DREAM LANTERN || Katsuki Bakugo

31- Not A Duck

Akira

"Katsuki! My legs hurt. I cant no more!"

"One more round, dumbass. I'm not done yet!"

"Katsu... please!?"

Bakugo groaned and looked back at me, jogging in place, waiting for me to catch up. We were on our 20th round of jogging at the park, but Katsuki insisted he wanted to run some more. I half dragged myself to Bakugo, who had an irritated look on his face as he waited for me.

"Why are we just running around like idiots?? I wanna do something more fun!" I stopped in my tracks and wailed like a child that hadn't gotten her favourite toy.

"Dumbass, we're here to fucking train! Not have fun! Don't forget we have fucking practical exams too." Bakugo yelled.

Interesting word choice, babe.

"Can't we take a break?!"

Bakugo pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed audibly. He walked towards me and pulled me in a hug. "Do you know why I'm fucking doing this?

"Because you want to torture my legs and lungs? And don't hug me when im all sticky and sweaty!" I said, pulling away from the hug.

"Exactly."

"Huh?!"

"Use that damn brain of yours," Bakugo said, putting an index on my forehead. "Your lame-ass quirk revolves around your breathing. Secondly, your lame-ass fighting style consists mostly of kicks."

I looked up at Bakugo with his finger still on my forehead. I felt a string in my heart pull. I averted my eyes and slapped his hand away.

"Don't fucking think I'm doing this just for you!" Katsuki yelled. "I'm benefitting from this too!"

"Sure!" I said in a sing-song tone. "But that doesn't change the fact I hate doing this."

"Hah?! Get your legs moving, short ass. We're doing another rou-" Bakugo was cut off by a familiar cheery voice. I glanced over my shoulder to see Izuku jogging towards us in his green tracksuit.

"Izuku!" I waved, running towards him.

"You're fucking running now?!" Bakugo roared. "Get the fuck away, shitty Deku!"

"Good morning, Akira chan, Kacchan!" He greeted, disregarding Bakugo's hostile behaviour. "You're jogging too?"

"Yeah, well, you see, Katsuki here decided to torture me and is forcing me to join him in his trillionth round of jogging," I said dramatically, shrugging my shoulders. Midoriya was going to say something when Bakugo grabbed my arm.

"Let me go!" I yelled.

"Hurry the fuck up! We're sparring after this!" Bakugo said through gritted teeth.

"Sparring?!" Midoriya's eyes lit up. "Can I join?!"

"WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU CAN JOIN US?!" Bakugo yelled, squeezing my arm tighter.

"Katsuki, my arm!"

"Oh-" Bakugo let me go, looking down at me with worried crimson eyes. I scoffed internally and turned towards Midoriya.

"Yes, you can." I smiled.

"NO, HE CAN'T!" Bakugo yelled. "WHY IS THAT TWAT COMING ALONG?!"

I gave Bakugo a hurt look, which he overlooked. Would it hurt him to be nice to Midoriya for once in his lifetime?

"He can spar with me," I said.

"No, you're sparring with me! That damn nerd can go spar some trees."

"Um... I'll just be on my way, I guess," Midroya said and started jogging away. I grabbed his shoulder, pulling him to a halt.