Chasing Tinkerbelle (BakuDeku)

8 - Star Wars

"I'm going to say this as nicely as I possibly can," Izuku said as Katsuki caught a whiff of a vile odor that was vaguely familiar. "If you even think about calling me Tinkerbelle or say anything even remotely annoying right now, I will kill you!"

"I see," Katsuki murmured absently as he took in the scene and in less than thirty seconds, he realized that his cousin had seriously fucked up.

Men in his family didn't normally throw away food.

It just wasn't in their DNA to waste food even if it was past its expiration date and growing penicillin. They simply scraped the fungus off, covered it in hot sauce and savored it.

They didn't believe in wasting food, none of them did, but since Tenya had fallen in love with Ochaco and married her...

Well, they'd made an exception to that rule since none of them had the balls to tell Ochaco that her cooking sucked, especially the man that married her.

Most nights, Tenya was able to force himself to eat what his wife cooked, but some nights like the other night, the man couldn't force himself to do the impossible.

When those nights came, Tenya took the coward's way out and found a way to throw the leftovers out without Ochaco finding out.

Since he couldn't throw the food away at his house and take the chance of his wife finding out, Tenya usually brought the waste to one of the apartment houses and dump it in one of their cousin's trashcans, which was no doubt why Tenya had been here today.

The only problem it seemed, was that Tenya had royally fucked up tonight and placed the trash bags- filled with toxic waste in Tinkerbelle's barrels.

The weird, oddly discolored slime covered Izuku from head to toe, the ground that he was struggling to get off, his trash barrels and the trash that had spilled out from the bag.

Katsuki had seen a lot of things in the Marines, but this was easily the grossest fucking thing that he'd ever come across.

It was also probably one of the most embarrassing moments for little Tinkerbelle, he realized with a reluctant sigh as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone.

"What are you doing?" Tinkerbelle nervously demanded as he suddenly stopped trying to find a way to get out of the slimy mess so that he could watch his every move.

"My duty," he explained with a heavy sigh as he opened the camera app and did what was expected of him.

"You jerk!" Tinkerbelle screamed as he lunged for him, slipped and landed right smack dab in a large puddle of goo.

"Say it with a smile," he said, chuckling when Izuku looked up. Well, tried to at least, but with all that goo weighing his hair down in front of his face, it was kind of difficult.

"Put the camera away, Katsuki!" Izuku demanded, struggling to get to his feet only to once again slip in the goo, landing smack dab in the middle of it and forcing him to jump back to avoid the goop that was sent flying into the air with the boy's fall.

"It's not a camera," he felt obligated to point out, as he angled the phone to the side so that he could catch the goo-smeared-glare that Izuku was sending him.

"It's a- son of a bitch!" he shouted as a big handful of chalk white slime sailed through the air and nailed him in the shoulder.

"Put the phone away," Tinkerbelle said, swiping up another handful of that slime that he was going to kill his cousin for.

Any other man would have accepted defeat, put the camera away and made a quick retreat, but he was a Bakugo as well as a Marine, which meant that he was going to aggravate the shit out of Izuku for the sheer pleasure of it.

Chuckling, he ducked out of the way as the goop sailed through the air, snapped a dozen more shots, not really caring if they were good shots or not.

The only thing that he cared about right now was pissing Tinkerbelle off.

"Damn it!" Izuku snapped as he once again slipped in the goo, this time landing on his pretty little ass, causing the glob of goo in his hand to slide down his arm, adding an extra layer of slime to his skin and clothes that was going to be a bitch to clean off.

When the boy let out a defeated groan, he couldn't help but feel bad for him.

With a sigh, because he knew that he was going to miss out on some really good photo opportunities, he put his phone in his back pocket.

"Do you want some help?"

"Not from you," Izuku bit out as he tried to wipe his hands off on his pants, but by this point, it was hopeless.

He was covered from head to toe in the nasty goop.

"Oh, and why's that?" he asked, glancing at the garden hose and wondering if he should hose down this mess before the smell seeped inside the apartment house.

"Because I really just don't like you," Izuku admitted as he slowly got on his knees to give standing another try.

"Now, you know that you really don't mean that," he said, knowing damn well that Izuku did.

"Yeah, I really do," the small man said, finally managing to get to his feet.

"Are you planning on tracking that shit into the building?" he asked, gesturing to the white slime that was slowly traveling down his body, applying another, more even coat over his body.

"I'll wash it off," Izuku said defensively.

"How?"

Izuku's frown said it all.

Tink had no idea how he was going to get that shit off and to be honest, Katsuki really wasn't sure that water was going to do the job.

At least cold water wouldn't be able to get it off, he mused with a frown of his own when he felt a slight burning sensation on his shoulder right where the goop was.