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You nerds don't realize how lucky you were that I got sidelined in a cocoon during that tournament. Any of you who were in the Unarmed Combat Division are feeling like you didn't get enough? Let me know cause I'm itching to kick some asses into the dirt... especially the winner's. That was MY fucking title.

[Locked from Ochako]

On the subject of HER, listen up.

I'm looking to throw her a thing. A party, or whatever. She's gotten screwed outta her birthday between the last shithole world we came from and here, and I know how much it's gotten on her nerves every time another one of our birthdays rolls around. Since time is a fat ass lie and no one can stop me, I'm taking the initiative and aging her up. 27th of this month, still figuring out the place. Will update once I know where it'll be.

Besides the birthday crap, anyone who knows her knows that she deserves something fucking nice for everything that she does for other people.

If you're friends of Ochako Uraraka, you'd better be there. Unless you wanna get your ass blown to pieces.

And say so, so I can get a damn headcount for food and shit.

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Good. That means you can't say no when I ask.

You do? I can't say that isn't on par. What's the matter? Does your contrastive classmate have the braincell today?

Oh yeah? You gonna fucking ask?

[Probably shouldn't engage in this. Really probably shouldn't. His friends would be so upset that he is. AND HE MIGHT DO THE SMART THING AND NOT. But he can entertain it for a second at the very least... he's got two big ass scars that say so.]

If you're just here trying to fish for a reaction again, fuck off. I've got better shit to do.

[He won't hesitate to leave your wrinkly prune ass on read, asshole.]

When I need a warm up for something better, maybe.

I'm not invited, but I want to send something for her and asking where is going to get me nowhere. I could brute force it, but that's not going to work either. Tell me where to leave it when you figure out where. On your terms, not mine.

[Fuck first part of this conversation- he wants to WHAT?!]

First off, the fuck makes you think she'd want anything from you?
Second, why the fuck are YOU trying to give her shit in the first place?

What of any of that is your business? Are you her keeper? Either you'll help me or I can find someone or some way else.

Did you actually think I'd just fucking AGREE to something like that without asking any questions? You're fucking stupid if you thought that'd work.

No, I ain't her keeper. But I give a shit about her and her well being. YOU trying to do whatever the FUCK it is you're doing isn't something I'm gonna just write off. You made it my business when you pitched it in the first place, asshole.

Tell me first, would you believe anything I said to begin with?

I'm not gonna feed you a line of bullshit and give you guarantees. I have no way of knowing that until you say whatever it is you're gonna say.

It's gonna take a level of trust for me to even consider going and picking up anything you've dropped off, let alone giving it to my best friend. My first thought is to tell you to go fuck yourself right out the gate, but I'm not. So it's your turn.

Try me, or fucking forget it. And don't think I won't blow the fucking lid on it, even if it means fucking up everything else. Her safety comes first.

You shouldn't tell people who your best friends are.

[Which isn't even a threat, it's something he's probably telling himself.]

She did something for me, I'm returning the favour. I don't like unpaid debt. Nothing more and I can give it to you early if you want to run it through whoever to check it over. I already have in mind what to give her.

Don't like it? I'll hold on to it and give it to her myself when I can. There's a reason I answered here instead of doing that myself.

[Yeah that sounds like a threat where he stands.

Katsuki really hates this. Every fucking PART of it. But he actually DOES have some people that could look whatever the fuck it is over before Ochako ever goes near it...

And the idea of Shigarako giving it to her himself is even fucking worse than Katsuki playing middle man. If something DID happen to her, all because he didnt play fucking ball with this asshole...

He'd never fucking forgive himself.

About ten minutes later of really fucking chewing on this, there's finally a response.]

Sanguine Graveyard. Tell me when, and where you stash it.

[Everything does when it comes from this man, to be fair. He's waiting to see if he has to do it himself or if he has at least cooperation from the smarter of all the boys he's run in to so far. Which, to him, isn't saying much, but it's the truth.]

Two days. Around noon at the tallest of the gravestones. If there's less light that day, then the next day where the light is the brightest. So you can see and not shit your pants. I'll make sure you can see me when I walk up, put it down and walk away. It will be in numbered pieces. If you break it, I'll repay every crack in your bones.

[F r i e n d s.]

In every place it's been the same gift. It won't ever not be the same gift. There may not be a stand, but there's things that may be used around everywhere. That part of it isn't him. Even if here is a little off. Here it will likely be more creepy than anything else, but it's more for him than her in the long run.

True to word, he's holding a box under his arm, his other hand in the air with black gloves over both hands. The gloves wouldn't really do anything, but the point is there. If he were there to fight he wouldn't bother with them. As promised, he places it down before looking around. He could use search. But what's the point? He's there to drop off a box and leave. Both his hands are up until he's out of the graveyard, then they're in his pockets after shedding the gloves and off he goes. A promise is a promise.

This is exactly what he does. The numbered pieces are Bakugo's to do with as he wants, now. Here's hoping it's honour the exchange.

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