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this is not a real chapter, it is an apology and the last scraps of content I have written out for this fic that is checked grammatically. the rest of the plot I had for this fic, I have tried to write out a million times and have not felt invested enough for my wirting to be good enough to post
I thank everyone who's checked in on this fic, and who has enjoyed this, and commented to encourage me, and apologise if you became invested in something I don't think I will ever finish. when I began writing this, I enjoyed it so much, but should have more intricately planned it out, and written more of it before posting. the ao3 curse hit me. - also being 15 was hard.
BY THE WAY if stuff is oddly formatted that’s bcs all these things are from like 3 different writing apps lmao
this first part is what I had completed of the next chapter, and it ends quite abruptly. after that, i have some small tidbit moments written out that i had planned to add to later chapters that were never written.
Chapter 8
Having a crush on Kastuki was no big deal. Even if it was a horrible, monstrous sized crush that consumed his every thought, and plagued his brain with images of the other boy.
Little habits the blonde had, ones which used to be ignorable, or seemed funny, were now framed in Hitoshi’s mind as terribly endearing. How his cheek twitched whenever he was annoyed, how his brow furrowed when he was angry or fighting back a smile, how he fist pumped whenever he ‘won’ the slightest challenge, oh it was all just so much to Hitoshi.
Katsuki was so easy to be obsessed with when you took his personality and skills into account, and Hitoshi always had been obsessed to some degree, for years, but these feelings of adoration were hitting him like a train.
Hitoshi was realising that this crush was a long time coming, as he noticed all these things that he loved about Katsuki. The list was long to be sure, but in a word Katsuki was incredible.
He was incredibly motivated (to be the best), incredibly skilled (especially in quirk usage), incredibly intelligent (grades were proof enough), incredibly open with his emotions (anger issues be damned), and incredibly kind to Hitoshi. He was caring to him, that’s what drew him in, and he showed it in so many little ways that made Hitoshi feel incredible too. Made him feel special, because no one else even came close to being Katsuki’s number 1 like Hitoshi was.
He newfound crush made him suddenly aware of this attention he got from Katsuki, and it was exhilarating.
But with most crushes came the inevitable hiding of feelings. Having to settle for glances when the other wasn’t looking, pining over photos, and acting like everything was the same as it always was, when it wasn’t at all.
He knew Katsuki didn’t really care about romance. He’d always say that it wasn’t really a concern, and he wouldn’t have time for dating anyway. Hadn’t discussed a crush on anyone before, so Hitoshi had no frame of reference for who Katsuki would like. If he’d like him. For all Hitoshi’s teasing about the other boy having a crush on All Might, it was a joke. If Katsuki did actually have a crush on All Might (as ridiculous as it was) at least that would confirm that he liked men. But it would also be very discouraging, as Hitoshi was about as far as anyone could be to the Number 1 Hero.
He was lean, and despite his teenagehood and workout regime, he’d never quite been able to shake off that childhood spindly-ness and thin frame. His limbs were muscular, but paradoxically looked like they would snap easily, probably because both his arms and legs were not proportional with his torso.
To be frank, he was tall and gangly, with persistent acne that would not go away, (acne that for some reason Aki had not inherited, which was bloody unfair in his opinion). The polar opposite of somebody buff and confident like All Might.
He hoped Katsuki wouldn’t be so shallow as to care about appearances that much, but the likeliness is that he’d want someone on his level.
Katsuki looked like he worked out. He wasn’t as tall as Hitoshi, but he was muscular, with prominent biceps and abs. He had ridiculously clear skin, inherited from his mother due to his nitroglycerin sweat, and on this clear dark skin, no eye bags could be seen. His hair was light blonde and messy, but simultaneously looked purposefully styled. He didn’t look awkward or like any part of his appearance was left up to chance.
In conclusion: Katsuki was a 10, Hitoshi was a 4.
But he had more important things to worry about than a gay crisis over his best friend. It was a week after the entrance exams, and Hitoshi had just received the message telling him he’d gotten into Yuuei! Not only that, but he’d safely secured himself a spot in class 1A, alongside the most promising students. So anyone who’d ever doubted him or called him villainous could suck his balls.
Apparently a large part of his acceptance was based in these things called ‘rescue points’, and undisclosed form of assessed heroism, and his helping Katsuki had gotten his score up just enough. Otherwise, he had been told he destroyed enough robots on his own to enter 1B, but it sure shot him up in the physical rankings.
His written exam… the details didn’t really matter, he passed so everything’s fine and Katsuki can’t get on his ass about revision.
Immediately after the message ended and the proud form of All Might faded away, he picked up his phone to call Katsuki.
“Dude.”
“Toshi! What’s the news? Did you get in? How did you do? Also did All Might also film yours, because that caught me off guard-”
“I got in.” As he uttered those words it felt so real. He got in. He was going to become a student of Yuuei hero school!
“Me too. Holy fucking shit we did it. WE’RE GOING TO YUUEI! WE DID IT!” Katsuki yelled through the phone and Shinsou laughed.
“All of that stupid training was worth it!”
“Don’t get too excited, we have to maintain our training if we actually want to stay in. Maybe not so intense because of in-class work, but you are not escaping me that easily.” Katsuki reprimanded and Hitoshi could practically hear the boy’s smile through the phone, picturing his fist pump. ‘We did it!’ Katsuki uttered away from the phone with a huge sigh of relief that Hitoshi mimicked.
“What class are you in?” Hitoshi asked him abruptly.
“Oh crap, I forgot about that. I’m in 1A. What about you?” Shinsou beamed.
“YOU’RE NEVER GETTING RID OF ME BECAUSE I’M IN 1A AS WELL!”
“WE ARE THE GREATEST MOTHERFUCKERS TO EVER LIVE!”
Hitoshi didn't realise that the entrance exam was only the beginning. For so long the goal had been to ace the exam and get into Yuuei, but not much thought had actually gone into what Yuuei would be like.
One thing was clear: no room for screwing up.
He hardly had to remind himself. What else would Katsuki be there for?
“Uniforms don’t actually matter, it’s the only thing about this school I don’t give a fuck about, and it might give other people the impression that I don’t care, so I can kill them easily later on with their lowered expectations.” Katsuki explained on his third tangent of their conversation, on their fourth conversation of their journey to Yuuei, and on Hitoshi’s last nerve.
“Yes, how very casual to plan out how casual you seem. So chilled out.” Hitoshi drawled, deftly dodging a punch thrown by Katsuki.
“AND-” Katsuki began again, “we’re going to be perfect. Top students, we learn from mistakes, we train, we study, we-”
“-have become total nerds?” Hitoshi added. Katuski sighed.
“Yep. Price of perfection.”
“School isn’t actually life though, you realise that, right?” He asks the blonde, who whips round.
“But hero work is, and I just want us to focus. We’re going to be going to a school with kids as smart as us, and as powerful as us. In the top class. A lot of them probably would have gone through what we have since their quirks will be just as infamous and useful as ours, so we have no leg up here.” Katsuki smirks. “And you need to focus because I wouldn’t want to leave you behind as I’m acing every class.”
Hitoshi snorted. “And I need you to chill out before you wig out and blow up the school.” He mimed an explosion in front of him.
Katsuki isn’t listening, he’s looking at doors as they walk through the corridor, steps echoing on the linoleum floor. They did decide to come 20 minutes-or-so early, but he didn’t expect the school to still be so empty.
“How many staff rooms does this school have?” Katsuki muttered, and Hitoshi snickers. “There’s the 1A homeroom. Finally, it’s impossible to find shit in this school.”
“Maybe that’s the point, in case of intruders or something.”
“Still inconvenient for anyone who actually goes to the school and hasn’t lived here for 5 years already.” Katsuki opens the (fucking giant) door and steps inside, scanning for all of the fire exits. Thankfully there’s a wall filled with open windows and a fire escape at the very back that makes the tension leave Katsuki’s shoulders. He walks to the middle of the row of chairs next to the window and sits next to a desk, perfectly aligned to keep an eye on all fire escapes at all times. Hitoshi sits behind him, knowing he’d feel more comfortable with him in his blind spot than any random classmate. He pauses for a second before sitting down.
“Hm.” Hitoshi looks around. “I was kind of expecting…more? This classroom seems so basic.” Katsuki nods as he opens his bag and grabs a notepad.
“Let’s just hope the training grounds are a little more impressive. That’s probably where the budget went, I mean, those fucking cityscapes they made just for the entrance exam? I’ll be expecting that and more!” He looks excited, a toothy grin working onto his face that Hitoshi can’t help but smile at. Before he zones out, his pocket suddenly buzzes, jolting him from his seat.
He takes his phone out of his pocket and sees an incoming call. “Why the hell is mom calling me already? We’re literally not even a minute through the day.” Katsuki swings to sit backwards on his chair, facing Hitoshi.
“Put her on speaker.” Hitoshi obliges as he answers the call.
“Hi sweetie!” He voice trills and Hitoshi holds back a groan. “Just wanted to check you made it to school with no troubles on the way, I know it can be quite a trek, and it is a new school so I was just making sure-“
“That we didn’t get kidnapped?” He finishes dryly and his mom giggles.
“I suppose that’s just my paranoia.”
“Hey Asuka-san! Don’t worry, I fought off the bandits that came after Hitoshi before they lay a finger on him, no need to thank me.” Katsuki ‘charmingly’ cuts in. His mom laughs loudly at his terrible joke.
“Thank you for that Katsuki-kun, glad to know you and Toshi will be spending your first day together. And since it’s the first day, if it’s all I could ask that neither of you break any bones?” Asuka wheedled and Hitoshi snickers.
“No promises!” He sings, before being kicked in the leg by Katsuki.
“Don’t you worry Asuka-san, I will keep our darling little Toshi out of any trouble or danger. Byeeeeee!” Katsuki presses down on the ‘end call’ button while Hitoshi tries not to overthink the use of ‘our’ when referring to him. Katsuki’s Toshi. His.
God he was pathetic.
“Your lovely mother aside, since it’s the first day they’ll probably be some sort of evaluation on our quirks, and I want to give a good impression, something that doesn’t quite reveal my true strength, but does hint at my technique and power. So I’m thinking if at some point I could perform one of my Star Blasts…” Katsuki begins, getting back to business as he puts his notebook onto Hitoshi’s desk and starts making notes.
“Star Blasts sounds like a candy. Or an ice lolly brand.” Hitoshi mentions, getting a pencil out and doodling in the margin.
“At least my moves have names so I can plan better. What would yours be, Hypno-Stab?” Katsuki shoots back. Histoshi pauses.
“Huh…”
“No, don’t actually tell me you’re considering that, I was kidding!” The blonde flicks him in the head. Hitoshi sputters.
“Shut up before I Hypno-Stab you.” He mutters, beginning to doodle little caricatures of Katsuki in the margins, with extra spiky hair and sharp teeth and angry brows. Katsuki continues making notes none the wiser.
As the morning continues, person by person, a colourful array of people enter the classroom and take their seats, some already in small friend groups and others choosing to sit alone. One notable loner being a guy with a… bird head. Cool. Hitoshi doodles Bird Guy next to the tiny Katsuki’s, as well as doodling a pink girl who he thinks has cool eyes.
He hears Katsuki scoff and looks up to see the boy sending a glare around the classroom.
“What?” he asks.
“Everyone’s so fucking loud, I hope they can actually shut up when class begins.” Katsuki mutters, cheek twitching when a boy with bright yellow hair guffaws loudly again.
“Don’t be such an old man, it’s the first day of school. If anything, we’re boring.” Hitoshi teases, finishing a doodle of him and Katsuki in different fighting poses. He rips half of the paper out of the book to show Katsuki. “What do you think?” He grins.
Katsuki looks at the drawing blankly. “It’s like Van Gogh and Picasso had a baby.” he answers dryly. “A deformed baby.” He added, snatching the paper away to get a closer look. “What am I wearing?” He asks, scrunching his nose.
“Your hero costume!” Hitoshi defends. “With the boots and the spikes and that weird V-neck.”
“Where are my gauntlets?” Katsuki asks. “Sorry to say it, but I will not let your ignorance to detail be a negative presence on the public. I’m gonna have to confiscate this.” he folded it up and shoved it in his bag with a smirk. “Take your lack of artistic talent somewhere else.”
Hitoshi sighs melodramatically. “I’m unappreciated in my time. One day my artwork will be up in art museums or auctions being sold for millions.” Katsuki snorted and rolled his eyes.
“In the far far future where they no longer have any taste.” He leans back on his chair, facing the front of the class with his legs resting on the desk, head upside down looking at Hitoshi. “In an apocalyptic world maybe your art could be traded for 3 chickens. Or maybe a twinkie.”
Hitoshi nodded. “It would be of utmost value. They’ll see the drawing and wonder ‘who were these great warriors of the past, with their sick explosions and utility belts?’”
Katsuki rocked on the chair further, chest shaking with laughter. “‘With their Star Blasts and Hypno-Stabbing, they must have been the most renowned heroes in all of the Old Age!’” He mimicked in a weird voice Hitoshi assumed was meant to be ‘futuristic’. He snickered to himself.
“Excuse me, fellow classmate!” A tall boy with glasses seemed to magically appear in front of Katsuki. The blonde lolled his head round to face him with a raised eyebrow, Hitoshi matching his expression.
“...you’re excused?” Katsuki grinned as Tall-With-Glasses flushed at this reply, shaking his hands robotically in front of him.
“I mean to say that you should take your feet off the desk immediately! It’s disrespectful to the institution of Yuuei, this is supposed to be a learning environment.” Tall-With-Glasses practically ordered him, and Katsuki chuckled.
He pushed the desk back slightly with his feet, rocking it back and forth with a smirk. “I dunno, this is kinda comfortable.” He exaggeratedly stretched back with a yawn. “Good for my back and legs.” As Katsuki leaned back towards him, Hitoshi pushed his head away.
“Come on man, don’t be a dick.” He lightly chided. Katsuki hummed as he uprighted his position, looking at the new person who entered the room.
Midoriya Izuku.
He looked terrified, clutching onto the straps of his bag with wide eyes, growing even more scared as Katsuki squinted at him, looking angry but really just confused. Hitoshi was too, and if anything kind of disillusioned. If Yuuei was willing to let in a kid with no quirk into their top class, what did that really say about Hitoshi’s qualifications? Maybe it was a dry year for students, but he knew many people from his old school tried out for Yuuei, all who had pretty good quirks and motivation. Maybe he was really smart?
A bubbly girl with pink cheeks snuck up behind Midoriya, and Hitoshi watched as they awkwardly interacted in the middle of the doorway, Tall-With-Glasses being distracted enough to leave Katsuki be.
Katsuki clicked his tongue. “What the fuck is he doing here. I know he was at the entrance exam, but that doesn’t answer why the fuck he’s here.”
“Are you sure he didn’t have a quirk like, at all.”
“He’s been quirkless since I’ve known him. He said so, Aunty Inko said so, it’s a fact of life; the grass is green, the sky is blue, and Deku doesn’t have a fucking quirk.” Katsuki grips his pencil tightly, and Hitoshi slowly extracts it from his fist before it snaps.
“Maybe he’s a weirdly late bloomer? That does happen sometimes, maybe he was lucky?”
“No, he was checked by a doctor, it’s biologically to do with his bones that he’s quirkless, basically confirmed it wasn’t gonna happen. I remember him crying about it when we were six.” Hitoshi grows more confused.
“Maybe he… got a lot of rescue points? I got a bunch from making sure you didn’t get hit by that bigger robot.” He offers, and Katsuki looks away for a second, avoiding eye contact.
“Yeah yeah, thanks for that, but don’t compare your skill level to his. You have a good fucking quirk that you’ve worked hard to perfect. If he managed to make it here through just rescue points, it was almost definitely pure luck.” He muttered, and Hitoshi tried not to blush at the compliment. Saving him from embarrassing himself, a large yellow worm rolled into the room. The cocoon of fabric unzipped and out of it hatched… their teacher?
He was a… bedraggled man to say the least, in clothes that look like pyjamas, messy hair, and heavily bloodshot eyes with eye-bags dragging down his face to match. Katsuki held in a snicker as he turned to Hitoshi.
“He’s got eye-bags to compete with yours.” He joked, pulling down the skin under his eyes to reveal gross pink flesh. Hitoshi scoffs and tries to focus on the (admittedly intimidating) man before them.
Their teacher exited his sleeping bag as he talked to Midoriya and Bubbly-Girl, before addressing the class.
“Hello, I am Shota Aizawa. Your teacher.” He stated emotionlessly, to which many of the class responded in shock. Katsuki rolled his eyes at their gasps. “Right, let’s get to it.” He continued, pulling out a Yuuei brand athletics uniform. “Put these on and head outside.”
Katsuki grinned in excitement, immediately getting up and jogging to the front of the class to take a uniform from their new Sensei. Hitoshi followed fast behind.
Once the class had changed they were led to a court outside, and told by Aizawa just how crucial their training was. Katsuki (and admittedly Hitoshi) were hanging onto every word.
“You’ve been used to standardised tests most of your lives. But you’ve never been allowed to use your quirks in physical exams before.” He monologued. Hitoshi tapped Katsuki’s shoulder with a snicker.
“Unless you count the exams set by my last teacher, Katsuki Sensei.” He murmured sarcastically, and was waved away by an irritated blonde.
“Bakugou.” Aizawa draws their attention. “You managed to get the most points in the physical exam.” Katsuki’s eyebrows rise in minute surprise but other than that he remains neutral. Hitoshi smiles proudly. “What was your farthest distance throw in softball when you were in Junior High?”
“Seventy one metres.” Katsuki answers immediately, probably having memorised all of his physical stats like a nerd.
“Try doing it with your quirk.”
Katsuki clicks his tongue in hidden excitement as he walks over to demonstrate, throwing the softball up and down a couple times.
“Anything goes, just stay in the circle.” Aizawa instructs in a monotone. “Give it all you’ve got.”
Katsuki stretches in a bored fashion, and Hitoshi averts his eyes politely as a way not to perv. As Katsuki exhales he glances back over, and watches him ignite the softball in an explosive throw. He heaved his body in an arc as he tosses it upward, powerful blasts being a familiar sound in Hitoshi’s ears. The classmates around him all flinch in shock.
After a few seconds, Aizawa reveals the tracking device on his phone with the distance of the softball. It revealed a blue 710.4 metres and their class freaks out. “This is how we figure out your potential as pro heroes.”
abrupt end
this next part would have been in the next chapter, another kind of long piece
Chapter 9-ish
Katsuki honestly loved the Shinsou apartment. It was smaller than his house, given, and the way the apartment was set out did give him slight Deku vibes, but it was the pure love that radiated out from everything in the home that made Bakugou feel safe there.
In his house there weren’t a lot of knick-knacks, not anything cute they’d kept from holiday or had inherited from other relatives. His mum wanted everything to be modern and minimalist, the most meaningful items on display being a small wall of family pictures. It had images of the three of them, Bakugou and his parents, and then it had the bigger pictures, such as the larger family ones on his mum’s side, when they’d gone to Nigeria for his cousin’s wedding.
It had been overwhelmingly full of extended family he’d never met, and aunties who crooned over him for hours. His mum had 6 siblings; 2 brothers, 4 sisters, and his mum was the only one with an only child. He felt almost bad for thinking it, but he was grateful that they lived in Japan, because he’s not sure he’d survive in Nigeria with all that family. His mum’s birth name wasn’t even Mitsuki, it was Adaego, but she’d adopted Mitsuki once she’d moved to Japan in order to ‘naturalise’. He felt like she’d gotten a bit lazy with naming after that, since Bakugou’s first name ‘Katsuki’ was obviously quite similar.
His dad’s family was smaller, thank god, as he only had one sister, Auntie Mariko. As a baby, Bakugou had struggled with pronouncing names, and he’d ended up calling her ‘Koko’. Much to his digress, it had stuck.
His aunt and grandparents lived on the other side of Japan, so he didn’t see them that often, only occasionally during the holidays. They also weren’t the materialistic types, and weren’t very big on gifts. If they gave something, it was never an item that could decorate, or be used to show off, it was always socks or a small trip somewhere. He was grateful for all of this obviously, but there was a reason he liked the Shinsou home.
The apartment was filled with trinkets. Every surface was covered in them, old cups full of sea glass on desks, fake and real plants infesting the kitchen, hundreds of childhood drawings being blue-tacked to the walls, it was beautiful. It felt so lived in, and messy, but you knew every item had a distinct place to be, and would be noticed if it went missing.
It was so different from his house, which remained pristine and every quirk accident of his covered up. This apartment had chips in the drawers, and crayon on the walls, and height counters on doorframes. He loved it.
The Shinsous didn’t keep pictures on the walls for display, they kept them in frames and lay them out in their own respective room. There were three photos which Asuka, Aki, and Hitoshi all had in common. One of them was set at Animazia, the local indoor zoo experience. In the photo they were all in front of a waterfall, each holding different animals. Aki was 3, and had a lizard on her arm. Hitoshi was 6, and wore a snake around his neck proudly. And Asuka was behind the both of them lifting a parrot with one hand, beaming down at her two children.
It was a nice photo. The three of them all wore big smiles, and 6 year old Hitoshi was downright adorable, as he hadn’t yet gotten used to his hair standing up, so the photo displayed it looking like a bird’s nest.
The second photo they all had in their rooms was one where they were all at Bakugou’s 10th birthday, which surprised him that they all liked this picture so much. They were at the Musutafu theme park that had opened that year, Musunako Palpal, and it was incredible. Bakugou loved rollercoasters, that fact hadn’t changed even after he’d figured out how to fly with his quirk, and was his best birthday party to date.
As this point he hadn’t been very involved with many classmates, even though his parents offered to pay for him to bring 5, so instead he decided to invite Hitoshi. And then Aki insisted on going, and Aki wasn’t doing anything without Asuka, so it became a double family day out.
And Hitoshi stuck through it, even though they’d both come to realise that he and theme park rides did not mix at all. Especially the Mega Coaster, where Hitoshi had thrown up. Twice. Once on the coaster and once off the coaster. It was hilarious.
But even after literally everyone had told him that he didn’t need to continue to go on all the rides and that he could have a break, Hitoshi insisted on coming on every single roller coaster that Bakugou wanted to.
The picture that was taken was curtesy of his mum, when they’d all sat down to have an overpriced theme park lunch, eating the ‘birthday cupcakes’, which were just cupcakes they’d bought at a grocery store on the way there. The icing on them had melted slightly in the hot sun, and the cake wrappers were kind of sticky by lunch time, but Bakugou wouldn’t trade his birthday cakes for the world.
The photo taken is kind of stupid, because no one’s looking at the camera, and Bakugou and Aki aren’t even smiling, and Hitoshi looks green like he’s about to throw up again, but it’s a good picture. Bakugou’s flattered that the Shinsous thought it was good enough to keep in a frame. It was a nice day out after all.
The last photo they all keep is an older one, about a decade old. It’s of the Shinsous, the four of them, all looking at the camera with tender smiles. Aki is a baby, an unfortunately adorable one considering how annoying she is now, and Hitoshi is a chubby cheeked 3 year old with the most ridiculous purple eyes that look too big for his tiny head. Asuka has hair much longer than what she has now, pink locks down to her waist rather than just past her shoulders. She doesn’t have as many stress lines either, these creases that paint over her delicate face. She looks so much younger, and it’s odd to see how much she’s aged in 10 years all at once.
The last person in the photo Shinsou Hibiki. Hitoshi’s father.
He has purple hair a shade darker than Hitoshi’s, and a shade lighter than Aki’s. He’s posed with pride amongst his family, and is holding Aki in his arms with such painful tenderness, as if she was a china doll. Asuka has a hand on both Hibiki and Hitoshi’s shoulders, and it’s then noticeable that Hibiki is just slightly shorter than Asuka. Bakugou wonders if Hitoshi’s going take after his dad’s height as well.
What really makes the photo is Hibiki’s smile. It’s gleaming with happiness as he stands with his son, daughter, and wife. His squinted eyes and slightly crooked teeth are so similar to Hitoshi’s it hurts. They share so many features, their eye shape, jawline, skin tone, teeth, even their ears. And Hitoshi inherited Asuka’s nose and lips. Aki is a similar mesh, with her father’s nose and eyes, and mother’s everything else.
It’s so different to Bakugou, who looks and feels like an exact clone of his mum save for his gender. It’s practically impossible to tell his dad is related to him.
Hitoshi doesn’t like talking about his dad, not because he’s sad, but because he doesn’t know a lot about him anyway. Hibiki died a couple of months after that picture was taken, and whilst 3 year old Hitoshi was sad, 14 year old Hitoshi doesn’t remember enough to grieve.
“I don’t have a dad, and that’s a bummer I guess, but mom claims that he wouldn’t want me to mourn him.” Hitoshi had told him. “Wish I could say I remember anything before the age of 4, but to be honest it’s all blurry.” He scowls. “If anything I’m angry about his death, that it was just a coincidence that he was caught in a hero-villain crossfire. That no one paid him enough attention that they couldn’t even figure out what or who killed him. His body was just a number in the news report.” He seems bitter, but the feeling leaves him just as fast. “That’s life I guess. I’ve got mom and Aki, what more do I need?”
“I guess I’m just an extra then?” Bakugou asks sarcastically, and Hitoshi pushes him with a snort.
“I meant family members, asshole.” He says this with a glare he struggles to keep on his face. Amateur.
The whole family has quirks to do with voices, Asuka having met Hibiki in a course for ‘Altering Quirks’. This meant for quirks which had the possibility of making other people question their perception of reality, which was a stupid thing that apparently existed back when his parents were teens. Thankfully, and to Hitoshi’s relief, courses and government tracking on those kind of quirks had been disbanded a long time ago.
Asuka has the quirk ‘Voice-mimic’. She can mimic anything she hears perfectly, with little practice, which includes people’s voices. According to Hitoshi’s griping, when she mimics her voice it makes her immune to his quirk.
Bakugou finds her quirk amazing. When they were younger, Asuka used to play a television series for a couple of minutes, and then pause it and be able to mimic whichever character they requested to say stupid stuff. Bakugou’s favourite is her All Might mimic, as it’s fucking hilarious to witness this stick of a woman with pink hair spout off “I AM HERE!” with perfect accuracy.
Hibiki’s quirk was ‘Echo’, a fancier way of saying he could throw his voice really well. Within any 100 metre radius, he was able to throw his voice anywhere around him. Asuka claims that when they were dating, as a silly gimmick Hibiki would make the throwing motion before he used his quirk, usually to tell her he loved her from 50 metres away. Hitoshi hated this story as he thought it was sappy and gross, but Bakugou could tell that he was on the edge of his seat every time a story about his dad was told.
Aki took after her father slightly in this sense, as her quirk is ‘Resound’. Like Hibiki, she was limited to a 100 metre radius, but rather than throwing her voice, she could simulate any sound she liked, which included her voice. She often used this to prank Shinsou, but she didn’t use her quirk that often as she struggled with controlling the volume, and didn’t want to accidentally render anyone deaf with a foghorn sound effect. Asuka would sometimes tease her into playing music in the kitchen whilst she was cooking, or to create horror sound effects in the hallway to encourage Hitoshi to go to bed earlier, which Aki would occasionally humour.
Hitoshi often whines about his house being a trap of stupid noises 24/7, but Bakugou didn’t see what he was complaining about.
It was so much nicer to walk into a house filled with sound rather than quiet, which his own home often provided him with. He didn’t blame his parents for being busy with work, and often having fashion show trips away, but it’d be nice if the house was less large and silent. Maybe he should just invest in an Alexa.
abrupt end
next, im sharing some tidbit mini scenes, set randomly throughout the rest of the fic
training scene
Katsuki heaved twice before returning to his beginner pose, shoulders back with his arms tucked behind him. He gave a small bow to Hitoshi, who returned it, and then shook himself out of the position.
“That was good, but what notes would you give me? Wasn’t my best, I know.”
Hitoshi eased and rolled his shoulders in mild discomfort. “Your back attacks are good, and it fucking killed my shoulders, but I still knew you were coming. A split second more and I could’ve dodged. You’re not that sneaky.”
Katsuki pursed his lips. “I thought I was being quiet.”
Hitoshi smiled. “Before your palms explode, they crackle a bit, especially when you’re preparing a larger attack. Or when you’re excited.” He added, to which Katuski rolled his eyes. “If you can find a way to muffle or prevent the crackling, you’d be basically silent, since your parkour lands have pretty much deafened completely.” Katuski nodded.
“That’s good, they’re what I’ve been practising for the past week. Nothing worse than dropping down from the high ground and the villain can hear your knees crack.” He chuckled. “But yeah, I’ll work on my sparks.” He looked Hitoshi over. “You want me to do you now?”
Hitoshi blinked twice, before quickly nodding and looking down, hands hastily shoved into his pockets. Weirdo. “Yeah, yeah, what can I improve on?”
“Your quirk is really strong, really had me under for solid minutes, but I think you’ve got to up your focus.” He told him, tapping his temple. “When I’m close up I can sense your control wavering, and you gotta fix that if you wanna use others for your what could be close proximity fighting.”
Hitoshi snorted and looked away. “Yup, noted, noted. What about non-quirk fighting?”
“Eh, A plus. You didn’t mess up at all there as far I can tell, which makes me feel relieved that you’ve actually been practising without me having to pull teeth.” It was Hitoshi’s turn to roll his eyes.
“What can I say? One day some of your nagging was bound to get to me. I’m just sad I’ve succumbed so soon.” Katsuki chuckled.
“Well I’m fucking beat, so I’m gonna go inside. Also I’m sweaty as shit right now, so if you could give me some space.” He shooed Hitoshi away with one hand before focusing.
His sweat began to pop off his skin in little sparklers, fizzing and exploding on a small scale all around his body. He concentrated on not letting himself just turn into a detonator bomb for about 30 seconds before his excess nitroglycerin was gotten rid off.
One he was done he turned back to Hitoshi, who was staring at him with wide eyes. He raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”
Hitoshi snapped out of it and coughed. “Nothing, it’s just like my own personal little firework show. I’m mesmerised.” He waved a jazz hand.
Katsuki scoffed. “Mesmerised.” He mimicked with a mumble, putting his middle finger up at the other boy as he walked towards the house.
Shinsou sparring Iida
“Okay, the next randomised pair who will be fighting are: Shinsou and Iida. Now if the students in the stands could actually pay attention this time-“ Aizawa snapped at the class who were huddled together talking, “we might actually be able to learn something. Pay attention to quirk difference, any tactics used, advantages and disadvantages, and how these are overcome. Might even be worth writing some notes and learning during school, but what do I know?” He asked sarcastically, the frustration for his babbling class dripping through his voice. Katsuki tapped a pencil against his notebook and clicked his tongue, waiting for the fight to begin.
The two boys were situated on a court of sorts, like a fighting ring but with no ropes, instead having lines painted on the grounds. But the aim wasn’t to get your opponent out of bounds, the aim was to incapacitate them, without much injury. Hitoshi stood one side of the court, Glasses on the other, who seemed to be revving up his engine legs, a move Katsuki found hilarious.
“You have 20 minutes to defeat your opponent, please keep all limbs intact, causing serious injuries will be punished, you may now begin.” Their Sensei drawled through his microphone, announcing the beginning of the fight.
Glasses moved first, darting towards Hitoshi with speed, nearly knocking him over in surprise. Hitoshi rebalanced himself quickly, and positioned his feet minutely the way a boxer would, and as Glasses spun past him again, he aimed a flying kick at his head. This kick landed directly on Glasses’ nose, and shocked him enough to bring him, quite literally, to a screeching halt. Katsuki grinned.
Glasses managed to dodge a punch to the chest with a stumble backwards, and in a second seemed to change his approach to the fight. Without warning, he run full speed towards Hitoshi, in an attempt to knock him over, but Hitoshi merely dodged this sprint alike a matador to a bull. He knelt into a handspring jump to land securely on his feet a couple metres away (to show off), and faced Glasses with a small grin.
He hadn’t received his support gear yet, the mask he’d requested previously for voice alterations had resembled a muzzle a tad too much, so after knocking a screw undone and demanding a fix, he’d put in a request for a more spacious mask. His smile was on full display. Katsuki wasn’t worried this would impact Hitoshi’s fight, he was smart and knew how to use his quirk, but he was annoyed since he’d been dying to see the voice modifier in action.
Hitoshi ran up to Glasses at his own full speed, a move which Glasses matched, and before collision moved to the side and ducked down to give the larger boy a swift kick to the legs. He’d kicked with both his legs, balancing on his hands, and smoothly handsprung himself back to standing. A move which to Katsuki was an obvious brag at his gymnastic abilities, abilities Katsuki himself did not possess.
He let out a scoff at Hitoshi, but only received looks from his classmates as they side-eyed him, classmates who were gullibly wowed by Hitoshi’s dance moves.
Glasses stumbled again, and whilst he was still standing, Hitoshi punched him directly in the face, causing him to screech and stumble to the ground. Hitoshi put his hands in front of his mouth in apparent shock.
“Oh shit, sorry, instincts! Fuck, are you okay?” He asked, bending down slightly.
“Ugh, I’m fine-“ Glasses began to grumble from the floor, before his body went limp. Hitoshi smirked.
“Wave a hand in surrender.” He ordered, and surely enough, Glasses waved a single hand above his head from side to side in a sort of queenly manner.
Hitoshi looked up from the court at where Aizawa was looking, searching for approval. “My opponent has been incapacitated.” He announced, rather officially, as if the sentiment needed proving.
“I can see that. “ Aizawa answered. “Please let go of Iida now.” Hitoshi nodded and within a second Glasses climbed to his feet whilst holding his head.
“That felt really odd.” He said to Hitoshi, a small frown on his face. Still, in an act of good sportsmanship, he held out a rigid hand to shake. Hitoshi shakes it swiftly.
“Yeah, I try not to let it hurt. Good fight, man.” He nods and walks off the court with hands in his pockets.
making fun of Denki - an excuse to write some stupid teen-esque dialogue
Hitoshi snickered. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“I’m doing your dad!” Katsuki replied, putting his middle fingers up but not looking at Hitoshi.
“My dad’s dead though!” He yells back down.
“Yeah, go figure you fatherless bitch!” Katsuki laughed, actually turning to look at Hitoshi who grinned back. From behind him, Denki snorted and began giggling.
“Oh my god, pffft…” his laughter slowly stopped as he noticed both Hitoshi and Katsuki glaring at him.
“Why would you think it’s okay to laugh at that?”
“Yeah, you think me having a dead dad is funny?”
“What the hell is wrong with with you, the poor boy grew up without a father figure!”
“You know what I do on Father’s Day? Nothing!” That’s not true he does give a card to Masaru.
“Pikachu I’m fucking appalled at your laughter, you should be ashamed!”
“The most ashamed!” Hitoshi feigned tears.
“What?!” The boy actually began to act confused. Hitoshi snickered. As Katsuki noticed Denki’s expression he began crying with laughter.
“Dude we’re kidding, it’s fine. But you’re not friends with me to the level to laugh at my dead father, it’s incredibly tragic.” Hitoshi states with a nod. Denki nods too, frantically.
Through his tears of laughter Katsuki spits out “Not as tragic as your mum being that hot and single!” And Hitoshi breaks down into laughter too.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He wheezes. “I hate you, shut the fuck up right now before I show Denki a picture of your mom you milf-having bastard!”
exerpt written from when the League would have kidnapped Katsuki
Katsuki rolled his eyes. This was by far one of the most boring kidnappings he’d been a part of. They only had the upper hand due to the quirk cuffs, though the cuffs only had the upper hand on Katsuki due to their condition. Freshly bought (or likely stolen) cuffs which didn’t have a screw loose.
He felt more embarrassed than scared. Had been kidnapped in front of the entire class like an amateur, but he was new to portal transportation.
This league was especially boring because they didn’t talk to him that much. Didn’t monologue. The older ones liked to explain their plans, or menacingly taunt, but the most these guys were doing were teasing him.
His flip phone was still in his shoe, he knew that much, although the villains had tried to search him for devices. Unsuccessfully. And the phone’s tracker was on, as it always was whenever he left the house. Hitoshi had the tracker set into his phone. So once he’d gotten a good night’s sleep, he would hopefully head over to wherever Katsuki was being kept.
He doubted he was far from Musutafu. The Villain’s budget was shoddy, and from what he could see of the building, the architecture was still familiar to the Masutafu area.
He rolled his eyes again, not even in annoyance, but just for something to do. The worst kidnappings were the boring ones, the ones that trapped him for multiple hours with nothing to do or plan. He was too outnumbered to fight quirkless, and he couldn’t use his hands even if he wasn’t tied up, as they were cuffed in front of him. His least favourite part was the muzzle over his mouth, and he totally understood why Hitoshi hated them so much.
It was gross inside the mask, and he could barely say anything without the saliva just feeling like too much, but he had nothing to distract himself from the distinct ‘mouth’ feeling.
alright, before my last one, which would have been in one of the final chapters, i have a list of pieces i wanted to write and add - my main motivation for this fic was humour
* They make bets on who will beat Monoma’s ass first
* Hitoshi is in middle school yearbook and gymnastics club - Katsuki is in Judo and chemistry/physics club
* Trauma moment: Katsuki thinks he’s seeing Ikari everywhere
* The effects of the black sludge - they last, it will always be with him
* He felt awful. He was finally okay
* Give Shinsou a gun
* They realise they’re only friends with each other and no one else
* At one point after a kidnapping they just swim to safety
* Shinsou loses an eye - Bakugou takes revenge
* Bakugou birthday card “you da bomb”
* Kirishima reacting to Katsuki and Mitsuki: what the fuck
Shinsou, wide eyed: you mean you see it too??
* Masaru gets kidnapped and Shinsou is terrified for the kidnappers
* Bakugou slapping the shit out of Shinsou during his sleep on accident
* Katsuki becomes partially deaf due to quirk and Hitoshi learns sign language for him.
* Halloween costume = men in black
* They dance like they’re fighting because that’s all they know
Final scene - set after Hitoshi was kidnapped without Katsuki, and they find each other again in battle
Katsuki was staring at him with wide, seemingly amazed eyes, and he knew he was exaggerating when he said he saw a twinkle in that crimson gaze, but oh was it centred on Hitoshi in that stupid way that made his heart stop.
Hitoshi quickly snapped out of his trance as he glanced behind Katsuki, where a random man in a suit, armed with talons and a giant hawk for a head, was running full speed at the blonde with a haunting bird cry.
Without looking behind himself Katuski outstretched a hand to perfectly aim an explosion towards the hawk man, who shrieked in pain and who’s feathers lit up into the air on impact. Hitoshi could admit that at this point he’d started blushing at Katsuki’s effortless defeat of their enemies and he knew he was turning into a sap when he thought the flaming feathers that fell slowly around them almost seemed romantic. But he wasn’t going to stop himself from running at Katsuki and jumping into his arms, hiding his head in the shorter boy’s shoulder.
“WOAH CRAP!” Katsuki exclaimed as he stumbled to catch Hitoshi, who had basically clung to him like a koala. Without hesitation he wrap his arms around Hitoshi in turn, supporting his weight and resting the side of his head on Hitoshi’s shoulder.
“Why do you always get to save me from the big jobs? It feels a bit one sided.” Hitoshi tried to make light of the situation, blinking back tears as he didn’t let go of Katsuki for one second. Katsuki laughed his bright and ugly laugh that lit up Hitoshi’s world.
“I’ll try and get kidnapped soon by some evil mastermind and we’ll call it even, okay Blueberry?” Katsuki teased, shifting his grip to hold up Hitoshi more securely, the spikes of his hair nearly poking Hitoshi in the eye.
It felt like their own tiny patch of peace as the fight raged around them, the remains of Katsuki’s explosives still going off and distracting all villains away from their embrace. Hitoshi sighed and chuckled in one relieved breath, and rested his forehead against Katsuki’s in exhaustion, smiling.
“Okay Dandelion. Deal.” He whispered, opening his eyes and looking into Katsuki’s. The boy was peering up at him through his blonde lashes with such care and what Hitoshi oh so wanted to be love and adoration and who fucking cares!
He bent his head down and locked their lips together determinedly, clumsily, stupidly, and it was so amazing.
A split second of stillness turned into another and as Hitoshi tried to pull his head back, Katsuki followed his lips to kiss him again with more ferocity. It was fucking great.
It was ridiculous how nice it felt, to finally be kissing who’d he’d wanted to for so long, Katsuki, who he’d assumed would be awkward but wasn’t at all, and was a surprisingly good kisser, and it was definitely wrong how good their first kiss was even with all the screaming and explosions going off around them.
It was every cliche going off on his insides at once; butterflies, fireworks, warmth, it was a drug he never wanted to stop taking.
They parted and looked at each other with stars. Katuski gently set Hitoshi down on the ground yet kept his arms around him, circling his waist as he stared at him with a dazed expression.
“It might be the fumes talking, but I love you.” Katsuki told him, pupils blown wide. Hitoshi couldn’t stop a laugh from leaving him then.
“That’d better not the fumes, you asshole!!” He snickered, jokingly hitting the other boy on the shoulder, who grinned at him goofily.
“We can sort out everything later, when we’re not in the midst of what should be a very stressful situation, but I just needed to tell you I love you I love you I love you.” Katsuki kissed him on the cheek, the the other. Then the forehead, and his nose, and basically everywhere. “It feels so good to get these emotions out of my system!” He yelled upwards to no one.
“Ugh, tell me about it.” Hitoshi rolled his eyes. “I love you too, obviously.”
“Obviously.” Katsuki replied smugly.
“Ugh, don’t be annoying about it.” Hitoshi reluctantly let himself out of Katsuki’s grasp as he heard the explosions finally stop, and prepared a fighting stance for the people who would soon make their way through the smoke.
“Oh I am going to be terrible about it, but later. Right now, we kick ass.” Katsuki prepared a boxing stance with smoking palms.
THE END
hope these tidbit pieces act as a peace offering than an annoyance, i only want to close this fic on a somewhat good note, even if i can't finish it
thank you for reading, the support i received really helped in the time i was writing this, when i was struggling.
i appreciate all of you more than words can say