My little brother.... and me....

Catch Me If You Can, Angry Pomeranian

Just when I think the worst is over, Bakugo—who's been silently stewing ever since Tsuki roasted him—suddenly slams his hands on the cafeteria table with a loud BANG.

"OI, YOU LITTLE BRAT!" he roars. "COME BACK HERE AND SAY THAT TO MY FACE!"

Tsuki, sitting comfortably in his seat, doesn't even flinch. Instead, he lazily meets Bakugo's furious gaze and grins.

"Aw, Kacchan. What's wrong?" Tsuki teases. "You upset because you're not exploding with charisma?"

It's like setting off a grenade. Bakugo's palms spark violently, and he shoots to his feet, teeth bared like an angry dog.

"YOU'RE DEAD, YOU LITTLE FREAK!"

Tsuki? Completely unfazed. He just winks at me.
"Time to stretch my legs."

Before I can react, Tsuki jumps up from his chair and takes off down the hallway, cackling like a gremlin.

"COME BACK HERE!" Bakugo bellows, launching himself into the chase, explosions propelling him forward with terrifying speed.

And just like that, it's on.

I bolt out of my seat, trailing behind them, knowing full well this is going to end in disaster.

"TSUKI, STOP!" I yell, sprinting down the hall.

My little brother glances back at me over his shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. "What? Can't let the Pomeranian catch me, bro!"

"WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!" Bakugo screams, blasting through the hall like a human rocket.

Tsuki is fast—too fast for a kid his size. He skids around a corner, dodging students and teachers with the agility of a squirrel on caffeine. Bakugo's explosions echo behind him like firecrackers.

"THIS ISN'T A GAME, YOU LITTLE PUNK!" Bakugo shouts, blowing past a wide-eyed Iida, who yells something about "NO RUNNING IN THE HALLWAY!" but is completely ignored.

Tsuki skids under a row of lockers, hops over a mop bucket, and somehow manages to moonwalk down one stretch of hallway just to taunt Bakugo further.

"You're slow!" Tsuki calls over his shoulder. "What happened to all that 'DIE DIE DIE' energy?"

Bakugo's roar of rage is enough to rattle the windows.

Dark Shadow floats next to me, laughing uncontrollably.
"This is amazing! I didn't know Tsuki had a death wish."

Tsuki darts down another hallway, and this time he pulls a move that only he would dare.

He bursts into an open classroom, slamming the door behind him—and Bakugo follows with an ear-splitting explosion.

Except... it's the teachers' lounge.

There's a split second of stunned silence.

Aizawa, Present Mic, Midnight, and a few other teachers turn slowly toward the door, coffee cups halfway to their lips. They blink at Tsuki, then at Bakugo, who is currently standing there with his fists smoking and an expression that says "I've made a terrible mistake."

Aizawa doesn't even look surprised. He just sighs and takes a long, slow sip of his coffee.

"Out."

"BUT—" Bakugo starts.

"Out." Aizawa's tone leaves no room for negotiation.

Tsuki flashes the teachers a charming smile, gives Bakugo a cheeky salute, and bolts out the door again.

"SEE YA, POMERANIAN!"

"THAT'S IT, YOU'RE DEAD!" Bakugo screams, resuming the chase without missing a beat.

I'm hot on their heels, panting and wishing I had explosive propulsion to keep up. Tsuki is practically flying down the hall now, laughing like the little chaos goblin he is.

Students scatter like bowling pins as Bakugo barrels after him, yelling a series of threats that are probably illegal.

"YOU BETTER RUN, YOU LITTLE TROLL!"

Tsuki skids to a halt in front of a vending machine, throws his arms out dramatically, and yells, "TIME OUT!"

Bakugo blinks, confused. "What the—?"

And just like that, Tsuki kicks the vending machine, causing a cascade of sodas to tumble out. He grabs a can mid-air, cracks it open, and takes a long sip as if this whole thing has been a leisurely jog.

"Hydration break," Tsuki says coolly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Bakugo's eye twitches so hard it looks like he's about to explode—not just literally, but emotionally and spiritually. "YOU. ARE. SO. DEAD."

Tsuki tosses the empty soda can into the recycling bin without even looking. "Catch me if you can, Boom Boy."

And with that, he takes off again, cackling wildly.

I'm starting to feel like I'm in some kind of absurd fever dream, chasing my little brother while my classmate tries to murder him, all while the teachers are just pretending this isn't happening.

Dark Shadow is loving every second of it. "I'll say this, Tokoyami—your brother is a legend."

"No," I mutter grimly. "He's a menace."

Finally, Tsuki makes a sharp turn and darts into a broom closet. Bakugo follows, slamming the door shut behind him with an explosion.

I stop, catching my breath, knowing full well what's about to happen.

A moment later, the door creaks open, and Tsuki steps out, perfectly calm and collected.

"Where's Bakugo?" I ask warily.

Tsuki shrugs. "Don't worry about it."

There's a faint banging noise from inside the closet, followed by a very muffled, "LET ME OUT, YOU LITTLE—"

Tsuki grins up at me, completely innocent. "He needed a timeout."

For a moment, all I can do is stare at him, half-impressed, half-horrified. "How do you even—"

"Trade secret." He pats my arm like I'm the little brother here. "Come on, bro. Let's get ice cream before Boom Boy escapes."

Dark Shadow is howling with laughter. "We HAVE to do this again!"

"No," I groan, dragging a hand down my face. "We absolutely do not."

And with that, Tsuki skips off toward the nearest exit, leaving me to deal with the fallout.

"Hey, Tokoyami?" Tsuki calls over his shoulder.

"What?"

"You chirped, by the way."

I hang my head in defeat. This kid is going to be the death of me.