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FILL - someone taking advantage of bakugou's shitty mental health (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2018-10-01 09:07 am (UTC)(link)On this particular Sunday morning, Satoshi found himself in a brightly-lit convenience store. He wanted beef jerky but he didn’t have any money or Noburu’s stretchy fingers to swipe any for him, and he’d been contemplating the cost-risk reward of trying to snatch a package himself when somebody checked him with their shoulder as they hurried down an aisle.
Satoshi whipped around. He was a guy who tended to stay pretty consistently on the “chill” side of things, but if he let the wrong person do that then it was his rep down the drain. The guy walking away from him looked approximately his age, so Satoshi yelled out a sharp “Hey!” at his back.
He whipped around, a snarl already in the air, before their eyes met. Satoshi’s eyes widened.
“Katsuki?” He said.
In truth it wasn’t really that surprising that they had bumped into each other. They lived in the same general area after all, but Satoshi hadn’t seen him since their last year of junior high had ended, and it was odd to say the least.
“Don’t you usually work out in the mornings?” Satoshi asked, opening his mouth and letting his teeth spread and sharpen before biting into a stick of the chewy jerky. He’d grabbed a package off the shelf and Katsuki had paid for it without even being asked. Katsuki was a fucking square, but it sure was nice sometimes to have a friend who’d rather shill out their own cash than get caught in the company of a shoplifter. They were walking somewhere else now, Satoshi dutifully following from two steps behind.
“Yeah,” Katsuki said, and then made a face. “But Mom needed milk and eggs, and forced me to run errands for her first.”
Satoshi hummed in a vague kind of commiseration. Mrs. Bakugou was hot, like MILF-hot, but she could be almost as bitchy as her son, and at least Katsuki actually liked him.
“Fucking annoying,” Katsuki muttered. He stopped and looked at Satoshi.
Satoshi looked back at him. Katsuki was always a hard read, but Satoshi had grown up with him and had the dubious honor of being called one of his friends for a long time.
“Wanna go to the movies?” He asked once he’d stopped chewing. The pinched look in Katsuki’s eyes relaxed.
“Gotta drop this shit off first,” he said, lifting the plastic bags in his hands.
“Sure,” Satoshi said. “You mind if I call Noburu and see if he wants to come? He’s usually up by now.”
Now was 1 PM. Katsuki rolled his eyes. “Do what you want,” he said, dismissively. They were in front of the Bakugou house now, and Satoshi watched as Katsuki walked down the sidewalk that crossed the neatly trimmed front lawn.
Satoshi called Noburu. “Hey, dude,” he said when the phone picked up. “You’ll never guess who I’m with right now.”
There was a pause from the other end of the line. “…Miho-chan?” Came the uncertain reply.
Miho was the hottest girl in their class. “No, dumbass,” Satoshi said. “Katsuki.”
Noburu made a choking noise. “What? How?”
“Bumoed into him at the convenience store,” Satoshi said. “We’re going to the movies now, wanna come with?”
Noburu made a grumbling noise. “Fine, but nothing gross, okay?”
“You know Katsuki always picks the movies, man,” Satoshi said.
When Katsuki finally slumped back outside, he was wearing a heavy jacket over his T-shirt. It was a hot summer day, but Satoshi decided not to say anything about it.
Katsuki noticed him looking anyway. “Cold,” he mumbled.
Satoshi blinked. “Sure,” he said.
It was strange. Katsuki was the type of guy who wore shorts in the middle of winter just to prove he could, and he’d never bothered to justify himself to anyone before.
After the Sludge Villain incident, Katsuki had stopped to talking to either Satoshi or Noburu. He’d stopped talking to anyone, really. The only times he opened his mouth in school were to snap out answers at a teacher after being forcibly called-on.
That was another thing. He had been angry all the time now too.
The Katsuki of before had been cruel and vindictive, but he was rarely angry the way he was after the Sludge Villain. When Satoshi and Noburu had sidled up to his desk during lunch break the day after he’d been attacked, Katsuki had screamed at them in a way he never had before, flipping his desk rightside up and sending papers and food everywhere.
He’d gotten sent down to the principal’s office for that. It might’ve been the first and only stain on his perfect record if the school wasn’t as eager for him to succeed as he was.
So Satoshi and Noburu had stopped talking to him. It was strange at first; the three of them had been friends since childhood, and had stayed friends even after other kids had moved away like Tsubasa or fallen out of their group like Midoriya.
They’d gotten used to it. In the end, nothing much had changed expect that both he and Noburu were a little less adventurous without Katsuki telling them what to and a bit lower on the social ladder without Katsuki’s reputation behind them. In the end, it didn’t really matter. Ten months later, he and Noburu had ended up in the local, slightly below-average high school, and Katsuki had gone off to fulfill his dreams at U.A. High.
He had, Satoshi only learned later, been accompanied by Midoriya.
When they’d got to the movie theater, Katsuki scanned over the various movie posters with a lazy look before turning to look at his phone. “You guys can pick,” he said. Satoshi and Noburu gave each other incredulous glances.
But Satoshi wasn’t one to look a gift-horse in the mouth. “How ‘bout that one?” He asked, pointing to a large poster that depicted a partially nude woman with her head thrown back. Vines curled around her breasts in a weak facsimile of censorship, chains draping over her back and across her thighs. It looked foreign, and sexy.
Noburu groaned, but Katsuki gave a noncommittal shrug, eyes still glued to his phone. Satoshi grinned.
“So,” he said. “Who’s gonna buy the tickets?”
Forty-five minutes later, Satoshi was untwisting the Twizzlers in his hands. To be frank, it was more interesting than the movie. That, and the trembly jerks of Katsuki’s shoulders against his.
Katsuki had once again pulled out his wallet to buy the three of them movie tickets and a lapful of snacks, not without a great deal of cursing. He’d insisting on sitting at the end seat, so Noburu was on Satoshi’s other side, oblivious to Katsuki’s quiet shaking next to him.
The movie was the kind of shit that Satoshi liked to watch when he was high but was hell to sit through sober. The camera liked to focus on its lead a lot, her wet eyes and twitchy hands and gasping breasts, but she hadn’t taken her clothes off even once so Satoshi couldn’t see what was so interesting. Fucking false advertising. There was a monster but this was a low-budget so there were no cool effects or costumes, and instead the monster was a series of ever-changing male actors with the same off-putting grin.
What was going on right now? Oh, right. The heroine had gotten herself captured, and the monster (Actor #2, Satoshi noted, tall with dark hair) had her tied up, metal around her wrists to keep her still and fingers in her mouth to keep her silent. Hands on her skin, but that was all: no sex, no screaming.
What a boring story.
Katsuki sniffed, and then made a quiet growling noise to himself as if he was ashamed of the sound. Satoshi didn’t know what he was getting so messed up over.
Maybe he was traumatized.
The thought almost made Satoshi smile.
Satoshi knew, of course, about Katsuki’s kidnapping. The whole country knew; it might have even broke international. Who could forget the rescue operation that led to the fall of Japan’s Number One Hero?
Satoshi wasn’t a heartless guy. He threw his arm over Katsuki’s shoulder and tried not to find it too funny when Katsuki tensed underneath him. He leaned into him, turned his lips against an ear, so close that the short bristles of Katsuki’s hair brushed against his nose.
His jaw clicked when he opened his mouth, except this was speaking time, not feeding time, so he forced it regular again. “Hey, Katsuki,” he said. “I’m gonna get a soda, wanna come?”
Katsuki scoffed, something that was weak and quiet. He stood up from his seat, throwing Satoshi’s arm off his shoulder, and marched down the aisle. Satoshi followed him until the doors of the theater swung shut behind them before he grabbed his hand — always a risky move, but one that made Katsuki skittish no matter the situation.
“Are you crying?” He said, even though Katsuki wasn’t, not exactly, but his eyes were bright and wet under the fluorescent lighting, face drawn out and pale.
“Don’t touch me!” Katsuki said, yanking his hand away. “Fucking freak.”
Satoshi let the right edge of his mouth quirk up a little, and kissed him.
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AN: sorry if this isn’t really what OP was looking for. I'm a bit hesitant over this because it’s…not very exciting, but I figured I might as well post it. Unsure of when I’ll get around to the next part, but hopefully soon, yeah?
for the sake of clarity: Satoshi is Katsuki’s smoker friend from middle school, and Noburu is the one with the extending fingers. these aren’t canon names, I just made them up. likewise, Satoshi doesn’t have a canon Quirk, but I decided to headcanon him as this guy (https://imgur.com/a/xeqkGbR).
op here
(Anonymous) 2018-10-01 03:34 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL - someone taking advantage of bakugou's shitty mental health (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2018-10-04 10:03 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL - someone taking advantage of bakugou's shitty mental health (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2018-10-13 12:16 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL - someone taking advantage of bakugou's shitty mental health (1/?)
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