𝔱𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢

word count: 1560

ahh omg we're at the climax of the story nowwwww

Bakugo POV

I've been in a pretty good mood since coming out the the oldies. My dad was cool about it, but he'll follow anything the hag says. If she was homophobic, he'd be too. He has no backbone.

At school that morning, I wash my hands dutifully in the bathroom sink. Glancing in the mirror, I see that purple-haired extra come out from a stall behind me. He washes his hands and leaves, studiously ignoring me.

A few seconds later, Pikachu steps out from the same stall, doing up his belt buc— wait, what!?

"What the fuck, Dunce-face?" I demand, jamming the tap water shut.

He grins at me sheepishly. "Pretend you didn't see that."

I'm aware my jaw is dragging on the floor, so I shut it quickly. "You have absolutely no right to call me Baku-hoe anymore. Hooking up on school grounds!" I tut.

He begins tucking in his shirt. "You're just jealous cause you can't get it on with Mido!"

I so regret telling him that. "Go fuck yourself."

"I would, but I can just get Toshi to do it for me," he replies wittily.

"Slut," I say, only half-meaning it.

"At least I own it," he smirks.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," I wave a hand at him as I exit the bathroom.

He blows a kiss. "Bye-bye!"

In the hallway, I see Deku walking with his attention turned to his phone. A new hero made their debut today, so I imagine he's mentally absorbing all he can on them.

I run up behind him and drape my arms around his waist.

"Agh!" he shrieks in surprise, swinging out his palm. It connects with my jaw and I see stars for a minute.

"Nggh," I groan.

"Oh my god, I'm sorry!" he freaks out. "I thought you were some creepy weirdo!"

"Ow, fuck, fuck, fuck," I cradle my jaw. "Shit."

"Are you okay?"

"Yeesh. That hurt."

"Sorry! You just never really show affection so unexpectedly!"

"If that's the gesture I get in return, I won't be doing it again."

"Oh my gosh. Sorry. Sorry. I was just reading about these villain attacks on my phone and when you came out of nowhere I got paranoid and frea—"

"Hey, it's fine," I cut him off.

"O-okay." He holds his arms out. "Hug, properly?"

I step into his embrace and we squeeze each other tightly. I kiss the spot just below his earlobe.

"T-tickles..." he giggles.

Someone brushes past me roughly, banging their shoulder into mine in a way that is definitely deliberate. I lift my head to see it's fucking Icyhot. Of course.

"Watch it, Daddy Issues!" I snap before returning to nuzzling into Deku.

"Okay, you two, make room for Jesus," Aizawa appears and pulls us apart. "Enough PDA. Get to class."

"Sorry, sensei," Deku apologises as Aizawa walks away.

"We have intensive quirk training today, right?" I check.

"Yeah," he nods his head. "Let's get to the boys locker room."

We head to the locker room together. The rest of the boys are there, changing into their gym uniforms.

"Bro!" Kirishima waves me over. "Sup?"

"Hey, shitty hair."

"Guys!" Kaminari interrupts.

"Hey, slut," I say.

Kirishima looks confused. "Bro, why is he a slut?"

I smirk. "Him and Shin—"

Dunce-face claps his hand over my mouth and drags me away from the redhead. I bite his finger and he releases me.

"Crap, you don't have to bite me!"

"Haven't told Kirishima about your man yet? What happened to 'bros before hoes'?" I ask snidely.

"Dude, you weren't supposed to see that."

I snort. "Whatever, man." I take a drink of water from my bottle.

Suddenly my throat forgets how to function; I sputter and choke on the water going down the wrong way.

"Oh, god, Bakubaku, don't die on me!" Pikachu smacks me on the back roughly.

I recover. "Don't fucking tell me what to do, I'll die whenever the hell I want to!"

He rolls his eyes. "And here I thought you were getting some character development."

"What the hell does tha—"

"Hurry up, we don't have all day for you young ones to get changed!" All Might calls.

We head out to the gymnasium for quirk training.

Even though these extras are pretty damn stupid, I'll admit it's nice to have a few friends to talk with. And there's Deku.

Coming to this school was a good decision.

—

Todoroki POV (mwahaha)

At the end of our quirk-training class, I walk over to Midoriya with a smile plastered onto my face. "Midoriya," I greet.

"Hello, Todoroki-kun," he responds pleasantly, returning a few weights to their storage container in the corner of the gymnasium.

"I'll return that All Might guidebook I borrowed from you," I say. "It's in my locker in the changing room."

"Oh, sure! I'll be right over there to change after I put these away." He smiles so sweetly and innocently that I almost have second thoughts on what I'm about to do. Almost.

"Okay, see you there." I leave him and make my way to the boys changing room. Only Bakugo is there — perfect.

I quickly pull on my school uniform pants and button-up shirt. I have to work fast to set this up perfectly.

"Bakugo," I say, standing in front of him.

He stops, his shirt in his hands. "Whaddaya want, Icyhot?"

"You do not deserve Midoriya-kun," I tell him in a calm, even tone. "And I'm doing this for him." I unbutton the top few buttons of my shirt and grab Bakugo's wrists, placing his hands on my chest.

"What the f—"

"Shut up," I command. I hear Midoriya's red shoes squeaking on the floor as he walks to the changing room. Timing is crucial.

I roughly bring Bakugo close to me and crash our lips together so hard that my teeth clank against his. I grimace internally, but remind myself that this is worth it in the long run.

His eyes widen as I pull him on top of me, dragging him onto the floor so that I'm pinned beneath him and he is crouched over the top of me.

I keep him firmly on top of me just as Midoriya steps into the changing room.

"Hey—" he breaks off with a gasp. His eyes flit between me and a shirtless Bakugo. "What is going on!" he shrieks disbelievingly. I've set it up exactly how it needed to be, making it look like Bakugo forced me into a hot kiss.

Okay, I am absolutely never getting topped again. That was awful. I need to date a bottom.

I push myself away from under Bakugo. Doing my best to look panicked, I turn to Midoriya. "Thank god you're here," I gasp, faking breathlessness. I push myself up off the floor and crookedly button up my shirt. "Bakugo, don't ever do that again! Keep away from me!" I shout at the stunned-looking blond on the floor.

"Wait, what?" Midoriya asks, voice shrill.

"What the hell?" he yells, blinking in disbelief. "Deku, he's lyi—"

"I can't believe you cheated on me, Kacchan!" Midoriya screams at him. "We're done!" He turns on his heel and flees.

"That's low, Bakugo," I tell him. Then I run out after Midoriya so I can get my side of the story — the fake one — to him first.

As far as he knows, Bakugo forced me into making out with him, and Midoriya walked in just before it went any further.

I find Midoriya sitting on the floor outside, leaning against the brick wall of the school. His knees are tucked up to his chest and his head is in his hands.

"Midoriya, there you are!" I put on my best sympathetic face and crouch next to him on the floor. "I am so sorry. Bakugo just came onto me and forced himself on me. If you hadn't arrived on time, I have no idea what he would've done." Alright, Shoto, that may be laying it on a bit thick.

He lifts his head from his hands, his freckled cheeks stained with tears, eyes red. "I can't believe he'd cheat on me..." he whispers hollowly. He sniffs and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. "Sorry, I guess I should ask, are you alright?"

So he believes it. "I'm a little shaken, but I'll manage," I tell him, and manage a faux-weak smile. "You must be feeling so betrayed."

"I... I know Kacchan doesn't have the best morals..." he admits quietly, "but I never thought he'd actually cheat on me... especially with you.

Okay, ouch.

"S-sorry!" he cries when he sees my expression. "It's not that you're not attractive... or something... but he kinda hates you..." his expression clouds over. "Or at least that's what I thought."

"Maybe," I hesitate before delivering the final blow, "Maybe he was trying to hurt both of us..." Here I go, playing the pity card. We'll bond over mutual hurt, and end up dating. Yes, that is perfect. "You by cheating on you, me by forcing me into something I didn't want."

Midoriya bites his lip. "I... I still can't believe it." He stands up slowly. "I'm going home early. I kind of want to be alone..."

"Of course. I understand."

My plan worked perfectly.