#shbk

The first time Hitoshi met Bakugou Katsuki, he’d called him arrogant, sent him a challenge, and basically pulled every trick in the book to piss him off. To him, Bakugou had been someone who had everything handed to him on a silver platter—a powerful quirk and enough strength to make it into the hero course—where Hitoshi had to fight tooth and nail for every little thing in his life. He’d thought it’d be just that—a clash with the angry boy, and maybe another face-off at the Sports Festival—but it seemed that there were more situations where they’d meet. Far too many odd run-ins which left him frustrated and confused. Coincidences. Perhaps there was something bigger at play. It didn’t matter, he supposed. What did matter was the fact that Hitoshi had gotten to know Bakugou on a level far more personal than he could have ever anticipated, and he’d discovered that they had a lot more in common than meets the eye.