Fear of the Weak
Excited & Angsty Starter @brighteyedcrybaby
Sometimes Izuku would think they could become friends again. Despite how he has made it a point that he is beneath him, the male tries to stand beside him. He was weak, pathetic, small, and those eyes kept looking at him with a determination. Bakugou isn’t sure how many times he has blasted the bastard, and still he gets up.
He heard the Kacchan that the other calls him, it wasn’t special, that is what everyone calls him it a familiar name. Turning his head, the small boy looked at the other with annoyance as he crossed his arms. “What do you want?”
They were in their last year of elementary school, about to be middle schoolers, and still the other hasn’t gotten the hint. How many times does he have to BLAST the dumbass until he gets it in his head that he is above him. That he should just bow out and keep his powerless ass away from him and his dreams of being the number one hero.
He grins almost malicious, his original fear and annoyance morphing into something more akin to cruelty. “Are you finally going to back off on this whole heroing bullshit of yours?”












