Thread by @MistakeMedical

#bkdk, #bakudeku

⚠️TW// dubcon (?), Age difference, attempted SA, underage drinking, obsessive behavior, one sided love,...

Bakugou is 23, Izuku is 16

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Katsuki Bakugou, his name was from time to time in everyone's tongues, rolling in conversations about the future of his name.

It wasn't a secret that Katsuki wasn't the ideal heir for such a powerful brand of modeling, his abrasive and egocentric personality making him

kind of a hated character among his peers.

But what could he say? He was important, he was rich, and he loved to party and to hook up.

It was not his fault the people he slept with thought he was going to open his heart to them.

It also wasn't his fault that the models

his parents hired threw themselves onto him after a while. He just wanted to have fun, and they were there.

He was good at his job, so then why did people judged him so hard about his personal life?

And Katsuki thought that nothing but his work and his power mattered.

Until

he messed up.

He got a girl at his parents agency pregnant, and it didn't look good for him.

The girl was barely eighteen, she had a promising modeling career ahead of her, and Mitsuki was heartbroken for her.

So she gave Katsuki to options, to either step up as a father,

or convince the girl to have an abortion and help an old friend of hers with her business.

Bakugou, shocked by the sudden responsibility he was given, chose the later.

The girl he impregnated was recommended to another agency, and he was shipped off hours away to a less

fortunate area of Japan.

There, he met Inko Midoriya, a small businesswoman with two flourishing markets, and her son, Izuku Midoriya, a hardworking teen that seemed sketched out of his presence.

"Is he going to stay with us?"

Katsuki heard Izuku ask his mother the first

night.

"Just for a while, he has come here to learn and help us."

"We don't need any help." Izuku argued "We're fine just the two of us."

"Izuku, that's enough." She sighed "I know you take time to trust people, but please, be nice to Katsuki, ok? Auntie Mitsuki has

asked us for this favor."

Bakugou couldn't hear the teen's answer, and honestly he felt grateful for it.

Who did he think he was? He was just a brat that lived in a tiny apartment in a shitty town, he couldn't even compare to his shoes. His whole outfit was probably more

expensive than his whole tuition.

However, Katsuki decided to make a good choice that day, and he went to sleep, leaving Izuku's rejection behind him.

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"What is all this noise for? It's six in the morning!" Katsuki cursed, rubbing his eyes.

Izuku made a face, looking him up and down, rolling his eyes and going to the bathroom, his mother quickly attending their guest.

"We have to wake up early for our day. Izuku has to go

school and I have to go to work."

"Aren't you the owner of two businesses? Why do you have to work?"

"Oh, Katsuki, this is what owners and CEOs still have to do to earn their pay."

"Fucking goddamn."

"Katsuki, language, please, I don't want Izuku growing up using those

words."

The blond shoot a glance to Izuku, who ignored him as he brushed his teeth.

"Well, you better get prepared, we are starting at eight."

"What?! So early?!"

"Business calls, Katsuki!" Inko exclaimed, going to her room to get dressed.

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Slowly, Katsuki began adapting to the schedule the Midoriyas followed.

He woke up a bit before six, he helped Inko managing her work, had a short, mediocre lunch, continue working, and then arrive home late evening. However, by his own choice, he then decided to cook better

meals for the family. Not because he cared, but because he also ate them, and he loved cooking.

"How was school today, Izuku?" Inko asked her son, as she put on the table.

The boy had just finished showering, after a day of hard work, rubbing his head with a towel.

"Fine."

He answered, his voice tired and exhausted.

"Did something happened, honey?" His mother turned to him, worried.

Midoriya bit his lip, shooting a quick glance towards Katsuki.

"Just the same as always."

"Oh, sweetheart, are those kids still bothering you?"

Izuku

sighed, looking away.

Katsuki had stopped cooking to hear the conversation, and he wasn't that slick with his eavesdropping.

"I don't want to talk about this."

"Why not? I can have a meeting with the principal again, I don't mind."

"You don't need to go to the principal,

mom." He rolled his eyes "Can't I just... Drop school? I can work in your businesses, you know I can manage things just right."

"Izuku!" The mother scoffed "No. I won't allow you to drop school, you need to get a degree."

"Why do I need to? I can work perfectly without

one, you have seen me before!"

"But what if they fail, huh? What if we have to file for bankruptcy? What if you can't inherit neither business?"

"Why are you so negative, mom? We are doing fine!"

"Hey!" Katsuki interrupted "Dinner is ready, you better not let it get

cold or you'll eat casserole for the rest of the year!"

"Ew, I hate casserole." Izuku muttered, walking towards the dinner table, and taking his seat.

Katsuki made him a big bowl of rice, curry, and made sure he got the big pieces of beef in it.

Of course, Izuku complained

when the plates were in front of him.

"This is too much!"

"You're a bag of bones, Deku." Katsuki gave him a light tap on his shoulder "How about instead of studying all day, we go for a run tomorrow evening? Maybe your bullies would think twice if you can defend yourself."

Izuku rolled his eyes.

"I can't, I have to revise the accounting reviews of the new employees and-"

"No, you don't have to do that." Inko interrupted "You will go for a run with Katsuki after you finished your homework."

"But mom-"

"It will be good for you. You spend

too much time in the house."

The teen scoffed, sulking, Katsuki teasing him with a wide smile.

"Listen to your mother, Izuku, and you better finish everything up, or else you'll be cleaning the dishes for a month."

"Stop making it worse." Izuku hissed.

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"Hey, who is the fancy car for?"

Izuku heard the idiots in his class ask behind him, as they rushed outside, pushing him to the side without any care.

Midoriya rubbed his face, wondering why again he was wasting his time in school, he had work to do.

"Deku, hurry the fuck up!"

An angry voice said, making the teen look up.

"No fucking way." He muttered, seeing Katsuki in front of the door.

"Is he here for Izuku?"

"That nerd? In such a fancy car."

"Hey, uncle!" One of the bullies said "We're Deku's friends, can you give us a ride home?"

Katsuki

looked down at the kid, small, snotty, everything about him screamed gangster wannabe.

That was enough to piss him off.

"Fuck off, you ugly piece of shit." He muttered, his ruby eyes shining in pure rage.

"Eh? What the fuck?" The main bully took a step back "What did you just

say?!"

His voice broke as he tried to appear brave, but being realistic, he knew that Katsuki could knock him out with one swing of his fist.

"I said go the fuck away, I don't want uglies near me." Before anyone could say anything, be began talking "Deku, come on! These kids

are fucking weird!"

Like wildfire, the teen around them began giggling and whispering between their friends. Izuku ran to Katsuki, unable to hold his laughter.

"Hey, you dumbass! Are you laughing at me?!" The other kid tried to stop him, grabbing his backpack and pulling

him back.

But Bakugou didn't allow it, hitting the teen's wrist so he would release Midoriya.

"He... He hit me!" He began screaming "He broke my wrist!"

The blond turned to Izuku, clear disgust in his face.

"And you are getting bullied by this guy? He's pathetic."

"Hey!

Old man!" The kid yelled "You really hurt my wrist! You're a psychopath or something!"

"Deku, get in the car."

Katsuki pushed the boy inside, closing the door, and turning to the still complaining group of teenagers.

"Listen here you fucks." He shut them up "I hear that you

even dare to look into Izuku's direction and I swear I will break your skulls and use your blood as fucking car soap!"

And while the teens were stunned, finally facing someone with enough balls to threaten them, Katsuki got in the car with Izuku.

"You got your seatbelt on?"

"I do!"

"Then let's fucking go."

He made sure to create as much noise as he could, showing off his engine and his ability to drive smoothly in such a small street.

Fuck, how he missed bragging about shit like this. Too bad his public was a bunch of kids, but at least he

made Izuku smile.

"Did you just call Hashima a piece of shit?" He asked, chuckling, covering his mouth with one hand.

"An ugly piece of shit." He corrected "Has nobody told him that yet?"

"Not that I know of!"

"Are you serious, Deku? You are getting bullied by a dude that

smells like unwashed dick and has a middle part with a bowl cut?" He put on a silly face "Hey uncle, let me rude your luxury car, uh uh uh."

"Stop!" Midoriya laughed "I swear he's worse at school."

"Let me guess... He calls you a nerd."

"Yeah." Izuku hugged himself "Well,

he does more, but... Yeah, he calls me a nerd sometimes."

"Fucking hell, you really are a nerd if that what is annoying you."

The teen shrugged, looking at the window.

"I don't care, I won't see them next year."

"Why not? You still have to go to highschool."

"Kacchan..."

He muttered, grabbing the tie of his uniform "Can you keep a secret?"

"Depends on the secret."

"I'll take that as a yes, but please don't tell my mom!"

"Ugh, okay, sure, what is it?"

"I'm actually already in my last year of highschool."

"What? No, impossible, you're only

sixteen. You still have one year left."

"Not really... I managed to slip to my last year thanks to extracurriculars and extra classes."

"One whole year?"

"Yeah."

"How doesn't Inko know about this? She must have given permission!"

"I... I forged her signature."

"What?!"

Katsuki had to stop the car, in the middle of the street, just to stare at the teen.

"You faked you mom's signature?"

Izuku looked around, grabbing onto the seatbelt.

"What are you doing?! You can't stop here!"

"Wow." Bakugou ignored him "And I thought you were just a nerd."

"Ok! Ok! But continue driving please."

The man grabbed back the wheel.

"Oh my fucking god." He laughed "I'm going to hold this information over your head, you know that right?"

"Kacchan! I told you not to tell mom!"

"Oh, I'm not going to tell her..." He stopped the

car again, this time properly parked in front of a fancy looking establishment "Unless you stop coming with me to the gym."

"A gym?" Izuku took a hard look to the place "A gym?!"

"Yes! A gym."

"I can't go there, I'm just a kid."

"Fifteen and up can come with an adult,

and I'm the adult here, so..."

"I cannot afford the subscription!"

"You? Nah, you're not paying, my parents are."

"Auntie is paying?!"

"Yes, I told her all about your problems and she decided to give me more money to treat you."

"I cannot accept it, I-"

"Hush, it's

already paid for. Not get out and get ready!"

"I'm wearing my uniform!"

"Quit crying, I know you have your school's tracksuit in your bag! Move your ass."

"Kacchan!" Izuku complained loudly.

But Katsuki managed to pull his out of the car.

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TBC