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When Kirishima Eijirou showed up to the Bakugou Katsuki's house with a box full of tissues and another box with pepperoni pizza, Bakugou couldn't tell if he was the best friend he could ever have or just an annoying kid who kept hanging out with him.
"I know you said you don't cry, but it's difficult getting over a breakup," Kirishima smirked, pushing past Bakugou and into the house. "And I didn't bring ice-cream because it's not manly."
Katsuki grunted when his large backpack hit him in the shoulder. He didn't know why someone like Kirishima needed to carry so much in there in the first place.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Katsuki shut the door behind him, watching Kirishima place down the pizza box on the coffee table and get comfortable on his couch.
"When my girlfriend dumped me, all I wanted to do was eat and cry," Kirishima sighed, grabbing a slice of the greasy pizza. "It actually made me feel better after gaining a few pounds."
Katsuki stood at the entrance, mind hazy with confusion. "What the fuck? You think I'm going to act depressed n' shit just because that crazy gold digger cut it off?"
"Well, I mean, yeah..."
"No fucking way, I didn't like her in the first place, dammit," Katsuki took a seat next to Kirishima, propping his feet up. Resisting the pizza was difficult, so Katsuki gave in and stole a slice.
"Then why did you guys date?"
The question was something not even Katsuki had thought of. The day they met was still foggy in his mind. It was the first day of school, and after having no one come up and talk to him, he was desperate. He didn't show it, of course.
Kirishima looked over at him with expecting eyes, cheek pushed out on one side as he chewed his food.
Katsuki sighed, running a rough hand through spiky blonde locks, "listen, shit's complicated. Now eat your fucking pizza and leave me the hell alone."
Kirishima smiled softly, digging through his backpack and pulling out a video game, "also brought this, figured you'd wanna play."
It took one glimpse of this flashy 'Just Dance' game for his whole mood to change.
A devilish smirk appeared on Katsuki's lips, "you're going fucking down."
*
Tired, yet big, green eyes stared at the stack of papers displayed before him. Each of them were different homework assignments he was sure he wouldn't get done unless he stayed up till three am.
If Izuku was being honest, after the day he's had, he wasn't sure he wanted to do anything at all. Slowly, he felt himself falling asleep.
"Izuku~! Dinner is ready!"
"Huh? Oh, coming!" Izuku called back to his mother, scrambling to his feet and rushing to the dining room.
Inko smiled, placing two pork cutlet bowls down on either side before taking a seat.
"I made your favorite," she said quietly, watching Izuku already begin to dig into the meal. "You've been looking quite beat up lately."
Beat up? Izuku began to panic, how did his mom know what was going on at school when he did everything he could to hide it? The bruises, the cuts, Uraraka had always been there to apply makeup and treat his wounds before he went home.
"The school work is getting a bit too much for you, huh?"
Izuku felt a wave of relief crash over him, and he loosened his shoulders he didn't even know were tense. "Y-Yeah... the teacher's are going a bit overboard with this week's assignments."
The last thing Izuku wanted was for his mother to find out about the bullying, and take him to another school. Or worse, homeschool him.
Dinner was spent with Inko chatting about gossip from work and Izuku listening silently, as usual. Before he realized, he had been poking around with his food, and didn't touch it at all.
"Not hungry tonight?" Inko asked, disappointment spread on her face.
"Uh, not really..." Izuku sat up from his seat, staring down at his now cold meal. "Maybe I'll have it for breakfast."
Inko nodded, taking both bowls away and setting them on the kitchen counter. "Alright then, goodnight Izuku."
"Night, mom."
Before Izuku closes his eyes that night, he looks at the All Might poster across from his bed, shining in all it's glory.
The only thing he can wish for is to be reborn as a cool dude, preferably one who's blonde and always has a smile. Maybe super tall as well, with muscles no one could compare to.
Izuku smiles, eyes fluttering close. Maybe in his dreams, he could live that life.
*
When Midoriya wakes up, the All Might poster is gone, and his walls are painted a dark red.
He looks around, nothing is familiar. Since when could he afford a TV in his room?
Picking himself up off the bed slowly, he begins stumbling over to look in the mirror against a sliding closet.
Red, sharp eyes glare back at him. Noticeably, his hair is blonde, spiky, but blonde. He's a bit taller, a lot more well built, and shirtless. Izuku was shirtless, and equipped with a solid six-pack. What he likes the most is that he's quite good-looking, his soft baby face replaced with one more shapely and manly.
And then it hits him.
"Yes!" He screams jumping around the room like an idiot, a wide smile across his face. "I'm finally a hot teenage boy!"
"Katsuki!" A blonde woman of similar features slams the door open, hands on her hips. "I told you not to fucking scream this early in the morning, now get ready for school!"
And with that, the door closes with the same force it opened.
Izuku can't help but turn back to the mirror, excitement bubbling through him despite what just happened.
"I'm a hot teenage boy~ I'm a hot teenage boy~," he sing songs, dancing randomly while still staring at the mirror.
He hopes this dream never ends.