Meet Me Backstage

Chapter Four: "Katsuki Bakugo."

Izuku was terrified, his voice stumbling on himself as he didn't know if he should look up or look down, slightly trembling at the chilling demeanor that surfaced the air around them, almost like a case that would keep them in there until Izuku was released. He staggered a bit before trying to glance behind the stranger for an excuse to leave. He gulped, a thick clump of mucus slipping down his throat roughly. The ash-blonde haired boy towered over the petrified boy underneath him. He let his hand wring itself out, it curling into a fist, it being so clamped his knuckles turned into a pale, icy white. He held onto the thought of beating the boy he ghosted over, then hesitating. He growled, pondering on what he was about to do, pulling back and gave off a small scoff. He glared at Izuku, giving off a small warning that could make Izukus neck hairs stand on end; "Piss off fucking nerd."

It sounded so foreign to Izuku, it almost hurt his soul. He wasnt used to hate like this, but he took it lightly and wore a weary smile, nodding as he scooted to the side, taking his luggage with him. He let out a shuttered breath, the fear choking him almost. He thought he was going to get embarrassed in front of the famous band, but he was glad he didnt. He felt crippled under the boys body, but it was over, gone and over. He inhaled, being relieved he made it out unharmed. He made note to himself to stay away from the mechanic, which was almost his main focus now.

The green blob resumed to his happy, bubbly, and cheerful self, his hair standing on end occasionally when he spotted the mechanic working around to fix, reinforce, or getting orders. He felt his breath hitch at the sight, making him slightly nervous. He could tell all the alphas around him were adults, but this one was a teenager his age. He shook off the sinful thought, just thinking it would be completely stupid since it would be a meaningless time, nevertheless entirely impossible. He tried his best to avoid the mechanic, but it failed most of the time, either ending up with the stranger cursing whenever he also spotted Izuku, or when Izuku yelped when he saw the familiar face again.

Izuku eventually pushed the thought off, trying  not to keep the stranger on his mind 24/7. He then gathered the courage to go up to some of the members in the league, his eyes gleaming up at them whenever he listened to answers to his questions. He always had his notepad in his hand whenever this happened, his hand jotting down every word the celebrity spoke, from every syllable to every hesitation. Once the "hero" was finished speaking, he would thank them by bowing down at least 20 times, an excited expression on his face whenever he skipped away.

After interviewing Midnight, known for her seductive outfit, he read over it to actually get the jist of what she said. He couldnt really understand it himself, but a bit after he walked, he bumped into a familiar presence. The mood automatically smacked Izuku in the face before literally running into where the vibes were coming from, making Izuku shiver and jolt back, skidding backwards a bit much, trying to avoid getting hit or cornered again. The blonde, this time, was overridden with anger, his hands punching the wall before stomping over to Izuku. The boys steps were like a stampede of horses, shaving off the grass underneath. He eventually leaned over Izuku, grabbing him by the collar. He scowled and bared his teeth, pulling Izuku up. "The fuck is your fucking problem you shithead?!" he blurted, his curses cutting through the air like daggers. He held his fist up, aiming it down at Izuku.

Izuku winced, closing his eyes tighter than a clam holding its shell shut. He felt no impact, rather, he was dropped. The mechanic was being called over by his boss, scowling whenever he heard his name. "Katsuki Bakugo! The hell are you fucking doing! Get back to work!" the mechanics boss called, his hands around his mouth to amplify the sound.

"Katsuki Bakugo.." he mumbled out, taking note on the mechanics name. It slipped off his tongue unevenly, glancing up to the Mechanic, "Kacchan." he said, more smoothly this time. He lit up, happily again, as if he met another celebrity. His glimmer then was shot down by Katsukis glare, only to walk behind Izuku to continue his path onto where he was going. "Dont fucking come near me, Deku." he spat out before finally disappearing behind a booth of one of the performers, Izuku leaving behind the last sight of the mechanics shoe, left foot, brown and finely polished? He noted that too, not even trying, it was just an annoying habit by now.

Izukus ears rang, almost burning a fire a rage inside of him.  He dowsed the feeling with happier thoughts like meeting more of the performers, except there was so many he didnt think he could get them all without missing the singers performances. Izuku gave of a sigh, not wanting to think of any more negative things that can make a change on his behavior or attitude to the performers he longed to meet after year after year. He let his mind fill in with more positive thoughts, then an idea popping into his innocent mind. He pouted, nodding to himself before he looked back down to the notepad, and to the performers.

He exhaled, then got back to work, or, his habit, writing notes and molding his lips to help his mind crank gears. But before all of that, Izuku flipped to a new page, writing Katsuki Bakugo, then the description, ash-blond hair, snappy and mean, crimson red eyes, slanted and furrowed most of the time, demeanor always negative or chilling to the bone. The notes were neatly labeled to the extent of sketching a drawing of him. The notes were ceased once he averted his attention to the few performers who allegedly walked towards him. He was greeted with fine regards, the few boasting about their achivements to the boy who had to flip from page to page as one hero transfered their spotlight to another.

Once all of the unorganized voices came all together to argue on their performances, the two words rolled off his tongue, the boy being unable to unstick from his thoughts. "Katsuki Bakugo. What a name,"