hearts that burn

snorlaxlovesme:

did someone order a Super Sappy Kacchako fic, with a side of douchey Endeavor? bc boy do I have the fic for you!!

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The fight ends almost as quickly as it began.

The villain crashes to the ground, only managing to take out
an entire four-way intersection, streetlights and all. There’s glass and metal
and live wires sparking everywhere, along with Endeavor standing in the middle
of an impressive crater, the villain lying unconscious beneath the pro hero’s
gigantic boot.

“See, Young Bakugo? No help required.”

He hates that
Endeavor still calls him that. He’s 21 for fuck’s sake. The fact that pro heroes
still feel the need to treat him like a child is laughable, especially when
Endeavor actually did need his help.
The controlled explosions that Bakugo let off kept the villain heading in the
right direction for Endeavor to messily intercept him. Bakugo lets out a
scornful “tch” as he surveys the damage of the intersection, as well as the
flames roaring from the nearby building that the villain initially attacked.
Aizawa-sensei would have flunked the hell out of Endeavor if he was in Eraser’s
class. This much damage should be a crime in and of itself.

Bakugo can’t help but wonder how the rest of the fight is
going. This villain had comrades at other locations in the city. Two other hero
agencies had already been dispatched to take care of them, but no one has
radioed with a confirmed take-down yet. He heard that Uraraka was with them,
following Gunhead into the fray to probably help with rescues. Bakugo hasn’t
seen her since yesterday, when she left his apartment for night patrol with
Gunhead’s agency. Her curry is still sitting on his kitchen counter, half
eaten.

He watches as the police and medics rush in to intercept the
villain still held captive under Endeavor’s heavy boot. Bakugo’s mouth sets
into a hard line as he watches them cart the villain away. He should be happy,
they took the villain down, but the smarmy look on Endeavor’s face has Bakugo’s
hands clenching into fists. Endeavor is an adult,
he shouldn’t look so much like the cat that got the cream for taking down one
villain before a rookie could. When Bakugo starts to smell nitroglycerin again he
squeezes his eyes shut. He won’t let his blood boil for something this stupid.

A familiar shout from down the road has him looking up. Amongst
the roaring flames of the burning building and the civilians screaming, Uraraka’s
voice rises above the noise.

“Bakugo!”

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