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Blackmail

Blackmail

"C'mon, brat."

Shinsou smirked and looked up from the rack of sweaters. A teen was dragging a little kid - his brother, probably - along by the arm. The kid had freckles and eyes fascinated by absolutely everything. He happily let himself be tugged through the mall, too distracted to use his legs properly anyways. Suddenly, he froze. His eyes shone and he nearly vibrated with energy.

"Kacchan! That All Might shirt." He pointed into the clothing store Shinsou was perusing. "Do I have it?"

The teen - Kacchan - also stopped. His eyes found the shirt and he headed automatically into the store. "Nope. And you can't get it cause I am."

"Kacchan!" the kid pouted. "I saw it first."

"Well they don't have brat kid sizes anyways."

"They have high-school me size!"

"I don't know what that is. You grow up to be a dweeb."

Well, that was odd. Shinsou knew fans got hard core, but he didn't think buying your older self clothing was normal. Though the kid's brother or whoever showed no signs of outgrowing the All Might phase so maybe it was a safe buy.

"That's not true!" the kid shouted back.

"Shut up and I'll buy you an ice cream."

There was a pause.

"Alright," the kid agreed happily, "I'll just come back and buy it, anyways. And then we can match!"

There was a small scuffle Shinsou couldn't see through the clothing racks. Wait. Why was he trying to watch like a creeper? Shinsou pushed the strange conversation to the back of his mind and considered a sweater with coffee scrawled across it in five different languages.

Half an hour later, Shinsou was sitting beside his shopping bag and waiting patiently for a tabby at the mall's pet store/cat rescue center to notice him. A blur of green barreled through the door. It was the kid from earlier, the teen hot on his heels. The kid made a beeline for an angry ball of fluff and the older blond scooped him up just in time to avoid claws. "Deku! Leave the fluffy fuck alone!"

Shinsou raised an eyebrow. "Should you really be cursing in front of a pre-schooler?"

Angry red eyes met his. Whoops. He'd said that aloud.

Shinsou looked closer. Wait. Now that the guy's face was twisted into a scowl he looked familiar. "You're the explosion kid from the hero course."

"Who the fuck are you?"

The little boy - Deku, Shinsou supposed though it wasn't exactly a conventional name - stepped forward and distracted the teens from their stare down. "Do you go to UA, too? Do you want to be a hero?"

Shinsou shrugged, uncomfortable with the joint question and the boy's enthusiasm. Then, Kacchan - Bakugou Katsuki he realized, now - recognized him. "You're the brainwash fucker."

The green-haired kid's eyes lit up. "Brainwash! That quirk's so cool. Tell me all about it. Can you brainwash multiple people? Have you ever made a villain turn themselves in? What happens if you use it too much? Do you get headaches?"

Deku looked like he was about to hyperventilate. The kid scooted into Shinsou's space and the purple-haired boy watched sadly as the tabby he was trying to befriend stood and wandered off. Shinsou glared at Bakugou with narrowed eyes. He owed him a cat. But the blond showed no signs of recognizing the tragedy his failure to control the green fluff ball had caused.