BAKUGOU. // Bakudeku

To Bakugou.

"DEKU, WHAT'RE YOU doing, dumbass?!" Katsuki exclaimed, before receiving a hard blow to the face. A single tooth flew out of his mouth, and his body was sent crashing to the ground. Deku's body collapsed, his head pounding as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

"Did I...Did I just hurt Kacchan?"

Switch smirked at the sight before him. "Took long enough. He really is the best distraction for you huh, Explosive Hero Bakugou?"

Katsuki stood to his feet, wiping at the blood that trickled from his mouth. He grinned. "Your quirk is so tacky and underhanded, just like your tactics to win. Fuck you."

Ignoring the terrible pain that receiving a Detroit Smash to the face caused, he raised his hands, emitting a large blast.

"Kacchan...!" Izuku yelled, his lip trembling. "I'm sorry-"

"Shut up, idiot." Katsuki's eyes narrowed, his gaze set ahead. "Just get up and we'll get this shit over with."

From her position a few feet away, Jiro gritted her teeth. It was way too quiet on the other side. She turned her attention to Bakugou. "Bakugou-san! Look out-"

"What the fuck-" Katsuki hissed, his body suddenly surging on its own towards Uraraka and Froppy's location.

"Fuck's sake," Izuku seethed, clutching his head and fighting the overwhelming exhaustion that crept on. He stood, his muscles aching as he sped off at lighting speed to catch up.

He took the bait.

"Nice." Switch held his arm, his hand reaching outward. Jiro's eyes widened.

"Now we'll finish it."

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"You're my image of victory."

"Kacchan--!" Izuku screamed, his hand reaching forward, his body emitting a glow as crackles of energy sparked about him.

For better or worse, Kacchan never cared what other people thought, and I thought that was so cool.

"Deku-kun," Ochako groaned, her eyes struggling to be kept open, her head light as it bled, her voice strained. She shook her head. "Don't..."

"I want to beat you and surpass you, dumbass!!"

Claw's grin widened as he caught Bakugou in his hold, his fingernails digging into the skin of his neck. Wasting no time, he latched the quirk sealing handcuffs onto him. "Try to get him if you can, hero."

"Kacchan...I like you."

Katsuki raised a brow. "No shit. You've been obsessed with me for years now-"

"Not like that!" Izuku interrupted, and Katsuki's eyes widened. "Not like that."

"Like what then, ha? You trying to waste my time or somethin'?"

Izuku gripped his shirt, his hands trembling. "I've loved you. For years. I still do." Tears filled his eyes. It was their third year at U.A., and it had taken months of practice to be able to face Katsuki in this light.

"Please. Please don't be disgusted with me," Izuku said, his voice breaking. Katsuki's silence was killing him.

"What the hell?" Bakugou's brows furrowed in deep confusion. "Why are you telling me that? I already knew that shit."