#theconstellation

From the series : The Constellation

Katsuki grumbles under his breath as he pulls a hoodie over his head.

As he moves to grab his bag, he flinches when he is interrupted by a harsh cuff around the back of his head.

“What the hell, Old Hag?!!”

His mother huffs in annoyance and disapproval, pinning him with a harsh judgemental stare that leaves him feeling lacking.

He’s used to it though.

No matter how hard he tries, he’ll never reach his mother’s impossible expectations.

Kami knows he tried, when he was younger and still naive.

His whole life has been spent striving to be the best of the best, but apparently even that is not enough for the Old Hag.

His focus snaps back to said hag when she speaks while clamping a bruising hand on his shoulder.

“Stop fucking whining, Katsuki. You’re acting like a fucking brat. You fucked up, now face the consequences like a man.”

He chokes back a snarl, pulling away roughly.

“Shut the fuck up, Old Hag! I only did what you’ve expected of me my whole life.”

“The fuck do you mean, brat?”

“I was only doing what was necessary to become the best!”

“By being an abusive bully? What the fuck gave you the idea that what you did was alright?”

He scoffs, pushing the hag aside and heading for the door. “I thought you of all people would approve.” He spits, almost choking on the bitterness crawling up his throat, almost sagging in relief when he finally steps outside. “After all, I learned from the best.” He throws over his shoulder with a pointed, accusing look before breaking into a jog towards the police station.

By the time Katsuki arrives at the station where he is supposed to meet his community service handler, he’s panting heavily, sweaty and five minutes early.

He pushes the door open, swallowing his nerves harshly, because he’s Bakugou Kastuki and he’s not allowed to be nervous, he’s supposed to be The Best.

The officer manning the reception desk recognizes him on sight, reminding him of the fact that his face and story was still a hot topic on the media and social media platforms.

“You’re here.” States the officer in a bored, monotonous voice as he leans back in his desk chair that’s specially designed to accommodate the dolphin fin on the man’s back. “Good. We were worried you wouldn’t show up. Kami knows you wouldn’t be the first entitled brat to bail on his sentence. Never ends well for them though, you made a good choice, brat, deciding to come.”

He grits his teeth, biting down a retort and forcing himself not to lash out.

A heavily scarred man waltzes into the station, a smug smirk perched on his lips as he greets the officers who cross his path.

Spotting someone, Bacon Face waves in a direction that is vaguely behind Katsuki, the smirk on his face twisting his scars gruesomely.

“Hey handsome.” Bacon Face’s voice is deep and slightly raspy, somehow matching his looks. To be honest, Katsuki has been expecting him to sound like this going by the smell of cigarettes that seems to linger around the man like a second coat. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“Dabi. You’re right on time. I feel like I should try my luck with a lottery ticket because that’s a downright miracle.” Drawls a very familiar voice and he whips around, staring in shock at the number three hero, Hawks. “Also, don’t get your hopes up. You, me? Never gonna happen.”

“You sure?”

“Very. Some people would never approve.”

“Huh. Well, let me know if that ever changes.”

“Oh don’t worry, I will.”

Katsuki is surprise to see that Hawks is not entirely opposed to the idea, before he snaps back to his senses.

“The hell are you doing here?!” He blurts out before he can stop himself, snapping his mouth shut as soon as he realizes what he just said.

“Good morning, Bakugou." Hawks nods in greeting. “I’m your handler, and Dabi’s. You’ll be partners.”

“Wha– how? Why?”

“Your case is a delicate one to handle, kid.” He grins. “So here I am.”

“What about bacon face over there, then?”

Hawks grimaces. “He’s only cooperative when I’m his handler. His cooperation means less Endeavor merch stores going up in flames so…”

“… right. Not gonna ask.”

Hawks nods approvingly, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Master List

Official version on ao3 (it’s longer, Inko is a badass not abusive, and there’s more detail. Also Tsukauchi needs coffee and the machine is broken)

Eraserdeath

Welcome Home

Deafnote

Can it be considered a break-in if you have the keys?

Of Pretenders And Nightmares

Karma Is A Kid

Mastermind

No Turning Back

Calm Before The Hunt

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Mindheist

The Glorified Chicken, The Human Bomb And The Pyromaniac

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Heist

Daydream

The Constellation

This is it.

Tonight is the night.

Tonight, he will become an accessory to murder.

Tonight he will participate in the act of ending a life.

Is it bad that he feels a lot more excited than sickened about the fact that he’s going to tag along on an assassination mission?

Maybe.

Maybe not.

It doesn’t matter either way.

Deep down though, Izuku’s resolve to go through with this is strong and unwavering.

Shinsou Tsuzashi is going to die tonight.

Taking a deep breath to steel himself he slips on a baggy dark green hoodie. It’s part of the collection of custom designed and made hoodies that his dad ordered online, with him in mind. This one had dark purple cursive on the front that reads Improvised Villain Costume.

He’s worn it a few times and it already smells like home, like coffee and gun powder and cats.

The hoodie is warm, cozy and comfortable, on top of being practical enough to be worn in most situations, which is good because he likes the hoodie so much he catches himself wanting to wear it all the time.

Slipping on a black face mask, he pockets a knife Miko gave him, slipping another one in his combat boots while a third is sheathed snugly in the small of his back. He also grabs a can of pepper spray, just in case, and a few smoke bombs he and Nedzu made together during on of his lessons with the High Specs Quirk user.

Admittedly, it isn’t much of a villain outfit, but it’ll do just fine for now.

The outfit he designed with Midnight, Shouta and Nedzu’s help is still in the process of being made, so until then he’s alright with wearing the hoodie.

Though this reminds him that he should probably go through his father’s things, he knows the man owned a lot of useful gear, especially SCALES. But that can wait, he’s not sure if he’s ready to use them when he’s becoming a villain. Would his father approve? Would he even care? Midoriya Hisashi did have quite the reputation in the underworld. And it’s not like the man’s record was clean. Far from it actually.

… Yeah.

He’ll take care of his father’s things… eventually.

For now though, he needs to finish up getting ready.

He feels a thrill rush down his spine.

Izuku is going on a hunt tonight.

A small part of him, that’s not so small anymore, that’s been growing with every injustice and covered up crime he’s witnessed, can’t wait to see his prey’s blood.

By morning, his hands will be stained with it, forever.

And he can’t find it within himself to care.