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No One Will Ever Believe You

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Sato stares blankly into the fryer. 




 "Ew! Do you have cavities?" 


 "Oi big lips." 


 "You look weird."


 "Hey extra!" 


 "You can't be a hero with diabetes!" 


  A hand reached over and flipped the skewers. "You're gonna burn the food dammit! You can't space out while cooking!" 


 Sato blinked, looking up as Bakugou shoved him away, finishing the Yakitori. 




 "Don't fucking apologize to me." Bakugou snarled, glaring at the unofficial Baker of 1A. "I know that look." 


 Sato was apparently taken aback from this. "W-what? What look?" 


 Bakugou's eyes softened briefly. 


 "I've grown up with Deku, it's obvious dumbass." He muttered, looking back to the dish. "You were bullied, right?" 


 Sato fell silent.


  "Oh my god! What happened?! Ew! Get away!" 




 "Shut up!" 


 Sato looks down, spinning on his heel and running upstairs. His feet pounds against the tiles, echoing across the empty hallway. His toes jam against his heel, throwing his balance off. He falls to the floor, slamming his chin into the floor. 


  "Ow!" He cries, tears rushing to his eyes. His chin stung immensely, reddening quickly.  He cradles his chin in his hand as he pushes himself up. As he stands up, he sways dangerously. 


 Sato slowly made his way to the bathroom as he bit his lip nervously. He pushes the door open while flicking on the light. His reflection stared back, almost mockingly. Guilt churned in his stomach, spreading around his insides like venom injected by a viper. 


 He winces as he removes his hand from his chin. Dark purple and red surround a swollen bump, blood dripping off his chin and off his hand. 


  “I knew it.” A voice half heartedly chuckled, disrupting his thought process. Sato blinked. Oh, right. He looked up and saw a familiar blond shuffling around the pantry. 


 “What are you doing?” He asked, gazing over the items removed. Bakugou stepped back, tilting his head up. His eyes moved over to Sato. 


 “Macarons.” He answered while slamming the cabinets shut. "You mentioned wanting to fuckin' make them before." 


 "Oh, I guess so." Sato mused, taking out a food processor from the bottom cabinet. "Hand me the powdered sugar and almond flour, will ya?" 


 Bakugou grunted but dropped the ingredients next to the bowl while shuffling through drawers. Sato gingerly added 1¾ of powdered sugar with]a cup of almond flour to the bowl. He was about to ask for the salt but Bakugou was already a step ahead. 


 He shuffled the salt around in the teaspoon, making it even before dumping it into the bowl. Sato grinned at Bakugou. 




 "I don't need your fucking thanks, extra." Bakugou retorted, moving the processor closer to him.


 Eventually, the two finished prepping the Macarons and were waiting for the oven to preheat. 


 "Hey Bakugou?" Sato asked quietly, checking the time. 11:37PM.




 "You mentioned growing up with Midoriya." 


 "So what if I grew up with the damn nerd? Got a problem with that?" Bakugou snapped back. 


 Sato missed the hurt briefly flashing on the other's face. 


 "No, of course not. You explained that as the reason why you could tell I was.." He trailed off. 




 A wave of realization washed over him.


 Izuku Midoriya had been bullied. 


 "That's not my place to tell you." Bakugou muttered, shoving the Macarons in the oven. Sato's eyes lingered on the floor as he started fidgeting in his place. Bakugou sighed loudly, catching Sato's attention.


 "Hey extra." 


 Sato hummed in response. 


 "" Bakugou grumbled. 




 "Urg! I said you were strong, dammit. Dont let it go to your fucking head!" 


 Sato froze. 


 "Also," the explosion controller added, slinging his bag over his shoulder, "no one will ever believe you." He smirked. 


 "Hey extras! Come get your fucking dinner!" 


 And then he left, leaving Sato with hundreds of questions swirling around his brain. 




 "That was odd.." He mused, taking a skewer. 


  Maybe, it won't be so bad.