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    The summer training camp of Bakugou's second year at UA descends upon him with all the untamed fury of- well, himself, honestly.

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    ✓boyfriend (need to figure out how much he's willing to let him get away with)
    ✓people who claim to be his friends (deluded and in need of correction)
    ✓ptsd (that he absolutely doesn't actually have)
    ✓a healthy dose of denial (say it five times fast and that means it's true, right)

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    16 Jul 2018

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    “Ahhhh! Bakugou, you were gonna leave without telling anybody else?!” Ashido comes running from the dorms and Bakugou wants to bang his head against the dashboard until he knocks himself out.

    Asui comes ambling out after her, carting along her own bags. “Are you really surprised?” She sets her bags down on the sidewalk and sits on one of them. “He has an image to keep up, after all.”

    Ashido is having none of it. “Bakugou!” She stamps her foot. “I can’t believe you weren’t gonna say goodbye to me!”

    Okay well he can’t stand for that, the whole presuming that they’re friends thing. Bakugou half-lunges out the window, shoving Kirishima aside so he can shout, “That would be because I don’t fucking care about you!”

    Uraraka calls across the courtyard, “He was probably worried he would start crying.”

    “Of happiness, bitch! Graduation day is going to be the fucking pinnacle of my social life because I’ll never have to see any of you assholes again!” He glares up at Kirishima, who has turned away from him, shaking. “Fucking stop laughing! This is your fault! I could’ve been out of here by now!”

    “Ah haha,” Kirishima snorts, not even bothering to hide his grin. “That’s right. You forgot your wristband.” He pulls the leather strap from his pocket and hands it over. It was a present, some stupid couples thing they did during Christmas where they exchanged gifts. Kirishima had gotten him this leather strap that admittedly didn’t look fucking awful, carefully worn and with a skull burned into it. Bakugou takes it and pretends that his face isn’t turning red when he remembers how shitty his giftcard-to-a-coffee-place present had been in return.

    “I’ll text you tomorrow,” Kirishima is saying.

    “Whatever,” Bakugou mutters.

    “Bye, Mr. Bakugou! Nice talking to you.”

    “See you around Eijirou, take care of yourself. Say hi to your family for me.”

    Bakugou doesn’t push himself back up to sit properly until they’re nearly off the hill the school’s built upon. His phone is in his hands before he realizes what he’s doing and he angrily shoves it away.

    “You like that boy quite a bit, huh?” Bakugou’s dad has the audacity to sound amused.

    “He’s fucking annoying.”

    “He’s good for you.” His dad glances over. “Could you get your seatbelt on, kiddo?”

    “Don’t call me that.” Bakugou waits a reasonable amount of time before complying, so his dad doesn’t think it’s because he asked.

    “Listen Katsuki, about that training camp…”

    Bakugou throws his head back and groans.

    “Now come on son, don’t be like that. Your mother and I are just trying to do what’s best for you.”

    “No you’re not, you’re hovering! Fuck! I’m seventeen and I’ll go to the fucking camp if I want to, got it?”

    “I want to make sure you’re not going because you’re trying to push yourself,” his dad says gently.

    “I’m not. I’m going because I’m training to be a professional hero, god damn it! Everybody else is going and I’m not falling behind. I’m not gonna say it again!”

    “I’m just not so sure this is a good idea to begin with.” His dad taps his fingers against the steering wheel. “For any of you kids. It’s even in the mountains again, couldn’t they have picked somewhere different?”

    “It is somewhere different, it’s in the opposite direction as the last place. Shockingly, there’s mountains all over. Fucking relax.”

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    You take the arm off four days later.

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    15 Jul 2018

  3. Rec 23

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    A couple of wildly different interviews of team pro hero team Powerhouse. It's tough to get them all together in the same studio at the same time!

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    09 Jul 2018

  4. Rec 68

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    Where Class 1-A finds itself in a time loop centered around their first year at UA. After getting over the usual angst, they decide that the best way to grow as heroes is by antagonizing dangerous villains for fun and amusement.

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    07 Jul 2018

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    “Well of course this was part of the plan!” Bakugou strained against the restraints that held him to the chair. “You think we didn’t know you planned to kidnap me and take me to your secret base where you keep all your Nomu?”

    “You’re bluffing,” Toga singsonged. “You don’t have a clue where you are.”

    Bakugou glared. “674 Kammino Ward, Yokohama. The big creepy warehouse next to the old fish packing plant. The only reason I’m still here is so that the pro-heroes have a reason to bust you. We don’t have the licensing to kick your fucking ass otherwise we’d do it ourselves.”

    “Umm,” Spinner interrupted by clearing his throat. He held up a little plastic baggie. “This was left on the doorstep.”

    Inside was a red toothbrush and a paper note that just said, “Bakugou forgot this.”

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    Izuku Midoriya used to want to be a hero. It seems a distant dream, now, after everything that he's done—after everything that he's been made to do. But it's still there. It's a dim, flickering flame, burning lower by the day.

    He doesn't have time to concern himself with that though, these days he's too focused on staying alive to think too much about what he can never have.

    Then All Might takes a job teaching at UA, and the universe says hey you know what would be fun? What if we fucked Izuku over even more than we already have? and thus, Izuku ends up in the General Education class of UA with strict instructions to report everything he can, because, thank fucking no one, he just can't catch a goddamn break.

    AKA Hisashi Midoriya is a member of one of the most notorious underground supervillain organizations, and Izuku is being forced to help them (even though, trust him, he'd really rather not). Too bad that they don't predict that Izuku's going to get adopted by half the faculty when they send him to spy on the prestigious hero academy.

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    07 Jul 2018

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    There were a couple other students who, like him, had arrived earlier than necessary and were milling about, though not so many that Izuku was unable to find an empty part of campus, allowing Izuku to find an isolated spot up against a building.

    He’s flipping through pages of his book when a voice booms: “Ah! Hey there!”

    It’s not like the shrill, unnatural volume of Present Mic’s quirk—rather, the loudness of it is deep and resonant, the sort of voice you hear in someone broad-chested and large.

    Izuku recognizes the voice immediately, and though he feels himself locking up, he forces himself to look anyways, just in case he’s—you know, wrong about the voice he’s spent his entire life listening to on TV recordings.

    (He isn’t.)

    Standing not ten feet away is All Might, wearing a white t-shirt rather than his hero uniform. He seems larger and more intimidating now than he did yesterday—probably in part because they’re alone, and also because this time Izuku is sitting on the ground, leaning up against the wall of the building, legs tucked in close as if to provide extra shelter from the bracing cold of the early morning.

    “Sorry to disturb you!” All Might says brightly, and Izuku’s heart starts beating in his chest again, though now its pace is uncomfortably fast. Izuku is aware from all the accounts of encounters with All Might that he’s read that the pro hero is supposedly just as personable one-on-one as interviews with him would suggest.

    Izuku wants to say, ‘it’s fine’, but unfortunately, not having a panic attack is not equivalent to being a functional human being who has even the most basic of communication skills, especially when face-to-face with their lifelong hero whose murder their kidnapper is trying to use them to facilitate. So instead, what Izuku does say is: “Huh?” in a voice that is far too high and that cracks despite Izuku’s best efforts.

    “You’re from Class 1-C, correct?” says All Might.

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