this particular fact is discovered when katsuki stalks into class one morning and almost bulldozes right over a fidgeting eri. "/fuck/," he grunts eloquently. "watch it, brat." eri chews her lip anxiously, eyes wide and tiny hands clasped behind her back.

"sorry," she tells him earnestly. and then, carefully, "i made you something, kacchan." katsuki scowls. izuku isn't even in the classroom yet but he knows the nerd is probably somewhere being fucking smug that eri latched onto that stupid childish nickname. he just /knows/ it.

"hm," he mutters instead of vocalising this complaint. "hell's that supposed to mean?" eri rocks back on the heels of her feet, pursing her lips. at their side, the students that have already arrived to class are watching them like they're a particularly riveting tennis match.

katsuki and eri's interactions up until now have mostly consisted of eri watching him with big eyes that shine with a second-hand adoration which she seems to have borrowed from izuku, and katsuki avoiding her like the plague lest he accidentally squish her and earn aizawa's ire.

carefully, eri brings out her hand from behind her back, dramatically revealing a— a candy apple? katsuki blinks. at his silence, eri shuffles her feet anxiously. "for you," she says, holding it towards him. katsuki blinks again, tilting his head down to appraise the sweet.

it's messily constructed, with the chocolate coating uneven and smudged in some spots. the plastic seems to have been wrapped around it before it had the chance to dry fully, leaving creases in the now-solid coating.

it's definitely... well. most would call it charming. (katsuki would call it fucking ugly.)

"you sure you don't want to give this to... deku?" he coughs, clearly physically struggling to refrain from being a dick. eri looks crestfallen. "but i made it for /you/..." she says sadly, seeming to droop with her entire body. "ah," katsuki says. "shit. okay."

he tilts his head further, staring at the apple with an unreadable expression. "you put... nutella on it." it's more a statement than a question, but eri nods vigorously anyways. "deku-kun said you're probably sick of caramel 'cause of your quirk so i made it special for you!"

at this, katsuki's frown twists into a grimace—the ugly kind that he wears when he's feeling Emotions with a capital E and has no idea how to rid himself of them. "okay," he says blankly. "that's... definitely a thought process."

under the careful, anticipatory eyes of his classmates and one nervous girl, he reaches forward to take the candy apple from her. the plastic is peeled with inscrutable care. then, after a pregnant pause, katsuki lifts the candy apple to his mouth and takes a bite out of it.

along with his classmates, eri watches with bated breath, seeming to stand on her tip-toes as she awaits his verdict. katsuki chews slowly, face still expressionless, before swallowing thickly. "hm," he says finally, voice rough. "it's—not terrible."

at this, his peers relax and eri blinks. "congratulations, eri!" hanta cheers from where he's been lounging on kyouka's desk to watch the exchange. "from our bakugou, that's really high praise!" the girl looks painfully confused, but relief tinges her eyes nonetheless.

"oh," she murmurs, letting out a long breath. "that—that's good! i'm glad!" slowly, a smile begins to creep onto her face as she processes this information. "high praise," she whispers to herself. "i did well, then..." several students nearby visibly melt at the sight.

katsuki doesn't speak, still standing blankly with the candy apple in his hand. "thank you, kacchan!" eri cries, now beaming. "i'm really glad you liked it! i'm gonna go tell mister aizawa!" he grunts in response, watching as she bounds past him and out of the classroom.

"wow," hanta says in her wake. "who would've thought that even the great/bakugou katsuki/ would turn soft for eri! not that i can blame y—" "shit," katsuki mutters quietly, cutting him off in his tracks. "is something wrong, bakugou-kun?" ochako asks curiously.

the blonde curses again under his breath with a dull sort of irritation. "i need—" he murmurs. "damn it." after a pause, he sighs and casts a look of deep resignation upon the candy apple in his grip.

no one speaks for a long moment. then, izuku walks through the doorway. "deku," katsuki says slowly. the green-haired boy freezes in his tracks and does his best not to squeak in alarm, failing miserably at it. "yes kacchan?"

another sigh slips past katsuki's lips. "need the thing," he mutters, brow furrowing. izuku blinks, and katsuki makes a vague gesture in his direction without looking up. the younger boy seems to understand it just fine, though, with the way his expression lights up. "the—oh!"

he straightens, dropping his books to root around in his back hastily. "did something ha—" "shut up, deku." "sorry kacchan!" izuku finally makes a triumphant noise, holding out a small cylindrical object.

"what is th—" tenya begins. he cuts himself off when katsuki takes the item from izuku's hand and proceeds to jab it against his own thigh with a forcefulness that has the onlookers flinching. the blonde curses again under his breath, and izuku makes a quiet, sympathetic sound.

then, without a single word, he pulls the tube out of his thigh and stomps out of the room. then the class explodes into noise. "what the actual f—" "was that an /epipen/?!" "yo, what the hell just—"

izuku pouts, staring at the door where the blonde has just disappeared. "weird," he murmurs quietly, earning the attention of his bemused classmates. "kacchan's normally really careful about avoiding nuts. he /knows/ how severe his allergy is."

the room falls pin-drop silent instantly. izuku, oblivious, turns and follows in the direction katsuki had left, still mumbling to himself. the class is left speechless. "so bakugou just knowingly—" tenya says, voice cracking. "yeah," hanta replies weakly. "good lord."

the students sit in vaguely disturbed silence as eri trails in behind aizawa a few minutes later, innocently rambling about the success of her gift. that girl holds a /little/ too much power for comfort.

— end ! lmao this was meant to be a stupid spontaneous little drabble but it got away from me

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@wonhaebunny HE IS SUCH A LOSER I LOVE HIM SO MUCH,,,, he's gonna spend sm money on epipens tho bc eris boutta think he loves nuts n nutella oof

@wonhaebunny this is the cutest thing ive ever read in my life im going to start sobbing