFICATION AU I DONT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR ART