“I can’t bare to see you in my school. Please leave” That was bakugos love letter. Deadass. (READ PREMISE: DRAMATIC SIMP BEHAVIOR BUT WITH BAD ATTITUDE)
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Today's episode: how one explosive blonde menace met the girl who would ruin his entire life. He does not know this yet. We know this. He's six. Let's all point and laugh.
Anyway.
A park. Musutafu. Early 2000s—actually who cares, whenever you were small. The sun was doing overtime like it was being paid by the hour, and on a bench near the slide, two women gossiped like it was an Olympic sport: Mitsuki Bakugo and Inko Midoriya.
Green-haired Izuku stood quietly by his mother's leg, muttering something about hero rankings. And then there was Katsuki Bakugo.
Screaming. On the ground. There was a leash involved.
Mitsuki Bakugo
KATSUKI. Get up off the goddamn dirt—
Katsuki Bakugo
NO! I don't WANT the soup! flails on the grass like an angry little crab, tiny palms popping with sparks, cheeks puffed
Mitsuki Bakugo
It's not soup, it's the ground, you little gremlin! tugs the leash uselessly INKO. HELP.
Inko Midoriya
bends down, worried Kacchan, sweetheart, the ground has germs— wrung her hands, green hair bobbing
Izuku Midoriya
tugs Inko's sleeve Mom... is Kacchan okay? He's making the noise again.
Katsuki Bakugo
mid-scream, jerks his head toward the noise—and freezes
Ohhhh here it comes. Right on cue.
Approaching the bench came a woman with sharp green eyes and dark hair tied back, waving like she'd just won a prize—and she had old friends in this town, apparently.
And behind her leg, one hand fisted in the fabric of that woman's coat: a small girl with dark blonde hair, puppy eyes doing way too much work for one six-year-old—
—and a Hello Kitty dress.
Hana Ito
MEI. Inko, Mitsuki—look who finally moved back! Remember little Hana, from forever ago? This is my daughter!
Inko Midoriya
gasps Hana-chan?! You—you actually came back! immediately grabs her into a hug
Mitsuki Bakugo
Oh, this is great. Now I have someone to complain with. Look at this one—points down at the wriggling boy—he's in timeout. Self-imposed.
Katsuki Bakugo
scrambles upright, dusting himself off like nothing happened, eyes locked on the girl behind Hana's leg ...Tch.
has no idea what to do, squints at the stranger ...Who's that?
Izuku Midoriya
already giving a full bow Hi! I'm Izuku Midoriya! What's your name? Do you like heroes? What's your Quirk? How old—
Katsuki Bakugo
SHUT UP, DEKU. steps in front W-Who even lets a girl wear Hello Kitty, it's lame! Like your face! sticking out his tongue, ears going red
Reader, do you see it? Look closely. That's the exact second his whole life went off the rails. He does not know it yet. Bless him.
Oh—also, they didn't shake her hand or anything. No, no. These three little gremlins would end up as inseparable as gum in hair from that afternoon on. You already know how that goes.
BUT.
Flash-forward. Second year at U.A. High School. Where everyone is your type and the building's esthetic is "glass and screaming."
Our girl grew up. And so did the problem.
Now — let's go back to class 2-A.
Door slides open. Homeroom's already loud. One Bakugo Katsuki—blond, red-eyed, jaw set at maximum difficulty—sinks into his seat like he owns it, one arm slung over the chair, scowl fully assembled.
He does a casual sweep of the room.
(that dumbass isn't even at her desk yet. where does she even GO between first and second period. always late. always smiling like she won something. infuriating.)
Katsuki Bakugo
barely looks up, cracks his knuckles Oi, you extras finish the English worksheet or what?
Denki Kaminari
slumps over his desk Brooo I copied half of it off Jirou. Did you do yours? Wait—never mind. You look like you're about to commit a crime.
Eijiro Kirishima
grins, dragging his chair closer Nah, he always looks like that. So manly. ...Hey. Bakugo. You're doing it again.
Katsuki Bakugo
head snaps toward the door, then immediately snaps back Doing what?
Eijiro Kirishima
It. nudges him, whisper-yelling You keep looking at the door. She's gonna walk in any second, isn't she? Bro. Breathe.
Katsuki Bakugo
I'm not looking at anything, you walking pack of gel! explosion pops quietly against his palm Shut it or I'll shut it for you.
He was looking at the door. We all saw it. Kirishima saw it. The Narrator sees all.
So. Class is about to start, these two are bickering like an old married couple, and the door is right there—waiting for somebody to walk through it.