Cosmic Attraction

“Hey hey! Cups up, cheers to another blowout win fellas!” Kaminari cheers loudly at the table. The boys, the ones Katsuki will allow next to him, roar with excitement, cheersing their cups together and drinking to their latest game victory. 

Bakugou personally doesn’t think they have anything to be celebrating about. “Your ass was on the ground tonight more than the ball was dunce face. Stop drinking so damn much and you could stay upright.” He lectures, glaring at the other blonde who smiles and sheepishly rubs the back of his neck. 

“C’mon man, cut me some slack, the ground was slick tonight.” 

“Slick my ass.” He bites out. 

Kirishima carelessly tosses his arm around Bakugou’s shoulders, grinning at him with that stupid happy look on his face. “Save the lecture for the next practice bro! Tonight let’s just celebrate that we pulled out a manly victory and we’re another step closer to nationals!” They yell again, prompting Katsuki to send his eyes on a round trip in his head. 

The whole team is spread across the vicinity of McRuther’s, their usual go to spot after winning a game. It’s the same routine, they win, they drag him out to eat, they bribe the waitress for alcohol, get drunk and start going off about stupid shit, and he gets stuck dragging the one’s he cares about back home. Why does he keep putting himself through this? And why the hell are Deku and the half and half bastard here again? Team members or not, he doesn’t like them.

“Are you bro’s going to Mineta’s party this weekend?” Kaminari grins, “I heard there’s going to be strippers.”

“Mineta? Hosting a party? With strippers?” Kirishima frowns. “I mean you realize how crazy that sounds right?”

“What dude, it’s Mineta, it sounds very on brand.”

“No, I mean him having a party that anyone is going to go to. Especially chicks and strippers.” 

Just the sound of his name, Mineta, makes Bakugou frown. He’s a little purple haired runt that Bakugou would like to kick across the damn field. He’s like a pariah on campus, all he does is harass women and exploit his height to sneak sleazy up skirt photos. Nobody in their right mind would ever go to a party he’s hosting. Which is probably exactly why Kaminari sounds like he’s going. That will most certainly be a solo affair for him. 

“I heard your brother is throwing a party Todoroki, some off campus rager in an abandoned warehouse. It sounds legit.” It sounds like something that’s going to get raided by the drug enforcement team.

“You’re all invited of course. It’s obviously going to be better than Mineta’s party.” 

“I think I’ll pass. Uraraka wants me to help her with her new video post.” Deku declines. “She’s been training really hard and she’s eager to show off her new defense skills.” 

Deku’s girlfriend, round face or whatever her name was, posts a lot of self defense combat videos online. Chick got mugged freshman year and has seriously never let it go. She turned it into a platform on YouTube where she got kind of popular and is now just another one of those little internet people. 

“Bakubro? You’re coming right? Heard Setsuna’s going.” 

“And?” He scoffs. Setsuna can go to whatever party she pleases, he doesn’t give a shit. She’s just a side piece to a side piece as far as he’s concerned and her presence somewhere will never influence his desire to go somewhere. 

Furthermore, he fucking hates half and half’s older brother. The guy is a certified joke and a low life drug dealer. Todoroki claims his late collegiate start is because of childhood incident that had him out of the system for a while, but Katsuki is convinced he just kept flunking and their daddy paid the right people off. The only reason people even seem to gravitate to him is because he’s a few years older and they think if they hang out with him they’ll get free tattoos or whatever. He honestly doesn’t even know why this guy is wasting his time with this college thing anyways when all he does is skip, smoke, and plow everyone’s girlfriend. 

“You’re late Eiji, Bakugou doesn’t care about Setsuna anymore. Don’t you know he’s been hanging out with his little fangirl lately?” The blonde sniggers. 

If either of them had even half a brain cell they would know how stupid they sound right now, ouh-ing at him as if they just uncovered some big secret. “I’m gonna shove my foot up your ass you idiot. I already told you, it’s for a damn project.” 

“A project that sent you back to the dorm with cum stains on your pants? Yeah, okay buddy.” Fucking hell, now they’re really ouh-ing. He can feel his ears growing hot, Kaminari is getting tripped into concrete on their way out of here. 

Allow him to explain. What happened on the floor of that crazy loon’s dorm room was a sure fire mistake. How about you shove three fingers in a girl's mouth and see if it doesn’t make you hard? Three fingers? At that moment it didn’t matter how crazy she was, that’s impressive because none of these other chicks have done it. And before that she had been crawling around in her short little skirt and whispering all sensually to him. He had full access to her ass every time she turned around and leaned over and of course the skimpy pink lace thong didn’t shield anything. She’d done it on purpose, trying to pander his biological weakness. Cheater. 

But it won’t happen again. “So I got off, fucking sue me, doesn’t mean shit and it ain’t happening again.” He was a shameful weak man and he will not be caught lacking by her again. 

“If it were me,” Kaminari starts, “I would do her. I heard she's genuinely crazy and writes weird fanfics about that show ‘Love Madness’ but I also heard crazy chicks are great in bed. Not like she’s a bad looker or anything either.” 

“I heard you’re not supposed to stick your dick in crazy.” Todoroki counters.

“Denki...do you watch that show.”

He snorts, “no!”

”So you read her stories then? Is that how you know what she writes?” Kirishima smirks. Denki blanches a little and frowns. 

“Okay fine..it’s a good show, leave me alone.”

“Guys, maybe let’s not talk about Toga-chan like this?” Deku frowns. “I don’t think she’s crazy, she’s a really sweet girl.” Does he even know her? Does he ever pay attention to the shit that comes out of her mouth during lab? 

Whatever, if Deku is also insane, that’s not his problem and he’s completely fine with never talking about her again. Besides, it’s getting late and they’ve got an early morning practice tomorrow. It’s time to wrap up the stupid shenanigans and get these assholes out of here before they get too deep. 

It’s drizzling in the morning. The sun is hidden by clouds and the air is hot and muggy. It feels like it would’ve been a perfect day to work on that project and if it keeps raining then he can. But right now his mind is focused on the ball he’s dribbling between his cleats. Like everything else in his life, football is a natural talent for Bakugou. He’s been playing since he was old enough to walk.

It started out as just a fun way to kick balls into people’s faces and laugh about it but over time, and several anger management courses, it became something he genuinely liked because it’s fun and he’s passionate about it. He trains hard and constantly pushes his body to the limits to make sure that he is the best and that he’s always giving a good game because football has always given him its best. 

It’s the only reason he even came to this school in the first place, because they have such an elite and promising football team. By the time he graduates, he’ll be ready to go pro and play on the tv screens of everyone in the country, worldwide where he’ll show them all just how good he is. 

He’s played every position in his lifetime, but on this college team his aggressive and competitive nature is seen best fit as the attacking midfielder. It’s his job to steal the ball from the opposition, protect the ball and create scoring opportunities for his team, most of which he prefers to do himself because let’s face it, he can’t trust these idiots. Regardless of whatever position he’s in, him being in it makes it absolutely paramount to success. 

Their team is running drills, playing against each other. He’s got the ball, carrying it downfield with half and half and dunce face flanking his sides, trying to worm the ball away from him. They’re not gonna get it so easily. Kirishima is doing a blind run on the side ready to receive his pass so he breaks away from these two morons and sends the ball across the field to one of the only people he’s comfortable passing to. 

The redhead carries the ball down and chip shots over Deku’s head and right into the net. He really hates Deku, but he can admit, in his head, that the guy is pretty skilled when it comes to kicking the ball clear out of their goal, all the way down the field and into the opponents goal. There’s hardly anything you can do when the ball is flying through the air except get as wide open as possible in hopes that he falls short. 

He does, but just barely. The wet ground is probably to thank for that. He’s got the ball back, pushing it right back towards Deku. His leg snaps back and kicks the ball forward just as Kaminari slips in to try and steal it. He misses the ball, but what he does catch is Bakugou’s left ankle. 

The first thing he thinks when the back of his jersey hits mud and kicked up dirt is that he’s going to bury that son of a bitch. How many times has he laid into that douche about sliding into his own teammates? Save that shit for the people they’re trying to beat. 

Their coach blows the whistle calling for a halt in their practice and starts to jog himself over. “My bad dude, it was an accident.” Kaminari apologizes offering his hand for help. It’s rejected. He can do it himself and that’s when he notices the second thing. This thing kinda hurts. 

“Bakugou, are you gonna be able to walk it off?” His coach asks. Of course he will. 

“I’m fine.” He declares, steadily applying pressure to his ankle. He has to be fine. This is his everything. 

“Kacchan, maybe you should go to the infirmary, let them check your ankle out just to be safe. You went down really hard.” 

“I’ll take you!” Kaminari offers, giving him such pathetic sad eyes. 

“I said I’m fine .” He growls. The coach stares at him for a few seconds before relenting. He decides to let him keep going, blowing the whistle so their practice can resume. 

Walking on his ankle stings, but he figures it won’t be that way for long. He just needs to play on it, run off the pain and he does. The ball gets passed to him and he pulls it into his control. Everything is fine...until he pops and crashes.

There are some things in life that you never imagine happening to you. What Katsuki never imagined was having a second degree sprain to his ankle and being benched for a month. He, Bakugou fucking Katsuki, is going to be on crutches with a splint around his ankle. He has to relax , take things easy or he won’t recover as soon as he should. Bullshit. So much fucking bullshit. 

He can’t even be as mad at Kaminari as he wants to be because there’s just something a blubbering apology that just makes it seem not worth it. Tears leaking from his eyes, snot running down his nose like some child. He’s already sworn at least a hundred times to make it up to him. Promising to do literally anything and everything he needs or wants him to. Right now he needs him to get out of his face. 

He wants to be alone right now so he can brood in silence. “Alright I guess.” The other blonde sniffles. “I’m just down the hall man, call me if you need anything? Please?” 

Bakugou’s eyes roll, “just go would you? And stop beating yourself up, that’s my job after I finish recovering.” 

Kaminari pouts and sighs, dragging his slouching form out of Bakugou’s room. Kirishima pats him on the back on his way out and then looks at Bakugou with pursed lips. 

“You know it really was an accident right? He’s seriously sorry.” 

“I’m gonna give you a list of things I don’t wanna do right now. Thing one, talk about this stupid injury. Done.” 

His roommate chuckles and he declares that he must get ready for class. Speaking of class, Bakugou has his own classes to tend to. The physician told him to take today and the weekend off to just elevate and ice his ankle, but fuck that. He isn’t handicapped and he can still make it to the remainder of his classes today. 

He slips into his hoodie and shoes, shrugging on his backpack and grabbing those damned crutches. Kirishima tries to stop him on his way out because he’s supposed to rest the first three days, but he’s already gone through the trouble of getting his shoe on over that damned splint. His professors are going to see his mug today. 

It’s Friday and he missed the lecture, but he’s there for the lab and so is Himiko. She barely gives him time to hobble through the door before she’s running across the room to get to him. ‘Kill me now.’ He thinks with an outward groan. 

She’s gasping with her hands pressed against those stupidly red cheeks of hers. “My precious baby!! Deku-kun said you got hurt, I was so worried! All I could think was that you got hit by a truck or something!” 

He scowls at her, what the fuck? That’s the first conclusion she jumped to after hearing he got hurt? On the practice field? “Would you get away from me, I’m fine.” 

“You are and I’m so happy.” She sighs dreamily. “We should hug to celebrate.”

“We should not.” He starts moving around her towards this shitty ass table he got stuck at. Himiko pulls out his chair for him and he has such a strong urge to be petty and just stand for the rest of the class, but these crutches are very uncomfortable under his arms, so he sits. 

“Kacchan I explicitly told her you suffered an ankle injury during practice, I don’t know where she got this bus thing from.” Deku tells him. 

That irrelevant idiot at their table asks him if he’s feeling okay and Bakugou stares at him incredulously. How dare he talk to him, he knows they’re not friends. “Bakubaby are you feeling okay?” Himiko asks then, her hands massaging his shoulders. 

“Sit down, Toga. And stop touching me.” 

“Okay okay, I’ll only touch you in private.” She giggles crazily. Oh god this class is gonna be torture. 

When they’re dismissed, Himiko grabs his bag before he can and walks off with it, leaving him with no real option than to follow her. She’s apparently going to help him get to his next class and worse yet, she’s just declared herself his official nurse. He’ll have to let shitty hair know that she is by no means allowed into their room. 

By the time his next class finishes his shoe is starting to feel incredibly uncomfortable on his left foot. He just knows that if he looked at it it would be more swollen than it already is. He doesn’t like admitting when other people are right though so he’s powering through it. He’s hungry and the cafe is open, apparently they’re serving spaghetti today so that’s where he’s heading to, where they’re heading to. 

“So you left your class early just to come get me?” 

Himiko shrugs, placing his plate in front of him at the exclusive table she’s picked out. “It was only a few minutes early, no skin off my bones. Besides, I would do anything for you.” 

Todoroki was right, this is why you don’t stick your dick in crazy...and he hasn’t even slept with her. “You have to stop saying stuff like that.” 

“Why? I’m a very kind and compassionate person, Bakugou. I would tell my friends the same thing. Matter of fact, I say it already.” 

“They’re your friends though.” He tells her. She looks at him with a puzzled expression and he licks his lips. “You and I?” He starts, motioning between them. “We’re not friends. We’re classmates.” 

“But we’re eating lunch together?” 

“Because you made me sit here by holding my bag and my food hostage.”

Himiko presses a knuckle to her mouth and narrows her feline eyes at him, humming doubtfully. “Your fingers were in my mouth and you humped me.” 

His eyes widen and he hisses at her. Bakugou leans into the table, beckoning her closer so she can hear him loud and clear. “ You seduced me. I would’ve never done that otherwise. What don’t you understand about that?” 

“I understand that I seduced you...you could’ve told me to fuck off. I would’ve stopped.” 

“Would you?” He snaps. “You’re so fucking convoluted I’m not sure you’d even know what stop means.” 

Before this moment he didn’t think Toga knew any other emotions than happy, he figured her face was naturally programmed to only exhibit jubilant and occasionally confused emotions. But the one she bears right now is just blank, completely devoid of all that giddy amusement. He snorts through his nostrils quite pleased with himself for finally wiping that grin off her face.

She turns away from him and reaches out for her glass, splashing it in his face. It’s cold, it’s soda so his eyes are burning. Shit shit shit, another reason why you don’t piss off crazy. He considers himself lucky she didn’t grab the knife on the table instead. And as if the soda wasn’t enough the stupid maniac flips his plate in his lap and kicks his crutches away from him. “You’re fucking insane!” He shouts heatedly, hobbling up on his good foot. “You got a death wish or something?!” 

“I wish you would treat me nicer!” She shouts back. “You shouldn't say such mean and awful things about your friends Bakugou! I’m leaving, you can come and apologize to me when you stop being an ass!” 

Apolo-apologize to her? “I’ll apologize to you when hell freezes over!” He shouts at her retreating back. He huffs, his fists are shaking with anger. That brazen little cunt. Someone touches his shoulder and he jerks away, he doesn’t need some random to check on him. Like he said, he’s fine. He didn’t want her goddamn help anyways. He snatches his crutches away from an innocent aid and grips the strap of his bag between his teeth. See, he’s got this shit handled?

She must be out of her fucking mind, completely off this planet. Who does she think she is? Nobody walks away from him like that, after disrespecting him? He laughs almost maniacally through gritted teeth. He’ll show her. She thinks she’s got some control, some kind of upper hand against him? Ha, Bakugou Katsuki is a certified genius. Two can play her stupid games but there will only be one winner, him . 

Toga Himiko has invaded his life, shoved her way into his comfort zones, and has consistently tried shoving her ridiculous affections down his throat. She wants him, she’s got him. He’ll play his own game while making her think he’s submitting to hers. And by the end of it all, she will never fuck with him again. Years of anger management have just flown right out the window.