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Who got Bakugou to wear a tie?
My money's on Iida.
I headcanon that Bakugou didn't wear it, because Iida wore him down. The latter only asked him once.
But Four-eyes looked like the embodiment of "worried sick," when he explained that their class should present themselves as responsible and united in front of the principal.
So Katsuki wore the damn tie, just to give Four-eyes a modicum of peace of mind: The feeling of being able to control, or rather to influence, things, people, outcomes... hopefully, a dear friend, who lost his way home.
Katsuki's 17th birthday
Katsuki dragged his feet towards the steps that lead up to 1-A's dorm.
There was a pounding in his left shoulder. Still less annoying than the twist in his lower abdomen, anytime he made sudden movements.
No wonder.
It has been all but a few weeks, since that cackling-crackhead had ran him through with those freaky spikes.
But every single one of Katsuki's peers who had been admitted to the hospital with him, had picked training back up immediately after their release. There was neither enough manpower, nor enough time for anybody to rest like they were supposed to.
This morning again, 1-A had quietly made their way to the training grounds, before even just a hint of yellow had shown itself on the horizon.
Katsuki's class had spent all morning and noon running through combat exercises - all of them, the ones usually more focused on rescue and reconnaissance included.
None of them knew, what they would soon be up against. But the PLW had taught them that there might come a moment, where every single one of them would be needed at the front-most lines.
No one complained, not even Sparky or the runt, when they sweated and struggled straight through lunch time. It was only thanks to Awase and Shitty Hair's twin, who turned up to usher them towards the cafeteria - apparently at 1-B's Class Rep's behest - that 1-A managed to get something into their stomach, before it got closed until dinner time.
After their belated lunch, 1-A had ventured outside UA's barriers on their first authorized Deku-hunt. When they returned, unsuccessful and frustrated, Katsuki had trodded over to his parents’ temporary quarters. The hag had demanded that he have dinner with his family today. Katsuki only went because he had missed his parents, and his mom always made his favourite spicy curry for his birthday wanted to shut up her yapping.
With flavourful curry warming his stomach, and his soft bed on his mind, Katsuki pushed the frontdoor open.
The entrance hall was dark and quiet.
No surprise here either.
These days, when class 1-A arrived home after a day full of physical exercise and working as substitute volunteer heroes, nobody had energy left for anything else, beyond cleaning themselves up and dragging themselves upstairs to their beds.
Katsuki frowned.
Not too long ago, in front of their ridiculously oversized TV screen, Shitty Hair almost crushed his gaming controller in his palms, while he groaned.
Not too long ago, Sparky almost choked on himself because he was laughing, while jumping up and down with another controller in his outstretched hands.
Not too long ago, Soy-sauce Face almost fell off their equally ridiculously humongous couch, when he leaned over multiple of their classmates, to explain to Icy-hot whatever was happening on the manga pages, that the latter had held out towards him.
Not too long ago, in the kitchen, the tea kettle screeched for way too long because Ponytail got caught up with scolding Raccoon Eyes, for whatever the latter had said that had made Round Cheeks squeal like a guinea pig and circle the lights over their dining area.
Not too long ago, at one of the many tables, Four-Eyes and Dek...
Katsuki closed his eyes and allowed himself a small sigh.
It had been a long day. He should feel glad about some peace and quiet.
But his once buzzling home felt... dead.
And it wasn't supposed to be like th-
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
For a split-second, the flooding lights felt blinding, and Katsuki recoiled slightly from the popping sound of those ridiculous confetti poppers.
Suddenly, he remembered one of the video recording that his old man had taken of him many years ago: His five-year-old self had just managed to activate his explosions on purpose for the first time... and then he had promptly fallen over, because the impact of his own quirk had startled him.
Katsuki bristled and shook his head, hoping to rid his hair of some of that glitter trash. These idiots are annoying.
But before he could fire off a string of curses, a heavy arm that was flung around his shoulders stopped him.
Shitty Hair murmured into his ear, “Hey, I know you don't like fuss, but Iida insisted. He said that people should know, when other's are grateful for their existence. Don't worry. Everyone is feeling rather dead on their feet, and will want their beds soon. But we really wanted to do at least this much. Please don't go off, 'kay?"
Katsuki scowled. That reasoning was annoying.
Raccoon Eyes saved him from having to reply to Shitty Hair, "Bakugou, look! Satou made this just for you!"
And he did, because that beauty deserved to be looked at. The cake was just as massive as the one, that Satou had made for him and Icy-hot, when all of 1-A had finally gotten their Provisional Hero licenses.
"Huh? What are chili peppers doing there?! Hey Satou, are those made from sugar, or actually real ones? I thought we would have some fruit cake!"
"Technically, Kaminari-san, chili peppers are fruit. They have the same prop..."
God, Ponytail should save it! If Dunce Face couldn't appreciate Katsuki's birthday cake, then he should shove it!
But before Katsuki could voice those thoughts out loud, his attention got caught by a pair of bespectacled eyes that were watching all of them with a tired, but soft expression.
Katsuki rolled his eyes. That sight was annoying.
Using the inane fruit discussion that had broken out between his classmates, he marched over to Four-eyes.
“Hey. Thanks... Prez.”
It was only fair. Four-eyes was the only one of these idiots, who had taken his chosen hero name seriously.
To his credit, Four-eyed Prez seemed surprised but caught himself, before Katsuki felt itchy again. With an easy smile, Prez simply said, “You’re very welcome, Bakugou-kun.” Then he turned to the other idiots to lecture them about washing their hands and sitting down, before stuffing their face with cake, and...
"WHAT THE CRAP??! THOSE ARE TWO SLICES, DUNCE FACE!! GET YOUR OWN DAMN BIRTHDAY CAKE!!!
...
I like the subtle changes between these two classmates. I think that over time, Iida gets better with knowing when to give, and when to hold back with his input. On his part, Bakugou also shows some improvements in regards to not dismissing what other people tell him right away, and to actually give some of them his consideration.
The BNHA school briefs have a story about Iida's birthday, in which Bakugou actively tried to prevent 1-A's surprise for their Class Rep from failing - even though he still opted out of celebrating with them himself.
I headcanon, that Iida made a mental note to enforce some Bakugou-celebration in return.
! SPOILERS BELOW !
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I can't.
Bakugou and Todoroki are hiding behind Iida.
And Kacchan is telling on students to School Class Prez.
Remember this delinquent and this stick-up-the-butt:
Bakugou and Iida certainly still exhibit clear traits of those. But they are not mainly those anymore.
They have become GEMDD and Ingenium, and they will continue to work hard to remain worthy of those names.
They have truly become Kacchan and Class Dad Prez.
...
Bakugou can be swayed by some people (e.g., hard power: Deku & Todo, soft power: Kiri & Kami), but those people still defer to him most of the time. Within those dynamics, Bakugou kinda takes the role of the mean, prickly older brother, while the others are the admiring younger brothers instead.
(Except for Todoroki. Todoroki has the vibe of the sassy fraternal twin. Over whom Bakugou tries to lord over that he's ten minutes older - even when both of them will be old grandpas in their eighties... not that Todoroki ever cares.)
I have an unfinished meta lying around for another MHA character, about guys benefitting from having a positive older brother figure in their lives.
It could be nice for Bakugou (and Iida) to have something like that between them.
Katsuki's 17th birthday
Katsuki dragged his feet towards the steps that lead up to 1-A's dorm.
There was a pounding in his left shoulder. Still less annoying than the twist in his lower abdomen, anytime he made sudden movements.
No wonder.
It has been all but a few weeks, since that cackling-crackhead had ran him through with those freaky spikes.
But every single one of Katsuki's peers who had been admitted to the hospital with him, had picked training back up immediately after their release. There was neither enough manpower, nor enough time for anybody to rest like they were supposed to.
This morning again, 1-A had quietly made their way to the training grounds, before even just a hint of yellow had shown itself on the horizon.
Katsuki's class had spent all morning and noon running through combat exercises - all of them, the ones usually more focused on rescue and reconnaissance included.
None of them knew, what they would soon be up against. But the PLW had taught them that there might come a moment, where every single one of them would be needed at the front-most lines.
No one complained, not even Sparky or the runt, when they sweated and struggled straight through lunch time. It was only thanks to Awase and Shitty Hair's twin, who turned up to usher them towards the cafeteria - apparently at 1-B's Class Rep's behest - that 1-A managed to get something into their stomach, before it got closed until dinner time.
After their belated lunch, 1-A had ventured outside UA's barriers on their first authorized Deku-hunt. When they returned, unsuccessful and frustrated, Katsuki had trodded over to his parents’ temporary quarters. The hag had demanded that he have dinner with his family today. Katsuki only went because he had missed his parents, and his mom always made his favourite spicy curry for his birthday wanted to shut up her yapping.
With flavourful curry warming his stomach, and his soft bed on his mind, Katsuki pushed the frontdoor open.
The entrance hall was dark and quiet.
No surprise here either.
These days, when class 1-A arrived home after a day full of physical exercise and working as substitute volunteer heroes, nobody had energy left for anything else, beyond cleaning themselves up and dragging themselves upstairs to their beds.
Katsuki frowned.
Not too long ago, in front of their ridiculously oversized TV screen, Shitty Hair used to almost crush his gaming controller in his palms, while groaning.
Not too long ago, Sparky used to almost choke on himself, because he was laughing, while he was jumping up and down with another controller in his outstretched hands.
Not too long ago, Soy-sauce Face used to almost fall off their equally ridiculously humongous couch, when he attempted to lean over multiple of their classmates, to explain to Icy-hot whatever was happening on the manga pages, that the latter had held out towards him.
Not too long ago, in the kitchen, the tea kettle used to screech for way too long, because Ponytail got caught up with scolding Raccoon Eyes, for whatever the latter had said, that had made Round Cheeks squeal like a guinea pig and circle the lights over their dining area.
Not too long ago, at one of the many tables, Four-Eyes and Dek...
Katsuki closed his eyes and allowed himself a small sigh.
It had been a long day. He should feel glad about the peace and quiet. But his once buzzling home felt... dead. It wasn't supposed to be like th-
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!
For a split-second, the flooding lights felt blinding, and Katsuki recoiled slightly from the popping sound of those ridiculous confetti poppers.
Suddenly, he remembered one of the video recording that his old man had taken of him many years ago: His five-year-old self had just managed to activate his explosions on purpose for the first time... and then he had promptly fallen over, because the impact of his own quirk had startled him.
Katsuki ran a hand over his head grumbingly, hoping to rid it of some of that glitter trash. These idiots are annoying.
Before Katsuki could fire off a string of curses, he was stopped by a heavy arm that got flung around his shoulders.
Shitty Hair murmured into his ear, “Hey, I know you don't like fuss, but Iida insisted. He said that people should know, when other's are grateful for their existence. Don't worry. Everyone is feeling rather dead on their feet, and will want to head to bed soon. But all of us really wanted to do at least this much. Please don't be mad."
Katsuki scowled. That reasoning was annoying.
Raccoon Eyes saved him from having to reply to Shitty Hair, "Bakugou, look! Satou made this just for you!"
And looking he did, because that beauty deserved to be looked at. The cake was just as massive as the one, that Satou had made for him and Icy-hot, when finally, the whole of 1-A had passed their Provisional License exam.
"Huh? What are chili peppers doing there?! Hey Satou, are those made from sugar, or actually real ones? I thought we would have some fruit cake!"
"Technically, Kaminari-san, chili peppers are fruit. They have the same prop..."
God, Ponytail should save it! If Dunce Face couldn't appreciate Katsuki's birthday cake, then he should just shove it!
But before Katsuki could voice those thoughts out loud, his attention got caught by a pair of bespectacled eyes, that was watching all of them with a tired, but soft expression.
Katsuki rolled his eyes. That sight was annoying.
But he used the inane fruit discussion that had broken out between his classmates, to march over to Four-eyes, “Hey. Thanks... Prez.”
It was only fair. Four-eyes was the only one of these idiots, who had taken his chosen hero name seriously.
To his credit, Four-eyed Prez seemed surprised but caught himself, before Katsuki felt itchy again. With an easy smile, Prez simply said, “You’re very welcome, Bakugou-kun.” Then he turned to the other idiots to lecture them about washing their hands and sitting down, before stuffing their face with cake, and...
"WHAT THE CRAP??! THOSE ARE TWO SLICES, DUNCE FACE!! GET YOUR OWN DAMN BIRTHDAY CAKE!!!
...
I like the subtle changes in between these two classmates. I think that over time, Iida gets better with knowing when to give, and when to hold back with his input. On his part, Bakugou also shows some improvements in regards to not dismissing what other people tell him right away, and to actually give some of them his consideration.
The BNHA school briefs have a story about Iida's birthday, in which Bakugou actively tried to prevent 1-A's surprise for their Class Rep from failing - even though he still opted out of celebrating with them himself.
I headcanon, that Iida made himself a mental note to enforce some Bakugou-celebration in return.