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Katsuki entered into Google Search ‘Dr. Medicalia, the Medical Hero’ and immediately was greeted with images he remembered from his UA days, when they first headlined and were all over the tabloids. It was a photobooth photo strip, innocent enough you would think, especially the first image. It was you, with your hair perfectly fixed, you were stunning then with your features and added jewelry, wearing a turquoise low cut vest shirt that left little to the imagination, sitting in the lap of the then #2 hero of Japan, Hawks, his arms visibly low but you could tell he was holding you in place. Just an innocent nice picture of you two smiling, a little confusing you two being together in such a position, given your age at the time, being enrolled at UA and you had just been rescued from the League of Villains after being held captive for months, significantly longer than he had been. Then he sees the next image, the two of you in a clearly heated kiss, with you side eyeing the camera with a seductive look, hands stuck in his hair, while he's lost in passion. Followed by that, your eyes were closed with your perky lips open in the shape of an 'o', clearly in a fit of passion, as his face is buried in your neck. Lastly, another heated kiss but clear visibility of both your tongues and his hand clearly on your breast.
Katsuki remembered how the second image is the one that was made tabloids all over Japan, the internet in a frenzy, and his classmates in a fit of screeches (all for different reasons, some for embarrassment over what was happening in their pants, some for the loss of opportunity like they had a chance, and some because you didn’t even mention you were seeing Hawks). The media had such a dilemma over these images, whether it was appropriate of Hawks, if he was taking advantage of you (more than a 5 year age difference), if you were a social climber, if you felt indebted to him since he helped rescue you, the oversexualization of young girls and not allowing women to explore their sexuality, blame on UA for allowing such behavior. It was too much for Katsuki, and frankly he couldn’t care less about you and the bird. If there was anything he knew about Y/N Aizawa, she never did anything without motivation or reason, and he knew there was reason for this public outburst. He wasn’t sure this was a good choice you made though, given now the rest of the search results of you are nothing but about you being a sex icon, model, and a topic of gossip for tabloids. The rest of the images and headlines being of Hawks and your years long tumultuous relationship, potential dating rumors of you with Suneater, then confirmed relationship with Nighthide, the drama of that relationship, Nighthide vs Hawks, theories about your quirk use in the bedroom, and even more drama shit. A little deeper digging, then your accomplishments show up, and then you’ll see ‘About Me’ that isn’t about your sexual appetite, your education in UA and America (apparently you really are a doctor, it's not just a hero name), your collaborations with other heroes, medical testimonies.
He felt a headache coming up, rubbing the heels of his hands into his eyes. Suddenly not really feeling the mood to go out tonight but he knew if he didn’t, his headache would be worse with Kirishima showing up. Slipping the smart device into his pocket, he sat up from the couch and grabbed his car keys from the coffee table. He made his way out silently, thoughts running a thousand miles a minute, while he locked the door. It's always like this when it comes to dealing with you, he can never think straight with you. Normally everyone is just a background character to him, just an extra, he’ll give it to you, you have a good quirk. It's the fact he can’t predict you or understand you, he’s never been able to. He’s always lost himself with you and it makes him pissed, because there’s no damn reason for it. Then that idiot bird decides to give him a shit gift. The shit gift of being your body guard. He didn’t even know you needed a body guard, or that it was a standard protocol for high ranked medical personnel. How didn’t he know that? He’s the #2 Pro Hero, and he didn’t know that.
It was a blur, he didn’t even realize he made it to the Hero Bar, barely realized he even drove there. You were already affecting him. He hadn’t even accepted the shit gift yet. Hawks told him to think about it.
He sighed, taking a deep breath, and left the quiet vehicle, handing the keys to the valet. He swayed his way into the bar and he could hear his friends already rowdy and chatting it up for the small reunion. “Bakubrooooo! The party is finally here!” Kirishima exclaimed, rushing over to hug the man, patting each other's backs. “Watch it Shitty Hair, nights just started.” “I am bro don’t worry, relax dude, you look tense, c’mon sit next to me and midoriya”. Katsuki tensed a little, hearing Midoriya’s name, thinking back on Hawks’ words, that Hawks trusted Katsuki with guarding the medical hero more than #1 hero of Japan, words from the President of the Hero Commission. He followed the red headed man to the seats, and heard the flow of various conversations and music blaring in the small bar. Various choruses of “Bakubro” were heard, which he replied with silence and side glance, a drink appearing in front of him. “Kacchan! It’s good to see you outside of work,” the green haired man said with a bright smile on his face. “Yeah, you too,” he replied curtly. Midoriya chuckled at his short reply, “What have you been up to lately? Anything exciting going on in your life?” Katsuki felt annoyed with the questions, “No, not really. Just patrols. Tried a new protein shake recipe that isn’t half bad. But I don’t think you really care about that, do you damn Deku? What do you really wanna say to me?” Shoto watched from across the table from them in silence, believing he's part of the conversation but hasn’t spoken a word. “Ahh, you got me,” Midoriya said, scratching the back of his neck nervously, “Are you going to go to the Hero Donation Foundation this year? It's supposed to be really nice this year and it's supposed to be the biggest fundraiser this year! I haven’t quite decided yet what I’m going to submit… I was thinking maybe one of my limited edition signed All-Might cards. But you don’t have to donate anything for bidding if you don’t want to!! And you don’t have to bid on anything if you don’t want to!! Your presence is great for it alone!!”
Shoto interrupts then, “I’m donating an ice cube that doesn’t melt.” The two men look at the heterochromatic man, thinking over what he just said. “I swear Icy Hot there’s nothing going on up there sometimes.” “Kacchan! I-I-I think it's fantastic! I mean, always a cold beverage without the risk of a watered down drink!” Mina then buds in from across the table yelling loudly, “Oh are you guys talking about the donation thing!” “Uhh, yes Mina we are!” “DID YOU HEAR THAT Y/N WILL BE THERE,” Mina practically screeched. Shoto turned his body towards the girl, “Yes I did, she told me. She told me she is donating her body as well.” The childhood friends sat in silence while listening to the conversation, Katsuki still stuck on what the hell the Candy striped idiot had been saying and it hadn’t even been an hour. Ice cube that doesn’t melt, just one, singular, not multiple. Then the #1 Medical Hero selling her body for a foundation donation night, for science or prostitution? God, can he really handle this bodyguard job? (Yes he can, he felt pissed with himself thinking otherwise).
Half the table exclaimed in unison, “WHAT!” Denki immediately replies, “I’m going bankrupt and I’m not even upset. I’m pulling a loan. I’m pulling out my 401K. Do I have a 401K? I don’t care. I’m committing tax fraud. Selling my properties. Selling all my earthly possessions. Can I live with just one lung? I’ll sell a kidney, a lung, maybe my pinky toes, just the extra organs I don’t need. God, how high do you think it's gonna go? Who has the guest list? God what’s the competition? Oh God, I’m sweating.” Sero immediately pats him on the back and while laughing, “Dude calm down…do you want to combine our assets for a better chance?” “YES, YOU UNDERSTAND.” The two immediately hugged in camaraderie. “You perverts! She’s not selling herself like that!” Mina berated. Denki quickly rebutted, “How else would you interpret ‘selling her body’, yell at him, not me! I’m just trying to donate money to charity!” Kirishima is barking in laughter, holding his sides with tears in his eyes. “She’s not a prostitute! She’s offering a bid on a dream-date opportunity with her!” Ochako, then bashfully chimes in, “Um, isn’t she with Shinso? That's so..trusting of them!” Shoto replies quickly, “No, they broke up.” Ochako with her big eyes looks sympathetic, “Oh no, that's so sad. Hopefully they both are ok…” Kirishima chimes in, “Yeah he’s good, I saw today actually, he seemed his normal self. He told me he even resigned as Y/N’s guardian as well. So now she’s needing a new one.” Katsuki’s headache now was pulsing. He couldn’t escape you today. Shoto nods, “Yes, she was quite disgruntled when he did that since he didn’t tell her he did that. She said Hawks won’t let her select her next guardian, that it's his pick. She said some profanities about him. I’m thinking of going to him and asking if I can do it.” Mina, Momo, and Ochako immediately put their hands on their hearts and ‘Awww’. “Shoto, you’ve always been such a good friend to her,” said Momo. “Who do you think Hawks will ask?” “Well you know, why doesn’t Hawks do it himself,” asked the red headed hero. Mina looked at him and exasperated, “Because, he’s the President, it's a full-time job being her guardian. Also, he’s still her ex-boyfriend! Imagine having your ex follow you everywhere and knowing your business.” Shoto nods in agreement, “I have a feeling he’ll ask someone in the top 10.” Katsuki felt his hands start to involuntarily sweat on the topic, he quickly takes a drink of the alcohol in front of him, even though he’s not much of a drinker, then pouring another, disguising his out-of-norm behavior. “Damn, sorry Denks, sounds like you won’t get your dream job of watching her every move,” says Kirishima. Denki looks into his drink sadly, suddenly aged 10 years, “It's fine..” “I bet it’ll probably be you Mr. #1 Hero! Wouldn’t that be a look, Mr. #1 Hero of Japan and Ms. #1 Medical Hero of Japan! I can see it on the magazine stands already,” says Kirishima, making Katsuki choke on his drink. Kirishima quickly pats his back, “Woah bro, you drinking to forget?” “Shut it Shitty Hair.”
Midoriya is pink at the tip of his ears and pink in the cheeks at the thought of a ‘Mr and Ms #1 Duo’. “I-I-I haven’t heard anything from Hawks about it. I mean I don’t think I’d turn down the opportunity at all. I’d love to be with her - I-I-I mean work with her!,” he said looking at his hands twiddling his fingers at the thought of the ravennette beauty. “Well you aren’t gonna hear anything.” Everyone quickly singles in on Bakugo, “O-Oh, really?” “Yeah you damn nerd,” Katsuki said, while turning his body towards the green man, making direct eye contact with him, “Hawks came to my Agency today, personally. I’m her body guard.” Everyone in the table is shocked into silence, “Wow Kacchan! That-That’s great!” “Yeah whatever, don’t get your hopes up. And don’t bother asking Icy Hot.” Katsuki knew he would regret all this in the morning. There was no backing out now.