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((MOD Lio!: A continuation of the earlier rp. Summary: Bakugo had complained about too many Midoriyas on the site, another Katsuki told him that there were a lot of Bakugoâs and Todorokiâs on the site too, one even being a villain. Having heard his name called, Villain Todoroki showed up, said he was acting while at UA, and Bakugo tried to convince him to come back, that everyone would welcome him back. However, Todoroki refuses and they talk some more until Bakugo admitted some of the possible feelings he had for Todoroki. Todoroki, having had repressed these earlier feelings, was shocked and gave Bakugo his phone number before running away just before the cops arrived.)) Shotoâs phone rang once, no answer, then a second time, the same thing. Finally, just before the call was about to end, Shoto grabbed his phone and answered the phone. He had been taking his midday nap and wasnât entirely happy about being woken up. âHello?â His voice was low and husky, as he had just woken up. Letting out a soft yawn, he sat up in his bed and looked out the tinted window. Since becoming a villain, heâd dyed the white half of his hair and moved into one of the rougher parts of the city using the money he stole from Endeavor.
After a moment of silence, he checked the number. It wasnât one he knew off the top of his head⊠Then it clicked and a sly smile graced his lips. âThis wouldnât happen to be a certain blonde-haired, ruby eyed boy would it?â He said running a hand through his hair. âIâve got to admit. I wasnât expecting a call. Maybe a text or two.â He let out a soft chuckle as he stood up.
He wasnât sure what he was supposed to say, nor was he sure why his heart was fluttering so fast. This was never a problem in UA⊠or was it? He shook his head, refusing to think back to those days. To the days when he had to pretend he cared about those hero wannabes. Well. Pretending about most of them now that he thought about it. Heâd always cared for Katsuki, but he probably wrote it off as something stupid, as he usually did about anything.Â
Katsukiâs breath stopped as soon as the ringing stopped an a familiar voice came through. âYeah well. I rather call. Itâs easier.â Katsuki was alone, he was able to blush freely and smile a bit. âWhy did you give a number? Thatâs not very villainous of you. Going soft IcyHot?â Katsuki let his voice drop, to go soft, let himself be a little vulnerable. It was just him, the phone and the one who grabbed his attention after all these years on the other side. No one else. At least he hoped.
All he wanted was to hear his voice. To make sure he was okay and didnât get caught. He wouldnât know what to do if that ever happened. He would be lost. âItâs been awhileâŠTodoroki. Since weâve had a proper conversation. Or better yet, talked.â Katsuki huffed out a small laugh. âProper rivals then and proper rivals now. With an upgrade.â Katsuki shifted to lay on his side and stare mindlessly out of the window. âI covered for you to the police and pros. I should get a thank you.â
Shoto took a glance in the mirror, running a hand through his hair. What was he supposed to say? He wasnât even entirely sure why he had given Katsuki his number. Shoto was a wanted criminal and Katsuki was on his way to becoming a hero. After a moment he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. âBecause I wanted to, Blasty.â He wasnât going to say a thing about going soft, because he knew he wasnât, at least not for anyone but Katsuki. Hell, he had even continued his work after he left Katsuki, stealing what Shigaraki had asked him to, killing who heâd been assigned, and then he had come home (of course after dropping off the proof to his stupid leader).Â
âWell⊠I supposeâŠâ He said with a slightly teasing tone before he felt a small genuine smile grace his lips. âThank you, Bakugo.â It felt weird talking to him again. They both knew they shouldnât be talking, unlessâŠÂ âYouâre alone, right?â Maybe he was paranoid, but if this call was being traced, there would be heros or cops outside of his door within a few minutes and he couldnât have that. He needed to stay out of jail for a while, just until he went through with his plan. Then he could go to jail, or change his name and appearance and live a life in relative silence. Maybe he would try to be a hero then, but only if Katsuki asked. He didnât care about anyone else in that class, only Katsuki. Even if he probably didnât care about Shoto anymore. Maybe he was trying to trick him so the police and heros could find him.
Or he was being paranoid, either way. He took a look at the number once again before he wrote it down, just in case he had to burn this phone. He still wanted to talk to Katsuki or have a way to track him down in case he did end up turning Shoto in.
Katsuki noticed the shift in Todorokis voice. He got up to lock his door and the door to the balcony and closed the blinds. âYeah. Everyone is sleeping. Itâs just me.â It was quiet again. Was this a trick? Was Shoto just trying to get him to drop his guard? To get him to trust him just to be kidnapped for recruitment again? No. That was not what Shoto had in mind. He had a specific goal.
Katsuki swallowed. âYou changed your looks. I almost didnât recognize you. ItâsâŠdifferent. Black looks good on you.â Katsuki laid back on his bed and just stared at absolutely nothing. Like how heâs been feeling recently. Heâs been stressed and felt like no one was listening or seeing him. But meeting Shoto again..he felt something that he shoved down so long ago. He shouldnât feel this way. They were both different with different goals and ambitions. âWhy couldnât you have just stayed?â
Shoto let himself relax a little when he heard that he was alone and, for some odd reason, he felt like he had missed the blonde boy. âI live alone, so⊠Me too.â Maybe it was just to assure him that he wasnât planning anything or anything that Katuki might be thinking. He checked the lock on his door and shut his blinds, opting for less sunlight since it was hurting his eyes.Â
His smile grew mischievious as he laid down on his bed again. He drapped an arm over his eyes, pretending as though this were a face to face conversation rather than over the phone. âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd say you were hitting on me.â He said with a small laugh. But⊠Katsuki wouldnât hit on him. He was probably with that Midoriya kid or that Kirishima kid. Those were the two that were closest to him, right?
Why couldnât he have stayed? He let out a soft sigh. âI had things to do⊠Things I couldnât do in those classrooms. If I could do everything I need to do in that school, I would butâŠâ But what? He couldnât live like that anymore. His entire life, heâd pushed down his emotions so his father wouldnât know what he was thinking or what he was planning and U.A.? It wasnât any different, only this time he had to hide it from several pro heros and heros to be. âBut itâs a little late. Iâm sorry.âÂ
He didnât know why he was apologizing. There was no real need for it, because in a situation where Shoto hadnât gone to U.A. and had never met Katsuki, Shoto was a villain and Katsuki was going to to be a hero. Probably the best hero, minus the occasional anger outburst towards civillains. âYou sound stressed. U.A. finally getting to you?â He was joking of course, but he was always bad at communicating that sort of tone. His father had never joked with him, he had been distanced from his siblings⊠U.A. was the first time that he had even really seen anyone joke around. It had been nice.
Katsuki held back a small chuckle. âI might be hitting on you. Maybe not. Youâll never know.â Katsuki felt his smile go down as he listened. âItâs never too late.â He whispered the words quiet enough as if he was speaking to him face to face. Just loud enough for him to hear only. Katsuki wasnât sure what he was doing right now. He was talking to a villain. ButâŠhe felt like he personally knew him. This was not just a villain to Katsuki. This was someone who Katsuki fought beside with. Someone who Katsuki somehow felt close to.
âI finally got my Provisional Liscense. ButâŠâ How was he supposed to tell the very person he just told that U.A was a way to get to his goal, that that very school has been keeping an extra eye on him when heâs out now to make sure he keeps his temper under control. He feltâŠheld down. â..Iâm just getting a lot more work on my shoulders now.â It wasnât a lie but not the whole truth either.
Shoto felt a slight blush grow on his cheeks, shaking his head a little. âMaybe it isnât too late⊠But I canât go back⊠Not yet.â Maybe he would go back after Endeavor was dead. Maybe he could be a hero then, but for now, he had to stay with the league. Any Hero Agency wouldnât allow the flat-out murder of the hero. Especially one as well known as Endeavor. Theyâd have him locked up faster than he could explain why.
He listened quietly, taking a moment to think. Being the child of a pro hero definitely had some perks. âSo⊠You mean that U.A. is keeping an eye on you because of your anger?â It wasnât the first time that U.A. had had a student with really bad anger issues, but there had never been one as bad as Katsuki, at least not in the record books. It was something that Shoto had looked up before he agreed to go to U.A.
âYou feel like youâre held down⊠or that you canât do anything, right?â He asked, rolling over onto his stomach. It made sense, especially if U.A. was trying to keep him in check. If he snapped and went berserk on some random passerby, the school would lose its reputation. They couldnât allow that. âIf you want to talk about it⊠Iâm here.â He said simply. Sure, he was a villain and would probably have to fight Katsuki eventually, but that didnât mean that he couldnât be here for him for a few moments.
Katsuki never felt soâŠvulnerable. He never said it, but Shoto read him like a book and through just a phone call. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Maybe venting would make him feel better.
âI hate it. Iâm not some monster that needs to be held down. Iâve been working on my anger problems. I know I have problems, but they make me feel like I know nothing about control. ItâsâŠnot fair. I feel like I canât be myself anymore no matter how hard I try. Itâs stressing me out.â Katsuki was breathing a bit harder now and felt his palms get a little warm. âThey have a leash on me that I keep getting wrapped around and tangling it up even more. I canât get out of it. Ever.â
He took in a deep breath and without thinking, âI wish I went with you. Just not down that pathâŠâ Katsuki could never take that path but he canât let go of Shoto. âSorry. You didnât need to hear any of that. That wasâŠpersonal.â
âNo. Itâs alright.â He was quiet for a moment. He tried to think for a moment. He remembered his father venting about some hero who had passed the provisional license exam without being enrolled in any hero school, but he didnât remember how he had managed to do it. âActually⊠There is a way to be a hero without going through Hero schools like U.AâŠ. It was something that pissed my father offâŠâ
He sat up and went over to his computer and booted it up. Maybe he could have Katsuki here with him⊠Maybe that was a selfish thought, and he didnât know why he wanted that, but he did. âHold on, Iâm looking through some old filesâŠâ After about five or six minutes, he found what he was looking for. Reading off a few lines, he sat back in his chair and let out a small sigh. âSo you really donât /have/ to go to U.A. or a school to be a hero, it just makes it a little easier.â
He was so tempted to just say something like âCome live with me. Iâve got an extra roomâ but, he doubted that he would want to room with a villain. Especially one who was as wanted as he was since it would ruin his entire career if the press or literally anyone found out. So, instead, he kept his mouth shut and let Katsuki think it all over.
Katsuki quickly sat up at the information. He never heard of something like that. Why was that? There were ways to get a license without going to school. Without being held down. ButâŠhe wouldnât be able to stay here anymore. The villains are still following them. Would this put him at risk? There was so many questions running through his mind.Â
He felt his heart race. âShotoâŠWhat ifâŠâ It was a ridiculous thought. If he didnât want a life like this but he canât follow a villains path. Maybe he could takeâŠnoâŠthat felt like cheating. He may have a temper and want to do things quicker, but cheating was never something he would do. He sighedâŠthere wasâŠsomething else. âWhat if there is another path I could take. But, itâs risky and dangerous for me if I do take it. I would have no where to go if I decided to to becomeâŠa vigilante.â
Shoto couldnât help but wonder if maybe Katsuki had a second quirk that was like, mind-reading or something.âA vigilante, huh?â He smiled softly as he thought about Katsuki becoming a vigilante. Sure, he could be a hero, but he wouldnât get nearly as much money from doing it and if he were to want to be a top hero he would have to go through the legal actions of getting registered and such butâŠÂ âIf you want to be a vigilante, then I say do it.âÂ
âI wouldnât say you have nowhere to go.â he glanced at his door. His apartment had 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and a living room, and Shoto really only used his bedroom and the bathroom. Biting his lip gently, he spoke softly. âIf you wouldnât mind⊠I have an extra room in my apartment.â He didnât want to bring up what it could mean if he was caught living with a villain or what it would mean about this weird friendship or whatever it was. But for some reason the villain found himself hoping that Katsuki agreed and came to live with him,
Katsuki held in a smile despite being alone and no one could see him. He looked at the time on his phone. It was still early in the morning. No one will be getting up in another hour for school yet.
It was a risk. He knows itâs a huge risk. He would be a vigilante. Neither a hero or a villain. Just someone whoâs not affiliated with anyone and doing things his own way. That sounded more like something he would do anyway. He put the phone between his shoulder and ear as he bent down to grab his large duffel from under his bed. He quickly went to his closet and grabbed as many clothes as he could. âSend me the address. Iâm leaving soon.â Heâs doing this. Heâs actually going to go through with it. He canât stay. He stared at the suitcase that his hero costume resided in. He grabbed it and at least a gauntlet to stuff in the bag.Â
He gripped his phone again as he hiked the bag over his shoulder and stood before the doors to his balcony. He opened the blinds and unlocked the door and stood outside. He looked back into his clean room. âIâm on my way Shoto.â He hung up and pocketed his phone and climbed over the rail. He wasnât far from the ground. So, he dropped and landed with ease and made his way over to the front gate. Nervousness set in but he shoved it back down as he walked through. Then there was a siren that âA student has left the premises!â and he bolted away.
((Mod Lio: ALRIGHT, JUST AS A SMALL WARNING TO ANYONE WHO DOES NOT LIKE THE MENTION OF MURDER IN DETAIL, THAT IS THE ENTIRE THIRD PARAGRAPH SO DO NOT READ THAT ONE))
Shoto was admittedly shocked by how quickly Katsuki had decided but a small smile still graced his lips as he nodded gently, even though the other boy couldnât see him. âAlright. Iâll see you soon.â Was all he said before the other boy hung up. He gave himself one moment, no more than sixty seconds, to think about everything. He never expected this from Katsuki, he never expected to convince him to be a vigilante, let alone to come live with him!
But once that moment was up, he immediately sent him the address before he began getting the house ready, picking up, cleaning everything, making it look as though a villain didnât live here and rather just a normal person. He didnât know why, but he felt nervous. Katsuki was just⊠well he was Katsuki! Out of everyone in U.A., Katsuki was the only person who had managed to catch Shotoâs attention in any way and now? He was on his way to live with him. He was ecstatic, but he was also unsure of how well this would work. Maybe it was a trap, maybe he was tricked. Maybe there were cops on the way here.
If there was, there would be absolutely no mercy for anyone in the building, in the school, anywhere. He would freeze everyone, killing them slowly one by one, starting with the people in this building, decapitating each one. Once that was done he would break into U.A., doing the same to each student, teacher, hell even the principle. But he would make sure Katsuki was the last. He would not be betrayed.
But for once, he didnât think that was the case. He had heard the way that Katsuki had sounded when he was talking about becoming a vigilante. He sounded genuine, as though he werenât lying⊠Then again, so had Shoto when he had been in U.A. It was usually his eyes that gave him away. It was hard to fake emotions through the windows to the soul.
Katsuki ran up on the rooftops away from the horde of cops and pros that gathered at the gate. He pulled his phone out and found a message with an address and hopped over the buildings for a short cut and soon, he was within the district Shoto was in. He dropped down into an alley continued on the streets. The area was a bit rugged but he didnât care.Â
Soon, the building came into view. This was a time for a fight or flight chance. He stopped. If he walked up those stairs and knocked on the door, he can never go back. But then againâŠ
He swallowed and tried to calm down his beating heart. He pulled his phone out again. Everyone should be waking up nowâŠand he wonât be there. That will be the time when theyâll figure out it was him that activated the gate. He pulled open the message again to make sure he was right. He stepped forward and softly went up the stairs and faced a door that would change him. That would free him. He was out of breath and was sweaty from running. He raised a fist and held it there for a few seconds. Until he knocked a few times.
Shoto had just finished cleaning when three, unsure knocks came to his door. He peeked in through the peephole, just to make sure it wasnât like a hero or anything and he felt his heart race ever so slightly as he saw Katsuki Bakugo. He actually did it. He was actually doing this. He quickly unlocked the door and leaned against the wall ever so slightly. âWelcome to my place.â He said, moving out of the way so Katsuki could come in.
âWelcome to my place? Really? Was that the best you could think of?â Shoto scolded himself. Though, to be fair, all of this was a sudden change for both of them, in so many ways. For Shoto it was admitting the feelings he had repressed and pushed down for the blonde, and then letting said Blonde Hero-to-be-now-vigilante-to-be move in⊠For Katsuki⊠He couldnât even begin to think as to where his mind was going with everything. Heâd just given up U.A. to live with Shoto and become a vigilante.
He shut the door behind the blonde, noticing how very little he had actually brought with him. He could have sworn he had more stuff in his dorm last time he had seen it. Or maybe he just wanted to bring a little so it didnât slow him down? Either way, Shoto still had access to his fatherâs bank account, so it didnât exactly matter to him. He could buy Katsuki whatever he wanted without there being any record of it. Of course that also meant he couldnât ever return anything, but that didnât matter.
Also he knew how to hack into bank accounts without leaving a trace, which also helped with his funding. âYouâre room is the door on the left, the bathroom is attached to both bathrooms, so just knock before going in I guess.â What was he supposed to say? I wouldnât mind it if you stayed in my room because I actually really adored the small amount of physical contact that I had gotten when I was at U.A. and wouldnât mind cuddling? Yeah no. He would NEVER tell anyone about how touch starved he really was.
âI wonât tell anyone youâre here either, so you donât have to worry about any of the villains figuring out youâre here.â He figured that was something important to tell him, considering how many times heâd been targeted by the very same villains he was working for. Hell, Dabi and Compress had been the ones to kidnap him.
Katsuki sighed as he walked in. The place was actually, nice and being this close to Shoto was so nice. Being away from everything made him feel free. He slowly walked down the little hallway and opened the door to a plain bedroom. He laid his bag down on the bed and came back out. âSo, this is where youâve been?â Katsuki awkwardly sat on the small sofa and turned his head to look at Shoto.
âI had to run here. The gate alarm went off and I had to get away before anyone saw me.â Katsuki felt himself slowly relax into the sofa. He laid his head back and uncrossed his arms away from his chest and took slow breaths to calm down his beating heart.
He cracked an eye open to look at him. ââŠI missed you, you know?â It was true. Being around the other like this was different, but a relaxing different. He didnât feel like he was in danger or anything. He was just Katsuki Bakugou here. âThank youâŠâ
âWell, here and the hideout.â Shoto gave a small shrug, sitting down on the sofa. He watched as his roommate explored the relatively small appartment. It really wasnât made for more than 3 people in mind, but it would work well for just the two of them. at least, he kind of hoped so.
âIf you ever want to go get the rest of your stuff, thereâs a secret way in, but itâs a one way entrance. Itâll get you past the gate alarm, but youâll have to get into the dorms without being noticed. Or I could just buy you the stuff you left behind.â He stretched ever so slightly, looking over at the Blonde. What were they supposed to do now? They technically should be at each otherâs throats. Shoto was wanted for murder and Katsuki was a vigilante. Though, they were sort of the grey area when it came to the hero business, but still.Â
âI missed you too, Blasty.â He felt an ever so slight smile grow on his face. Who would have guessed that U.A.âs signature top student with a bad attitude would miss the traitor of the school? He leaned his head back against the back of the sofa. âFor what, giving you a way out?â He laughed ever so slightly as he shook his head. âI wouldnât have wanted you to feel like you were forced to stay there. Besides, you sounded ready to blast out of there even if I hadnât offered you a place to stay.â
Katsuki groaned and placed an arm over his eyes. âI donât need anything. I brought everything I needed. Just clothes andâŠâ He though about his hero costume and the lone gauntlet he brought in the duffel. Everything was finally coming down in him. Everything happening at U.A, meeting Shoto again, every feeling he had for the other shooting back up through his heart, andâŠrunning away.
He was starting to feel heavy and light at the same time and he didnât realize he was kind of hyperventilating until he reminded himself to breathe. âI donât ever want to go back there.â He finally felt calm again and he was so tired. He laid down on the sofa and stared at nothing. âI just need a nap right now.â And slowly his eyes closed to finally get some sleep after so many months of barely getting any.
Shoto nodded understandingly, noticing the labored breathing. Sure heâd just ran the entire way from U.A. to here but it should have evened out by now. Still, he wasnât going to pressure the boy into doing anything.
âAlright. I can make you something to eat while I wait if you want?â He suggested, yet his mind was elsewhere. If the boy cared as he said he did then⊠Did he perhaps want Shoto to hold him while he fell asleep? Maybe he should put on a movie and get some blankets and pillows? Definitely pillows and blankets.
He got up and headed to his closet. He didnt normally carry a lot of extra stuff but he had kept around his old bed set from when he was staying at U.A. Dropping the items on the couch he looked away, trying so hard not to imagine what it would be like to hold the other boy in his arms while they both slept⊠And his nap had been interrupted. However, he had no idea how comfortable Katsuki was with any of that. He could be absolutely repulsed by the idea in of itself and he would never even know. Until he got the balls to ask that is.
Katsuki felt Shoto pull a blanket over him and he was quick to grab the otherâs wrist and pulled him down onto the couch and laid his head in Shotoâs lap and wrapped his arms around his waist. âThanks. Just stay like this. I missed you so fucking much. Just let me have this okay?â Katsuki moved his head to look up at Shoto and reached up to cup the others right cheek and ran a thumb over the apple of his cheek and smiled a little. âYouâve changed so much but your eyes are still the same when you look at me.â
He pulled his hand back and wrapped the arm back around his waist and turned his body around to face the wall with the TV. âYou can watch something. Wake me up after a movie is done? Iâll cook something when I wake up. How about it?â
Katsuki was beginning to feel really comfortable now. It was like they were never apart. It eased Katsukiâs mind and racing heart. He can trust him. This Shoto who looked at him with a gentle look in his eyes, wouldnât dare hurt him and to think that now, this moment that theyâre in, he can do it anytime he wants now. Itâs just them. No one else to bother them. No one to tell Katsuki what he should do or want. Katsuki wants this. To have moments like this with Shoto because he wanted to. âShoto? You wonâtâŠleave me again will you?â
It was odd to Shoto how someone who was constantly causing explosions could have such a soft touch. But he simply smiled and nodded along gently. âAlright then. Let me get comfortable first okay?â He grabbed the pillow and set it against the armrest before he layed down next to Katsuki, wrapping his arms around the boyâs waist. It was a tight fit for the two, but they made it work.
âYouâre cooking is probably better than mine.â Shoto spoke with a soft laugh, nuzzling his head into the crook of his neck, letting out a small breath. âI just want to hold you right now. Movies, villains, heros, the whole world be damned⊠I just want this moment.â His voice sounded as though he was both happy to be here and worried that something- anything could come in and take Katsuki away from him.
âNot unless you want me to.â He would never leave if he had the choice, but he wasnât so cruel to force Katsuki to stay. In a few months if Katsuki decided the life of a vigilante wasnât for him and he just wanted to go back to U.A., he would help him figure out a lie. Probably that Shoto had led him out here with false hope of him coming back before he kidnapped him. Or maybe if Shoto had managed to kill his father by then, maybe he would lie and say that he had been brainwashed for months by a villainâs quirk. Then they could go back together. Shoto didnât want to go back, but if Katsuki asked, he would give him the world. Or as much as he physically could.
Katsuki slept. Itâs been so long since he properly slept. He woke to Todoroki staring st the screen and he was laying on top with arms safely wrapped around him. He tightened his own grip around the other and nuzzled a bit deeper against Todoroki. âIâm awake Shoto. Are you hungry? Iâll whip something up if you want me to.â He didnât want to get up but his stomach was telling him to.
He sat up and rubbed at his eyes and stretched his arms above his head and popped his neck. He looked over at the other and reached over to run a hand through soft locks and smiled a little. But then frowned a little. âYou got new scars.â The idea that Shoto got hirt a couple of times made his gut twist. He pulled his hand away and made his way to the kitchen to dig through the fridge.
There wasnât much but Katsuki can make something work. He got started on making veggie stir fry and plated after about half an hour and went back over to hand Shoto a plate. âI rarely cook for anyone. I can make an exception for you. Itâs not much but itâs still good food.â He took a bite and smiled at his own cooking but he looked at Shoto, a little nervous about someone, other than family, eat his cooking.
"I could eat, if you're hungry." He said softly, half asleep. He was so snuggly he could have sworn this was a dream. But alas, the dream was ended when Katsuki sat up.
He let out littke content hums as Katsuku played with his hair. It was affection, something he didn't get much of growing up as a child. "A result of me not being careful on my first couple of missions." He said with a small shrug. It didn't matter to him. They'd hurt at the time, yes but now? Not so much.
Taking his plate he gave a small smile, along with a short nod. "Well, thank you your honorable lord. I am but a peasant." Shoto said with a slight bow from the waist. However upon taking even a single bite he let out a hum of approval. The taste was unique, like spices that shouldn't get along are both mixed in with the flavor and they somehoe complement each other.
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((MOD Lio!: A continuation of the earlier rp. Summary: Bakugo had complained about too many Midoriyas on the site, another Katsuki told him that there were a lot of Bakugoâs and Todorokiâs on the site too, one even being a villain. Having heard his name called, Villain Todoroki showed up, said he was acting while at UA, and Bakugo tried to convince him to come back, that everyone would welcome him back. However, Todoroki refuses and they talk some more until Bakugo admitted some of the possible feelings he had for Todoroki. Todoroki, having had repressed these earlier feelings, was shocked and gave Bakugo his phone number before running away just before the cops arrived.)) Shotoâs phone rang once, no answer, then a second time, the same thing. Finally, just before the call was about to end, Shoto grabbed his phone and answered the phone. He had been taking his midday nap and wasnât entirely happy about being woken up. âHello?â His voice was low and husky, as he had just woken up. Letting out a soft yawn, he sat up in his bed and looked out the tinted window. Since becoming a villain, heâd dyed the white half of his hair and moved into one of the rougher parts of the city using the money he stole from Endeavor.
After a moment of silence, he checked the number. It wasnât one he knew off the top of his head⊠Then it clicked and a sly smile graced his lips. âThis wouldnât happen to be a certain blonde-haired, ruby eyed boy would it?â He said running a hand through his hair. âIâve got to admit. I wasnât expecting a call. Maybe a text or two.â He let out a soft chuckle as he stood up.
He wasnât sure what he was supposed to say, nor was he sure why his heart was fluttering so fast. This was never a problem in UA⊠or was it? He shook his head, refusing to think back to those days. To the days when he had to pretend he cared about those hero wannabes. Well. Pretending about most of them now that he thought about it. Heâd always cared for Katsuki, but he probably wrote it off as something stupid, as he usually did about anything.Â
Katsukiâs breath stopped as soon as the ringing stopped an a familiar voice came through. âYeah well. I rather call. Itâs easier.â Katsuki was alone, he was able to blush freely and smile a bit. âWhy did you give a number? Thatâs not very villainous of you. Going soft IcyHot?â Katsuki let his voice drop, to go soft, let himself be a little vulnerable. It was just him, the phone and the one who grabbed his attention after all these years on the other side. No one else. At least he hoped.
All he wanted was to hear his voice. To make sure he was okay and didnât get caught. He wouldnât know what to do if that ever happened. He would be lost. âItâs been awhileâŠTodoroki. Since weâve had a proper conversation. Or better yet, talked.â Katsuki huffed out a small laugh. âProper rivals then and proper rivals now. With an upgrade.â Katsuki shifted to lay on his side and stare mindlessly out of the window. âI covered for you to the police and pros. I should get a thank you.â
Shoto took a glance in the mirror, running a hand through his hair. What was he supposed to say? He wasnât even entirely sure why he had given Katsuki his number. Shoto was a wanted criminal and Katsuki was on his way to becoming a hero. After a moment he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. âBecause I wanted to, Blasty.â He wasnât going to say a thing about going soft, because he knew he wasnât, at least not for anyone but Katsuki. Hell, he had even continued his work after he left Katsuki, stealing what Shigaraki had asked him to, killing who heâd been assigned, and then he had come home (of course after dropping off the proof to his stupid leader).Â
âWell⊠I supposeâŠâ He said with a slightly teasing tone before he felt a small genuine smile grace his lips. âThank you, Bakugo.â It felt weird talking to him again. They both knew they shouldnât be talking, unlessâŠÂ âYouâre alone, right?â Maybe he was paranoid, but if this call was being traced, there would be heros or cops outside of his door within a few minutes and he couldnât have that. He needed to stay out of jail for a while, just until he went through with his plan. Then he could go to jail, or change his name and appearance and live a life in relative silence. Maybe he would try to be a hero then, but only if Katsuki asked. He didnât care about anyone else in that class, only Katsuki. Even if he probably didnât care about Shoto anymore. Maybe he was trying to trick him so the police and heros could find him.
Or he was being paranoid, either way. He took a look at the number once again before he wrote it down, just in case he had to burn this phone. He still wanted to talk to Katsuki or have a way to track him down in case he did end up turning Shoto in.
Katsuki noticed the shift in Todorokis voice. He got up to lock his door and the door to the balcony and closed the blinds. âYeah. Everyone is sleeping. Itâs just me.â It was quiet again. Was this a trick? Was Shoto just trying to get him to drop his guard? To get him to trust him just to be kidnapped for recruitment again? No. That was not what Shoto had in mind. He had a specific goal.
Katsuki swallowed. âYou changed your looks. I almost didnât recognize you. ItâsâŠdifferent. Black looks good on you.â Katsuki laid back on his bed and just stared at absolutely nothing. Like how heâs been feeling recently. Heâs been stressed and felt like no one was listening or seeing him. But meeting Shoto again..he felt something that he shoved down so long ago. He shouldnât feel this way. They were both different with different goals and ambitions. âWhy couldnât you have just stayed?â
Shoto let himself relax a little when he heard that he was alone and, for some odd reason, he felt like he had missed the blonde boy. âI live alone, so⊠Me too.â Maybe it was just to assure him that he wasnât planning anything or anything that Katuki might be thinking. He checked the lock on his door and shut his blinds, opting for less sunlight since it was hurting his eyes.Â
His smile grew mischievious as he laid down on his bed again. He drapped an arm over his eyes, pretending as though this were a face to face conversation rather than over the phone. âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd say you were hitting on me.â He said with a small laugh. But⊠Katsuki wouldnât hit on him. He was probably with that Midoriya kid or that Kirishima kid. Those were the two that were closest to him, right?
Why couldnât he have stayed? He let out a soft sigh. âI had things to do⊠Things I couldnât do in those classrooms. If I could do everything I need to do in that school, I would butâŠâ But what? He couldnât live like that anymore. His entire life, heâd pushed down his emotions so his father wouldnât know what he was thinking or what he was planning and U.A.? It wasnât any different, only this time he had to hide it from several pro heros and heros to be. âBut itâs a little late. Iâm sorry.âÂ
He didnât know why he was apologizing. There was no real need for it, because in a situation where Shoto hadnât gone to U.A. and had never met Katsuki, Shoto was a villain and Katsuki was going to to be a hero. Probably the best hero, minus the occasional anger outburst towards civillains. âYou sound stressed. U.A. finally getting to you?â He was joking of course, but he was always bad at communicating that sort of tone. His father had never joked with him, he had been distanced from his siblings⊠U.A. was the first time that he had even really seen anyone joke around. It had been nice.
Katsuki held back a small chuckle. âI might be hitting on you. Maybe not. Youâll never know.â Katsuki felt his smile go down as he listened. âItâs never too late.â He whispered the words quiet enough as if he was speaking to him face to face. Just loud enough for him to hear only. Katsuki wasnât sure what he was doing right now. He was talking to a villain. ButâŠhe felt like he personally knew him. This was not just a villain to Katsuki. This was someone who Katsuki fought beside with. Someone who Katsuki somehow felt close to.
âI finally got my Provisional Liscense. ButâŠâ How was he supposed to tell the very person he just told that U.A was a way to get to his goal, that that very school has been keeping an extra eye on him when heâs out now to make sure he keeps his temper under control. He feltâŠheld down. â..Iâm just getting a lot more work on my shoulders now.â It wasnât a lie but not the whole truth either.
Shoto felt a slight blush grow on his cheeks, shaking his head a little. âMaybe it isnât too late⊠But I canât go back⊠Not yet.â Maybe he would go back after Endeavor was dead. Maybe he could be a hero then, but for now, he had to stay with the league. Any Hero Agency wouldnât allow the flat-out murder of the hero. Especially one as well known as Endeavor. Theyâd have him locked up faster than he could explain why.
He listened quietly, taking a moment to think. Being the child of a pro hero definitely had some perks. âSo⊠You mean that U.A. is keeping an eye on you because of your anger?â It wasnât the first time that U.A. had had a student with really bad anger issues, but there had never been one as bad as Katsuki, at least not in the record books. It was something that Shoto had looked up before he agreed to go to U.A.
âYou feel like youâre held down⊠or that you canât do anything, right?â He asked, rolling over onto his stomach. It made sense, especially if U.A. was trying to keep him in check. If he snapped and went berserk on some random passerby, the school would lose its reputation. They couldnât allow that. âIf you want to talk about it⊠Iâm here.â He said simply. Sure, he was a villain and would probably have to fight Katsuki eventually, but that didnât mean that he couldnât be here for him for a few moments.
Katsuki never felt soâŠvulnerable. He never said it, but Shoto read him like a book and through just a phone call. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Maybe venting would make him feel better.
âI hate it. Iâm not some monster that needs to be held down. Iâve been working on my anger problems. I know I have problems, but they make me feel like I know nothing about control. ItâsâŠnot fair. I feel like I canât be myself anymore no matter how hard I try. Itâs stressing me out.â Katsuki was breathing a bit harder now and felt his palms get a little warm. âThey have a leash on me that I keep getting wrapped around and tangling it up even more. I canât get out of it. Ever.â
He took in a deep breath and without thinking, âI wish I went with you. Just not down that pathâŠâ Katsuki could never take that path but he canât let go of Shoto. âSorry. You didnât need to hear any of that. That wasâŠpersonal.â
âNo. Itâs alright.â He was quiet for a moment. He tried to think for a moment. He remembered his father venting about some hero who had passed the provisional license exam without being enrolled in any hero school, but he didnât remember how he had managed to do it. âActually⊠There is a way to be a hero without going through Hero schools like U.AâŠ. It was something that pissed my father offâŠâ
He sat up and went over to his computer and booted it up. Maybe he could have Katsuki here with him⊠Maybe that was a selfish thought, and he didnât know why he wanted that, but he did. âHold on, Iâm looking through some old filesâŠâ After about five or six minutes, he found what he was looking for. Reading off a few lines, he sat back in his chair and let out a small sigh. âSo you really donât /have/ to go to U.A. or a school to be a hero, it just makes it a little easier.â
He was so tempted to just say something like âCome live with me. Iâve got an extra roomâ but, he doubted that he would want to room with a villain. Especially one who was as wanted as he was since it would ruin his entire career if the press or literally anyone found out. So, instead, he kept his mouth shut and let Katsuki think it all over.
Katsuki quickly sat up at the information. He never heard of something like that. Why was that? There were ways to get a license without going to school. Without being held down. ButâŠhe wouldnât be able to stay here anymore. The villains are still following them. Would this put him at risk? There was so many questions running through his mind.Â
He felt his heart race. âShotoâŠWhat ifâŠâ It was a ridiculous thought. If he didnât want a life like this but he canât follow a villains path. Maybe he could takeâŠnoâŠthat felt like cheating. He may have a temper and want to do things quicker, but cheating was never something he would do. He sighedâŠthere wasâŠsomething else. âWhat if there is another path I could take. But, itâs risky and dangerous for me if I do take it. I would have no where to go if I decided to to becomeâŠa vigilante.â
Shoto couldnât help but wonder if maybe Katsuki had a second quirk that was like, mind-reading or something.âA vigilante, huh?â He smiled softly as he thought about Katsuki becoming a vigilante. Sure, he could be a hero, but he wouldnât get nearly as much money from doing it and if he were to want to be a top hero he would have to go through the legal actions of getting registered and such butâŠÂ âIf you want to be a vigilante, then I say do it.âÂ
âI wouldnât say you have nowhere to go.â he glanced at his door. His apartment had 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and a living room, and Shoto really only used his bedroom and the bathroom. Biting his lip gently, he spoke softly. âIf you wouldnât mind⊠I have an extra room in my apartment.â He didnât want to bring up what it could mean if he was caught living with a villain or what it would mean about this weird friendship or whatever it was. But for some reason the villain found himself hoping that Katsuki agreed and came to live with him,
Katsuki held in a smile despite being alone and no one could see him. He looked at the time on his phone. It was still early in the morning. No one will be getting up in another hour for school yet.
It was a risk. He knows itâs a huge risk. He would be a vigilante. Neither a hero or a villain. Just someone whoâs not affiliated with anyone and doing things his own way. That sounded more like something he would do anyway. He put the phone between his shoulder and ear as he bent down to grab his large duffel from under his bed. He quickly went to his closet and grabbed as many clothes as he could. âSend me the address. Iâm leaving soon.â Heâs doing this. Heâs actually going to go through with it. He canât stay. He stared at the suitcase that his hero costume resided in. He grabbed it and at least a gauntlet to stuff in the bag.Â
He gripped his phone again as he hiked the bag over his shoulder and stood before the doors to his balcony. He opened the blinds and unlocked the door and stood outside. He looked back into his clean room. âIâm on my way Shoto.â He hung up and pocketed his phone and climbed over the rail. He wasnât far from the ground. So, he dropped and landed with ease and made his way over to the front gate. Nervousness set in but he shoved it back down as he walked through. Then there was a siren that âA student has left the premises!â and he bolted away.
((Mod Lio: ALRIGHT, JUST AS A SMALL WARNING TO ANYONE WHO DOES NOT LIKE THE MENTION OF MURDER IN DETAIL, THAT IS THE ENTIRE THIRD PARAGRAPH SO DO NOT READ THAT ONE))
Shoto was admittedly shocked by how quickly Katsuki had decided but a small smile still graced his lips as he nodded gently, even though the other boy couldnât see him. âAlright. Iâll see you soon.â Was all he said before the other boy hung up. He gave himself one moment, no more than sixty seconds, to think about everything. He never expected this from Katsuki, he never expected to convince him to be a vigilante, let alone to come live with him!
But once that moment was up, he immediately sent him the address before he began getting the house ready, picking up, cleaning everything, making it look as though a villain didnât live here and rather just a normal person. He didnât know why, but he felt nervous. Katsuki was just⊠well he was Katsuki! Out of everyone in U.A., Katsuki was the only person who had managed to catch Shotoâs attention in any way and now? He was on his way to live with him. He was ecstatic, but he was also unsure of how well this would work. Maybe it was a trap, maybe he was tricked. Maybe there were cops on the way here.
If there was, there would be absolutely no mercy for anyone in the building, in the school, anywhere. He would freeze everyone, killing them slowly one by one, starting with the people in this building, decapitating each one. Once that was done he would break into U.A., doing the same to each student, teacher, hell even the principle. But he would make sure Katsuki was the last. He would not be betrayed.
But for once, he didnât think that was the case. He had heard the way that Katsuki had sounded when he was talking about becoming a vigilante. He sounded genuine, as though he werenât lying⊠Then again, so had Shoto when he had been in U.A. It was usually his eyes that gave him away. It was hard to fake emotions through the windows to the soul.
Katsuki ran up on the rooftops away from the horde of cops and pros that gathered at the gate. He pulled his phone out and found a message with an address and hopped over the buildings for a short cut and soon, he was within the district Shoto was in. He dropped down into an alley continued on the streets. The area was a bit rugged but he didnât care.Â
Soon, the building came into view. This was a time for a fight or flight chance. He stopped. If he walked up those stairs and knocked on the door, he can never go back. But then againâŠ
He swallowed and tried to calm down his beating heart. He pulled his phone out again. Everyone should be waking up nowâŠand he wonât be there. That will be the time when theyâll figure out it was him that activated the gate. He pulled open the message again to make sure he was right. He stepped forward and softly went up the stairs and faced a door that would change him. That would free him. He was out of breath and was sweaty from running. He raised a fist and held it there for a few seconds. Until he knocked a few times.
Shoto had just finished cleaning when three, unsure knocks came to his door. He peeked in through the peephole, just to make sure it wasnât like a hero or anything and he felt his heart race ever so slightly as he saw Katsuki Bakugo. He actually did it. He was actually doing this. He quickly unlocked the door and leaned against the wall ever so slightly. âWelcome to my place.â He said, moving out of the way so Katsuki could come in.
âWelcome to my place? Really? Was that the best you could think of?â Shoto scolded himself. Though, to be fair, all of this was a sudden change for both of them, in so many ways. For Shoto it was admitting the feelings he had repressed and pushed down for the blonde, and then letting said Blonde Hero-to-be-now-vigilante-to-be move in⊠For Katsuki⊠He couldnât even begin to think as to where his mind was going with everything. Heâd just given up U.A. to live with Shoto and become a vigilante.
He shut the door behind the blonde, noticing how very little he had actually brought with him. He could have sworn he had more stuff in his dorm last time he had seen it. Or maybe he just wanted to bring a little so it didnât slow him down? Either way, Shoto still had access to his fatherâs bank account, so it didnât exactly matter to him. He could buy Katsuki whatever he wanted without there being any record of it. Of course that also meant he couldnât ever return anything, but that didnât matter.
Also he knew how to hack into bank accounts without leaving a trace, which also helped with his funding. âYouâre room is the door on the left, the bathroom is attached to both bathrooms, so just knock before going in I guess.â What was he supposed to say? I wouldnât mind it if you stayed in my room because I actually really adored the small amount of physical contact that I had gotten when I was at U.A. and wouldnât mind cuddling? Yeah no. He would NEVER tell anyone about how touch starved he really was.
âI wonât tell anyone youâre here either, so you donât have to worry about any of the villains figuring out youâre here.â He figured that was something important to tell him, considering how many times heâd been targeted by the very same villains he was working for. Hell, Dabi and Compress had been the ones to kidnap him.
Katsuki sighed as he walked in. The place was actually, nice and being this close to Shoto was so nice. Being away from everything made him feel free. He slowly walked down the little hallway and opened the door to a plain bedroom. He laid his bag down on the bed and came back out. âSo, this is where youâve been?â Katsuki awkwardly sat on the small sofa and turned his head to look at Shoto.
âI had to run here. The gate alarm went off and I had to get away before anyone saw me.â Katsuki felt himself slowly relax into the sofa. He laid his head back and uncrossed his arms away from his chest and took slow breaths to calm down his beating heart.
He cracked an eye open to look at him. ââŠI missed you, you know?â It was true. Being around the other like this was different, but a relaxing different. He didnât feel like he was in danger or anything. He was just Katsuki Bakugou here. âThank youâŠâ
âWell, here and the hideout.â Shoto gave a small shrug, sitting down on the sofa. He watched as his roommate explored the relatively small appartment. It really wasnât made for more than 3 people in mind, but it would work well for just the two of them. at least, he kind of hoped so.
âIf you ever want to go get the rest of your stuff, thereâs a secret way in, but itâs a one way entrance. Itâll get you past the gate alarm, but youâll have to get into the dorms without being noticed. Or I could just buy you the stuff you left behind.â He stretched ever so slightly, looking over at the Blonde. What were they supposed to do now? They technically should be at each otherâs throats. Shoto was wanted for murder and Katsuki was a vigilante. Though, they were sort of the grey area when it came to the hero business, but still.Â
âI missed you too, Blasty.â He felt an ever so slight smile grow on his face. Who would have guessed that U.A.âs signature top student with a bad attitude would miss the traitor of the school? He leaned his head back against the back of the sofa. âFor what, giving you a way out?â He laughed ever so slightly as he shook his head. âI wouldnât have wanted you to feel like you were forced to stay there. Besides, you sounded ready to blast out of there even if I hadnât offered you a place to stay.â
Katsuki groaned and placed an arm over his eyes. âI donât need anything. I brought everything I needed. Just clothes andâŠâ He though about his hero costume and the lone gauntlet he brought in the duffel. Everything was finally coming down in him. Everything happening at U.A, meeting Shoto again, every feeling he had for the other shooting back up through his heart, andâŠrunning away.
He was starting to feel heavy and light at the same time and he didnât realize he was kind of hyperventilating until he reminded himself to breathe. âI donât ever want to go back there.â He finally felt calm again and he was so tired. He laid down on the sofa and stared at nothing. âI just need a nap right now.â And slowly his eyes closed to finally get some sleep after so many months of barely getting any.
Shoto nodded understandingly, noticing the labored breathing. Sure heâd just ran the entire way from U.A. to here but it should have evened out by now. Still, he wasnât going to pressure the boy into doing anything.
âAlright. I can make you something to eat while I wait if you want?â He suggested, yet his mind was elsewhere. If the boy cared as he said he did then⊠Did he perhaps want Shoto to hold him while he fell asleep? Maybe he should put on a movie and get some blankets and pillows? Definitely pillows and blankets.
He got up and headed to his closet. He didnt normally carry a lot of extra stuff but he had kept around his old bed set from when he was staying at U.A. Dropping the items on the couch he looked away, trying so hard not to imagine what it would be like to hold the other boy in his arms while they both slept⊠And his nap had been interrupted. However, he had no idea how comfortable Katsuki was with any of that. He could be absolutely repulsed by the idea in of itself and he would never even know. Until he got the balls to ask that is.
Katsuki felt Shoto pull a blanket over him and he was quick to grab the otherâs wrist and pulled him down onto the couch and laid his head in Shotoâs lap and wrapped his arms around his waist. âThanks. Just stay like this. I missed you so fucking much. Just let me have this okay?â Katsuki moved his head to look up at Shoto and reached up to cup the others right cheek and ran a thumb over the apple of his cheek and smiled a little. âYouâve changed so much but your eyes are still the same when you look at me.â
He pulled his hand back and wrapped the arm back around his waist and turned his body around to face the wall with the TV. âYou can watch something. Wake me up after a movie is done? Iâll cook something when I wake up. How about it?â
Katsuki was beginning to feel really comfortable now. It was like they were never apart. It eased Katsukiâs mind and racing heart. He can trust him. This Shoto who looked at him with a gentle look in his eyes, wouldnât dare hurt him and to think that now, this moment that theyâre in, he can do it anytime he wants now. Itâs just them. No one else to bother them. No one to tell Katsuki what he should do or want. Katsuki wants this. To have moments like this with Shoto because he wanted to. âShoto? You wonâtâŠleave me again will you?â
It was odd to Shoto how someone who was constantly causing explosions could have such a soft touch. But he simply smiled and nodded along gently. "Alright then. Let me get comfortable first okay?" He grabbed the pillow and set it against the armrest before he layed down next to Katsuki, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist. It was a tight fit for the two, but they made it work.
"You're cooking is probably better than mine." Shoto spoke with a soft laugh, nuzzling his head into the crook of his neck, letting out a small breath. "I just want to hold you right now. Movies, villains, heros, the whole world be damned... I just want this moment." His voice sounded as though he was both happy to be here and worried that something- anything could come in and take Katsuki away from him.
"Not unless you want me to." He would never leave if he had the choice, but he wasn't so cruel to force Katsuki to stay. In a few months if Katsuki decided the life of a vigilante wasn't for him and he just wanted to go back to U.A., he would help him figure out a lie. Probably that Shoto had led him out here with false hope of him coming back before he kidnapped him. Or maybe if Shoto had managed to kill his father by then, maybe he would lie and say that he had been brainwashed for months by a villain's quirk. Then they could go back together. Shoto didn't want to go back, but if Katsuki asked, he would give him the world. Or as much as he physically could.
((MOD Lio!: A continuation of the earlier rp. Summary: Bakugo had complained about too many Midoriyas on the site, another Katsuki told him that there were a lot of Bakugoâs and Todorokiâs on the site too, one even being a villain. Having heard his name called, Villain Todoroki showed up, said he was acting while at UA, and Bakugo tried to convince him to come back, that everyone would welcome him back. However, Todoroki refuses and they talk some more until Bakugo admitted some of the possible feelings he had for Todoroki. Todoroki, having had repressed these earlier feelings, was shocked and gave Bakugo his phone number before running away just before the cops arrived.)) Shotoâs phone rang once, no answer, then a second time, the same thing. Finally, just before the call was about to end, Shoto grabbed his phone and answered the phone. He had been taking his midday nap and wasnât entirely happy about being woken up. âHello?â His voice was low and husky, as he had just woken up. Letting out a soft yawn, he sat up in his bed and looked out the tinted window. Since becoming a villain, heâd dyed the white half of his hair and moved into one of the rougher parts of the city using the money he stole from Endeavor.
After a moment of silence, he checked the number. It wasnât one he knew off the top of his head⊠Then it clicked and a sly smile graced his lips. âThis wouldnât happen to be a certain blonde-haired, ruby eyed boy would it?â He said running a hand through his hair. âIâve got to admit. I wasnât expecting a call. Maybe a text or two.â He let out a soft chuckle as he stood up.
He wasnât sure what he was supposed to say, nor was he sure why his heart was fluttering so fast. This was never a problem in UA⊠or was it? He shook his head, refusing to think back to those days. To the days when he had to pretend he cared about those hero wannabes. Well. Pretending about most of them now that he thought about it. Heâd always cared for Katsuki, but he probably wrote it off as something stupid, as he usually did about anything.Â
Katsukiâs breath stopped as soon as the ringing stopped an a familiar voice came through. âYeah well. I rather call. Itâs easier.â Katsuki was alone, he was able to blush freely and smile a bit. âWhy did you give a number? Thatâs not very villainous of you. Going soft IcyHot?â Katsuki let his voice drop, to go soft, let himself be a little vulnerable. It was just him, the phone and the one who grabbed his attention after all these years on the other side. No one else. At least he hoped.
All he wanted was to hear his voice. To make sure he was okay and didnât get caught. He wouldnât know what to do if that ever happened. He would be lost. âItâs been awhileâŠTodoroki. Since weâve had a proper conversation. Or better yet, talked.â Katsuki huffed out a small laugh. âProper rivals then and proper rivals now. With an upgrade.â Katsuki shifted to lay on his side and stare mindlessly out of the window. âI covered for you to the police and pros. I should get a thank you.â
Shoto took a glance in the mirror, running a hand through his hair. What was he supposed to say? He wasnât even entirely sure why he had given Katsuki his number. Shoto was a wanted criminal and Katsuki was on his way to becoming a hero. After a moment he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. âBecause I wanted to, Blasty.â He wasnât going to say a thing about going soft, because he knew he wasnât, at least not for anyone but Katsuki. Hell, he had even continued his work after he left Katsuki, stealing what Shigaraki had asked him to, killing who heâd been assigned, and then he had come home (of course after dropping off the proof to his stupid leader).Â
âWell⊠I supposeâŠâ He said with a slightly teasing tone before he felt a small genuine smile grace his lips. âThank you, Bakugo.â It felt weird talking to him again. They both knew they shouldnât be talking, unlessâŠÂ âYouâre alone, right?â Maybe he was paranoid, but if this call was being traced, there would be heros or cops outside of his door within a few minutes and he couldnât have that. He needed to stay out of jail for a while, just until he went through with his plan. Then he could go to jail, or change his name and appearance and live a life in relative silence. Maybe he would try to be a hero then, but only if Katsuki asked. He didnât care about anyone else in that class, only Katsuki. Even if he probably didnât care about Shoto anymore. Maybe he was trying to trick him so the police and heros could find him.
Or he was being paranoid, either way. He took a look at the number once again before he wrote it down, just in case he had to burn this phone. He still wanted to talk to Katsuki or have a way to track him down in case he did end up turning Shoto in.
Katsuki noticed the shift in Todorokis voice. He got up to lock his door and the door to the balcony and closed the blinds. âYeah. Everyone is sleeping. Itâs just me.â It was quiet again. Was this a trick? Was Shoto just trying to get him to drop his guard? To get him to trust him just to be kidnapped for recruitment again? No. That was not what Shoto had in mind. He had a specific goal.
Katsuki swallowed. âYou changed your looks. I almost didnât recognize you. ItâsâŠdifferent. Black looks good on you.â Katsuki laid back on his bed and just stared at absolutely nothing. Like how heâs been feeling recently. Heâs been stressed and felt like no one was listening or seeing him. But meeting Shoto again..he felt something that he shoved down so long ago. He shouldnât feel this way. They were both different with different goals and ambitions. âWhy couldnât you have just stayed?â
Shoto let himself relax a little when he heard that he was alone and, for some odd reason, he felt like he had missed the blonde boy. âI live alone, so⊠Me too.â Maybe it was just to assure him that he wasnât planning anything or anything that Katuki might be thinking. He checked the lock on his door and shut his blinds, opting for less sunlight since it was hurting his eyes.Â
His smile grew mischievious as he laid down on his bed again. He drapped an arm over his eyes, pretending as though this were a face to face conversation rather than over the phone. âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd say you were hitting on me.â He said with a small laugh. But⊠Katsuki wouldnât hit on him. He was probably with that Midoriya kid or that Kirishima kid. Those were the two that were closest to him, right?
Why couldnât he have stayed? He let out a soft sigh. âI had things to do⊠Things I couldnât do in those classrooms. If I could do everything I need to do in that school, I would butâŠâ But what? He couldnât live like that anymore. His entire life, heâd pushed down his emotions so his father wouldnât know what he was thinking or what he was planning and U.A.? It wasnât any different, only this time he had to hide it from several pro heros and heros to be. âBut itâs a little late. Iâm sorry.âÂ
He didnât know why he was apologizing. There was no real need for it, because in a situation where Shoto hadnât gone to U.A. and had never met Katsuki, Shoto was a villain and Katsuki was going to to be a hero. Probably the best hero, minus the occasional anger outburst towards civillains. âYou sound stressed. U.A. finally getting to you?â He was joking of course, but he was always bad at communicating that sort of tone. His father had never joked with him, he had been distanced from his siblings⊠U.A. was the first time that he had even really seen anyone joke around. It had been nice.
Katsuki held back a small chuckle. âI might be hitting on you. Maybe not. Youâll never know.â Katsuki felt his smile go down as he listened. âItâs never too late.â He whispered the words quiet enough as if he was speaking to him face to face. Just loud enough for him to hear only. Katsuki wasnât sure what he was doing right now. He was talking to a villain. ButâŠhe felt like he personally knew him. This was not just a villain to Katsuki. This was someone who Katsuki fought beside with. Someone who Katsuki somehow felt close to.
âI finally got my Provisional Liscense. ButâŠâ How was he supposed to tell the very person he just told that U.A was a way to get to his goal, that that very school has been keeping an extra eye on him when heâs out now to make sure he keeps his temper under control. He feltâŠheld down. â..Iâm just getting a lot more work on my shoulders now.â It wasnât a lie but not the whole truth either.
Shoto felt a slight blush grow on his cheeks, shaking his head a little. âMaybe it isnât too late⊠But I canât go back⊠Not yet.â Maybe he would go back after Endeavor was dead. Maybe he could be a hero then, but for now, he had to stay with the league. Any Hero Agency wouldnât allow the flat-out murder of the hero. Especially one as well known as Endeavor. Theyâd have him locked up faster than he could explain why.
He listened quietly, taking a moment to think. Being the child of a pro hero definitely had some perks. âSo⊠You mean that U.A. is keeping an eye on you because of your anger?â It wasnât the first time that U.A. had had a student with really bad anger issues, but there had never been one as bad as Katsuki, at least not in the record books. It was something that Shoto had looked up before he agreed to go to U.A.
âYou feel like youâre held down⊠or that you canât do anything, right?â He asked, rolling over onto his stomach. It made sense, especially if U.A. was trying to keep him in check. If he snapped and went berserk on some random passerby, the school would lose its reputation. They couldnât allow that. âIf you want to talk about it⊠Iâm here.â He said simply. Sure, he was a villain and would probably have to fight Katsuki eventually, but that didnât mean that he couldnât be here for him for a few moments.
Katsuki never felt soâŠvulnerable. He never said it, but Shoto read him like a book and through just a phone call. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Maybe venting would make him feel better.
âI hate it. Iâm not some monster that needs to be held down. Iâve been working on my anger problems. I know I have problems, but they make me feel like I know nothing about control. ItâsâŠnot fair. I feel like I canât be myself anymore no matter how hard I try. Itâs stressing me out.â Katsuki was breathing a bit harder now and felt his palms get a little warm. âThey have a leash on me that I keep getting wrapped around and tangling it up even more. I canât get out of it. Ever.â
He took in a deep breath and without thinking, âI wish I went with you. Just not down that pathâŠâ Katsuki could never take that path but he canât let go of Shoto. âSorry. You didnât need to hear any of that. That wasâŠpersonal.â
âNo. Itâs alright.â He was quiet for a moment. He tried to think for a moment. He remembered his father venting about some hero who had passed the provisional license exam without being enrolled in any hero school, but he didnât remember how he had managed to do it. âActually⊠There is a way to be a hero without going through Hero schools like U.AâŠ. It was something that pissed my father offâŠâ
He sat up and went over to his computer and booted it up. Maybe he could have Katsuki here with him⊠Maybe that was a selfish thought, and he didnât know why he wanted that, but he did. âHold on, Iâm looking through some old filesâŠâ After about five or six minutes, he found what he was looking for. Reading off a few lines, he sat back in his chair and let out a small sigh. âSo you really donât /have/ to go to U.A. or a school to be a hero, it just makes it a little easier.â
He was so tempted to just say something like âCome live with me. Iâve got an extra roomâ but, he doubted that he would want to room with a villain. Especially one who was as wanted as he was since it would ruin his entire career if the press or literally anyone found out. So, instead, he kept his mouth shut and let Katsuki think it all over.
Katsuki quickly sat up at the information. He never heard of something like that. Why was that? There were ways to get a license without going to school. Without being held down. ButâŠhe wouldnât be able to stay here anymore. The villains are still following them. Would this put him at risk? There was so many questions running through his mind.Â
He felt his heart race. âShotoâŠWhat ifâŠâ It was a ridiculous thought. If he didnât want a life like this but he canât follow a villains path. Maybe he could takeâŠnoâŠthat felt like cheating. He may have a temper and want to do things quicker, but cheating was never something he would do. He sighedâŠthere wasâŠsomething else. âWhat if there is another path I could take. But, itâs risky and dangerous for me if I do take it. I would have no where to go if I decided to to becomeâŠa vigilante.â
Shoto couldnât help but wonder if maybe Katsuki had a second quirk that was like, mind-reading or something.âA vigilante, huh?â He smiled softly as he thought about Katsuki becoming a vigilante. Sure, he could be a hero, but he wouldnât get nearly as much money from doing it and if he were to want to be a top hero he would have to go through the legal actions of getting registered and such butâŠÂ âIf you want to be a vigilante, then I say do it.âÂ
âI wouldnât say you have nowhere to go.â he glanced at his door. His apartment had 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and a living room, and Shoto really only used his bedroom and the bathroom. Biting his lip gently, he spoke softly. âIf you wouldnât mind⊠I have an extra room in my apartment.â He didnât want to bring up what it could mean if he was caught living with a villain or what it would mean about this weird friendship or whatever it was. But for some reason the villain found himself hoping that Katsuki agreed and came to live with him,
Katsuki held in a smile despite being alone and no one could see him. He looked at the time on his phone. It was still early in the morning. No one will be getting up in another hour for school yet.
It was a risk. He knows itâs a huge risk. He would be a vigilante. Neither a hero or a villain. Just someone whoâs not affiliated with anyone and doing things his own way. That sounded more like something he would do anyway. He put the phone between his shoulder and ear as he bent down to grab his large duffel from under his bed. He quickly went to his closet and grabbed as many clothes as he could. âSend me the address. Iâm leaving soon.â Heâs doing this. Heâs actually going to go through with it. He canât stay. He stared at the suitcase that his hero costume resided in. He grabbed it and at least a gauntlet to stuff in the bag.Â
He gripped his phone again as he hiked the bag over his shoulder and stood before the doors to his balcony. He opened the blinds and unlocked the door and stood outside. He looked back into his clean room. âIâm on my way Shoto.â He hung up and pocketed his phone and climbed over the rail. He wasnât far from the ground. So, he dropped and landed with ease and made his way over to the front gate. Nervousness set in but he shoved it back down as he walked through. Then there was a siren that âA student has left the premises!â and he bolted away.
((Mod Lio: ALRIGHT, JUST AS A SMALL WARNING TO ANYONE WHO DOES NOT LIKE THE MENTION OF MURDER IN DETAIL, THAT IS THE ENTIRE THIRD PARAGRAPH SO DO NOT READ THAT ONE))
Shoto was admittedly shocked by how quickly Katsuki had decided but a small smile still graced his lips as he nodded gently, even though the other boy couldnât see him. âAlright. Iâll see you soon.â Was all he said before the other boy hung up. He gave himself one moment, no more than sixty seconds, to think about everything. He never expected this from Katsuki, he never expected to convince him to be a vigilante, let alone to come live with him!
But once that moment was up, he immediately sent him the address before he began getting the house ready, picking up, cleaning everything, making it look as though a villain didnât live here and rather just a normal person. He didnât know why, but he felt nervous. Katsuki was just⊠well he was Katsuki! Out of everyone in U.A., Katsuki was the only person who had managed to catch Shotoâs attention in any way and now? He was on his way to live with him. He was ecstatic, but he was also unsure of how well this would work. Maybe it was a trap, maybe he was tricked. Maybe there were cops on the way here.
If there was, there would be absolutely no mercy for anyone in the building, in the school, anywhere. He would freeze everyone, killing them slowly one by one, starting with the people in this building, decapitating each one. Once that was done he would break into U.A., doing the same to each student, teacher, hell even the principle. But he would make sure Katsuki was the last. He would not be betrayed.
But for once, he didnât think that was the case. He had heard the way that Katsuki had sounded when he was talking about becoming a vigilante. He sounded genuine, as though he werenât lying⊠Then again, so had Shoto when he had been in U.A. It was usually his eyes that gave him away. It was hard to fake emotions through the windows to the soul.
Katsuki ran up on the rooftops away from the horde of cops and pros that gathered at the gate. He pulled his phone out and found a message with an address and hopped over the buildings for a short cut and soon, he was within the district Shoto was in. He dropped down into an alley continued on the streets. The area was a bit rugged but he didnât care.Â
Soon, the building came into view. This was a time for a fight or flight chance. He stopped. If he walked up those stairs and knocked on the door, he can never go back. But then againâŠ
He swallowed and tried to calm down his beating heart. He pulled his phone out again. Everyone should be waking up nowâŠand he wonât be there. That will be the time when theyâll figure out it was him that activated the gate. He pulled open the message again to make sure he was right. He stepped forward and softly went up the stairs and faced a door that would change him. That would free him. He was out of breath and was sweaty from running. He raised a fist and held it there for a few seconds. Until he knocked a few times.
Shoto had just finished cleaning when three, unsure knocks came to his door. He peeked in through the peephole, just to make sure it wasnât like a hero or anything and he felt his heart race ever so slightly as he saw Katsuki Bakugo. He actually did it. He was actually doing this. He quickly unlocked the door and leaned against the wall ever so slightly. âWelcome to my place.â He said, moving out of the way so Katsuki could come in.
âWelcome to my place? Really? Was that the best you could think of?â Shoto scolded himself. Though, to be fair, all of this was a sudden change for both of them, in so many ways. For Shoto it was admitting the feelings he had repressed and pushed down for the blonde, and then letting said Blonde Hero-to-be-now-vigilante-to-be move in⊠For Katsuki⊠He couldnât even begin to think as to where his mind was going with everything. Heâd just given up U.A. to live with Shoto and become a vigilante.
He shut the door behind the blonde, noticing how very little he had actually brought with him. He could have sworn he had more stuff in his dorm last time he had seen it. Or maybe he just wanted to bring a little so it didnât slow him down? Either way, Shoto still had access to his fatherâs bank account, so it didnât exactly matter to him. He could buy Katsuki whatever he wanted without there being any record of it. Of course that also meant he couldnât ever return anything, but that didnât matter.
Also he knew how to hack into bank accounts without leaving a trace, which also helped with his funding. âYouâre room is the door on the left, the bathroom is attached to both bathrooms, so just knock before going in I guess.â What was he supposed to say? I wouldnât mind it if you stayed in my room because I actually really adored the small amount of physical contact that I had gotten when I was at U.A. and wouldnât mind cuddling? Yeah no. He would NEVER tell anyone about how touch starved he really was.
âI wonât tell anyone youâre here either, so you donât have to worry about any of the villains figuring out youâre here.â He figured that was something important to tell him, considering how many times heâd been targeted by the very same villains he was working for. Hell, Dabi and Compress had been the ones to kidnap him.
Katsuki sighed as he walked in. The place was actually, nice and being this close to Shoto was so nice. Being away from everything made him feel free. He slowly walked down the little hallway and opened the door to a plain bedroom. He laid his bag down on the bed and came back out. âSo, this is where youâve been?â Katsuki awkwardly sat on the small sofa and turned his head to look at Shoto.
âI had to run here. The gate alarm went off and I had to get away before anyone saw me.â Katsuki felt himself slowly relax into the sofa. He laid his head back and uncrossed his arms away from his chest and took slow breaths to calm down his beating heart.
He cracked an eye open to look at him. ââŠI missed you, you know?â It was true. Being around the other like this was different, but a relaxing different. He didnât feel like he was in danger or anything. He was just Katsuki Bakugou here. âThank youâŠâ
âWell, here and the hideout.â Shoto gave a small shrug, sitting down on the sofa. He watched as his roommate explored the relatively small appartment. It really wasnât made for more than 3 people in mind, but it would work well for just the two of them. at least, he kind of hoped so.
âIf you ever want to go get the rest of your stuff, thereâs a secret way in, but itâs a one way entrance. Itâll get you past the gate alarm, but youâll have to get into the dorms without being noticed. Or I could just buy you the stuff you left behind.â He stretched ever so slightly, looking over at the Blonde. What were they supposed to do now? They technically should be at each otherâs throats. Shoto was wanted for murder and Katsuki was a vigilante. Though, they were sort of the grey area when it came to the hero business, but still.Â
âI missed you too, Blasty.â He felt an ever so slight smile grow on his face. Who would have guessed that U.A.âs signature top student with a bad attitude would miss the traitor of the school? He leaned his head back against the back of the sofa. âFor what, giving you a way out?â He laughed ever so slightly as he shook his head. âI wouldnât have wanted you to feel like you were forced to stay there. Besides, you sounded ready to blast out of there even if I hadnât offered you a place to stay.â
Katsuki groaned and placed an arm over his eyes. âI donât need anything. I brought everything I needed. Just clothes andâŠâ He though about his hero costume and the lone gauntlet he brought in the duffel. Everything was finally coming down in him. Everything happening at U.A, meeting Shoto again, every feeling he had for the other shooting back up through his heart, andâŠrunning away.
He was starting to feel heavy and light at the same time and he didnât realize he was kind of hyperventilating until he reminded himself to breathe. âI donât ever want to go back there.â He finally felt calm again and he was so tired. He laid down on the sofa and stared at nothing. âI just need a nap right now.â And slowly his eyes closed to finally get some sleep after so many months of barely getting any.
Shoto nodded understandingly, noticing the labored breathing. Sure he'd just ran the entire way from U.A. to here but it should have evened out by now. Still, he wasn't going to pressure the boy into doing anything.
"Alright. I can make you something to eat while I wait if you want?" He suggested, yet his mind was elsewhere. If the boy cared as he said he did then... Did he perhaps want Shoto to hold him while he fell asleep? Maybe he should put on a movie and get some blankets and pillows? Definitely pillows and blankets.
He got up and headed to his closet. He didnt normally carry a lot of extra stuff but he had kept around his old bed set from when he was staying at U.A. Dropping the items on the couch he looked away, trying so hard not to imagine what it would be like to hold the other boy in his arms while they both slept... And his nap had been interrupted. However, he had no idea how comfortable Katsuki was with any of that. He could be absolutely repulsed by the idea in of itself and he would never even know. Until he got the balls to ask that is.
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TRUTH OR DARE: send me a number and i have to EITHER answer the question for "truth" or do what the "dare" says to do
1: (truth) Who was your first major celebrity crush? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle and post the first five songs.
2: (truth) What's the most embarrassing thing that's happened to you in the past week? (dare) Refresh your dashboard and send an anonymous compliment to the person who posted whatever's at the top of your dash.
3: (truth) What are your three favorite things about your appearance? (dare) List all nine of your tumblr crushes, and describe each blog/blogger in one word.
4: (truth) What is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for you? (dare) Post the oldest selfie on your camera roll.
5: (truth) If your parents knew everything you've ever done, what would they think is the worst thing? (dare) Tag the three nonmutuals you admire most.
6: (truth) What is the last thing you purchased? (dare) Tag three people you've thirst followed.
7: (truth) How many hours did you sleep last night? (dare) Send an anonymous compliment to the last person who followed you.
8: (truth) If you could go on a date with any of your mutuals, who would it be and what would you do? (dare) Send an anonymous compliment to one of your four "Biggest Fans" on tumblr.
9: (truth) How did you meet your best friend? (dare) Refresh your dashboard. Open the blog of the person who posted whatever's at the top of your dash. Reblog their most recent selfie.
10: (truth) What was your favorite band five years ago? (dare) Tag a blog that posts very different content from yours, but that you couldn't imagine not following.
11: (truth) Where did you get each article of clothing you're wearing right now? (dare) Pick up the closest book to you. Turn to page 39 and copy down line 7.
12: (truth) What are your five favorite girls' names and five favorite boys' names? (dare) Copy and paste the 14th line of text from the last document you worked on in Word or Google Drive.
13: (truth) What's your most irrational fear? (dare) Tag five mutuals who take amazing selfies.
14: (truth) If you could only wear one outfit for the rest of your life (consisting of clothes you already own), what would it be? (dare) Tag someone you follow who has amazing fashion sense.
15: (truth) If you could rock any unusual article of clothing/makeup technique/hairstyle, what would it be? (dare) Go to the blog of the last person you reblogged a text post from. Reblog your favorite of their selfies.
16: (truth) What is your dream job? (dare) Post the four most recent pictures in your camera roll.
17: (truth) Where is the last place you went that took over two hours to get to? (dare) Post screenshots of your phone's lock screen and home screen.
18: (truth) How old were you when you had your first kiss? If you haven't had it yet, how old do you want to be? (dare) Go to the last app/tab you opened. Post a screenshot.
19: (truth) What is the first thing you remember having to keep secret? (dare) Tag five bloggers who you associate with being obsessed with something particular, and list what each of them is obsessed with.
20: (truth) What does your bedroom look like? (dare) Take one selfie and post it. You only get one shot! (No old selfies or retrying, even if you think you look bad)
21: (truth) What three fictional characters would you most like to meet? (dare) Write your name down on a piece of paper and draw a quick picture of yourself. Take a photo of it and post it.
22: (truth) What are three things you're looking forward to? (dare) Tag the last three people you reblogged posts from, and estimate how many followers they have.
23: (truth) What are your three biggest turn ons, and your three biggest turn offs? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle. Without actually listening to it, write the lyrics to the chorus of the first song.
24: (truth) If you could only own five material objects (not counting life necessities like food/water/a house/etc) what would they be? (dare) Put your music player on shuffle. Post what the first three songs are, and for each one, tag a blog that the song reminds you of.
25: (truth) What is the last thing you lied about? (dare) Tag three people you want to know better and ask them each three questions about themselves.
26: (truth) What's the last movie you watched? (dare) Reblog the most recent of your own selfies posted on tumblr, and in the tags say two things you like about your appearance in it?
27: (truth) What are three things you like about yourself unrelated to your appearance? (dare) Post a picture from your camera roll that you've been meaning to post on tumblr.
28: (truth) How do you take your coffee? (dare) Post the last picture you posted on a social media platform other than tumblr.
29: (truth) What are your worst habits? (dare) Put your Top 25 Most Played songs on shuffle and list the first five.
30: (truth) What is the last thing you did that you have to keep secret from someone? Who do you have to keep it secret from? (dare) Tag five blogs with great URLs.
((MOD Lio!: A continuation of the earlier rp. Summary: Bakugo had complained about too many Midoriyas on the site, another Katsuki told him that there were a lot of Bakugoâs and Todorokiâs on the site too, one even being a villain. Having heard his name called, Villain Todoroki showed up, said he was acting while at UA, and Bakugo tried to convince him to come back, that everyone would welcome him back. However, Todoroki refuses and they talk some more until Bakugo admitted some of the possible feelings he had for Todoroki. Todoroki, having had repressed these earlier feelings, was shocked and gave Bakugo his phone number before running away just before the cops arrived.)) Shotoâs phone rang once, no answer, then a second time, the same thing. Finally, just before the call was about to end, Shoto grabbed his phone and answered the phone. He had been taking his midday nap and wasnât entirely happy about being woken up. âHello?â His voice was low and husky, as he had just woken up. Letting out a soft yawn, he sat up in his bed and looked out the tinted window. Since becoming a villain, heâd dyed the white half of his hair and moved into one of the rougher parts of the city using the money he stole from Endeavor.
After a moment of silence, he checked the number. It wasnât one he knew off the top of his head⊠Then it clicked and a sly smile graced his lips. âThis wouldnât happen to be a certain blonde-haired, ruby eyed boy would it?â He said running a hand through his hair. âIâve got to admit. I wasnât expecting a call. Maybe a text or two.â He let out a soft chuckle as he stood up.
He wasnât sure what he was supposed to say, nor was he sure why his heart was fluttering so fast. This was never a problem in UA⊠or was it? He shook his head, refusing to think back to those days. To the days when he had to pretend he cared about those hero wannabes. Well. Pretending about most of them now that he thought about it. Heâd always cared for Katsuki, but he probably wrote it off as something stupid, as he usually did about anything.Â
Katsukiâs breath stopped as soon as the ringing stopped an a familiar voice came through. âYeah well. I rather call. Itâs easier.â Katsuki was alone, he was able to blush freely and smile a bit. âWhy did you give a number? Thatâs not very villainous of you. Going soft IcyHot?â Katsuki let his voice drop, to go soft, let himself be a little vulnerable. It was just him, the phone and the one who grabbed his attention after all these years on the other side. No one else. At least he hoped.
All he wanted was to hear his voice. To make sure he was okay and didnât get caught. He wouldnât know what to do if that ever happened. He would be lost. âItâs been awhileâŠTodoroki. Since weâve had a proper conversation. Or better yet, talked.â Katsuki huffed out a small laugh. âProper rivals then and proper rivals now. With an upgrade.â Katsuki shifted to lay on his side and stare mindlessly out of the window. âI covered for you to the police and pros. I should get a thank you.â
Shoto took a glance in the mirror, running a hand through his hair. What was he supposed to say? He wasnât even entirely sure why he had given Katsuki his number. Shoto was a wanted criminal and Katsuki was on his way to becoming a hero. After a moment he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. âBecause I wanted to, Blasty.â He wasnât going to say a thing about going soft, because he knew he wasnât, at least not for anyone but Katsuki. Hell, he had even continued his work after he left Katsuki, stealing what Shigaraki had asked him to, killing who heâd been assigned, and then he had come home (of course after dropping off the proof to his stupid leader).Â
âWell⊠I supposeâŠâ He said with a slightly teasing tone before he felt a small genuine smile grace his lips. âThank you, Bakugo.â It felt weird talking to him again. They both knew they shouldnât be talking, unlessâŠÂ âYouâre alone, right?â Maybe he was paranoid, but if this call was being traced, there would be heros or cops outside of his door within a few minutes and he couldnât have that. He needed to stay out of jail for a while, just until he went through with his plan. Then he could go to jail, or change his name and appearance and live a life in relative silence. Maybe he would try to be a hero then, but only if Katsuki asked. He didnât care about anyone else in that class, only Katsuki. Even if he probably didnât care about Shoto anymore. Maybe he was trying to trick him so the police and heros could find him.
Or he was being paranoid, either way. He took a look at the number once again before he wrote it down, just in case he had to burn this phone. He still wanted to talk to Katsuki or have a way to track him down in case he did end up turning Shoto in.
Katsuki noticed the shift in Todorokis voice. He got up to lock his door and the door to the balcony and closed the blinds. âYeah. Everyone is sleeping. Itâs just me.â It was quiet again. Was this a trick? Was Shoto just trying to get him to drop his guard? To get him to trust him just to be kidnapped for recruitment again? No. That was not what Shoto had in mind. He had a specific goal.
Katsuki swallowed. âYou changed your looks. I almost didnât recognize you. ItâsâŠdifferent. Black looks good on you.â Katsuki laid back on his bed and just stared at absolutely nothing. Like how heâs been feeling recently. Heâs been stressed and felt like no one was listening or seeing him. But meeting Shoto again..he felt something that he shoved down so long ago. He shouldnât feel this way. They were both different with different goals and ambitions. âWhy couldnât you have just stayed?â
Shoto let himself relax a little when he heard that he was alone and, for some odd reason, he felt like he had missed the blonde boy. âI live alone, so⊠Me too.â Maybe it was just to assure him that he wasnât planning anything or anything that Katuki might be thinking. He checked the lock on his door and shut his blinds, opting for less sunlight since it was hurting his eyes.Â
His smile grew mischievious as he laid down on his bed again. He drapped an arm over his eyes, pretending as though this were a face to face conversation rather than over the phone. âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd say you were hitting on me.â He said with a small laugh. But⊠Katsuki wouldnât hit on him. He was probably with that Midoriya kid or that Kirishima kid. Those were the two that were closest to him, right?
Why couldnât he have stayed? He let out a soft sigh. âI had things to do⊠Things I couldnât do in those classrooms. If I could do everything I need to do in that school, I would butâŠâ But what? He couldnât live like that anymore. His entire life, heâd pushed down his emotions so his father wouldnât know what he was thinking or what he was planning and U.A.? It wasnât any different, only this time he had to hide it from several pro heros and heros to be. âBut itâs a little late. Iâm sorry.âÂ
He didnât know why he was apologizing. There was no real need for it, because in a situation where Shoto hadnât gone to U.A. and had never met Katsuki, Shoto was a villain and Katsuki was going to to be a hero. Probably the best hero, minus the occasional anger outburst towards civillains. âYou sound stressed. U.A. finally getting to you?â He was joking of course, but he was always bad at communicating that sort of tone. His father had never joked with him, he had been distanced from his siblings⊠U.A. was the first time that he had even really seen anyone joke around. It had been nice.
Katsuki held back a small chuckle. âI might be hitting on you. Maybe not. Youâll never know.â Katsuki felt his smile go down as he listened. âItâs never too late.â He whispered the words quiet enough as if he was speaking to him face to face. Just loud enough for him to hear only. Katsuki wasnât sure what he was doing right now. He was talking to a villain. ButâŠhe felt like he personally knew him. This was not just a villain to Katsuki. This was someone who Katsuki fought beside with. Someone who Katsuki somehow felt close to.
âI finally got my Provisional Liscense. ButâŠâ How was he supposed to tell the very person he just told that U.A was a way to get to his goal, that that very school has been keeping an extra eye on him when heâs out now to make sure he keeps his temper under control. He feltâŠheld down. â..Iâm just getting a lot more work on my shoulders now.â It wasnât a lie but not the whole truth either.
Shoto felt a slight blush grow on his cheeks, shaking his head a little. âMaybe it isnât too late⊠But I canât go back⊠Not yet.â Maybe he would go back after Endeavor was dead. Maybe he could be a hero then, but for now, he had to stay with the league. Any Hero Agency wouldnât allow the flat-out murder of the hero. Especially one as well known as Endeavor. Theyâd have him locked up faster than he could explain why.
He listened quietly, taking a moment to think. Being the child of a pro hero definitely had some perks. âSo⊠You mean that U.A. is keeping an eye on you because of your anger?â It wasnât the first time that U.A. had had a student with really bad anger issues, but there had never been one as bad as Katsuki, at least not in the record books. It was something that Shoto had looked up before he agreed to go to U.A.
âYou feel like youâre held down⊠or that you canât do anything, right?â He asked, rolling over onto his stomach. It made sense, especially if U.A. was trying to keep him in check. If he snapped and went berserk on some random passerby, the school would lose its reputation. They couldnât allow that. âIf you want to talk about it⊠Iâm here.â He said simply. Sure, he was a villain and would probably have to fight Katsuki eventually, but that didnât mean that he couldnât be here for him for a few moments.
Katsuki never felt soâŠvulnerable. He never said it, but Shoto read him like a book and through just a phone call. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Maybe venting would make him feel better.
âI hate it. Iâm not some monster that needs to be held down. Iâve been working on my anger problems. I know I have problems, but they make me feel like I know nothing about control. ItâsâŠnot fair. I feel like I canât be myself anymore no matter how hard I try. Itâs stressing me out.â Katsuki was breathing a bit harder now and felt his palms get a little warm. âThey have a leash on me that I keep getting wrapped around and tangling it up even more. I canât get out of it. Ever.â
He took in a deep breath and without thinking, âI wish I went with you. Just not down that pathâŠâ Katsuki could never take that path but he canât let go of Shoto. âSorry. You didnât need to hear any of that. That wasâŠpersonal.â
âNo. Itâs alright.â He was quiet for a moment. He tried to think for a moment. He remembered his father venting about some hero who had passed the provisional license exam without being enrolled in any hero school, but he didnât remember how he had managed to do it. âActually⊠There is a way to be a hero without going through Hero schools like U.AâŠ. It was something that pissed my father offâŠâ
He sat up and went over to his computer and booted it up. Maybe he could have Katsuki here with him⊠Maybe that was a selfish thought, and he didnât know why he wanted that, but he did. âHold on, Iâm looking through some old filesâŠâ After about five or six minutes, he found what he was looking for. Reading off a few lines, he sat back in his chair and let out a small sigh. âSo you really donât /have/ to go to U.A. or a school to be a hero, it just makes it a little easier.â
He was so tempted to just say something like âCome live with me. Iâve got an extra roomâ but, he doubted that he would want to room with a villain. Especially one who was as wanted as he was since it would ruin his entire career if the press or literally anyone found out. So, instead, he kept his mouth shut and let Katsuki think it all over.
Katsuki quickly sat up at the information. He never heard of something like that. Why was that? There were ways to get a license without going to school. Without being held down. ButâŠhe wouldnât be able to stay here anymore. The villains are still following them. Would this put him at risk? There was so many questions running through his mind.Â
He felt his heart race. âShotoâŠWhat ifâŠâ It was a ridiculous thought. If he didnât want a life like this but he canât follow a villains path. Maybe he could takeâŠnoâŠthat felt like cheating. He may have a temper and want to do things quicker, but cheating was never something he would do. He sighedâŠthere wasâŠsomething else. âWhat if there is another path I could take. But, itâs risky and dangerous for me if I do take it. I would have no where to go if I decided to to becomeâŠa vigilante.â
Shoto couldnât help but wonder if maybe Katsuki had a second quirk that was like, mind-reading or something.âA vigilante, huh?â He smiled softly as he thought about Katsuki becoming a vigilante. Sure, he could be a hero, but he wouldnât get nearly as much money from doing it and if he were to want to be a top hero he would have to go through the legal actions of getting registered and such butâŠÂ âIf you want to be a vigilante, then I say do it.âÂ
âI wouldnât say you have nowhere to go.â he glanced at his door. His apartment had 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and a living room, and Shoto really only used his bedroom and the bathroom. Biting his lip gently, he spoke softly. âIf you wouldnât mind⊠I have an extra room in my apartment.â He didnât want to bring up what it could mean if he was caught living with a villain or what it would mean about this weird friendship or whatever it was. But for some reason the villain found himself hoping that Katsuki agreed and came to live with him,
Katsuki held in a smile despite being alone and no one could see him. He looked at the time on his phone. It was still early in the morning. No one will be getting up in another hour for school yet.
It was a risk. He knows itâs a huge risk. He would be a vigilante. Neither a hero or a villain. Just someone whoâs not affiliated with anyone and doing things his own way. That sounded more like something he would do anyway. He put the phone between his shoulder and ear as he bent down to grab his large duffel from under his bed. He quickly went to his closet and grabbed as many clothes as he could. âSend me the address. Iâm leaving soon.â Heâs doing this. Heâs actually going to go through with it. He canât stay. He stared at the suitcase that his hero costume resided in. He grabbed it and at least a gauntlet to stuff in the bag.Â
He gripped his phone again as he hiked the bag over his shoulder and stood before the doors to his balcony. He opened the blinds and unlocked the door and stood outside. He looked back into his clean room. âIâm on my way Shoto.â He hung up and pocketed his phone and climbed over the rail. He wasnât far from the ground. So, he dropped and landed with ease and made his way over to the front gate. Nervousness set in but he shoved it back down as he walked through. Then there was a siren that âA student has left the premises!â and he bolted away.
((Mod Lio: ALRIGHT, JUST AS A SMALL WARNING TO ANYONE WHO DOES NOT LIKE THE MENTION OF MURDER IN DETAIL, THAT IS THE ENTIRE THIRD PARAGRAPH SO DO NOT READ THAT ONE))
Shoto was admittedly shocked by how quickly Katsuki had decided but a small smile still graced his lips as he nodded gently, even though the other boy couldnât see him. âAlright. Iâll see you soon.â Was all he said before the other boy hung up. He gave himself one moment, no more than sixty seconds, to think about everything. He never expected this from Katsuki, he never expected to convince him to be a vigilante, let alone to come live with him!
But once that moment was up, he immediately sent him the address before he began getting the house ready, picking up, cleaning everything, making it look as though a villain didnât live here and rather just a normal person. He didnât know why, but he felt nervous. Katsuki was just⊠well he was Katsuki! Out of everyone in U.A., Katsuki was the only person who had managed to catch Shotoâs attention in any way and now? He was on his way to live with him. He was ecstatic, but he was also unsure of how well this would work. Maybe it was a trap, maybe he was tricked. Maybe there were cops on the way here.
If there was, there would be absolutely no mercy for anyone in the building, in the school, anywhere. He would freeze everyone, killing them slowly one by one, starting with the people in this building, decapitating each one. Once that was done he would break into U.A., doing the same to each student, teacher, hell even the principle. But he would make sure Katsuki was the last. He would not be betrayed.
But for once, he didnât think that was the case. He had heard the way that Katsuki had sounded when he was talking about becoming a vigilante. He sounded genuine, as though he werenât lying⊠Then again, so had Shoto when he had been in U.A. It was usually his eyes that gave him away. It was hard to fake emotions through the windows to the soul.
Katsuki ran up on the rooftops away from the horde of cops and pros that gathered at the gate. He pulled his phone out and found a message with an address and hopped over the buildings for a short cut and soon, he was within the district Shoto was in. He dropped down into an alley continued on the streets. The area was a bit rugged but he didnât care.Â
Soon, the building came into view. This was a time for a fight or flight chance. He stopped. If he walked up those stairs and knocked on the door, he can never go back. But then againâŠ
He swallowed and tried to calm down his beating heart. He pulled his phone out again. Everyone should be waking up nowâŠand he wonât be there. That will be the time when theyâll figure out it was him that activated the gate. He pulled open the message again to make sure he was right. He stepped forward and softly went up the stairs and faced a door that would change him. That would free him. He was out of breath and was sweaty from running. He raised a fist and held it there for a few seconds. Until he knocked a few times.
Shoto had just finished cleaning when three, unsure knocks came to his door. He peeked in through the peephole, just to make sure it wasnât like a hero or anything and he felt his heart race ever so slightly as he saw Katsuki Bakugo. He actually did it. He was actually doing this. He quickly unlocked the door and leaned against the wall ever so slightly. âWelcome to my place.â He said, moving out of the way so Katsuki could come in.
âWelcome to my place? Really? Was that the best you could think of?â Shoto scolded himself. Though, to be fair, all of this was a sudden change for both of them, in so many ways. For Shoto it was admitting the feelings he had repressed and pushed down for the blonde, and then letting said Blonde Hero-to-be-now-vigilante-to-be move in⊠For Katsuki⊠He couldnât even begin to think as to where his mind was going with everything. Heâd just given up U.A. to live with Shoto and become a vigilante.
He shut the door behind the blonde, noticing how very little he had actually brought with him. He could have sworn he had more stuff in his dorm last time he had seen it. Or maybe he just wanted to bring a little so it didnât slow him down? Either way, Shoto still had access to his fatherâs bank account, so it didnât exactly matter to him. He could buy Katsuki whatever he wanted without there being any record of it. Of course that also meant he couldnât ever return anything, but that didnât matter.
Also he knew how to hack into bank accounts without leaving a trace, which also helped with his funding. âYouâre room is the door on the left, the bathroom is attached to both bathrooms, so just knock before going in I guess.â What was he supposed to say? I wouldnât mind it if you stayed in my room because I actually really adored the small amount of physical contact that I had gotten when I was at U.A. and wouldnât mind cuddling? Yeah no. He would NEVER tell anyone about how touch starved he really was.
âI wonât tell anyone youâre here either, so you donât have to worry about any of the villains figuring out youâre here.â He figured that was something important to tell him, considering how many times heâd been targeted by the very same villains he was working for. Hell, Dabi and Compress had been the ones to kidnap him.
Katsuki sighed as he walked in. The place was actually, nice and being this close to Shoto was so nice. Being away from everything made him feel free. He slowly walked down the little hallway and opened the door to a plain bedroom. He laid his bag down on the bed and came back out. âSo, this is where youâve been?â Katsuki awkwardly sat on the small sofa and turned his head to look at Shoto.
âI had to run here. The gate alarm went off and I had to get away before anyone saw me.â Katsuki felt himself slowly relax into the sofa. He laid his head back and uncrossed his arms away from his chest and took slow breaths to calm down his beating heart.
He cracked an eye open to look at him. ââŠI missed you, you know?â It was true. Being around the other like this was different, but a relaxing different. He didnât feel like he was in danger or anything. He was just Katsuki Bakugou here. âThank youâŠâ
âWell, here and the hideout.â Shoto gave a small shrug, sitting down on the sofa. He watched as his roommate explored the relatively small appartment. It really wasnât made for more than 3 people in mind, but it would work well for just the two of them. at least, he kind of hoped so.
âIf you ever want to go get the rest of your stuff, thereâs a secret way in, but itâs a one way entrance. Itâll get you past the gate alarm, but youâll have to get into the dorms without being noticed. Or I could just buy you the stuff you left behind.â He stretched ever so slightly, looking over at the Blonde. What were they supposed to do now? They technically should be at each otherâs throats. Shoto was wanted for murder and Katsuki was a vigilante. Though, they were sort of the grey area when it came to the hero business, but still.Â
âI missed you too, Blasty.â He felt an ever so slight smile grow on his face. Who would have guessed that U.A.âs signature top student with a bad attitude would miss the traitor of the school? He leaned his head back against the back of the sofa. âFor what, giving you a way out?â He laughed ever so slightly as he shook his head. âI wouldnât have wanted you to feel like you were forced to stay there. Besides, you sounded ready to blast out of there even if I hadnât offered you a place to stay.â
((MOD Lio!: A continuation of the earlier rp. Summary: Bakugo had complained about too many Midoriyas on the site, another Katsuki told him that there were a lot of Bakugoâs and Todorokiâs on the site too, one even being a villain. Having heard his name called, Villain Todoroki showed up, said he was acting while at UA, and Bakugo tried to convince him to come back, that everyone would welcome him back. However, Todoroki refuses and they talk some more until Bakugo admitted some of the possible feelings he had for Todoroki. Todoroki, having had repressed these earlier feelings, was shocked and gave Bakugo his phone number before running away just before the cops arrived.)) Shotoâs phone rang once, no answer, then a second time, the same thing. Finally, just before the call was about to end, Shoto grabbed his phone and answered the phone. He had been taking his midday nap and wasnât entirely happy about being woken up. âHello?â His voice was low and husky, as he had just woken up. Letting out a soft yawn, he sat up in his bed and looked out the tinted window. Since becoming a villain, heâd dyed the white half of his hair and moved into one of the rougher parts of the city using the money he stole from Endeavor.
After a moment of silence, he checked the number. It wasnât one he knew off the top of his head⊠Then it clicked and a sly smile graced his lips. âThis wouldnât happen to be a certain blonde-haired, ruby eyed boy would it?â He said running a hand through his hair. âIâve got to admit. I wasnât expecting a call. Maybe a text or two.â He let out a soft chuckle as he stood up.
He wasnât sure what he was supposed to say, nor was he sure why his heart was fluttering so fast. This was never a problem in UA⊠or was it? He shook his head, refusing to think back to those days. To the days when he had to pretend he cared about those hero wannabes. Well. Pretending about most of them now that he thought about it. Heâd always cared for Katsuki, but he probably wrote it off as something stupid, as he usually did about anything.Â
Katsukiâs breath stopped as soon as the ringing stopped an a familiar voice came through. âYeah well. I rather call. Itâs easier.â Katsuki was alone, he was able to blush freely and smile a bit. âWhy did you give a number? Thatâs not very villainous of you. Going soft IcyHot?â Katsuki let his voice drop, to go soft, let himself be a little vulnerable. It was just him, the phone and the one who grabbed his attention after all these years on the other side. No one else. At least he hoped.
All he wanted was to hear his voice. To make sure he was okay and didnât get caught. He wouldnât know what to do if that ever happened. He would be lost. âItâs been awhileâŠTodoroki. Since weâve had a proper conversation. Or better yet, talked.â Katsuki huffed out a small laugh. âProper rivals then and proper rivals now. With an upgrade.â Katsuki shifted to lay on his side and stare mindlessly out of the window. âI covered for you to the police and pros. I should get a thank you.â
Shoto took a glance in the mirror, running a hand through his hair. What was he supposed to say? He wasnât even entirely sure why he had given Katsuki his number. Shoto was a wanted criminal and Katsuki was on his way to becoming a hero. After a moment he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. âBecause I wanted to, Blasty.â He wasnât going to say a thing about going soft, because he knew he wasnât, at least not for anyone but Katsuki. Hell, he had even continued his work after he left Katsuki, stealing what Shigaraki had asked him to, killing who heâd been assigned, and then he had come home (of course after dropping off the proof to his stupid leader).Â
âWell⊠I supposeâŠâ He said with a slightly teasing tone before he felt a small genuine smile grace his lips. âThank you, Bakugo.â It felt weird talking to him again. They both knew they shouldnât be talking, unlessâŠÂ âYouâre alone, right?â Maybe he was paranoid, but if this call was being traced, there would be heros or cops outside of his door within a few minutes and he couldnât have that. He needed to stay out of jail for a while, just until he went through with his plan. Then he could go to jail, or change his name and appearance and live a life in relative silence. Maybe he would try to be a hero then, but only if Katsuki asked. He didnât care about anyone else in that class, only Katsuki. Even if he probably didnât care about Shoto anymore. Maybe he was trying to trick him so the police and heros could find him.
Or he was being paranoid, either way. He took a look at the number once again before he wrote it down, just in case he had to burn this phone. He still wanted to talk to Katsuki or have a way to track him down in case he did end up turning Shoto in.
Katsuki noticed the shift in Todorokis voice. He got up to lock his door and the door to the balcony and closed the blinds. âYeah. Everyone is sleeping. Itâs just me.â It was quiet again. Was this a trick? Was Shoto just trying to get him to drop his guard? To get him to trust him just to be kidnapped for recruitment again? No. That was not what Shoto had in mind. He had a specific goal.
Katsuki swallowed. âYou changed your looks. I almost didnât recognize you. ItâsâŠdifferent. Black looks good on you.â Katsuki laid back on his bed and just stared at absolutely nothing. Like how heâs been feeling recently. Heâs been stressed and felt like no one was listening or seeing him. But meeting Shoto again..he felt something that he shoved down so long ago. He shouldnât feel this way. They were both different with different goals and ambitions. âWhy couldnât you have just stayed?â
Shoto let himself relax a little when he heard that he was alone and, for some odd reason, he felt like he had missed the blonde boy. âI live alone, so⊠Me too.â Maybe it was just to assure him that he wasnât planning anything or anything that Katuki might be thinking. He checked the lock on his door and shut his blinds, opting for less sunlight since it was hurting his eyes.Â
His smile grew mischievious as he laid down on his bed again. He drapped an arm over his eyes, pretending as though this were a face to face conversation rather than over the phone. âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd say you were hitting on me.â He said with a small laugh. But⊠Katsuki wouldnât hit on him. He was probably with that Midoriya kid or that Kirishima kid. Those were the two that were closest to him, right?
Why couldnât he have stayed? He let out a soft sigh. âI had things to do⊠Things I couldnât do in those classrooms. If I could do everything I need to do in that school, I would butâŠâ But what? He couldnât live like that anymore. His entire life, heâd pushed down his emotions so his father wouldnât know what he was thinking or what he was planning and U.A.? It wasnât any different, only this time he had to hide it from several pro heros and heros to be. âBut itâs a little late. Iâm sorry.âÂ
He didnât know why he was apologizing. There was no real need for it, because in a situation where Shoto hadnât gone to U.A. and had never met Katsuki, Shoto was a villain and Katsuki was going to to be a hero. Probably the best hero, minus the occasional anger outburst towards civillains. âYou sound stressed. U.A. finally getting to you?â He was joking of course, but he was always bad at communicating that sort of tone. His father had never joked with him, he had been distanced from his siblings⊠U.A. was the first time that he had even really seen anyone joke around. It had been nice.
Katsuki held back a small chuckle. âI might be hitting on you. Maybe not. Youâll never know.â Katsuki felt his smile go down as he listened. âItâs never too late.â He whispered the words quiet enough as if he was speaking to him face to face. Just loud enough for him to hear only. Katsuki wasnât sure what he was doing right now. He was talking to a villain. ButâŠhe felt like he personally knew him. This was not just a villain to Katsuki. This was someone who Katsuki fought beside with. Someone who Katsuki somehow felt close to.
âI finally got my Provisional Liscense. ButâŠâ How was he supposed to tell the very person he just told that U.A was a way to get to his goal, that that very school has been keeping an extra eye on him when heâs out now to make sure he keeps his temper under control. He feltâŠheld down. â..Iâm just getting a lot more work on my shoulders now.â It wasnât a lie but not the whole truth either.
Shoto felt a slight blush grow on his cheeks, shaking his head a little. âMaybe it isnât too late⊠But I canât go back⊠Not yet.â Maybe he would go back after Endeavor was dead. Maybe he could be a hero then, but for now, he had to stay with the league. Any Hero Agency wouldnât allow the flat-out murder of the hero. Especially one as well known as Endeavor. Theyâd have him locked up faster than he could explain why.
He listened quietly, taking a moment to think. Being the child of a pro hero definitely had some perks. âSo⊠You mean that U.A. is keeping an eye on you because of your anger?â It wasnât the first time that U.A. had had a student with really bad anger issues, but there had never been one as bad as Katsuki, at least not in the record books. It was something that Shoto had looked up before he agreed to go to U.A.
âYou feel like youâre held down⊠or that you canât do anything, right?â He asked, rolling over onto his stomach. It made sense, especially if U.A. was trying to keep him in check. If he snapped and went berserk on some random passerby, the school would lose its reputation. They couldnât allow that. âIf you want to talk about it⊠Iâm here.â He said simply. Sure, he was a villain and would probably have to fight Katsuki eventually, but that didnât mean that he couldnât be here for him for a few moments.
Katsuki never felt soâŠvulnerable. He never said it, but Shoto read him like a book and through just a phone call. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Maybe venting would make him feel better.
âI hate it. Iâm not some monster that needs to be held down. Iâve been working on my anger problems. I know I have problems, but they make me feel like I know nothing about control. ItâsâŠnot fair. I feel like I canât be myself anymore no matter how hard I try. Itâs stressing me out.â Katsuki was breathing a bit harder now and felt his palms get a little warm. âThey have a leash on me that I keep getting wrapped around and tangling it up even more. I canât get out of it. Ever.â
He took in a deep breath and without thinking, âI wish I went with you. Just not down that pathâŠâ Katsuki could never take that path but he canât let go of Shoto. âSorry. You didnât need to hear any of that. That wasâŠpersonal.â
âNo. Itâs alright.â He was quiet for a moment. He tried to think for a moment. He remembered his father venting about some hero who had passed the provisional license exam without being enrolled in any hero school, but he didnât remember how he had managed to do it. âActually⊠There is a way to be a hero without going through Hero schools like U.AâŠ. It was something that pissed my father offâŠâ
He sat up and went over to his computer and booted it up. Maybe he could have Katsuki here with him⊠Maybe that was a selfish thought, and he didnât know why he wanted that, but he did. âHold on, Iâm looking through some old filesâŠâ After about five or six minutes, he found what he was looking for. Reading off a few lines, he sat back in his chair and let out a small sigh. âSo you really donât /have/ to go to U.A. or a school to be a hero, it just makes it a little easier.â
He was so tempted to just say something like âCome live with me. Iâve got an extra roomâ but, he doubted that he would want to room with a villain. Especially one who was as wanted as he was since it would ruin his entire career if the press or literally anyone found out. So, instead, he kept his mouth shut and let Katsuki think it all over.
Katsuki quickly sat up at the information. He never heard of something like that. Why was that? There were ways to get a license without going to school. Without being held down. ButâŠhe wouldnât be able to stay here anymore. The villains are still following them. Would this put him at risk? There was so many questions running through his mind.Â
He felt his heart race. âShotoâŠWhat ifâŠâ It was a ridiculous thought. If he didnât want a life like this but he canât follow a villains path. Maybe he could takeâŠnoâŠthat felt like cheating. He may have a temper and want to do things quicker, but cheating was never something he would do. He sighedâŠthere wasâŠsomething else. âWhat if there is another path I could take. But, itâs risky and dangerous for me if I do take it. I would have no where to go if I decided to to becomeâŠa vigilante.â
Shoto couldnât help but wonder if maybe Katsuki had a second quirk that was like, mind-reading or something.âA vigilante, huh?â He smiled softly as he thought about Katsuki becoming a vigilante. Sure, he could be a hero, but he wouldnât get nearly as much money from doing it and if he were to want to be a top hero he would have to go through the legal actions of getting registered and such butâŠÂ âIf you want to be a vigilante, then I say do it.âÂ
âI wouldnât say you have nowhere to go.â he glanced at his door. His apartment had 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and a living room, and Shoto really only used his bedroom and the bathroom. Biting his lip gently, he spoke softly. âIf you wouldnât mind⊠I have an extra room in my apartment.â He didnât want to bring up what it could mean if he was caught living with a villain or what it would mean about this weird friendship or whatever it was. But for some reason the villain found himself hoping that Katsuki agreed and came to live with him,
Katsuki held in a smile despite being alone and no one could see him. He looked at the time on his phone. It was still early in the morning. No one will be getting up in another hour for school yet.
It was a risk. He knows itâs a huge risk. He would be a vigilante. Neither a hero or a villain. Just someone whoâs not affiliated with anyone and doing things his own way. That sounded more like something he would do anyway. He put the phone between his shoulder and ear as he bent down to grab his large duffel from under his bed. He quickly went to his closet and grabbed as many clothes as he could. âSend me the address. Iâm leaving soon.â Heâs doing this. Heâs actually going to go through with it. He canât stay. He stared at the suitcase that his hero costume resided in. He grabbed it and at least a gauntlet to stuff in the bag.Â
He gripped his phone again as he hiked the bag over his shoulder and stood before the doors to his balcony. He opened the blinds and unlocked the door and stood outside. He looked back into his clean room. âIâm on my way Shoto.â He hung up and pocketed his phone and climbed over the rail. He wasnât far from the ground. So, he dropped and landed with ease and made his way over to the front gate. Nervousness set in but he shoved it back down as he walked through. Then there was a siren that âA student has left the premises!â and he bolted away.
((Mod Lio: ALRIGHT, JUST AS A SMALL WARNING TO ANYONE WHO DOES NOT LIKE THE MENTION OF MURDER IN DETAIL, THAT IS THE ENTIRE THIRD PARAGRAPH SO DO NOT READ THAT ONE))
Shoto was admittedly shocked by how quickly Katsuki had decided but a small smile still graced his lips as he nodded gently, even though the other boy couldnât see him. âAlright. Iâll see you soon.â Was all he said before the other boy hung up. He gave himself one moment, no more than sixty seconds, to think about everything. He never expected this from Katsuki, he never expected to convince him to be a vigilante, let alone to come live with him!
But once that moment was up, he immediately sent him the address before he began getting the house ready, picking up, cleaning everything, making it look as though a villain didnât live here and rather just a normal person. He didnât know why, but he felt nervous. Katsuki was just⊠well he was Katsuki! Out of everyone in U.A., Katsuki was the only person who had managed to catch Shotoâs attention in any way and now? He was on his way to live with him. He was ecstatic, but he was also unsure of how well this would work. Maybe it was a trap, maybe he was tricked. Maybe there were cops on the way here.
If there was, there would be absolutely no mercy for anyone in the building, in the school, anywhere. He would freeze everyone, killing them slowly one by one, starting with the people in this building, decapitating each one. Once that was done he would break into U.A., doing the same to each student, teacher, hell even the principle. But he would make sure Katsuki was the last. He would not be betrayed.
But for once, he didnât think that was the case. He had heard the way that Katsuki had sounded when he was talking about becoming a vigilante. He sounded genuine, as though he werenât lying⊠Then again, so had Shoto when he had been in U.A. It was usually his eyes that gave him away. It was hard to fake emotions through the windows to the soul.
Katsuki ran up on the rooftops away from the horde of cops and pros that gathered at the gate. He pulled his phone out and found a message with an address and hopped over the buildings for a short cut and soon, he was within the district Shoto was in. He dropped down into an alley continued on the streets. The area was a bit rugged but he didnât care.Â
Soon, the building came into view. This was a time for a fight or flight chance. He stopped. If he walked up those stairs and knocked on the door, he can never go back. But then againâŠ
He swallowed and tried to calm down his beating heart. He pulled his phone out again. Everyone should be waking up nowâŠand he wonât be there. That will be the time when theyâll figure out it was him that activated the gate. He pulled open the message again to make sure he was right. He stepped forward and softly went up the stairs and faced a door that would change him. That would free him. He was out of breath and was sweaty from running. He raised a fist and held it there for a few seconds. Until he knocked a few times.
Shoto had just finished cleaning when three, unsure knocks came to his door. He peeked in through the peephole, just to make sure it wasnât like a hero or anything and he felt his heart race ever so slightly as he saw Katsuki Bakugo. He actually did it. He was actually doing this. He quickly unlocked the door and leaned against the wall ever so slightly. âWelcome to my place.â He said, moving out of the way so Katsuki could come in.
âWelcome to my place? Really? Was that the best you could think of?â Shoto scolded himself. Though, to be fair, all of this was a sudden change for both of them, in so many ways. For Shoto it was admitting the feelings he had repressed and pushed down for the blonde, and then letting said Blonde Hero-to-be-now-vigilante-to-be move in... For Katsuki... He couldnât even begin to think as to where his mind was going with everything. Heâd just given up U.A. to live with Shoto and become a vigilante.
He shut the door behind the blonde, noticing how very little he had actually brought with him. He could have sworn he had more stuff in his dorm last time he had seen it. Or maybe he just wanted to bring a little so it didnât slow him down? Either way, Shoto still had access to his fatherâs bank account, so it didnât exactly matter to him. He could buy Katsuki whatever he wanted without there being any record of it. Of course that also meant he couldnât ever return anything, but that didnât matter.
Also he knew how to hack into bank accounts without leaving a trace, which also helped with his funding. âYouâre room is the door on the left, the bathroom is attached to both bathrooms, so just knock before going in I guess.â What was he supposed to say? I wouldnât mind it if you stayed in my room because I actually really adored the small amount of physical contact that I had gotten when I was at U.A. and wouldnât mind cuddling? Yeah no. He would NEVER tell anyone about how touch starved he really was.
âI wonât tell anyone youâre here either, so you donât have to worry about any of the villains figuring out youâre here.â He figured that was something important to tell him, considering how many times heâd been targeted by the very same villains he was working for. Hell, Dabi and Compress had been the ones to kidnap him.
1. 9. 26. 29. and 35?
1: What was the name of the first person you had a crush on? Why did you like them?
Hm... To be fair. I had a crush on both Bakugo and Midoriya for a while. Though, I didnât think I had much of a chance with either of them so I repressed the emotions to the point I couldnât feel them until I left U.A.
9: If you had to choose one thing you were most passionate about, what would it be and why?
Murdering my old man.
26: If you could buy one material thing, and money was not an issue, what would it be?
A house. A full house. Or a restraining order for my mother so my father cannot hurt her anymore. Neither of these things would be for me.
29: Whatâs the best way to comfort you when youâre having a really terrible day?
Iâm not sure. Iâm so used to being alone so normally I just eat a sucker or take a nap.
35: What is the most important memory you have and why?
The day my mother burned my face with hot tea. Iâm not going to go into detail about that one.
2, 7, 11, 22, 29 Just asking for a friend. Don't look into it!
This feels like it came from a certain blasty boyâŠ.
2: What is one thing you regret having done or not done in your life?
I suppose not telling a certain someone how I felt. Maybe he could have left with me then. Or maybe leaving my father earlier.
7: What Embarrasses you the most in front of other people?
Hm⊠Iâm not entirely sure. Iâm not around groups of people for long periods of time so there isnât much opportunity for me to get embarrassed.
11: Where is the most beautiful place on earth and why?
Hmmm⊠Iâd have to say when I have said Blasty Boy in my bed with my arms around him.
22:Are you proud of what youâre doing with your heart and time right now?
My Heart? Yes. My time⊠Yes and no. Yes, because Iâll be ridding a monster of this world but no because Iâm disappointing everyone whoâs ever believed in me to be a good person.
29: Whatâs the best way to comfort you when youâre having a really terrible day?
Iâm not sure. Iâm so used to being alone so normally I just eat a sucker or take a nap.
Going to fucking love the shit out of you IcyHotâŠ
Iâm going to hold you too that Blasty.Â
2, 7, 11, 22, 29 Just asking for a friend. Don't look into it!
This feels like it came from a certain blasty boy....
2: What is one thing you regret having done or not done in your life?
I suppose not telling a certain someone how I felt. Maybe he could have left with me then. Or maybe leaving my father earlier.
7: What Embarrasses you the most in front of other people?
Hm... Iâm not entirely sure. Iâm not around groups of people for long periods of time so there isnât much opportunity for me to get embarrassed.
11: Where is the most beautiful place on earth and why?
Hmmm... Iâd have to say when I have said Blasty Boy in my bed with my arms around him.
22:Are you proud of what youâre doing with your heart and time right now?
My Heart? Yes. My time... Yes and no. Yes, because Iâll be ridding a monster of this world but no because Iâm disappointing everyone whoâs ever believed in me to be a good person.
29: What's the best way to comfort you when you're having a really terrible day?
Iâm not sure. Iâm so used to being alone so normally I just eat a sucker or take a nap.
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1. What was the name of the first person you ever had a crush on? Why did you like them?
2. What is one thing you regret having done or not done in your life?
3. Which parent do you identify with the most?
4. What do you think you cook or bake the best?
5. If you could change your first name what would it be?
6. Can you hula hoop?
7. What embarrasses you the most in front of other people?
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9. If you had to choose one thing you were most passionate about, what would it be and why?
10. Who are you most envious ofâreal or fictionalâand why?
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21. 100 kittens or 3 baby sloths?
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24. How many bones have you broken?
25. Have you ever won anything? Big or small?
26. If you could buy one material thing, and money was not an issue, what would it be?
27. Whatâs your favorite movie from your childhood?
28. What food will you absolutely not, under any circumstances, eat?
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30. Has anything/anyone every saved your life before?
31. Would you ever adopt a child?
32. What is one thing youâre embarrassed to admit you want to try?
33. If you were a cake which cake would you be?
34. What is the most important material possession you have and why?
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36. When was the last time you cried?
37. How old was your mother when she had you?
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((MOD Lio!: A continuation of the earlier rp. Summary: Bakugo had complained about too many Midoriyas on the site, another Katsuki told him that there were a lot of Bakugoâs and Todorokiâs on the site too, one even being a villain. Having heard his name called, Villain Todoroki showed up, said he was acting while at UA, and Bakugo tried to convince him to come back, that everyone would welcome him back. However, Todoroki refuses and they talk some more until Bakugo admitted some of the possible feelings he had for Todoroki. Todoroki, having had repressed these earlier feelings, was shocked and gave Bakugo his phone number before running away just before the cops arrived.)) Shotoâs phone rang once, no answer, then a second time, the same thing. Finally, just before the call was about to end, Shoto grabbed his phone and answered the phone. He had been taking his midday nap and wasnât entirely happy about being woken up. âHello?â His voice was low and husky, as he had just woken up. Letting out a soft yawn, he sat up in his bed and looked out the tinted window. Since becoming a villain, heâd dyed the white half of his hair and moved into one of the rougher parts of the city using the money he stole from Endeavor.
After a moment of silence, he checked the number. It wasnât one he knew off the top of his head⊠Then it clicked and a sly smile graced his lips. âThis wouldnât happen to be a certain blonde-haired, ruby eyed boy would it?â He said running a hand through his hair. âIâve got to admit. I wasnât expecting a call. Maybe a text or two.â He let out a soft chuckle as he stood up.
He wasnât sure what he was supposed to say, nor was he sure why his heart was fluttering so fast. This was never a problem in UA⊠or was it? He shook his head, refusing to think back to those days. To the days when he had to pretend he cared about those hero wannabes. Well. Pretending about most of them now that he thought about it. Heâd always cared for Katsuki, but he probably wrote it off as something stupid, as he usually did about anything.Â
Katsukiâs breath stopped as soon as the ringing stopped an a familiar voice came through. âYeah well. I rather call. Itâs easier.â Katsuki was alone, he was able to blush freely and smile a bit. âWhy did you give a number? Thatâs not very villainous of you. Going soft IcyHot?â Katsuki let his voice drop, to go soft, let himself be a little vulnerable. It was just him, the phone and the one who grabbed his attention after all these years on the other side. No one else. At least he hoped.
All he wanted was to hear his voice. To make sure he was okay and didnât get caught. He wouldnât know what to do if that ever happened. He would be lost. âItâs been awhileâŠTodoroki. Since weâve had a proper conversation. Or better yet, talked.â Katsuki huffed out a small laugh. âProper rivals then and proper rivals now. With an upgrade.â Katsuki shifted to lay on his side and stare mindlessly out of the window. âI covered for you to the police and pros. I should get a thank you.â
Shoto took a glance in the mirror, running a hand through his hair. What was he supposed to say? He wasnât even entirely sure why he had given Katsuki his number. Shoto was a wanted criminal and Katsuki was on his way to becoming a hero. After a moment he let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. âBecause I wanted to, Blasty.â He wasnât going to say a thing about going soft, because he knew he wasnât, at least not for anyone but Katsuki. Hell, he had even continued his work after he left Katsuki, stealing what Shigaraki had asked him to, killing who heâd been assigned, and then he had come home (of course after dropping off the proof to his stupid leader).Â
âWell⊠I supposeâŠâ He said with a slightly teasing tone before he felt a small genuine smile grace his lips. âThank you, Bakugo.â It felt weird talking to him again. They both knew they shouldnât be talking, unlessâŠÂ âYouâre alone, right?â Maybe he was paranoid, but if this call was being traced, there would be heros or cops outside of his door within a few minutes and he couldnât have that. He needed to stay out of jail for a while, just until he went through with his plan. Then he could go to jail, or change his name and appearance and live a life in relative silence. Maybe he would try to be a hero then, but only if Katsuki asked. He didnât care about anyone else in that class, only Katsuki. Even if he probably didnât care about Shoto anymore. Maybe he was trying to trick him so the police and heros could find him.
Or he was being paranoid, either way. He took a look at the number once again before he wrote it down, just in case he had to burn this phone. He still wanted to talk to Katsuki or have a way to track him down in case he did end up turning Shoto in.
Katsuki noticed the shift in Todorokis voice. He got up to lock his door and the door to the balcony and closed the blinds. âYeah. Everyone is sleeping. Itâs just me.â It was quiet again. Was this a trick? Was Shoto just trying to get him to drop his guard? To get him to trust him just to be kidnapped for recruitment again? No. That was not what Shoto had in mind. He had a specific goal.
Katsuki swallowed. âYou changed your looks. I almost didnât recognize you. ItâsâŠdifferent. Black looks good on you.â Katsuki laid back on his bed and just stared at absolutely nothing. Like how heâs been feeling recently. Heâs been stressed and felt like no one was listening or seeing him. But meeting Shoto again..he felt something that he shoved down so long ago. He shouldnât feel this way. They were both different with different goals and ambitions. âWhy couldnât you have just stayed?â
Shoto let himself relax a little when he heard that he was alone and, for some odd reason, he felt like he had missed the blonde boy. âI live alone, so⊠Me too.â Maybe it was just to assure him that he wasnât planning anything or anything that Katuki might be thinking. He checked the lock on his door and shut his blinds, opting for less sunlight since it was hurting his eyes.Â
His smile grew mischievious as he laid down on his bed again. He drapped an arm over his eyes, pretending as though this were a face to face conversation rather than over the phone. âIf I didnât know any better, Iâd say you were hitting on me.â He said with a small laugh. But⊠Katsuki wouldnât hit on him. He was probably with that Midoriya kid or that Kirishima kid. Those were the two that were closest to him, right?
Why couldnât he have stayed? He let out a soft sigh. âI had things to do⊠Things I couldnât do in those classrooms. If I could do everything I need to do in that school, I would butâŠâ But what? He couldnât live like that anymore. His entire life, heâd pushed down his emotions so his father wouldnât know what he was thinking or what he was planning and U.A.? It wasnât any different, only this time he had to hide it from several pro heros and heros to be. âBut itâs a little late. Iâm sorry.âÂ
He didnât know why he was apologizing. There was no real need for it, because in a situation where Shoto hadnât gone to U.A. and had never met Katsuki, Shoto was a villain and Katsuki was going to to be a hero. Probably the best hero, minus the occasional anger outburst towards civillains. âYou sound stressed. U.A. finally getting to you?â He was joking of course, but he was always bad at communicating that sort of tone. His father had never joked with him, he had been distanced from his siblings⊠U.A. was the first time that he had even really seen anyone joke around. It had been nice.
Katsuki held back a small chuckle. âI might be hitting on you. Maybe not. Youâll never know.â Katsuki felt his smile go down as he listened. âItâs never too late.â He whispered the words quiet enough as if he was speaking to him face to face. Just loud enough for him to hear only. Katsuki wasnât sure what he was doing right now. He was talking to a villain. ButâŠhe felt like he personally knew him. This was not just a villain to Katsuki. This was someone who Katsuki fought beside with. Someone who Katsuki somehow felt close to.
âI finally got my Provisional Liscense. ButâŠâ How was he supposed to tell the very person he just told that U.A was a way to get to his goal, that that very school has been keeping an extra eye on him when heâs out now to make sure he keeps his temper under control. He feltâŠheld down. â..Iâm just getting a lot more work on my shoulders now.â It wasnât a lie but not the whole truth either.
Shoto felt a slight blush grow on his cheeks, shaking his head a little. âMaybe it isnât too late⊠But I canât go back⊠Not yet.â Maybe he would go back after Endeavor was dead. Maybe he could be a hero then, but for now, he had to stay with the league. Any Hero Agency wouldnât allow the flat-out murder of the hero. Especially one as well known as Endeavor. Theyâd have him locked up faster than he could explain why.
He listened quietly, taking a moment to think. Being the child of a pro hero definitely had some perks. âSo⊠You mean that U.A. is keeping an eye on you because of your anger?â It wasnât the first time that U.A. had had a student with really bad anger issues, but there had never been one as bad as Katsuki, at least not in the record books. It was something that Shoto had looked up before he agreed to go to U.A.
âYou feel like youâre held down⊠or that you canât do anything, right?â He asked, rolling over onto his stomach. It made sense, especially if U.A. was trying to keep him in check. If he snapped and went berserk on some random passerby, the school would lose its reputation. They couldnât allow that. âIf you want to talk about it⊠Iâm here.â He said simply. Sure, he was a villain and would probably have to fight Katsuki eventually, but that didnât mean that he couldnât be here for him for a few moments.
Katsuki never felt soâŠvulnerable. He never said it, but Shoto read him like a book and through just a phone call. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. Maybe venting would make him feel better.
âI hate it. Iâm not some monster that needs to be held down. Iâve been working on my anger problems. I know I have problems, but they make me feel like I know nothing about control. ItâsâŠnot fair. I feel like I canât be myself anymore no matter how hard I try. Itâs stressing me out.â Katsuki was breathing a bit harder now and felt his palms get a little warm. âThey have a leash on me that I keep getting wrapped around and tangling it up even more. I canât get out of it. Ever.â
He took in a deep breath and without thinking, âI wish I went with you. Just not down that pathâŠâ Katsuki could never take that path but he canât let go of Shoto. âSorry. You didnât need to hear any of that. That wasâŠpersonal.â
âNo. Itâs alright.â He was quiet for a moment. He tried to think for a moment. He remembered his father venting about some hero who had passed the provisional license exam without being enrolled in any hero school, but he didnât remember how he had managed to do it. âActually⊠There is a way to be a hero without going through Hero schools like U.AâŠ. It was something that pissed my father offâŠâ
He sat up and went over to his computer and booted it up. Maybe he could have Katsuki here with him⊠Maybe that was a selfish thought, and he didnât know why he wanted that, but he did. âHold on, Iâm looking through some old filesâŠâ After about five or six minutes, he found what he was looking for. Reading off a few lines, he sat back in his chair and let out a small sigh. âSo you really donât /have/ to go to U.A. or a school to be a hero, it just makes it a little easier.â
He was so tempted to just say something like âCome live with me. Iâve got an extra roomâ but, he doubted that he would want to room with a villain. Especially one who was as wanted as he was since it would ruin his entire career if the press or literally anyone found out. So, instead, he kept his mouth shut and let Katsuki think it all over.
Katsuki quickly sat up at the information. He never heard of something like that. Why was that? There were ways to get a license without going to school. Without being held down. ButâŠhe wouldnât be able to stay here anymore. The villains are still following them. Would this put him at risk? There was so many questions running through his mind.Â
He felt his heart race. âShotoâŠWhat ifâŠâ It was a ridiculous thought. If he didnât want a life like this but he canât follow a villains path. Maybe he could takeâŠnoâŠthat felt like cheating. He may have a temper and want to do things quicker, but cheating was never something he would do. He sighedâŠthere wasâŠsomething else. âWhat if there is another path I could take. But, itâs risky and dangerous for me if I do take it. I would have no where to go if I decided to to becomeâŠa vigilante.â
Shoto couldnât help but wonder if maybe Katsuki had a second quirk that was like, mind-reading or something.âA vigilante, huh?â He smiled softly as he thought about Katsuki becoming a vigilante. Sure, he could be a hero, but he wouldnât get nearly as much money from doing it and if he were to want to be a top hero he would have to go through the legal actions of getting registered and such but... âIf you want to be a vigilante, then I say do it.âÂ
âI wouldnât say you have nowhere to go.â he glanced at his door. His apartment had 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, and a living room, and Shoto really only used his bedroom and the bathroom. Biting his lip gently, he spoke softly. âIf you wouldnât mind... I have an extra room in my apartment.â He didnât want to bring up what it could mean if he was caught living with a villain or what it would mean about this weird friendship or whatever it was. But for some reason the villain found himself hoping that Katsuki agreed and came to live with him,
