in a sky full of stars
...Bakugo thinks he sees the goth bitch who works the night shift at the convenience store. ♪☆♫ ao3
(Bakugo is a bodyguard-cum-security-guard hired by the town mayor to protect the city. With the rising torrent of villainous events happening lately, he gets injured on a near-daily basis, stopping by the nearby convenience store for a box of plasters almost every night.
He has it bad enough as it is, but the goth bitch who works the night shift at the convenience store just has to keep making sarcastic remarks at him.)
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“That’ll be 200 yen,” says the cashier as she hands him the pack of bandages.
Bakugo drops the two coins on the counter, grabbing the packet as he turns to take a leave, but the cashier continues speaking before he does.
”And stop getting into fights,” She looks him straight in his face; kid’s got balls. “It’s bad for health.”
”The fuck?” Bakugo almost shouts; a few heads in the store turn to accost him. “The fuck are you, my mom?”
“10 yen extra for the plastic bag,” says the cashier to the next customer, no longer responding to Bakugo. “That’ll be 610 yen in total.”
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The next night, she’s there again.
“Bitch, it’s you again.” Bakugo grins; now he’s the customer and she has no excuse to ignore him. Such a bitch she really is - Bakugo thinks she even looks like some hooligan cult member, multiple piercings and black fingernail polish and all.
”That’ll be 200 yen,” is her deadpan response. “Plus 10 yen for the plastic bag, so 210 yen.”
”Fuck off, bitch,” is all he says before he leaves the store, store doorbell ringing in his wake.
He doesn’t even realise that he forgot to take the plastic bag he’d paid extra for.
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She’s there again the next night.
”What the fucking fuck are you, some fucking ghost fucking haunting this fuckin’ shop or somethin’?” Bakugo exercises his fullest linguistic capacity. “It’s you taking my money every single time.”
”Not some fucking ghost fucking haunting this fuckin’ shop or somethin’,” she responds, sounding slightly amused. “Just a starving college student trying to pay the rent. 200 yen, because I guess you don’t need the plastic bag.” She looks slightly amused, too, and her face makes Bakugo want to punch her. He doesn’t, though, because there’s an old lady behind him waiting to pay for some sleeping pills and lozenges.
"Then stop acting like you're the fucking princess of fucking China," He grabs the box and makes his way to the door. "Get rich first before you do."
”Stop getting into fights,” she says, waving her free hand a little at him as he leaves. “It’s bad for health.”
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Truth be told, Bakugo wants to stop getting into fights himself.
But if there were ever such thing as an “occupational hazard”, then this must be it for him, because if being a security guard in this side of town didn’t involve fights, then no one would have needed to hire a bodyguard-cum-security-guard in the first place.
Bakugo sighs longsufferingly. Huge event tonight. Very rich hosts. Even richer guests. He can almost smell the criminals approaching. Goddammit.
The night is going to be long, and the events that will come are going to be just fantastic for Bakugo’s health.
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“Whoa, wait,” is what she says this time, instead of 200 yen. “I think I want to call you an ambulance.”
”Just gimme my plasters and lemme fuck off,” Bakugo gruffs. The night had been terribly terrible for Bakugo’s health, because he's bleeding profusely out of more than many parts of himself.
”You must be a fool to think these bandages can fix you,” she tries, and had Bakugo been listening he’d have heard the way her voice is almost fully devoid of sarcasm this time; in its place is a genuine concern Bakugo would have thought to be uncharacteristic of the usually sarcastic cashier.
Bakugo doesn’t have the energy to ignore her, nor respond to her. He limps his way out of the door, doorbells jingling worriedly in his wake.
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Bakugo is lying on some random bench when he wakes up.
Fate would not have much mercy on him, because he is in excruciating pain. Small mercies, though, because apparently he’d managed to land himself on a bench before he’d passed out; imagine if he had been on some ditch or road or river or god forbid, some female toilet.
He opens the plastic bag, and realises the bandages are of the extra-large variety this time - strange, did he grab the wrong box? (Well, wrong box or not, these plasters are definitely the right type for the scale of his injuries tonight.)
Another thing is strange - there’s something other than the box of plasters at the bottom of the bag.
A pack of painkillers. This was definitely by no means his mistake - Bakugo Katsuki does not utilise painkillers (because he is the painkiller, is what he tells everyone who tries to sell him one, or persuade him to buy one)...
...or perhaps it'd be more appropriate to say that Bakugo Katsuki does not usually utilise painkillers, because this time he is really in fucking excruciating pain, so he decides to try one.
(Bakugo doesn't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out how the pack of painkillers got there. He can only guess the same for the upsized plasters. The fuck does she think she’s doing, though? Wouldn’t she get herself fired if her manager catches her sneaking these things, or something? Bakugo silently hopes she paid actual money for throwing in the extra item, rather than her job.)
Half an hour later, apparently the painkillers worked like magic, because there’s so much less pain. So much less, that Bakugo Katsuki decides that maybe he will perhaps kind of maybe occasionally utilise painkillers. (Only when he really, really needs them.)
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Three hours later, “occasionally” arrives. (He really, really needed them. Curse those stupid muggers and their extra-sharp daggers.)
Three days later, Bakugo is almost all recovered.
He is also back at his job, because mercy does not exist. If anyone’d thought his boss would let him off due to injury, they’d definitely be fucking dreaming of fairy fucking tales.
Small mercies do exist, though, because tonight there’s no large event, just the boss’s daughter and friends having a sleepover, watching animated versions of fairy tales.
After the small, fairytale-like event, it's the first time Bakugo sees her in a long while, because he does need some plasters suffered from some small cuts from saving the boss's daughter's stupid cat from climbing up a tree.
“You’re alive!” The cashier chirps, and it’s the first time Bakugo sees her smile. It’s also the first time Bakugo sees her name tag - Jirou Kyouka, it reads.
”Are you trying to fucking curse me or something,” Bakugo curses. “Of fucking course I am.”
”Don’t forget your change,” she tries to hand him four 100-yen coins. “And don’t forget to change - fighting is bad for health.”
”That ain’t my change. I hadn’t paid fully for the purchase four nights ago, thanks to you. XL bandages and painkillers from the previous time add up to 410 yen, including the plastic bag. Today I only have the normal-sized bandage and no plastic bag, so I paid exactly 610 yen.” Bakugo brandishes his box of bandages at her. “Even I can count.”
This time, she’s silent. A few moments later, she laughs, and it’s the first time Bakugo hears her laugh.
”Okay,” she says, slightly red in the face. “Still, don’t forget to change. Wouldn’t want to have you dead, not anytime soon.”
Bakugo leaves the store, trying not to wonder what that last sentence really meant.
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When Bakugo reaches the store this time, two things are strange.
Firstly, there’s no one at the counter. Bakugo tries ringing the service bell; nothing. Tries screaming is anyone fucking there you fucking lazy fuckers; nothing, maybe except for a few shocked faces from customers around him. Nope, no one there at the counter.
Secondly, Sarcastic Goth Bitch is not there.
“200 yen,” he hears a high-pitched cutesy female voice go; he turns. Nothing.
What the fuck?
”I’m in front of you, sir,” comes the voice. “Ugh, look at me already, would you.”
Bakugo tries looking in front of him. Nothing…except a floating name tag that reads Hagakure Toru.
”This is so fucking creepy,” he slaps the two 100-yen coins on the table, leaving the store as soon as his legs can.
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She isn’t there the next day either.
(In her place this time is an almost equally-invisible squirt with equally-creepy grape-like hair.)
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Not the next day either.
(In her place this time is a confused-looking blonde-haired dude.)
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Nor the next.
“Where’s the fucking goth bitch,” Bakugo demands. The white-haired cashier with a quarter of his face reddish-brown (a burn scar?) blinks silently. A few seconds pass as Bakugo waits expectantly for the cashier to respond to his question, which really sounded more like a demand, devoid of question mark intonation.
”Oh,” the cashier guy actually manages to realise who Bakugo’s referring to, around 15 seconds later. “If you’re talking about Jirou, she’s busy with rehearsals every night for this week and the next.” The white-haired guy’s nametag read shotokeiki or something; isn’t Christmas still months away?, thinks Bakugo.
Rehearsals…the fuck?
She’s not there the next day either.
Bakugo curses himself for even trying; of course she wouldn’t be. It’s still the same week.
Not there again.
Bakugo didn’t even need the bandages this time, but somehow or rather he found himself checking in there anyway. But nope, not there again.
Not there again; Bakugo Katsuki, you fucking fucked up idiot fucker, he curses inwardly, three boxes of unopened bandages in hand. (Apparently Bakugo hasn't realised the possibility of leaving without buying things from a store, after checking for the presence or absence of a particularly sarcastic but also surprisingly caring goth bitch cashier who has the gall to both make fun of his injuries and make them feel better.)
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Apparently he wouldn’t even be able to check in at the convenience store tonight, because the event is in the other side of town.
The ‘cool’ side of town. The safe side of town. The one that barely needs any security; barely needs any guard.
Nonetheless, there Bakugo Katsuki is, because his boss told him to be. Apparently, he owns this venue or something. It’s an open-air concert-like venue; feels really weird to be guarding such a huge mob of people at one go, at such an outdoorsy location.
Not that he’s complaining. Most of the time, he’s tasked to be a bodyguard for some drunkard and the room always smells either like alcohol, tobacco, vomit and/or blood. Tonight he gets fresh air - small mercies. Just that he'd have to travel particularly far to stop by the usual convenience store at the usual side of town, to buy bandages...as if. Even Bakugo knows he's lying - he just wants to check if Sarcastic Goth Bitch Cashier Fucker is still alive. How ironic, because she's been the one asking him to quit fighting and stay healthy and stay alive the whole time. And now she's missing. (Bakugo's still lying. He knows she's alive, just at some rehearsals for some shit. He just wanted to see her and her stupid face and hear her and her stupid voice.)
Looking up, he realises it’s a dark night out, and that quite a few stars are visible. (Or maybe they are just satellites? Who fucking knows.) Regardless, he gets fresh sights, too.
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And no fresher can the sight get than when the concert starts, because there she is, electric guitar in one hand and microphone in the other; there she is, in front of him, in front of everyone underneath the same skyful of stars.
(That night, he gets fresh smells, sights and sounds, and a fresh perspective on Cashier Goth Bitch Fucker.)
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“Found you,” Bakugo grins, plopping the bag of spicy potato chips down on in front of the cash register. “You’re finally back. Good concert.”
Jirou grins back in response. “Yes, Fucking Goth Bitch is finally back.” She scans the bag of extra-spicy chips, machine gleefully beeping away. “And thanks. And yay, you're no longer buying bandages! Good health to you too, finally.”
”Of course,” Bakugo chooses to keep secret the three still-unopened boxes of bandages in his bag - the ones he bought three nights in a row starting from four nights before, just to check in on whether she's alive, just to get to see her and her stupid face and hear her and her stupid voice. (Turns out he got to hear her voice last night, and it wasn't at all stupid, but more melodious than anything that has met his ears.) "Wouldn't be, without you."
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Jirou and Mina for the character ask!!
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Kyoka Jiro
Sexuality headcanon: Demisexual bi, with a preference towards girls. She’s had a guy crush before, but her first crush on a girl hit pretty damn hard, awakening out the disaster bi. Also polyamorous, though has only really been in monogamous relationships.
Gender headcanon: Cis girl, she/they. She did experiment around with her gender in middle school, seeing how she felt with different pronouns and if any other identity clicked with her. In the end, she found that she is comfortable with the gender assigned at birth, but also found that she clicks well with they/them in addition to she/her.
A ship I have with said character: MomoJiro. I could go on for days about how good these two are together, then being my favorite pairing for both of them. While at first this may appear as an opposites attract relationship, they actually share a lot more in common, as well as sharing their interests with each other (one of the analysis/data books has revealed that Momo has started listening to rock/punk because of Kyoka introducing it to her and sharing songs). They’re always looking out for each other, and you can easily see how they make each other happier just from being around one another. Couldn’t find a better ship involving these two of you tried.
A BrOTP I have with said character: BakuJiro. I do actually ship these two romantically together, but it’s a minor ship of mine than a major one, so I’m focusing on them platonically here. Now this is a case of opposites attract, though they both stand on equal ground with each other in terms of respect and, for lack of a better word, power in their friendship. Because of that, they get along well and enjoy each other’s company, as well as keeping each other in check.
A NOTP I have with said character: KamiJiro. While it does appear this is going to be the second canon ship between the students of 1-A, I just never really got into it. More ambivalent than actual dislike, but it’s not exactly something I’m seeking out fan content for. Their dynamic is that of an opposites attract, but there’s not the right elements present to make them work romantically. To me, they work best when they stay platonic and have a friendship full of playful teasing that knows when to take itself seriously.
A random headcanon: Bringing back an old one, that one being her having solid tech skills from working with instruments from such a young age. After all, one way to get better at something is to understand the tools used to achieve it. Plus, with her quirk being earphone jacks, I think tech knowledge can help with it.
As for a more recent one, she’s the kind of person who rarely paints her nails. Not because she doesn’t like it, but more because she’s very diligent about keeping her nails short (as it makes the bass and guitar easier to play) and feels like she wouldn’t get to enjoy the color much.
General Opinion over said character: Why don’t more people like her? She’s a really great supporting cast member! Her arc in the Culture Festival, while not battle focused, was very well done, both in terms of the themes of the series (what it means to save and reach out to people) and in terms of her character development (learning she doesn’t have to sacrifice her passion to work hard to be a Hero). She also gets really nice side moments that add nice bite to her character.
Mina Ashido
Sexuality headcanon: Pansexual demiromantic. The official analysis/data books state that she’s never liked anyone but wishes she can be in love, which encourages a lot of arospec readings of her. It’s easy to see her as cupioromantic, aromantic, grayaro, or demiromantic, the one I see her as. Friendships are very important to her, but one has never crossed that line into something more than friends. She knows she doesn’t have any real preference for any gender and just wants to have the chance to be with someone who makes her happy. Or someones, as she’s also polyamorous.
Gender headcanon: Cis girl, she/her (alt reading: genderfuild, she/they/he). So this is the first character so far where I have two headcanons in terms of gender. With the first one, she just kinda knew from the start that she’s sure of who she is, never really needing to question or test things out. With the second one, it’s the same level of assurance in which she is, playing around with how to refer to herself and how she wants to express her identity.
A ship I have with said character: TsuMina! They don’t have a ton of moments actively together, more just background stuff, but it’s enough for me! After all, this is my fave ship for both of them. They get along really well, both of them balancing each other out well to cover each other’s blind spots (I’m starting to notice a theme here). It’s energetic sunshine with level headed sunshine, and I find that appealing.
A BrOTP I have with said character: KiriMina. While the dynamic between the two was introduced in the second third of the series, I find it nice, though just platonically. The fact they went to the same middle school is interesting given the fact they didn’t seem to interact much there compared to now. They enjoy each other’s company and hang out a lot, and even give each other ideas. I just wish we got to see Mina’s perspective on things more, especially after her freeze up during the war at Jaku. Her story feels incomplete, sometimes coming off more like a part of Eijiro’s story than her own.
A NOTP I have with said character: Hmmm… I suppose SeroMina? This is definitely a case of ambivalence. I see why people ship them; I just have never really given Sero much thought at all. I shrug my shoulders when I see it, but it won’t necessarily turn me away from something involving it in the background.
A general headcanon: Bringing back another old one to say that she has a great skin care routine. It’s kinda needed in a lot of ways to make sure her body doesn’t dry up thanks to her acid. Sure, it has the tools it needs to stay healthy, but it’s still something she takes care of.
As for a new one, she’s taken a good number of roller skating lessons and almost tried out for derby (if that’s a thing over there). Her acid sliding skill we see in canon suggests a lot of practice, and given its resemblance to this actual sport, I wouldn’t be surprised if she has experiments in it! What started out as a fun activity with both her dads and mom for family bonding became a hobby, though one that she didn’t invest much in after focusing more on dance.
General Opinion on said character: I enjoy seeing her, but as I mentioned in the BrOTP section, there are parts to her story that feel incomplete, not helped at all by the recent increase in pacing. From little things to not knowing how she felt about her save back in middle school to how she’s processing Midnight’s death, she can feel more like parts of other stories rather than one that can contribute to others and stand on its own. Which is rather upsetting. I’m really grateful for fan work that fills in those gaps, but I wish we could have seen more from the published story.
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