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Bakugou leaned back on the couch, everyone had cleared the room crowding into the small kitchen once the pony keg had been tapped. The music was turned up pounding through the room, he recognized the song God Killed the Queen by Louis XIV.
"Here you go Kat, while it's cold." Yuga handed him a red cup filled with beer.
Bakugou glared at him.
"Fuck, sorry, Katsuki," he rolled his eyes and thrust the beer cup out to him. "Your so fucking picky." He flashed a big smile and sat next to him on the couch.
Watching him sit, Bakugou took a drink. "What do you want?"
"Just hanging out with you, I haven't seen you in awhile."
"I've been training," he recognized the playful gleam in his eyes. Fuck that, He didn't have any condoms on him anyway. "I thought we decided to stop fucking around? You were dating some junior?"
"Hmmm, sort of but he's not like you."
Katsuki laughed, "usually that is considered a good thing for most people."
Yuga slipped his head under Katsuki's arm and leaned into his chest. "He wasn't manly enough for me." Red eyes flicked annoyingly at him, the muscled arm lifted. The blonde stood.
"I have an early run tomorrow, I'm outta here." He set down the drink.
"Fuck Katsuki, I'm horny, at least fuck me in the bathroom real quick."
Bakugou looked at the small blonde sitting on the couch, he had a lean, toned body and was a decent lay. They had fooled around a couple times last year but this extra came with too many strings. "Where's Tomura?"
Yuga tilted his head, "why, is he your new toy?"
"Shithead, he has my fucking car keys."
"I saw him go upstairs with that junior kid."
"Which one? The one you liked? Oi, What the fuck is he doing at our party? Fucking juniors shouldn't be here." Bakugou looked around, beer, pipes, vapes, this shit wasn't for a kid.
Yuga laughed harshly, "you're only fucking seventeen Kat... suki." He quickly drew out his full name. "He got a special invite, his mouth is particularly talented." the small blonde grinned as he stuck his finger in his mouth in the motion of a blowjob. "You should try it sometime, the only reason I tried dating him, but he's a shitty top, wasn't worth it in the end." Yuga winked.
"Fuck, whatever, see you," he shook his head trotting up the staircase. What the fuck were these guys thinking messing around with a kid, they were sick. He walked to the back door leading to the idiot's bedroom. He knocked.
"Come in."
He opened the door. Tomura was sitting on the bed, his hands on someone's head who was giving him a blowjob.
"Fuck Tomura," Bakugou spun around walking back out the door.
"Hold on, no big deal, what do you need?"
Bakugou could hear the slurping noises, Tomura was a fucking pervert. "You have my fucking car keys."
"I do? Shit sorry, um, hey can you give me about five minutes?"
"Fuck you." Bakugou slammed the door, clicking his tongue. What choice did he fucking have? It was freezing outside. He went back downstairs and stood by the front door away from the smoky haze of the party. He saw Sunshine spot him from across the room and make a beeline for him. Katsuki braced himself, was he pissed he didn't make the team?
Mirio broke out in a wide grin. "Fuck man, I heard the news, that is so amazing. I'm jealous, but really proud." He pounded Katsuki on the back.
"Thanks Sunshine." Katsuki nodded, this was one of the few extras he respected.
"I'm gunning for you still though man, we have a few more competitions before you head out to training camp. Fuck man, halfpipe in the fucking Olympics!" He grabbed the big blonde and hugged him. "You were always like my brother, I'll miss you."
Katsuki was used to his bear hugs but they were still suffocating, he pulled away. "You too Sunshine, you always pushed me. Hell you're probably the reason I qualified."
Mirio shrugged, "either way, you would have been there, you've got power no one can match Bakugou, when you get big air, fuck, its like, have a beer he's there for awhile."
"Hey Katsuki." Tomura bounded down the stairs holding out a set of car keys. The blonde swiped them out of his hand and turned to the front door. "Wait, fuck man, can you take the kid home?"
Red eyes sparked in anger glaring at Tomura, "He's your fucking lay, you take him home."
"No man, just the blow and that was it, swear. He's a good kid. He lives in your direction and I have no fucking gas, please."
Bakugou shook his head, "fine, where the fuck is he? I'm ready to go."
"I'm right here."
The kid stepped into the hall light. He was smaller than Bakugou had expected, or maybe it was the way he was standing, he seemed to hunch in on himself. He had round green eyes that were too big for his lean face. His hair was cropped short and gleamed a soft green in the light. His expression was pinched, he seemed unhappy.
"Let's go." Bakugou walked out the door, not looking to see if the kid was following him. He walked carefully, the recent warm spell during the day had been melting the snow and everything was icy at night. The crunching of boots behind him let him know the kid was there, then he heard the slip.
Izuku hit a patch of ice and his foot slipped, he tried to catch himself but he was already sliding off balance, he flipped on his back hitting the concrete, his breath knocked out of his body. His head smacked the hard ground, white lights flashed in his eyes as he struggled to breathe.
"Fuck, kid, are you okay?" Katsuki was over him, kneeling down, quickly checking his arms and legs. "Nothing broken, fuck I heard your head hit. "
Izuku tried to get up, but strong arms held him down. "Let me the fuck go," he snarled.
Katsuki held the green haired kid down, "you could have a concussion, fucking hold still you idiot, fucking Deku."
"Fuck you." Izuku struggled but the blonde was much bigger and stronger, he held him with ease. Rage shot through him, fuck he had to get away, "I said let me go," he swung at the blonde who backed up at the last minute, Midoriya's fist swung through air.
Katsuki lifted his hands, "it's your fucking head." He stood up and watched the kid struggle on the ice, finally making it to all fours, he slowly got up, swaying unsteadily. Bakugou clicked his tongue, "fucking stubborn." He kept walking but he slowed his pace listening to make sure the kid was following. Stopping at his truck, he unlocked the passenger door and waited. Under the street light he could see the kid's face was too pale, his eyes dull. "Get in." He pushed him into his lifted truck.
"Don't touch me." The door slammed on Izuku's words. Pain throbbed like a jackhammer on the back of his skull. He leaned forward trying to breathe. The nausea hit hard, he grabbed the handle and pushed the door open just in time to puke on the street. Hot fluid shot out, stripping his throat raw. He gasped spitting the bile from his mouth. He puked again, his stomach clenching, then again, over and over so hard he lost his balance and started to slip out the door.
Bakugou had just climbed in when the kid threw the door open and started puking. He could see he was leaning out too far and grabbed his jacket as he started to topple out. "Fuck, you are a fucking Deku." He pulled himself over the center console and slid in under the kid balancing him on his thigh, grabbing him by the waist so he could lean out the truck door. He laid his hand on his back.
Izuku thought his guts were coming out, he puked so hard he could only gag. Tears slid down his cheeks, he started to sob, everything fucking hurt. A hand was on his back, rubbing lightly, he could feel the strong arm holding him. He wanted to fight, push away, but he couldn't, he just gagged, gasping for breath and let the blonde hold him.
Katsuki waited, the gagging was slowing down, there was nothing left. He eyed the mess on the street and on the footbar of his truck, fucking Tomura semen probably in there. He almost gagged himself. Deku finally went quiet, heavy breathing and an occasional spit into the street. With his free hand Bakugou grabbed the towel he used to clean his board. He pulled it around to the kid's face. "Here."
Izuku grabbed the towel and wiped his mouth. He was able to breath now but the burning in his throat was unbearable. 'Fuck I just deep throated that prick now this,' "Do you have water?" He croaked.
"Yeah," Bakugou fished around the back, his hand landing on his bottle. He popped open the top and handed it to him. The kid took a swig and spit, another and spit again. He wiped with the towel again.
"At least your not fucking stupid Deku." Katsuki pulled him into the car and onto his lap, the air was bitter cold. He shut the door.
"What?"
"You didn't try to drink the water."
"That would be fucking stupid," Izuku bit back sarcastically.
"You're a prickly shit aren't you." Bakugou leaned forward grabbing the bar under the seat, he pushed it back as far as possible to give Deku some room. He leaned the seat back as well.
Izuku stared at the floor, his throat was on fire, his head was hammering and sitting on this asshole's lap made him feel stupid. Tears were prickling his eyes, 'what a fucking crybaby', his uncle was right. "I'm fine now, you can let me go." The blonde sat not moving. "Are you deaf?" Midoriya looked over his shoulder, the movement made him dizzy, he gagged.
"Deku shut the fuck up, lean back and don't move. We're stuck here until your head starts to feel better. I don't like it either." He could feel the kid's body trembling, his stomach muscles had to be hurting. He pulled on him. "Think of me as a big pillow, just lean back." Slowly the kid leaned on him, body rigid. He clearly did not like to be touched, Katsuki put his hands behind his head and relaxed.
Izuku stiffened his body, watching the blonde, hands behind his head closing his eyes. Was he fucking falling asleep? His muscles were screaming, he had done two back to backs today and he was exhausted, finally he gave up and let himself lean against the blonde's body. The warmth from his chest felt good, his head still pounded but the nausea was subsiding. He tried closing his eyes but he felt like he was spinning still. He looked out the window at the dark houses covered in snow.
Katsuki watched the clock, he wanted the kid to lay still at least fifteen to twenty minutes. "Can you do me a favor?"
"What?" His voice was cracked.
Bakugou held up his hand, "how many fingers am I holding up?"
"Two."
"When's your birthday?"
"Um, July 15th. That was stupid."
"Yeah I guess it was, I wouldn't know if you were right or wrong." He laughed at himself. "You sounded like you knew though."
Izuku eyed the blonde, he seemed different from his reputation. He knew who he was, fuck everybody did, best halfpipe rider around, he was going to the Olympicis. And he was known as being a total hardass. 'Prick' He was also the asshole that Yuga liked. He had started dating Yuga a few weeks ago, they had messed around, it had been his first time fucking someone. Little shit had told him he sucked and was going back to this prick. 'Best fucking top in town' he had texted him breaking up. He sighed.
"You feeling nauseous still?
"No, but my head fucking hurts and I still feel dizzy."
"Okay, when you're ready I'll move out from under you." The kid barely nodded his head. He continued to lay still. After another five minutes, Katsuki felt him moving. "You ready Deku?" Green eyes opened and glared at him.
"Sure Kacchan."
"Who that fuck is that?"
"Just a nickname I call you."
Katsuki smirked, "I didn't know you knew me enough to come up with a pet name." The kid furrowed his brow.
"It's not a pet name, it's an insult," he taunted.
"I don't know, sounds like a pet name to me. You're cute kid, but I prefer my partners a little older."
"Fuck you." Izuku reached and opened the door. Cold air rushed in the cab. "Move," He lifted his body so the blonde could get out.
Katsuki chuckled as he eased himself out from under the kid. He jumped down and shut the door. Walking around he climbed back in the cab and started the engine. He drove carefully looking for black ice.
"I live the other way." Izuku pointed behind them.
"I'm taking you to the hospital Deku, you have a concussion."
"I can't go to the fucking hospital, are you nuts?"
"I guess I am." Katsuki pulled into the local hospital and killed the engine. "I'll walk you in." He walked around and opened the kid's door. "C'mon." The stupid kid shook his head, crossed his arms and held still. 'Hey Deku, do you ride?"
Izuku looked at him, the question caught him by surprise. "Uh, I ski aerial."
"Fuck, no shit, man that's tough. You know then when you get a head injury your career is over in that sport, right?" The kid shrugged. "Your fucking brilliant nerd, man, who's your coach?"
"My uncle."
Bakugou clicked his tongue, family coaches were the worst. "Well nerd you need a little education on head trauma, get your fucking ass out and let's get you checked out."
"I don't have money." Izuku mumbled.
"You're a fucking aeriel skier without insurance, are you fucking insane?"
"I have insurance but only for emergencies."
Bakugou grabbed the kid's arm, "consider this an emergency." He caught him as he fell from the truck. Holding his elbow he walked him into the hospital.
Bakugou woke up, his back was killing him, he sat up in the chair. Fuck. He looked at his watch, it was one in the morning. Pulling out his phone he texted his coach.
(Katsuki) At the hospital with a friend, can we push back training to 10?
The nerd was sitting in a hospital bed, they were crammed in a curtain draped room.
"You're awake."
"Yeah." Bakugou rubbed his eyes.
"Sorry my uncle never got back to me." Izuku played with his phone. Anger welled up in him, fucking lazy dick. His uncle had fucking grabbed his coat tails seven years ago and he couldn't fucking shake the asshole loose. "He's probably drunk, stoned or both."
"Nice coach."
Izuku shrugged.
"Hello Izuku," Doctor Hado stepped in the curtained area. "You have a minor concussion, very glad you came in tonight. Your scans look clean but you need to rest over the next week." She glanced at Bakugou, "are you friends?" The blonde nodded. "It says here you are on the ski team?"
Izuku nodded, "yeah."
"I need you to stay off those skis for at least a week, okay?"
"Um, okay, I guess so."
"This is not an option Izuku, you have strained your brain and brainstem, like a sprain, it's swollen and you need to let it heal before you put it through any more stress. Believe me skiing is the worst thing you can do." She watched him shrug. Putting her hand on her hips she shook her head, "look I'm not sure what you are not understanding but I see your types coming through here everyday. Injured and then back out the next day doing further damage, that's a quick retirement for you if that's what you want." She wrote on a pad of paper, ripping off a sheet, and handed it to Bakugou. "A prescription for anti-inflammatories. If you care about him, get him off the slopes. And have him check in with the team doctor, " She sighed, "you can go now," she waved at Izuku as she walked out of the room.
"Can you hand me my clothes?" Izuku pointed to the pile in the corner.
Bakugou grabbed the clothes and put them on the bed. "I'll be out in the hall getting you checked out."
Concentrating on the road, Bakugou followed the nerd's directions to his neighborhood. He pulled up to a small house.
"Here," Izuku pointed, grabbing the handle, he turned and looked at the blonde. "Thanks."
"See you nerd."
Izuku jumped down and flipped him off, "fuck you Kacchan." He smiled as he closed the door.
Bakugou slid his boots on, other riders were walking in and out of the training room. Grabbing his board he started walking out towards the slopes. 'Fuck' His water bottle was still in his car. Turning he headed back down the hall towards the cafeteria to grab some water.
"Get the fuck out there right now."
Bakugou walked past a tall man snarling at someone. Turning he caught a glimpse of the green haired kid from last night. He stopped. "Hey nerd." Green eyes flicked nervously at him. The man scowled at him. Ignoring the scowl he looked directly at the kid. "I thought the doctor told you to take a week off?"
"None of you business kid, I'm his coach, move on."
Bakugou leaned on his board. "As his coach then you know when hospital paperwork is filed with the team his card is inactivated for the timeframe of the doctor's orders, he can't get on the slopes for a week."
"What?" the man glared at him.
"The doctor by law has to file any injury with the ski team, go ahead and try but the card is inactive." He nodded at the nerd, "see you kid." Bakugou walked off, seething. He had wanted to say more, but he could see the kid's uncle was one of those pricks that would probably make things worse. Better to not get involved. He passed the main office and paused, fuck, he turned and slammed into the office.
Kodai jumped looking at the fiery blonde walking into her office. "You scared me Bakugou."
"Sorry, I want to make sure you got the hospital paperwork on the junior Izuku Midoriya."
"I did, I inactivated his pass this morning."
"Okay, his coach was just telling him to go out on slopes."
"What? Really? I will report this, thanks Bakugou."
Katsuki shrugged, noticing the board. "Is this the junior rankings?
"Yes, I just updated it from yesterday's competition."
Bakugou walked to the board, Izuku Midoriya was number one in aerial freestyle. Clicking his tongue, Katsuki headed back to the cafeteria, it was all he could do for the kid. He just hoped he dropped that dickhead uncle as a coach.
Bakugou slid down the hill pumping his fist, 'FUCK YES' He knew he had climbed to top with that last run. He came to a stop and looked up to watch for his score. Sunshine came from behind him as his score flashed.
"You fucker, all the way to the end," putting his arm around the blonde's shoulders, "your new tricks are fucking brilliant. I can't believe you got all four directions in, you're going to medal Katsuki."
"Thanks man," Katsuki pulled off his board and started walking into the crowd. Yuga waved him down.
"Nice job Katsuki." Yuga eyed Mirio, "you're on fire this week." In the distance they could hear an echo announcing the scores of another competition.
"Hey guys, I'm going to head over there, I'll be back." Sunshine waved and headed off, Yuga walked with him glancing at the hot blonde. "Why are you going to the junior competition Katsuki?" Yuga smirked. "I told you his blowjobs are off the charts, did he give one?"
Bakugou glared at him, "Shut up shithead."
"I've been thinking of going back to dating him," he laughed wickedly, he could see he was getting under the blonde's skin and that never happened. "He has the best mouth pussy around."
Spinning around the Katsuki grabbed Yuga by the collar of his jacket, "I said shut up, he's a fucking kid, if I hear you messing with him, I'll fuck with you shithead."
Yuga backed up, "fuck Katsuki, wish you acted like that about me."
"I'm not acting like anything, he's a kid."
"Why are you going to watch him then?"
"I saw he was leading the competition a couple of months ago,"
Yuga rolled his eyes, "okay right."
They lined up with the crowd. Bakugou noticed someone holding a ride sheet. He edged closer to look at the ride order. He furrowed his brow. "He's not in the competition." Looking around he spotted a kid walking by with skis over his shoulder, "Hey, sorry, but do you know Izuku Midoriya." The kid smiled, "sure man, best aerialist around, you know him?"
"Sort of, he's not competing today?"
"Yeah, sucks, but he left."
"What? Why?"
"Fuck it was a big deal, he got thrown off the team, his coach flipped out, went after the team staff. I think they left town, Izuku mentioned his mom lives by the beach down south."
Bakugou blanched, "thanks." He started back across the snow, his stomach twisting, he felt sick.