#bakusouu

Again. They were screaming at each other again. His brain hadn’t even caught up to half the words that he’d called Katsuki this time, and he wasn’t even sure why they had started fighting in the first place. Probably something he’d done, because everything he did seemed to set the blonde off. He had tried to play nice. To tip toe around him and try his best to make himself as small as possible while the other was around. But of course that didn’t always work. 

What ever rant Katsuki was on, Izuku had tuned out and he was watching the fire in those shining red eyes. Had they always shinned like that when he was angry? He watched intently as Katsuki’s teeth were bared for a second before he swallowed and went right back to claiming that Izuku was a loser, or whatever he was saying. 

Then Izuku had had enough. 

He took a step into Katsuki’s personal space, grabbed a handful of his shirt (which would have been easier if the other teen wore the damn tie he was supposed to), pressed him back against the wall and pressed their lips together. A part of his brain knew that it was going to end with an explosion and he would have to seek out Recovery Girl for the burn damage to whatever part of him Katsuki aimed at. But it ended the argument.

He could actually hear himself think…

Or was that just his heart hammering out of his chest?

He wasn’t sure and he pulled back, trying his hardest to catch his breathe as he did so. He was ready for whatever counter attack, Katsuki had planned. Well, physically he was. Mentally and emotionally, he doubted he ever would be ready for it.  

Shouto was just reading a book as he sat next to Bakugo, no real need to have a conversation with the other. He simply kept his eyes on the book he was reading and tuned out the rest of the ride back to the dorms. Shouto did however noticed the small yawn that came from the other.

Shouto just gave a side eye to Bakugo before returning to his book.

Shouto did jump a small bit when Bakugo leaned against him, let alone buried his face into Shouto’s neck. Shouto was frozen in place, he was confused and his chest tighten just a bit. Shouto looked at Bakugo before returning to his book, He had realized that Bakugo had leaned against his fire side. But that hadn’t bothered him, the fact that Bakugo was actually asleep on him with his face buried into his neck is what bothered Shouto. Shouto was very unsure of how to deal with it other then maybe brushing off the moment after they get back to the dorms.

   So, maybe he was a little bit stuck on the homework. Which- didn’t happen terribly often, but there was always and odd case here and there. 

                 Luckily, he could seek help from the other student within the room.  Not so luckily, he wasn’t sure if he’d get it considering who it was. 

“Okay okay... I don’t think I can keep up. Are you happy now?” He collapsed back on the grass, closing his eyes and gasping, trying to catch his breath. His shirt was steaming slightly from Bakugou’s attacks, but he was mostly unhurt. Other than being completely out of breath from having to dodge so much. “Maybe wearing the weights on my legs as I dodged your attacks wasn’t such a good idea...” He hissed as he slowly got up, rubbing at his ankles and unattaching said weights. Bruises already starting to form.

“I... I can’t anymore... just kill me now..” He was exhausted and out of breath, having run more than he had well... ever. Laps around the school had sounded like a good idea to get rid of some excess energy, but now he was regretting it. He hadn’t even seen Bakugou before he had collapsed in the grass, only noticing him once he had caught his breath some and reopened his eyes. 

“Oh Kacchan... what are you doing out here?”

 Izuku was an honest person. 

    He was, make no mistake about it. However, in traveling the fact of the matter was that he was often times rather low on money as well. Unavoidable, given the fact that he didn’t often spend too much time in the same place. So, he did other things to compensate for a lack of steady income. This could range from a variety of odd jobs to selling certain items and a few... Well, more unconventional methods. 

     This included, occasionally, preying on those who had an oversize ego or simply viewed him as less capable due to his smaller stature. 

 Now, there was a very genuine effort to keep from taking from those who were good people. It wasn’t as though he was trying to hurt anyone, it was just nice to keep a few people humble. Which meant, yes, that when a stranger or two in the tavern seemed to think he was incapable of winning in an arm wrestling contest he proved them wrong. 

                                                                                                         And made a profit from it. 

  Of course, in his defense, he never made an effort to act simpering. If he had a bit of a baby face then that was just nature at its most basic. 

       He offered a small laugh as he made his way back to the bar, shoulders lax and body empty of worry. Should someone hold a grudge he wasn’t particularly worried, he was more then capable of holding his own in a fight.