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In Which Midoriya Nearly Commits Murder

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“In recent news, a D-rank villain, known as the Sludge Villain, escaped prison four hours ago, killing two guards in the process,” the news reporter rattled.

Two students in the room froze.

It was a fairly calm afternoon, with most of the class chilling in the common room after classes. That is until a news broadcast about the recently escaped Sludge Villain started playing on the TV, interrupting the peace.

Bakugou shot up from where he was lounging on the couch with the rest of the Bakusquad, leaning forward to stare at the TV. Kaminari let out a squawk from being suddenly shoved away, about to open his mouth in protest before seeing his explosive friend’s expression.

At the other side of the common room, Midoriya had stopped speaking mid-sentence, suddenly abandoning his conversation with Uraraka and Tsuyu in favor of also staring at the TV.

“Uh, Bakugou?” Sero nudged Bakugou’s thigh with his foot, voice laced with concern. Bakugou didn’t react, folding his fingers together as he listened intently.

Noticing something was amiss, the rest of the class also turned towards the television.

“The Sludge Villain is dangerous, and as the name suggests, his body is made up of sludge, making physical attacks completely ineffective. He was captured by the former number one hero, All Might himself, last time, after a tense standoff between the villain and a group of heroes,” the reporter continued, pictures of the Sludge Villain displaying across the screen. “Do not engage if you come in contact, and contact the police immediately. In other news…”

“Wasn’t that the villain who had held some kid hostage a year back or something?” Kaminari wondered out loud.

“Yeah! I read an article about it! It was super scary,” A sharp snap came from where Hagekure presumably snapped her fingers. A few nods of agreement could be seen from those who heard about the news.

“It was close to where you lived, wasn’t it, Midoriya?” Tsuyu asked, finger placed thoughtfully on her chin. Midoriya didn’t answer, glaring at the TV as though it personally offended him, fists clenched.

“Midoriya? Are you okay?” Momo asked, following the lack of response. Once again, Midoriya didn’t answer, turning to Bakugou with tense shoulders.

“Ka-cchan,” he said through clenched teeth.

“I know,” Bakugou answered, free of his usual insults, looking just as tense.

The class glanced at each other in alarm.

Kacchan,” Midoriya repeated. Bakugou looked up from the TV.

The two stared at each other, having an entire silent conversation with just their eyes. Bakugou shook his head. Midoriya glared. Bakugou raised an eyebrow that somehow perfectly conveyed the middle finger. A minute passed, with the rest of the students getting increasingly uncomfortable and worried.

Finally, Bakugou stood, closing their creepy ass telepathic link that they always denied existed.

“It’s fine, shitnerd,” Bakugou dismissed, turning to leave.

“No, it’s not,” Midoriya glared harder, an expression that the class had only ever seen a few times, all directed towards people who hurt one of his friends.

“And what are you going to fucking do about it?” Bakugou demanded angrily. Midoriya fell silent. “That’s what I fucking thought, Deku. Just leave it to the pros or whatever.”

“The pros didn’t do anything last time!” Midoriya argued, his tone clearly indicating exactly what he thought about the pros, which was very alarming since everyone knew how much of a fanboy Midoriya was. His eyes were ablaze with unwavering determination. A few students looked towards the windows as if considering jumping out for their own safety.

“Fuck off with your fucking hero complex!” Bakugou shouted.

Midoriya tsked in frustration. “This isn’t just some complex, Kacchan! I’m trying to-”

“Back. Off. Deku.”

Midoriya’s jaw snapped shut with an audible click. Bakugou retreated towards his dorm room, not sparing a single glance back. Midoriya stood there for a few moments, clearly pissed, before he stormed off in the opposite direction, slamming through the door on the way outside. Iida gave a small sputter in protest, but let him leave.

Awkward silence filled the room. None of them were well-versed at all in dealing with an angry Midoriya. Bakugou? Sure. Midoriya? Yeah, no, it’d be easier to run for your life in the opposite direction.

“What was that about?” Jirou asked, only to be answered with confused shrugs.

“Wait!” Kirishima’s eyes widened, piecing everything together. “Didn’t Bakugou mention something about being involved in a villain attack before UA?”

Mina gasped in realization. “You don’t think…?”

“That must have been traumatizing,” Tokoyami muttered. The class shuddered, trying to imagine what getting suffocated by a villain literally made of sludge must have been like.

“Is Blasty gonna be okay?” Mina asked, sounding hesitant.

“Pfft, obviously,” Kaminari declared, relieving some of the tension in the room. “He’s super tough. Out of all of us, he’ll be okay.” No arguments there. Bakugou survived getting kidnapped by the League of Villains for god’s sake. At this point, 1A was pretty sure death was afraid of him.

“Indeed,” Iida nodded. “I’m sure everything will be fine. The pro heroes will definitely deal with it quickly.” The class nodded in agreement.

If any of them believed in superstitions, they definitely jinxed it.


It happened two days later, when some of the class were out on a trip to buy groceries. Bakugou had been unwillingly roped along, either because he always picked out the best groceries (seriously if it weren’t for him, his entire useless class probably would’ve died on junk food overdose by now), or because his classmates lived to annoy the fuck out of him. Probably both.

Midoriya and his friends were there too, having darted inside a mochi shop down the street a few minutes ago.

“Hey, Blasty? You’re my best friend right?” Mina sidled up next to him, a sly smile on her face.

“No,” Bakugou deadpanned, looking over the oranges. Kaminari had been whining his ears off about craving oranges yesterday, but Tsu had requested some fresh peaches. He could probably get enough of both for the whole class. They also needed more eggs, and Sugar Lips would appreciate some new baking supplies anyways.

“Meanie,” Mina pouted, jutting her bottom lip out in an exaggerated manner. “Can I just say, your hair looks absolutely stunning today. And that...”

Mina scanned Bakugou’s body, giving him a once over.

“...shirt looks so good on you! Where did you buy it?”

Bakugou dramatically looked down at his usual plain black T-shirt with a skull, and looked back up at Mina, giving her an unimpressed raise of an eyebrow.

Mina put her hands behind her back, looking away sheepishly. “Anyways, I was thinking...”

Bakugou sighed, finally out of patience. “What do you want, Raccoon Eyes?”

Mina brightened. “Can we please, please, please, get some snacks?”

Bakugou glared at her, unamused. “Aizawa said no junk food. What made you think I would say yes anyways?”

“What he doesn’t know wouldn’t hurt him,” Mina suggested.

“Bold of you to assume he doesn’t know everything,” Bakugou couldn’t help but quip back. Mina shrugged.

Bakugou glared harder. Mina only continued to smile innocently, even dramatically batting her eyes. “We promise we won’t be annoying at our next study session.”

Well that was tempting. What the hell, Bakugou was actually having a decent day. He’d been stressed these past few days, not that he told anyone. He was even startled awake by a stupid nightmare the night after the news came out, sweat beads on his forehead, and a phantom feeling of not being able to breath. It was annoying as fuck, and he hated that it affected him so much. He knew he wasn’t fooling his friends, much less Midoriya, who was being stupidly clingy. However, right now all worries of the Sludge Villain were at the back of his mind.

“Fucking fine,” he grumbled. “But only two snacks. Try to sneak in more and I’ll kill you.”

Mina let out a cheer, giving two thumbs up to the very poorly hidden Sero and Kaminari, who were peeking out behind a rack. Bakugou turned and gave them his best intimidating glares. They let out startled yelps and dove out of sight. Bakugou could hear Kaminari’s screech of pain when he threw himself on the floor. One day Bakugou was going to die, and it would be from stress his stupid idiot parade caused. Mina ruffled Bakugou’s hair without his permission, and ran after the other two, waving an arm excitedly. Bakugou turned back to the oranges.

Suddenly, he was hit with a deep gut feeling that something was very wrong. Bakugou put down the orange in his hand and looked around, tense and prepared to act. And then he heard the screams. Dropping his bags, he sprinted out of the store, skidding to a halt on the sidewalk.

People were running in one direction, away from something further up the street. Screams could be heard, and someone had fallen over, panicking. One lady shoved past Bakugou in her haste to get away. However, more people were crowded at an intersection that led to a smaller road, phones out and filming.

He could hear his idiot extras also rushing out of the store, stopping behind him.

“What’s going on?” Sero asked, panting. That’s what he would like to know right now.

Bakugou grabbed the closest person within arms reach.

“What’s going on?” he repeated the question to the man.

“It’s the Sludge Villain! He’s going berserk!” he shouted into Bakugou’s ear. Bakugou’s stomach sank, eyes widening, and he let the man go. Really? Here? Now? Clearly God Allmighty or whoever was up there was against the idea of letting Bakugou not have terrible fucking luck for one day in his life.

He could hear his friends asking questions, but he didn’t answer, eyes scanning his surroundings. He immediately made eye contact with Midoriya, who had rushed out of the mochi store at the same time as him. Midoriya’s eyes were equally wide, and one look at Bakugou’s expression seemed to tell him exactly what he needed to know. Midoriya’s eyes narrowed, and he turned, running towards the crowd of people.

“Stay here!” he ordered his friends (though they’d definitely follow after him like the morons they were), running after Midoriya, and letting out a stream of very creative curses.

Midoriya had stopped just outside the crowd, peeking over the crowd. Bakugou quickly caught up to him, but froze as he took in the sight. It was the Sludge Villain, here in the flesh (slime?), wrecking havoc at the buildings around him, and threatening to take any nearby civilians hostage. And everyone was just standing there, watching as though this was some grand entertainment, just like last time. Bakugou couldn’t breath. Why couldn’t he breath?

“Kacchan!” Midoriya lightly shook his shoulders. “It’s okay, breath.” Bakugou forced a breath, shoving Midoriya off. This was stupid. Why was he panicking showing weakness? He was the future fucking number one hero for god’s sake.

“I’m fine, Deku,” Bakugou growled, trying to focus on anything other than the feeling of his throat closing up, still remembering how his airways had been cut off, sludge sliding down his throat.

Midoriya turned back towards the Sludge Villain. “He’s going to hurt a lot of people before the heroes arrive,” he said, fists clenched.


“I’m going in,” Midoriya steamrolled over Bakugou as if he wasn’t even there, taking a step forward. Bakugou grabbed his wrist. “The fuck you going on about, damn nerd? Are you stupid?”

Midoriya didn’t even look at Bakugou, attempting to pull his arm away.

Bakugou held on tight. “We only have our provisional liscences! We can’t just fucking deal with villains ourselves. You don’t even have your hero costume!”

“Bakugou Katsuki.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened in shock. Midoriya had only ever used his full name twice before, once when he accidently sat on Midoriya’s limited edition silver age 1998 All Might figurine when they were eight, and the other when Bakugou had insulted Auntie Inko in a fit of anger. Neither instance ended well for him. He almost felt pity for what the Sludge Villain was about to face. Almost.

“Do not try to stop me,” Midoriya glared through Bakugou’s skull, eyes boring into his soul. Bakugou gulped, and stepped back, letting go of Midoriya’s wrist.

He hesitantly nodded, and Midoriya gave a curt nod back, turning to make his way through the crowd of civilians.


Midoriya turned around.

“If you do something stupid, I’m telling Auntie.”

Midoriya only grinned back.

The Sludge Villain never stood a chance. Midoriya pounced like a lion, swift and deadly. The villain only had a moment to stutter out “You-!” upon recognition before the blur that was Midoriya was on him, attacking him from every angle. The group of civilians startled, more pulling out their cameras. Bakugou wanted to slap someone, but he kept his eyes on Midoriya. No, he wasn’t worried about the shitty nerd at all.

Midoriya was absolutely relentless, only pausing in his assault to give the villain biting insults that Bakugou knew had to cut deep.

Not even a minute had passed before the Sludge Villain had been scattered to bits, the blob where his mouth was begging for mercy.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” the villain might’ve had legitimate tears coming out of his eyes, but Bakugou didn’t care enough to double check. “Okay? I’m sorry I almost killed you that one time, please just send me back to prison.”


Midoriya stomped on one of his eyes harshly. “And?” he demanded.

“I don’t know what you want me to say!”

Midoriya’s expression darkened, and he grinded his heel into the villain’s eye. The villain shrieked.

“Ah, ok, ok! I’m sorry for trying to kill your friend too! I really didn’t mean it! Please just leave me alone! I should’ve never escaped! I should’ve never met you!” The Sludge Villain was a blubbering mess at this point.

Midoriya scoffed. “Pathetic.”

The pro heroes finally arrived just in time to see a sixteen year old kid calmly stuffing a bunch of sobbing slime into some soda bottles.

“Holy shit,” Ochako said from behind him where she and the rest of their two groups had gathered. That summed up everything pretty well.

After all the press, police, and civilians had been dealt with (this was definitely not a fun part of being a hero), Midoriya marched up to Bakugou, ignoring their friends, and firmly attached himself to his side like the leech he was. Bakugou let him.

“What did he mean ‘almost killed you that one time’?” Bakugou asked quietly.

Midoriya glared daggers at the bottles the police were taking away. “It was nothing. Not nearly as bad as what he did to you.”

“The fuck you talking about? What happened?”

“Well he may have almost choked me to death inside a tunnel before All Might showed up and saved me. That was actually when I first met All Might,” Midoriya smiled as if looking back on fond memories.

“What. The fuck.” Bakugou was going to fucking kill the damn nerd.


Bakugou gave him a look that clearly said that he wasn’t dropping this, but for now he let it go, going blessedly nonverbal as their classmates assaulted them with questions. Midoriya answered them quickly, not straying from Bakugou’s side a single inch.

Their friends quickly backed off, sensing that neither of them were in the mood.


When they finally reached the dorms, Aizawa was waiting for them.

“Bakugou! Midoriya!” Kirishima shouted, immediately noticing them. “I saw the video! That was super manly, Midoriya!” Ah, of course. Heroes work fast but the internet works faster. The rest of the class swarmed them, shouting questions.

“Way to go, Midoriya!” Kaminari clapped Midoriya on the shoulder. “You’re already trending on Twitter!”

“Are you guys okay?” Shouji asked. Bakugou nodded.

That was really cool, Koda signed. Several heads nodded in agreement.

“Over there. Now.” Aizawa’s voice cut through the chatter, thumb jabbing towards the hallway.

Bakugou and Midoriya shared a glance, and then followed.

“You guys were buying groceries, and somehow got involved in a villain attack.” Aizawa said, sounding like he was completely done with life. Bakugou and Midoriya only stared back. The curse of 1A was very well known by now, and none of them could do anything about it. “Of course you did. Why’d I even ask?”

Aizawa looked at Midoriya with a calculating gaze. “You charged at the Sludge Villain by yourself, with no backup, and no plan.”

Midoriya stared right back at Aizawa, looking him straight in the eye. “I regret nothing.”

Aizawa's expression went through all five stages of grief. He then turned to Bakugou. Midoriya somehow shifted closer despite already being plastered to Bakugou’s side, as if trying to shield him from any threats. Aizawa raised an eyebrow at the two of them. Bakugou shrugged. Aizawa sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

“That was extremely reckless, even for you, but in the end, you did the right thing. No civilians were hurt and all damage was limited to a few buildings. The situation was taken care of before the pro heroes arrived and I doubt the villain is going to be escaping anytime soon.” The way the corner of Aizawa’s lips barely quirked up might’ve even been a tad bit proud, but that wasn’t anyone’s business.

Midoriya positively beamed, but his smile still held a self-satisfied viciousness. Bakugou slapped him in the back of the head, annoyed.


Bakugou raised a single eyebrow. “I’m telling Auntie, you stupid fuck.”

Midoriya stopped smiling.