The Legend Lives in You

by Fandom_Compass

Summary:

Bakugou Katsuki exploded all his bones. That’s what the doctors told him. His quick had evolved. Become too strong for his body. That’s what they said. He wasn’t so sure. He had a sneaking suspicion that it had to do with that hobo in the alley.

Notes:

This is my first planned fic. I appreciate any love!

Edit: this fic was going to be much longer, but I've kind of lost it, so it will have a very shaky ending. I don't really like leaving stories like this, but I also don't want to leave it unfinished. Please keep that in mind as you read.

Chapter 1: It’s cannon without the blond idiot. Oh wait...

“If you really want a quirk, take a swan dive off a roof and pray for a quirk in your next life!” 

 

Small explosions popped in his hands as Bakugou stood in front of a cowering green-haired boy, his voice echoing in the empty classroom. For a moment, the world seemed to still as both of the boys realized what the blond had really said. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife. The only sound was the green-haired boy’s labored breaths echoing around the room, and the quiet moldering of Bakugou’s hands. Bakugou, breaking the silence, stalked out of the classroom, stuffing his hands in his pockets. 

He walked out of the school, heading down the street towards his house, the extras that followed him around trailing behind him, talking aimlessly. But Bakugou wasn’t listening. 

Why did I say that? Did I really mean it? Ugh, Deku is so stupid, making me think of these things. Who would care if he actually did it? He’s just a quirkless weakening after all. A pebble in my path to greatness. Maybe now he’ll stop trying to be a hero. Serves him right. Quirkless weakling.  

He was knocked out of his thoughts as he was walking down an alley, the extras asking him something. 

“Hey Bakugou, want to head over to the arcade? Maybe there’ll be some cute girls.” Bakugou felt annoyance burn inside him. 

“Idiots! If we get caught I can get a black mark on my record! If I’m going to get into UA, I can’t have that on my record!”  Distracted by yelling them out, he didn’t notice the soda bottle he had just kicked down the alley had burst open, leaking a dark green goo. Letting off a small explosion, he didn’t notice the sludge forming, looming over the boys in the alley, casting a shadow.  

“A perfect skin suit… and with a good quirk to boot! Perfect to get revenge on that guy !” the sludge roared, lunging forward and wrapping himself around the boy. Bakugou felt a pang in his chest as slime slithers down his throat, the smell of sewage filling his nostrils and filing the back of his throat. He heard the extras yell, but he ignored them as he grasped at the slime, trying to get it off. The fear in his chest grew as the sludge forced itself deeper into his throat. He tried to let off explosions to hurt it, but the sludge didn’t budge. Black spots began to appear in his vision as he let out bigger explosions. The sludge tasted like rotten eggs and fruit, and the fear in Bakugou’s chest swelled as a sickening boom filled the air and everything went black.

—-------

When Bakugou woke up again, he was drowning. The sludge filled his lungs, surrounding him and restraining him. He could still see though. All around him, fire raged and rubble was everywhere. His quirk went off erratically, and with little control. Bakugou spotted heroes on the sidelines, keeping back the crowd that had accumulated. How long had he been out? Well, it didn’t matter, he needed to escape. 

Why weren’t the heroes doing anything? Backdraft was trying to put out the fires, and Kiamu Woods was rescuing people, but what about him? He was fighting the monster, clawing at the sludge. Some of the heroes were just standing around, and he heard one of them say something about not having the right quirk. Which was bullshit. Would they just not save someone because they didn’t have the right quirk? He would fight even if it was a bad matchup. What a bunch of losers. 

He would get out of this himself! He could do it! He was the best! Letting out another explosion, he tried to get the slime off, but ultimately failed. The feeling of fear growing in his chest was starting to grow familiar, and Bakugou didn’t like it one bit. He continued letting out explosions, trying to get the sewage out of his lungs. Then, a yell rose from the heroes, and Bakugou turned to see a familiar mop of green hair running towards him.

Deku. 

What the hell was Deku doing? Did he want to get himself killed? His mind briefly flashed to the classroom where he had told the nerd to kill himself. Was this really it? Was Deku going to die right in front of him as a victim to the same thing that he had? 

But then, in true Daku fashion, he threw his ugly yellow backpack at the villain’s eye, making it yell in anger. The sludge loosened around him as it lunged forward to try and attack Deku. Taking a chance, Bakugou ripped at the sludge, breaking his mouth out of the thing and taking a deep breath of smoke- filled air. In the corner of his eye, he saw Deku attack the monster with a pencil, stabbing it’s eye. Why didn’t the Pro’s think of that? Passed Bakugou's mind as he struggled out of the slime, falling onto the pavement. 

“Deku you idiot!” 

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A short time later, they had both been seen by the paramedics, and they were talking to the heroes at the scene. They were kissing his ass, talking about his great quirk and how he should come work for them after he graduates. Like he was ever going to do that. He was going to be the best! He didn’t need any of these weak extras dragging him down. Not talking to any of them, he glared over to where Deku was sitting. 

The teen was being berated by the other heroes, looking embarrassed as Death Arms told him how he could have been killed. Again, Bakugou wondered if that had been the plan all along. No, the nerd was just being a heroic idiot again, same as always. The nerd deserved it, trying to be a hero. He could never become a hero without a quirk. Glancing back, he noticed that the teen was gone. Must have slipped away when the pro’s weren’t looking. Stupid Deku. When the heroes finally let him leave, he stalked down the street to his house, the sun setting. The sidewalk was deserted, save for one person. Deku.

The green haired boy was trudging down the road in a similar direction to Bakugou, since their houses were near each other. Similar to how the fear had grown in his chest when the slime villain had appeared, Bakugou felt anger and frustration grow instead. 

“Deku!” he yelled, fists clenching. The boy turned, eyes widening at the sight of the blond. 

“Ka-” he began, but Bakugou cut him off, looking at the ground. 

“I didn’t need your goddamn help, Deku! I could have gotten out on my own! I didn’t need your quirkless, useless ass to get me out of that thing! Why the fuck did you help me? I didn’t ask for your goddamn help!” no explosions sounded, for some reason, as the two boys stood in the street, silent. 

“Because you looked like you needed help.” 

The response was firm, confident, and very unlike Deku. Bakugou was so stunned that he froze, not looking up.

“You had a look in your eyes that just screamed ‘help’ and I knew that I needed to do something… and my feet moved. ” Bakugou was floored. How was someone supposed to respond to something like that? Anger built inside of him again, burning away everything else, like a hungry forest fire. 

“I’m going to become the best, you got it Deku? Stop looking down on me! You’re nothing but a pebble in my path!” And with that, the blond turned, opting to take the long way home. He didn’t look back, but if he did, he would see the face of someone who lost everything. 

——-

Stalking around the corner to his house, and passing an alley, Bakugou heard a groan. It was low, but Bakugou has been training his situational awareness, and picked up on it. Turning to the sound, he peeked into an alley and saw a man. He was wounded, blood covering the floor of the alley. He was like a walking skeleton, a shock of yellow blond hair was also stained with blood. What the hell?... Bakugou thought. 

 

Chapter 2: The detective, the fanboy, and the idiot

Summary:

We get to see Bakugou be the angsts teen we all know he is, the detective is worried for his friend, and Izuku makes a decision.

Notes:

I wrote this in an hour. Enjoy.

Bakugou stared at the man for a moment before realizing that there was a man bleeding out in an alley and he should probably call the police. Kneeling near the man, not getting too close, he tried to wake him.

“Hey! Wake up you hobo!” The man was unresponsive. Bakugou cursed and took out his phone, ready to call the police, when a bony hand grabbed at his wrist. Eyes shooting up, he saw that the man had awoken, and was looking at him in scared eyes. 

He opened his mouth but only a raspy sound came out. Bakugou tried to rip his wrist out of the man’s grasp, but it held firm. What the hell? This guy is strong! Bakugou struggled a little more, but then the blond man pulled him in, as if to tell him a secret. 

“What the hell-” before the boy could get another word out though, the man had shoved two blood-covered fingers into Bakugou’s open mouth. Bakugou scrambled back, yanking his mouth off the fingers.

“What the hell? Get the fuck away from me you pedo!” He scrambled to his feet, his mouth tasting of dirt and blood. Pausing for a moment, he heard the man say something. 

“Gran Torino… find Gran Torino.” His voice was raspy, as if he hadn’t had water in ages. He cursed colorfully as he stumbled out of the alleyway and out onto the street again, adamant to get home, and forgetting all about the man bleeding out in the alley. He had had a very long, very exhausting day. And he really needed a bath. And maybe some spicy curry. That sounded nice. 

——-

Tsukauchi rubbed his temples, calling his friend’s phone again. And, just like every other time in the past hour, he had gotten nothing but voicemail. He had tried calling his home phone and even his agency, but no one had seen the large man in several hours. How the hell does the number one hero just, go missing?  

It wasn’t possible. Unless he was abducted (unlikely. Who would have the balls to kidnap All Might? (Well, there was one man, but he had been dead for five years) or he was dead. (More likely than the detective would care to admit. He tried to act strong, but he knew that Toshi was working on fumes at the moment. Most of the time, he looked like he could kneel over at any given moment.)

He sighed, taking a deep breath, a sip of coffee, and tried again. Hopefully, the man had just simply not remembered where he put his phone. Wouldn’t be the first time. 

———-

Izuku looked at the posters that covered his walls. They were smiling back at him, not knowing that it would only make everything worse. Before, the smiles were reassuring, telling him that, despite what everyone said, he could still be a hero! 

What a joke.

It was like Kac- no. He didn’t deserve a familiar name like that. Not after today. It was like Katsuki always said. Quirkless people can’t be heroes. All Might had said so himself. He was just a useless Deku. 

Now, the posters and the smiles seemed mocking. Anyone can be a hero. Except for you, of course. You’re just a Deku. It made Izuku sick. Looking around, he noticed exactly how much All Might merch he really had. It covered his walls, he had a lot of figurines, and a whole bunch of limited edition stuff. I wonder how much it sells for on the internet. Izuku thought as he gently ripped the first poster off the wall, careful not to tear it, but still fast enough to be satisfying. 

The sound of it coming off the wall was satisfying, and a bit of weight seemed to lift from his shoulders and a small smile formed on his face. If I can’t be a hero, maybe I’ll find another way to help people. Izuku thought.

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Bakugou got out of the shower, toweling off his hair, and went into his room, throwing on one of his dozens of black skull shirts and a pair of boxers, laying on his bed to scroll aimlessly through the feeds on his phone. 

Even after brushing his teeth twice, and eating a meal, Bakugou still felt the taste of the man’s blood on his tongue. It was strange and uncomfortable, like someone had stuffed a whole bunch of pop rocks in his mouth and made him chomp down. He didn’t mention it to the old hag, who was already freaking out over him getting caught in a villain attack. Didn’t she think that he could handle it? His quirk was perfect to defend himself! 

And yet it was Deku that saved you in the end. Whispered a traitorous voice in the back of his mind. The knot of confusing feelings in his chest swelled, and Bakugou pushed back, stuffing the feelings back into the box where they came from. Stupid Deku. He thought. Making me feel these things. I shouldn’t feel this. I’m going to be the best! I can’t be #1 if I use my feelings!  

Growling, he put his phone down so as to not fling it across the room in his rage. Sitting up, he let off a few sparks, just to burn off the excess sweat. Suddenly, a sharp pang came from his wrists. Stopping his quirk quickly, he grit his teeth at the pain. Looking at his wrists, they seemed to be bruising, and his forearm showed signs of muscle strain. What the fuck? 

That had never happened before. Maybe he was just tired from all the explosions he put out earlier, so the pain was coming back now, after all the adrenaline had faded. 

Yeah, that’s it. I just need to rest . Bakugou decided. Plus, it was late already. Glancing at the clock he saw it read 8:56. Definitely very late. Tucking into bed, he cradled his hands in a safe position, and quickly fell asleep, ready to leave the day behind him. 

 

Notes:

I honestly have so many ideas for this fic I can’t wait.

Chapter 3: No Bones Day

Summary:

Bones go burr and our detective gets some bad news.

Notes:

Another midnight post. How consistent of me.

A few days had passed since the villain attack, and Bakugou had a few more problems than he would have liked. The extras had been even louder lately, always asking him shit and bothering him. His parents were being a lot more clingy too, always asking him where he was, especially his old man.he was always asking him how he was feeling and all that touchy-feely shit that Bakugou didn’t care for at all. It was starting to get on Bakugou’s nerves.

Then there was Deku. The nerd seemed to be even more quiet than before, even stopping his muttering in class, and disappearing the moment the bell rang. He seemed happier too, always scribbling away in a new, unburnt notebook. And it was pissing Bakugou off. Just the other day, Bakugou had tried cornering him in alley to ask him what the fuck was going on, but when he turned the corner, the nerd was gone. How dare the nerd ignore him! Did he think that he was too good for him? Deku was nothing but a quirkless loser! Bakugou was going to be the best! The knot of anger in his chest swelled, familiar and angry, his fingers itching to blow something up. 

And that brought Bakugou to his next, and most frustrating problem. His quirk. He had barely been able to use it, as any attempt resulted in the painful pangs that he had felt the night of the attack. He had massaged his wrists, did exercises, and even looked online, but there was nothing that helped. When he wasn’t using his quirk, he was fine, it didn’t hurt at all. But the second that he let off a few sparks, it felt like his hands were on fire. And it was pissing him off! What the hell was wrong? It was then that the bell decided to pull him out of his thoughts, and a speck of green caught his eye. He smirked, forgetting his initial dilemma in favor of going after the other teen. Deku wasn’t getting away this time. 

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“You think that you’re better than me, hah? Stupid Deku! Who the hell do you think you are, disappearing all the time like that! You think you are so great that you can avoid me? Still trying to play hero?” shouted Bakugou, pushing the green-haired boy against a wall. The shorter boy was trembling, trying to make himself as small of a target as possible. 

“N-no! I wasn’t avoiding you at all! I just thought you wouldn’t want to talk to me after what happened. And I- I’m not going to be a hero. I know that now.” Bakugou was stunned for a second. It had never occurred to him that Deku would actually stop trying to be a hero. Taking advantage of his stunned silence, Deku continued. 

“I’ve stopped trying to be a hero. I did some research, and I want to go into support. My dream won’t affect yours at all, Katsuki. You’re going to be the greatest hero.” The speech left Bakugou with his jaw almost touching the floor. Then, as the rest of his brain caught up with what the teen had said, the knot in his chest exploded, and, in his moment of rage, he forgot something very important. 

“What the hell did you just call me?”

In his anger, he forgot that he couldn’t use his quirk and ignited the sweat on his palms, creating a large explosion.

In the span of a moment, he remembered why he had so much built up sweat, and felt his arms erupt in blinding pain. Then he fell, into a dark, painful void, and he swore that he could hear a voice yelling in pain. 

 

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At this point, Tsukauchi was ready to lose his mind. The number one hero was missing. There was no doubt about it. And there wasn’t a lot that they could do either. The public was starting to ask questions, and things were not looking good. They had searched everywhere, all of his houses and penthouses, they had almost torn the agency apart, and studied every single inch of his patrol route. There was nothing. Not even a single blond hair. 

How the hell does the most popular person in all of Japan drop off the map? Tsukauchi had even called Gran Torino to see if he had invited Toshi over and accidentally murdered him or something. The old man had said he hadn’t heard from the hero in ages. It was the same with his old sidekick, Nighteye. Downing another cup of coffee, he picked up another file, and then the phone rang. Grabbing it quickly, he put the phone to his ear.

“Hello?” He knew that his voice sounded earnest, but he didn’t care. He needed to find his friend. Then his heart sank. The person on the other end of the phone was a newer officer who had been driving to pick up a perp when they saw some blood in an alleyway. Going to check it out, they found a dead body. The body of a skinny, raggedy man, with a lot of long, yellow-blond hair. They estimated that he had been dead for at least two days. It took all of the self-control that Tsukauchi had not to smash his phone into the table. Instead, he told them to wait for him and to not touch anything. Slipping on his coat, the detective ran out of the precinct, getting into his car. As he tore through the streets, he desperately hoped that his best friend wasn’t the one in that alley. 

———-

Bakugou groaned as he tried to open his eyes, only to be met with a harsh light. Trying again, he squinted his eyes until he was used to the bright light. The room was a baby blue color and smelled of antiseptic. The hospital. His mind supplied. But why the hell was he in the hospital? It was then he realized that he couldn’t feel his arms, looking down, he saw that they were covered in thick casts that covered even his fingers, making him look like he had stumps for arms. Bakugou was confused, but luckily for him, a doctor came in not soon after he woke up.

“What happened?” He demanded. The doctor ignored his attitude. He was on the taller side, a mane of indigo hair fell to his shoulders. He seemed to stare into Bakugou’s soul.

“We don’t quite know yet, but we do know that you have broken every single bone in your arms.” Bakugou was stunned. He did what? 

“Well, What the fuck do you think happened?” Bakugou never really liked doctors, and this one wasn’t an exception. The doctor paused. 

“Well,” he began tentatively, “we think that your quirk evolved. And due to that, your body can’t handle the power of the new part of the quirk. Which leads to what happened to you.” Bakugou’s head swam with this information. It made sense, what the doctor said. But he couldn’t shake the fact that he was missing something important.

 

Notes:

Have I mentioned how much I hate writing Bakugou?

Chapter 4: In which Izuku is smarter than most

Summary:

We see the aftermath of All Might's demise.

Notes:

sorry for the wait! enjoy!

It was official. Tsukauchi had hoped he was wrong when he saw the body, so he had called in Nighteye and Gran Torino to check. They had both confirmed it as well. A DNA match to a hair found in his apartment sealed the deal. 

All Might, the number one hero of Japan, the Symbol of Peace, was dead. The cause? He had exhausted his power and was going home for the day when he was seemingly mugged. It had gone wrong, his assaulter had wounded him, and he was left for dead. It was almost unbelievable. Arguably the strongest man in the world, killed by a simple street mugger. It made the detective’s head hurt, as if he was trying to figure out an impossible math problem. And Tsukauchi hated math. 

Currently, he was sitting in a boardroom with Gran Torino, Nighteye, Nedzu and the head of the HSPC, Mera, to discuss what to do next. 

 

“We have to tell people.” Mera said. 

 

“Absolutely not,” Rebuked Nighteye. “Telling people that our symbol is gone is asking for a rapid rise in crime. Japan would be devastated.” 

 

“Well, we can’t just leave them hanging. People are starting to ask questions and we can’t ignore them.” 

 

“We could just tell them the truth.” Suggested Gran Torino. 

 

“Absolutely not. We cannot let them know that the pillar of peace was taken down by a simple mugging, if that really is what happened.”

 

“What the hell does that mean? What else could it have been?” The graying man had seen a lot, and was not afraid to take shit. And that certainly included shit at his old student. 

 

“I’m just saying that there is the possibility that it could have been organized.” The director said, her voice calm and concise.

 

“As much as I would like to be wrong, it is possible,” interjected Nighteye. The older pro gave a harumph. 

 

“Whatever the reason, I think we can say that the public cannot know of the truth,” all eyes turned to the white-furred principal. “That said, we cannot simply ignore the fact that All Might is dead.”

 

“What do you suggest then?” Mera said, resting her chin on her hands. 

 

“We say that All Might was conducting an undercover investigation on a large underground syndicate. In a brave last act, he lost his life to defeat the leader, collapsing the syndicate and saving the public from a massive threat.” Nedzu had clasped his paws in front of him, waiting for their thoughts. 

 

“So he goes out like a martyr? Well, I always did say that he would work himself to death,” Gran Torino didn’t look pleased, but he knew that Nedzu was smart enough to know what was best.  

 

“I agree. I don’t like it, but it’s the best we can do,” Nighteye added. 

 

“It’s settled then,” Mera said. “Now onto arguably the more pressing topic…” she was going to say something else, but was interrupted. 

 

“One for All is gone,” Gran Torino’s tone was heavy. “There is no evidence that it was passed on to anyone. Besides, All for One is dead, we had no need for either.” Nighteye looked like he wanted to rebuke the older pro, but couldn’t find the words, instead giving a dissatisfied huff and leaning into the chair, muttering something about his intern, Miro. 

 

“I agree,” said Nedzu, breaking the awkward tension. “Both are dead, and it’s safe to assume that both quirks are gone. Nothing to worry about.” Heads nodded around the table. 

 

“Who’s going to take the press conference?” Asked Nighteye. Immediately, all eyes turned to Tsukauchi. The detective stiffened, but gave out a large sigh. 

 

“Fine, I’ll do it. For Toshi.” Tsukauchi was still unsure, but he wanted to be the one to do it. 

And with that, he meeting was adjourned, and the detective left, mourning for the loss of his best friend. 

 

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Izuku was on WeBay, an auction site, selling his tons of All Might merch, when he got the notification. His phone was set to ping whenever there was a hero fight happening, and he had forgotten to turn it off after his epiphany a few days before. 

Sighing, he picked up his phone to turn off the HeroNet notifications when he noticed what the message was about. Izuku’s eyes widened as he read the notification multiple times, then clicked on the article. He reread it over a dozen times, pinching himself to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. 

 

#1 Hero: All Might Declared Dead After Crime Syndicate Raid. Japan Mourns Loss of the Symbol of Peace

 

It wasn’t a dream. This was real. All Might died the day that he met him. It might even be his fault. Then Izuku paused. A raid? But All Might was out of power that day. How did he-

Then it dawned on Izuku. They were lying. But why? It made no sense. 

Well…. If All Might was the casualty of an attack, or something similar, it might paint him as weak. Having him be on a mission, one that cost him his life, but according to the article, also dismantled the syndicate, would paint it as a heroic last act of public servitude. How heroic of him. It wasn’t that Izuku hated All Might now, he just thought that he wasn’t a very honest person. And sure, Izuku was bitter too, but that was mostly towards society in general than at the man. Izuku also found it counterproductive to sit around and be spiteful. Instead, he uses spite to fuel his new ambition, support. 

His mother had almost cried when she heard that he was changing his dream to something that wasn’t heroics. To be honest, it hurt to see her so happy that he was doing something “safer”. He knew that she treated him like a glass vase, ready to break at any moment, but understood where she was coming from. He was quirkless, and didn’t have anything to defend himself. It was logical, but it still hurt. Pushing away the feelings that had bubbled up, he turned back to the blueprints in front of him. The detailed designs of different machines stared back, and it was then that Izuku realized; he didn’t want to be a hero anymore.

No, he was going to be better, no matter what. 

Notes:

so... no Bakugou this chapter. sorry!

Chapter 5: Someone slap this man (and hug the other man)

Summary:

The news gets out

Notes:

Guys,
I AM SO SORRY
Writers block hit me like a freight train, and I’ve only had the time to update thanks to spring break.
I have the week off with nothing to do, so expect more updates soon!
Thank you so much to all the people who stayed with this story, it means a lot to me.
Anyway, enjoy!

Bakugou was frozen, staring at the TV. 

His room had a TV on the wall opposite him with a remote for him to use on the bedside table. Of course, he couldn’t use it, given the fact that his arms were in thick casts and unable to move. Begrudgingly, he asked his nurse to turn on the news. She did, clicking it to a channel that he watched on occasion. He turned to it, expecting to see some report about some extra, but instead he was met with a large red BREAKING NEWS banner. It was a type that Bakugou recognized, one they used when a pro hero died. Sighing, he expected it to be about some local low-life who got too ahead of themselves and taken one a villain that they were too weak for. At most it would be a top 100, but probably low 70s at most. Not this.

“The hero commision has reported that All Might, the #1 hero for over 50 years, has fallen today at the hands of an underground crime boss after a syndicate raid…” the world seemed to shrink as Bakugou absorbed what the news had said. All Might, dead? It seemed impossible, a dream that he could wake up from. But he knew that this was no dream. He barely noticed as the nurse rushed out of his room, going to talk to the other doctors, or whatever the fuck nurses did. The news was talking about a large funeral and service and recounting all the crimes All Might had stopped and all the good deeds he had done, but Bakugou wasn’t paying attention. How was All Might dead? The man always seemed like an untouchable god, a pillar of society.

Sometimes, our quirks make us forget that we are human, whispered a small voice in his head. Bakugou frowned. He knew that all too well. He glanced down at his arms, both wrapped in heavy casts. He thought that he was powerful, but somehow, his own quirk had hurt him. Had the same thing happened to All Might? Had he thought that he was infallible and gotten cocky? Had that led to his death? Memories of exclamations of power, always looking down on the pebbles in his path. In the back of his mind, All Might’s catchphrase, I AM HERE, sounded. It had always seemed like the sound of hope, that everything would be alright after it was yelled on the battlefield. 

But now? It seemed so egotistical. Bakugou frowned. He could be better than All Might! He would never let his ego get in the way of being the best. Every challenge would be met with the same way he encountered everything; pounded into dust and pebbles until nothing stood in his way. He smirked. So what if the #1 hero was dead? Bakugou wasn’t letting anything set him back. He was going to master the new strength of his quirk so that no one else could compare to him. After his arms healed, nothing was going to get in his way. 

 

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Izuku was browsing HeroNet, trying to get his mind off things, but all the news was talking about was All Might’s death. Throwing his phone on his bed, he stood up, picking up his charred version of Hero Analysis for the Future, flipping through it. He was about to start transferring its contents into a new notebook when his phone pinged with a message. Picking it up, he saw that it was a Discord notification. Discord had been around since the dawn of quirks, but it was still a well- used site for a lot of different people from all walks of life. (and legal standing)

Opening up the app, he saw that it was a private message from one of his online friends, Zavha. Opening the app, Izuku saw that they were inviting him to another game of online chess. Izuku had become friends with Zavha when they had first sent him a similar invitation to an online chess game, claiming that ‘they were bored’. Their friendship had taken off after that, Izuku always enjoying the time he spent chatting with them. Clicking on the invite link, he smiled a little when he saw that they were playing a new version of the game with three dimensions instead of just two. He and Zavha had been tied with each other for a while, so it made sense that they would want to try something different for a tiebreaker. Smiling wider, he opens the chatbox, already displaying the usual starting message:

 

Zavha:

Black or white?

 

Eager to start and get his mind off things, Izuku starts typing. 

 

GreenMight:

Black.

 

Zavha:

Ohh, daring today? 

 

GreenMight: 

you could say that.

 

Izuku watched the screen as his opponent made the first move, quickly thinking of all the strategies that he could use. After a few moments, he moved his own pawn.

 

Zavha:

Oh? Did something happen? You only play like that when you’re upset.

 

That was the other thing that Izuku liked about Zavha. They always seemed to know what Izuku was feeling. And thanks to the animosity of the internet, he could actually talk about himself without anyone having to know who he was. 

 

GreenMight: 

Well, it’s just kinda been a bad day.

 

Zavha makes their move.

 

Zavha: 

Want to talk about it? I know it makes you feel better sometimes.

 

Izuku moves his piece. 

 

GreenMight: 

it started out normal. Just the usual teasing, you know? 

But then Kacchan went a little too far. It was just a joke, you know? It’s not like I was actually gonna do it!

 

Zavha: 

What did he say?

 

GreenMight: 

I don’t really want to talk about it. It was hurtful though. 

 

Zavha: 

That’s alright Green. You don’t have to tell me. Is there anything else that happened today?

 

His opponent moves his knight. 

 

GreenMight: 

Sorta. You know how I’ve always struggled with my quirk?

Zavha:

You've mentioned it before. 

 

Izuku takes a pawn. He knows what his opponent is doing now. It was considered simple on a 2D board, but a 3D one made it a lot more complex. The game was getting good. 

 

GreenMight: 

Well, I’ve always wanted to be a hero, even though everyone told me I couldn’t

But today I met.. a hero of mine, and I asked him if I could be a hero, even with my quirk

 

Zavha takes a pawn.

 

Zavha:

And what did they say? 

 

Izuku hesitates, his fingers hovering over the keyboard. He makes a move instead of answering. He waits until a few more moves have been made before responding.

 

GreenMight:

no

 

After the response, Izuku expected something to happen. Angry texts, condolences, anything. But nothing happened. The game continued, and Izuku fell into an analytical state, trying to find a fault in his opponent's technique. 

A few hours later, Zavha had managed to take his queen and got him into checkmate. 

 

GreenMight:

Good game

 

Zavha: 

Indeed. You lasted quite long this time. 

 

GreenMight:

thanks. See you later, I need to go

 

Izuku yawned, moving to close out of the game. But just before he closed the game, he saw one last message. 

 

Zavha:

You deserve better Green. I don’t know you, but you seem like a wonderful person. And anyone who can beat me at chess should be held to a high standard. Try not to let what people say get to you Green. If no one else, remember that I’m on your side.

Notes:

Can you guess who Izuku’s friend is?

Chapter 6: This is supposed to be a Bakugou fic but... *shrug*

Summary:

Izuku meets a friend!

Notes:

oh look. it's the liar.

guys. I'm sorry. I know that I said I would update and it's been a month. and I apologize. I am going to try and write more, as I have found more motivation to keep writing this fic. it was really hard for me to start writing again, but I do feel better and am going to write more. thank you so much for the people that are keeping up, you guys are the best.

anyway, have a longer chapter. hope you enjoy!

“Izuku! Can you come here for a moment?” 

 

Izuku looked up from his homework when his mother called him, closing his notebook and getting out of his chair, walking to the kitchen. 

“What do you need, Mom?” Izuku asked.

 

“Well, you know how Katsuki is in the hospital after that horrible quirk accident? Mitsuki and I thought it would be a good idea  for us to pay him a visit tomorrow! I also decided it would be nice to bake him something! What do you say?” 

 

Izuku paused. The accident really was horrible, but he really didn’t want to see Katsuki again, especially since what Izuku said to him caused his accident in the first place. He had a feeling that Katsuki wouldn’t appreciate seeing Izuku at all. 

But his mother was asking. And Izuku hated arguing with her. It just made her life harder, and her life was already burdened with raising a quirkless child, she didn’t need more problems. A fussy kid was the last thing she needed, so he conceded, washing his hands to help her prepare the cookies. 

Soon, his mother noticed that they were out of baking soda, and kindly asked Izuku to go get some from the store. Putting on his red high-top shoes, he slipped out the door and headed to the convenience store a few blocks down. There was another store that was closer to them, in the opposite direction, but a few years ago they found out about Izuku’s quirk status and started charging him double or sometimes triple the price of normal items, so he decided it was better to walk a little further to prevent the overpricing. 

Sighing, he walked into the store, fluorescent lights barring down onto him, turning his hair from a dark forest green to a lighter green, similar to his mother. Walking down the isles, he restrained himself from walking down the familiar path to the first aid aisle, turning towards the baking supplies instead. After a few moments of searching, he grabbed the baking soda and walked towards the cashier. 

As he paid for the item, making sure not to make eye contact, (he didn’t want to get banned for ‘antagonizing employees’) another person walked in the store behind him. Izuku didn’t even notice them until the cashier started to yell.

 

“What are you doing here? I thought I told you that we don’t serve your kind here!” the cashier screamed at the person. Izuku turned around, coming face- to- face with a man who was hunched over, and Izuku could see that he was shaking slightly. Another thing that Izuku noticed was that the man had a full-body mutation that made him look like a giant lizard. A tuft of pink hair grew out of the top of his head. Izuku now understood why the cashier was so mad. A lot of people thought that having a mutation quirk made a person lesser. And to have such a prevalent mutation? The man must have had a really hard time. Izuku’s heart ached a little for the man, who Izuku could relate to. 

The cashier was still yelling, and the man was pleading with her.

 

“Please! I have money! I just wanted to buy some food!” the scaled man pleaded.

 

“I don’t care! Get out before I call the police!” the cashier threatened. The man cowered, pausing for a moment before leaving quickly, a scared look on his face. The cashier huffed, hands on her hips, before turning back to Izuku to ring up his items. “Sorry about that. We have to make sure that no one steals anything, you understand.” Izuku simply nodded, still not looking her in the eyes. He quickly paid and left with his purchases. In her anger, the cashier didn’t even notice that Izuku had added more items to his purchases. 

 

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Izuku headed down the street the way he saw the man with the mutation quirk go. It took a few minutes but he eventually found him a few blocks down in an alley, curled up in a fire escape. It was a miracle that he found him in the first place. If it wasn’t for a few shed scales that told him he was in the right place, he would have moved on to the next alley. Izuku only found him because he knew they were a sign that he spent a lot of time there. Izuku was impressed by his choice of hiding spot. Not many people would think to look up, so he would be safe from getting jumped. Speaking of, how did he get there in the first place? Did he jump? Probably not. It was probably his quirk! His appearance was probably a side effect of his quirk then! But what- 

His train of thought was cut off when a voice called out. 

 

“Who’s there?” It was then that Izuku noticed that he was muttering. He yelped, closing his mouth with a click. Gathering himself, he spoke.

 

“U-um, I noticed that you got t-thrown out of the store… so I brought you some food… you don’t have to take it! I just…” his voice echoed in the alley and Izuku wondered if he made a mistake and he was about to be mugged. 

 

“How did you find me?” the man asked. Izuku untensed. He knew how to answer that one.

 

“Y-your scales. I n-noticed that they were scattered around, s-so I thought you spent some time here. L-looks like I was right.” 

 

The man shifted, and Izuku could make out his face better in the dim lighting. He had a pointed snout and his eyes were pointed at Izuku, filled with wary curiosity. 

“Why would you help me? You don’t even know me.” His voice held no anger, only confusion. Izuku took a deep breath.

 

“Because you’re a person too.” 

 

A tense silence held between them as the man processed what the boy said. 

 

“Shuichi Iguchi.” The man said. Izuku blinked. This was the man’s name. 

 

“I’m Izuku Midoriya.” now, Izuku knew it was stupid to share his name with a man he never met, but the man- Iguchi- had shared his, so it was only polite. Iguchi nodded, looking Izuku up and down. 

After a moment, he uncurled, putting his hand flat on the wall and climbing down while sticking to the wall . Izuku gaped. That was such a cool quirk! Could he stick to any surface, or just walls? Was he like a gecko, and had sensitive hooks on his hands and feet? How much did it take to dislodge him? Could he stick to people? Could he crawl with just three limbs? It would be great for ambushes and other types of stealth. Not many people looked up, so it would be a great advantage… and he was muttering again. He slowly looked up, expecting Iguchi to look disgusted, or at least scared, but instead he looked… impressed? 

 

“Wow.” breathed the scaled man, “that was super impressive. Do you have an analysis quirk?” Izuku tensed. What did he say? He didn’t want to lie to Iguchi, but he also didn’t want to scare him away or make him turn violent, so he simply shook his head. Iguchi looked even more impressed by the admission. As he shifted his weight, he remembered why he was here in the first place. 

 

“U-um, here, I bought you some food… I didn’t know if your diet was affected by your quirk so..” he held out the plastic bag, the baking soda in his pocket. Iguchi blinked, as if considering if it was a trick, before deciding to take the bag from Izuku, careful to not come into contact with him, Izuku noticed. The other man stepped back, and the two of them looked at each other for a moment before Izuku turned and stared back home. Hopefully, his mother didn’t think he took too long. He didn’t want to inconvenience her. 

 

It turns out that she found some extra and she didn’t need the baking soda at all. And something told Izuku that she didn’t even mind that he was gone for far longer than he should have been. 

 

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Shuichi was confused. He had tried to get some food at one of the stores near him, hoping that maybe there would be a kinder cashier that time. He had been wrong, and was promptly thrown out. He didn’t even notice the kid at first, but he was surprised when he walked by his alleyway, and managed to find him. Most people didn’t think to look up, so the fire escape was a good hiding spot from other homeless who might steal his things. At first, he was weary of the kid, who looked no older than ten, who seemingly followed him from the store. He had met way too many people who had followed him only to jump him and beat him badly for his appearance. Needless to say, when the boy spoke, he definitely wasn’t expecting a stutter, much less kind words. Shuichi could never tell you what made him trust the boy with his name. Maybe it was the fact that he looked young. Maybe it was because of his quirk. (which he was surprised wasn’t an analysis one, holy shit .) But whatever the case, Shuichi ended up with three servings of cup ramen and two water bottles in his possession, watching the small boy scurry away into the night. What stuck with him the most was his reason for doing it. 

 

Because you’re a person too. 

 

“Izuku Midoriya….” muttered the scaled man. “You truly are something else.” 

The man stood pondering for a moment, then turned to go back to his bed for the night, but not before he made sure to pick up all the scales that were scattered around the alleyway.  

 

Notes:

Like I said, I am feeling better about my writer's block, so I will write more. and school is also letting out soon, so I will also have more time.

Thank you so much for reading and happy pride month! remember that comments give me life!

-Compass

Chapter 7: Hospitals are Shit. There, I Said It.

Summary:

Izuku visits Katsuki in the hospital.

Notes:

Wow, I'm on a roll. I can't thank you all for the support on this story. it means a lot to me and it motivates me to keep writing.

Izuku shrugged on his coat and forced himself not to throw up all over the floor. He really didn’t want to see Katsuki, but his mother insisted, and Izuku didn’t want to disappoint her. It was probably fine though. Mom would be with him the entire time, so there was no way that Katsuki would try anything.. rash. Yeah, it would be fine! He forced a smile to form on his face as he stepped into the car and placed the tray of cookies on the seat next to him, careful to make sure they wouldn’t fall during the ride. 

As his mom started the car, his stomach started to do somersaults again, and Izuku pressed down the feeling and instead looked out the window, watching the scenery pass by as they drove to the hospital. It was a sunny day, only a small scattering of clouds dotted the great expanse of blue above them. His mind wandered to the night before. Had he done the right thing? Was Iguchi doing okay? He hoped that the food he gave him had been okay. He hoped that his diet wasn’t affected by his quirk. That would be really bad if Iguchi got sick because of him, especially since he was so nice, even when Izuku started being creepy and muttering about his quirk. Thinking of his quirk, Izuku slipped his notebook out of his back pocket and started to write an entry about Iguchi’s quirk. 

Soon, they got to the hospital, and Izuku’s stomach did another few backflips before settling again as they stepped into the lobby of the hospital. Somehow, the smell of cleaning supplies always calmed him, despite some people saying it put them on edge or made them sick. Maybe he was just used to it from all the time he spent bandaging himself and cleaning his own wounds. He silently followed behind his mother with the covered tray of cookies as they were directed to Katsuki’s room by one of the nurses. 

As they walked down the halls, Izuku started to get more and more nervous. What if Katsuki didn’t care that his mother was here and attacked him anyway? What if he was so hurt that he couldn’t be a hero anymore? Oh no! Would it all be Izuku’s fault for antagonizing him and Katsuki would tell everyone and he might get arrested for inciting a quirk accident….

 

“..zuku. Izuku. Izuku!” 

 

He jolted as his mother’s voice knocked him out of his spiral. He looked up and saw a disappointed look on her face, filled with only a hint of concern. He realized that he had been standing in front of Katsuki’s room for at least half a second too long. He jolted a little looking down. 

 

“Sorry mom. Just got distracted.” his mother just gave him an indecipherable look and shrugged, probably not too worried about her quirkless son’s strange antics. She turned, opening the door to Katsuki’s room and calling out a greeting. Stepping in behind her, Izuku saw that Auntie Mitsuki was also there, sitting next to Katsuki’s bed. That was good at least. If Katsuki didn’t care what his mom thought, he definitely cared what Auntie thought, so he probably wouldn’t die today.

As they walked in, Mitsuki stood up to greet his mom. Izuku turned, and his eyes met Katsuki’s. Their eyes met, and Izuku’s world tunneled. His emerald green eyes met scarlet red ones, but instead of the stormy anger they usually held, there was something else. It seemed almost… sad. Why would he be sad? Did he regret… no, that wasn’t possible. Then it hit him. All Might had died! And All Might had been Katsuki’s favorite hero! Of course he was sad! Kami, he was an idiot. Leave it up to stupid Deku to make everything about himself. 

Izuku curled into himself, hunching his shoulders, too scared to break eye contact, but too scared not to. Eventually, Bakugou turned away, and Izuku uncurled a little. 

Maybe this wouldn’t be too bad. I don’t even have to say anything. He thought. 

 

Until his mom and Auntie left them alone. 

 

Crap. 

 

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Katsuki was already having a bad day. Everyone was sad and shit because All Might had died. Sure, it was terrible, but the world was still going to go round. Why was everyone mopey and acting like the sun was going to explode? 

Of course, ignoring the tightness in his chest every time an obituary for the hero came up on the news. Ignoring the fact that Katsuki cried a little the night that the news broke. Ignoring all of that, he was fine. It was fine. 

And then the old hag told him that Auntie Inko and Deku were coming to visit, and Katsuki nearly re-shattered his arms in his anger. Why the hell was Deku coming here? He didn’t want to see him. The damn nerd was the reason that he was in this position in the first place! If it wasn’t for Deku pissing him off, then he wouldn’t have broken his arms! 

Right..?

 

“Hey, brat, are you listening to me?” 

 

Katsuki’s head snapped sideways, looking at his mother. 

 

“What is it hag?”

 

“I said, Inko wants to know what kind of cookies you want. She’s asking me.”

 

“...” 

 

“Okay, I’ll just tell her that you want triple chocolate with lemon then.”

 

“Hold on! Tell her I want spicy chocolate.” 

 

“That’s what I thought.”

Katsuki grumbles. Stupid woman. 

 

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Izuku was going to die. The hospital was going to have to scrape his bloody stain off the wall when Katsuki was done with him. Maybe he really should have written his will before he left home. Katsuki stared at him, a strange look on his face. Izuku knew that, if it wasn’t for his casts, he would be crossing his arms. He huffs.

 

“Are you going to keep those all for yourself, nerd?” Izuku startled, eyes dropping to the tray in his hands. 

 

“O-oh. yeah..” Izuku inched over to the bed, hands clammy and heart pounding. He placed the tray on the bedside table, quickly retreating back a few steps. Katsuki gives him another strange look, but stays silent for a moment before turning to the TV in the corner of the room. 

 

“What pepper did you use?” Izuku startled at the question.

 

“H-huh?”

 

“For the cookies dumbass.” 

 

“O-oh. We used that ghost pepper powder that you gave us last christmas. I hope that’s okay.”

 

“Good. At least you didn’t use that cheap jalapeno stuff that they sell.”

 

Silence fell over the room, the atmosphere thick enough to cut with a knife. Izuku fidgeted, not knowing what to do.

 

“So… how are you?” Izuku cringed at how fake it sounded. Katsuki harrumphed, still not looking at Izuku. 

 

“My arms were shattered by my own quirk, what do you think?” his tone was flat, and there was no bite in it, which confused Izuku. 

 

“Right.. Sorry…” Izuku’s voice echoed in the quiet room, hanging in the air like a thick blanket. Katsuki shifted, side-eyeing Izuku. His eyes rake over Izuku, falling on the burnt notebook in his pocket, quickly looking away. Izuku was so confused. Katsuki seemed to be acting so strange. Why hadn’t he yelled at all? Maybe he was a bit sedated by the hospital drugs? Yep. That was it. It was the drugs. Definetly. 

 

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Katsuki’s arms itched. The casts rubbed against his skin, and his arms twinged with pain and felt like ants were crawling under his skin. Katsiki thought, remembering the night of the slime villain attack. His mouth had been like that too. Was it really some sort of quirk evolution? It was just the most frustrating thing that Katsuki had heard of. He knew that quirk evolutions happened, but only in cases of life- threatening trauma. The slime fucker definetly wasn’t anything ‘life threatening’. And they were supposed to happen during the situation, not a few days after. So what the hell happened? Katsuki didn’t know, and it was making his head hurt. He glanced over to Deku, seeing him fidget in place. Dumb Deku. Then his eyes fell to the dumb stalker notebook that the nerd always carried with him. He felt a twinge of guilt when he saw the burn marks on it. 

No he didn’t. It wasn’t because he hated what he said to Deku. He never stayed awake at night thinking about it. No. No. (Go throw yourself off a roof) No. 

Once Deku noticed he was looking, Katsuki turned away. He huffed, but remembered Deku’s stalker notes. He knew that Deku’s notes were creepy, but he also knew that Deku wasn’t dumb. Katsuki would never admit it, but Deku was the reason he knew so much about his quirk in the first place. Maybe… 

 

“Hey nerd, what do you know about quirk evolutions?” 

 

Notes:

Thank you all so much for reading. Remember, comments give me life!

-Compass :)

Chapter 8: welp. this is a thing.

Summary:

Stuff gets figured out.

Notes:

okay... this is the last chapter.
I know, I know. It's not my best either. But. I really don't have the motivation to continue this story as it was originally intended. I will have an epilogue with a big time skip, but other than that, there won't be more. Anyone can feel free to create their own works from this storyline, as long as you credit me, of course.
again, I'm so sorry to anyone that expected more from this story.
anyways, enjoy.

Izuku was frozen, thinking of all the ways that the evolution that Katsuki had explained was impossible. Quirks evolve under duress, and only during the situations, not days after. And an evolution that broke his arms? It was useless, only hurt him more. 

 

“Hey, nerd. Did you break or something?” Katsuki snapped. Izuku shook his head, slapping his cheeks. After a moment, he turned to Katsuki again. 

 

“What happened to you… was impossible.” Katsuki shot him a strange look. “That’s not what I mean!” Izuku cried, “What I mean is that quirks don’t evolve like that, it shouldn’t be possible! Quirks only evolve in life-threatening events, and not after. And having it hurt you has no evolutionary benefits, if anything, it is a hindrance and it’s more like your quirk rapidly increased in power without the rest of your body enhancing with it, leading to…” 

 

“Hey!” Katsuki’s voice cut off Izuku’s thoughts. “So it was weird. Now what?” Izuku thought for a moment. He was right. What do they do now? Then, he was struck with a thought. Putting up a hand for Katsuki to wait, Izuku dug out his phone and flipped onto Discord, opening Zavha’s DMs. 

 

“Give me a second.” Izuku said.

 

GreenMight:

What could cause unusual quirk evolutions?

 

Zavha:

What do you mean by that?

 

GreenMight:

What would cause a quirk to evolve without a life-threatening scenario?

 

Zavha: 

That shouldn’t happen. 

 

GreenMight: 

Well, it happened. To my friend. 

 

Zavha: 

Explain.

 

GreenMight is typing…

 

“Katsuki, when did you start to feel the change?”

 

“Hah? Well, there was actually this hobo that I ran into…”

 

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GreenMight: 

And then his bones blew up.

 

Zavha is typing….

 

GreenMight: 

Zavha?

 

Zavha:

Oh dear. 

I think we need to talk. In person. 

 

GreenMight:

what 

 

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And that was how Izuku ended up in front of the principal of UA, who he had somehow been playing chess with for the past year. What was his life. Izuku fidgeted in his chair. When he heard that Zavha wanted to meet in person, he thought that he was going to get kidnapped. Then an official UA email had popped up in his inbox and Izuku had promptly had a mild freakout in Katsuki’s hospital room. 

After explaining the situation, Katsuki had yelled at him to go, and to not come back until he found a cure. Izuku had run out of the room, stopping only to tell his mom he had to go, jumped on a train, and headed to UA, where he was greeted by the principal himself and taken to his office, where he was now. 

 

The small chimera folded his paws in front of him (Nedzu, that was Nedzu! )

 

“Tell me about your friend, please, Midoriya.” Izuku started. (Nedzu knew his name! (of course he did! He knew your email, why not your name?) 

 

“O-oh, well, he has an explosion quirk. He’s really good with it too! It’s amazing! A-and it evolved recently- but you already knew that, since I told you! Stupid… ” 

 

Nedzu… smiled? Bared his teeth? “Yes, indeed. Well, I have reason to believe that what your friend went through was not a quirk evolution, but in fact something different entirely.”

 

Izuku fidgeted. “What do you mean, sir? What else could it be? Not that I’m doubting you!”

 

Nedzu’s tail twitched, seemingly amused. 

 

“What do you know about transferable quirks?” 

Notes:

Again, I'm sorry it was short, but I really didn't have any more of this story left in me. I will write an epilogue that will be out sometime in the next two weeks or so, so look out for that.

other than that, thank you so much to the people that stuck with this piece of trash that regurgitated onto a page.

Chapter 9: Epilogue: As It Should Be

Summary:

Twenty years in the future, our adventure comes to an end.

Notes:

I'm sorry that this took so long. I know I promised two weeks, but I couldn't bring myself to finish this the way I wanted to. I hope that it doesn't suck too bad and leaves this story on a sour note. I really did want to continue this story, but I just can't find the inspiration to continue. I added in parts that could have been part of the story, so you can enjoy those. Again, I'm so sorry, but I just lost motivation and I also have like three other longfics that I want to write for.

Hope you enjoy!

Twenty Years Later…

“KATSUKI!”

 

“Oh no.”

 

“YOU LOST YOUR HEADGEAR AGAIN?!”

 

“Oh man, you’re in for it now.”

 

“Shut up and help me hide.”

 

“Dude, I love you, but there’s no way I’m getting in his way.”

“I’m making you sleep on the floor”

 

“Nope.” 

 

“I’m locking you out.”

 

“Still nope.”

 

“Please Ei, I thought you loved me.”

 

“Kats, I do love you, and there are very few things I fear in the world. The support department, however, is one of them.”  

 

“DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THOSE TAKE TO REPLACE? SO HELP ME, WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU, YOU RECKLESS DIMWIT!”

 

“I want a divorce.” 

 

“We’re not married.”

 

“I’m breaking up with you.”

 

“Just run, I’ll save you one of Ochacko’s mochi’s.”

 

“KATSUKI BAKUGOU! I KNOW YOU’RE HERE! DANGER SENSE CAN’T KEEP YOU SAFE FOREVER!”

 

“Oh shit, I’m going.”

 

~Assorted sounds of violence~

 

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“Mei, can you hand me that spanner?”

 

“Sure thing Iz. Do you think that Ojiro would want a flail for the tail?”

 

“That’s something you ask him, Mei.”

 

“Great idea Glitter Man!” 

 

“It was one time, Mei! One time! ”

 

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“Hey, Todoroki?”

 

“Yes, Midoriya?”

 

“Can I talk to you about some ideas I have for updates for the temperature control system for your costume?” 

 

“Sure thing? What do you think about talking over dinner? I know a place. My treat.”

 

“U-um, dinner? With you? J-just the two of us?’”

 

“You don’t have to, if you don’t want to.”

 

“N-no! I would love to!”

 

“Okay, I’ll pick you up at 6:00?”

 

“S-sure!”

 

“Good. see you then.”

 

“See you then!”

 

“Dude, that was smooth.”

 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Kaminari.”

 

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“Ei, I’ve made a decision.”

 

“And what’s that Kat?”

 

“I don’t like your last name.”

 

“What?”

 

“I want you to change it.”

 

“To what?”

 

“Bakugou.”

 

“Ba- wait. Are you-”

 

“What do you think?”

 

“Kat- IS THAT A RING? Do not- do not get on your knees! Kat!”

 

“Just answer, you thick-head.”

 

“YES! Gods Katsuki! A thousand times yes!”

 

“Good, ‘cuz if you didn’t say yes, Izuku said he would hunt you down.”

 

“Of that, I have no doubt.”

 

“So you’re okay with him being my best man?”

 

“Actually, I was thinking that he would make a good flower boy.”

 

“Oh, he would love that.”

 

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“Hey, Izuku?”

 

“Yes, Katsuki?”

 

“I… just wanted to thank you.”

 

“Why?”

 

“I was thinking about how this would never have happened without you.”

 

“What do you mean? Mina did most of the wedding planning.”

 

“Not the wedding, nerd. Well, that’s part of it. It’s just… if you hadn’t helped me when I first went to the hospital for breaking my arms, I probably wouldn’t be here today. I would have continued to be a selfish prick who only cared about being #1. I would have never mastered OFA, or gotten therapy, or made all the friends I have right now. Hell, I would most likely be dead in a ditch from getting into a fight I couldn’t win. You saved my life, Izuku. And I can’t help but be eternally thankful. So... thank you.”

 

“Katsuki… I have to thank you too. If you hadn’t confided in me about your accident, I could have never helped you with your quirk, or gotten accepted into UA, met Mei, or gotten where I am now. And look where we are, Katsuki. I couldn’t ask for anything more.” 

 

“Glad to hear it. But… what is around your neck?”

 

“A tie?”

 

“That’s not a tie, that’s a noose! Where did you learn to tie?”

 

“Have you never seen me wear a tie? Hey- Katsuki! Get off!”

 

“My wedding, my rules! I’m not letting you onto the altar with that thing!”

 

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“Good job, kid.”

 

“Thanks, old man.”

 

“I see that your husband still hasn’t trained that mouth of yours.”

 

“I’m a hero now, teach. You can’t expel me.”

 

“Watch me.”

 

“Still, thank you for everything, old man. I couldn’t have made it without you.”

 

“No need for thanks. It’s my job, my duty, and my greatest pleasure. And never forget, Bakugou. You may be carrying a legend, but the legend lives on inside you. A legacy is only worth what you make of it.”

 

“Thanks, Teach.”

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