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cupid arrows and devil thorns..

By kenji240 

Chapter One - Matthew 5:48

Katsuki Bakugo.

The best of the best.

A student you cannot walk past without feeling an explicit envy in your lower stomach, gurgling in hunger, because goddamnit Katsuki- 

He was just simply a Bakugo.

Perfect grades, never once a fail. He was studying literature and fashion. He was a model– who modelled pieces more expensive than a student’s loan after 2 years of college. He was  fairly rich, he had a ‘put-together’ family who were connected within the community. He was religious, a devout Christian by prospect. Wearing a silver cross chain around his neck. 

Katsuki Bakugo, was an angel. 

A man of God. A man of perfection. 

“You disgust me to my fucking core,” She muttered plainly which felt more aggressive than screaming somehow. “Looking like a damned-”

He sighed, jaw twitching under a bulldoze of pressure. Built brick by brick- stone by stone, from the woman in front of him. Her eyes traveled up and down him as if he was dressed like a clown with chalky white paint and a bright red nose that honks if you squeeze it.

“Like what Mom.” He asked, more like a statement than a question.

“You know exactly what you look like. Go change.” She replied in a snap, already turning away with a decision he wasn’t worth a moment more of her anger.

“Right..” He muttered, pushing past her to reach the stairs which- in response, got another 20 insults all gravely deriving from ‘faggot’ to ‘child of satan’. 

He was Katsuki Bakugo.

The closeted gay boy, stuck in his room all day, maybe reading too many book, maybe listening to too much music, maybe watching way too many shows which perhaps lead to the ending of extreme dark depression with no real satisfaction. Maybe he was a little aggressive with anger issues to the point where he has no friends. Maybe he is also a hopeless fucking romantic.

He was wearing baggy jeans with a tight tank top- studded belt and a jacket that was maybe three sizes bigger than himself, tied around his neck. Silver chains dripping off him. 

Katsuki didn’t really see the ‘fag’ part of the outfit. It looked pretty normal. Considering he had a literal skirt in his closet that he stole from his cousin, which- he never wore. He just has it. He isn’t a femboy. Not saying skirts are inherently feminine, rather, Katsuki lowkey- just doesn't find a skirt flattering on him.

Again, this doesn’t mean he wears skirts. Or ever tried one on…

(Just hoping you understand that.)

His mother called him again. 

Asking another useless, bitchy, nitpicking question. Needling him about the fact that he hadn’t attended church the day before. Which Katsuki kindly responded with- in his head. 

“Fuck you bitch I don’t believe that bullshit go away”

But in reality he simply replied

“I had to study.”

If studying meant laying in his room reading a fanfiction of a doomed lesbian relationship.

It had become a pattern at this point. He did something she didn’t approve of, he’d burn in hell for the rest of his damned life by the wrath of Jesus Christ himself. 

Not to offend Christians, 

But how the fuck is reading doomed yuri a sin. I mean seriously, they don’t even get together- or fuck. It’s the cleanest kind of fanfiction you can ever possibly find.

Anyways, 

Katsuki was on his back. Thumb lazily crossing through insta. Finding more and more stories. Same narrative. Bunch of losers 18 to 20 year olds doing dumb shit together and posting it online. The type of thing that you could look back at 10 years from now and say. ‘That was the peak of my life.’ 

He wasn’t jealous. 

He’d tell himself as he glared directly at the screen with hot liquid steaming on his irises. 

He also told himself he wasn’t upset. Or crying uselessly at seeing instagram stories of all things.

Yet. 

Being a demon and a college boy at the same time was both, silmultaneously, a blessing as well as a fucking curse

Midoriya had experience in both fields. 

Sports studies and biochem. Two random subjects which weren’t exactly connected but still somewhat interesting. He was a part of the college soccer team, filled with frat-boy himbos that clearly got hit on the head so many times that 4+4, in their minds, equaled getting a blow job.

He didn’t mind though. That was the thing. 

If he hadn’t made it clear before, he was a demon. Not satan- not the biblical satan. More like a jin of some sorts. A being from hell- a species of sorts. Born in hell. Banished from hell. To Earth.

It was a long story, but the main idea is that he bites for food and being a hot soccer player in college campus lets you fuck around. And fucking around usually leads to biting. Therefore- you know what i’m about to say, he gets his food. 

“Yo, Izuku pass the damn ball!” A guy yelled, where Izuku was dribbling around the cones. He groaned a little before kicking the ball behind him to pass. 

His ‘food’, in this sense, was human emotion. 

It was delicious to say the least. His favourite cuisine. 18 to 21 year olds especially have this specific taste, so many emotions flowing all at the same time, from arousal to anxiety to frustration and fear. 

 It was fine. He was okay with Earth. 

He could handle this.

Four days later, 

It was a Monday, he had a long period preparing for a mid-term. A lot of writing and talking and socializing with people that clearly weren’t interested in what he had to say. It wasn’t fun.

His shoulders were dropped and his fists were tight around the blotty pen he found at the bottom of his bag since he lost all the other ones. Airpods humming loudly in his ear.

“I think-”

He was interrupted by Yui who flicked a pen lid across the table to the guy in front of her. Who just grinned and flicked it back. The guy was clearly not in this class. He looked like a sports major. A little dumb, a guy who fucks around. Freckles, messy green hair and hands. 

He had pretty nice hands.

Katsuki just sighed and gave up on trying this ‘group revision’ idea. Yui was clearly using it as an excuse to hop on this guy’s dick. And the rest were just on their phones giggling.

Fuck it.

Yui stood up a moment later, muttering about how she needed the restroom, for Katsuki to save her seat and make sure no asshole takes it. Katsuki makes a noise of agreement before throwing a jacket over the creaky wooden chair. 

Yui wasn’t exactly a friend of his. They weren’t close. It was a cousin's type of thing. Distant but they still knew each other in some way

“So,” The boy began, fiddling around with the pen lid. “What’s your name?” 

Katsuki blinked. Like this was something to hesitate about. A hot guy skipping a class to be in his class to get his cousin in bed is asking him what his name was. 

“Uhm.”

“Your name is uhm?” Izuku asked like he was confirming a very realistic statement. “That’s pretty interesting, kinda Korean right. At first I thought you were Japanese but I’m sure that’s like Korean for strict, right?”

“No.” Bakugo useless responded. His ears were a little pink and he was fidgeting with the silver ring on his finger.

“Huh?”

“My name is Katsuki- I just didn’t realise you were speaking to me.”

“Ahh so you are Japanese, see, my instincts are actually spectacular.

Katsuki smiled. Rolling his eyes.

“What’s your name then, mr. amazing japanese detector?

Izuku laughed, flicking the pen lid yet sadly it fell off the table. Landing softly onto the floor. It honestly felt like somehow they met before. That they were alone in this room, although they weren’t and were in fact sitting next to 4 other students, all with airpods in and eyes concentrated onto the white screens they were holding inches away from their face.

“Izuku. Izuku Midoriya.”