🍍Too Many Bakugos🌵

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(no art is mine)

oof

i'm so bored rn so i started writing a fanfiction story. i doubt that i'll have the confidence to publish it and leave it published, so idk if you'll ever see it, but that's what i've been doing for the past few weeks.

i decided that i do need to write something here though, so i made this.

and...

what the hell was i thinking?

it's mostly dialogue and it's longer than it should be.

i'm sure that i've seen this idea somewhere, but unfortunately i do not remember the original writer. the main premise is theirs but the words are mine. i give some credit to them.


What. The. Fuck.

"Okay, so maybe we should all calm down." Kirishima was standing around trying to calm down the loud blonds in the room.

"You still haven't answered, why are there way to many of...me?" said a Bakugo, pushing up his glasses, glaring at the other clones.

"It's fine, Bakugo was hit with a quirk. But which one of you is normal Bakugo," Kirishima said, scouring the room.

"I already told you shit hair," called a Bakugo in the back, "I'm staying in the fucking back."

"Stop being so vulgar and loud please, I'm trying to think," said a Bakugo, who was siting right next to the real Bakugo. He wore a strange metal clip in his hair.

"Don't fucking tell me what to do!" Bakugo yelled back, already lighting little explosions with his hands. The group of Bakugo's, except the one with the clip, started to light their hands with small explosions, ready for a fight. The Bakugo with the clip just rolled his eyes and scooted away.

Kirishima was still trying to calm everyone down when he felt a small force on his back. He turned around to see a Bakugo with pink nails and hoop earnings poking him.

"Y-yes?" Kirishima asked, trying to ignore the chaos in the background.

"Do you know how I can go home?" he said in the most innocent voice Bakugo has ever talked in. Kirishima blushed a little by how cute he was. He had the cutest little innocence in his eyes, pulling an answer out of Kirishima. He felt bad for only being able to answer honestly.

"No, I'm sorry," he said and watched the innocent Bakugo's eyes fall. He tried to fix it by saying, "But Aizawa Sensei is going to figure it out. We jut have to make sure all of you stay in the same room." The innocent Bakugo nodded, giving a little smile. The smile seemed foreign on Bakugo's face, but Kirishima was grateful he didn't hurt the childish Bakugo's feelings. The Bakugo gave the redhead a hug from behind and smiled into his back. Kirishima, being surprised at first, just let it happen. The gesture was nice. Until Bakugo found out.

"Hands off fucker!" he called from the middle of the room, the Bakugo with glasses on the floor pinned underneath him. Bakugo stood up, releasing the Bakugo with glasses and glaring at the childish Bakugo behind Kirishima. The childish Bakugo rolled his eyes and stuck his tongue out at Bakugo while he hugged Kirishima tighter. Kirishima wasn't sure what was happening, other than having pure daggers being shot right behind him. The childish Bakugo rested his head on Kirishima's shoulder, only to piss off the other Bakugos. Kirishima blushed at how unusually close Bakugo was.

"Um, maybe you should let go," the redhead whispered to the Bakugo in the back.

"Mmmm, why?" he said as he rested his weight on Kirishima. Kirishima tried to think of something to say while a Bakugo with a cap thew his necklace at the Bakugo with a pin. The Bakugo with the pin ripped the glasses off of aother Bakugo and threw them back. The two Bakugo's started throwing things and brought in other Bakugos until everyone in the room was throwing things. Even the innocent Bakugo let go of Kirishima and joined in. Kirishima was dodging pillows and picture frames while he scurried over, trying to find the real Bakugo. Eventually, the pale blond hair hurt his eyes, so he yelled for Bakugo instead.

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