《Bakusquad Oneshots》Gift challenge
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★彡 May contain hard topics and incorrect info.. and definitely spelling errors. Hopefully you enjoy! ★彡
Giving gifts was hard.
The Dekusquad knew that very well.
Every Christmas the Dekusquad and Bakusquad did a gift exchange.
Every year the Bakusquad one upped them.
Katsuki's need to win always got the best of him, even during the holidays.
How could they finally one up the Bakusquad this Christmas?
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Tenya sighed, "Any ideas? Anyone?"
Shoto shook his head, "No..."
"How about homemade? From the heart?" Ochako aske, expression riddled with hope.
"Why would we do that if we have Sho's dad's credit card?" Izuku asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Shoto nodded, "Yeah, why would we do that when we have my father's credit card?"
Ochako huffed, "I don't know, when Bakugou-kun does it, it's a good idea."
Shoto shrugged, "I think they are just better than us."
Izuku nodded, "Maybe they are, but I think... I think I have an idea."
They looked at the green haired male with nothing but curiosity.
"How about we just borrow something from them?" Suggested Izuku.
"What does that even mean?" Tenya asked.
Izuku rolled his eyes, "Just listen!"
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Katsuki loved the Christmas holidays, he didn't care for gifts, the cookies, the decorations, he didn't care any of that nonsense. No, he enjoyed crushing the small competition that was held each year. To prove he was better. Nothing screamed Christmas like a competition.
Winning every year puts the Christmas spirit right into Katsuki.
And nothing was going to change it this year, Katsuki was going to win; it would be his 8th time winning if he won this year, it would be eight complete years of not being a loser.
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The Bakusquad were winners.
Always were.
Going to sleep early was something Katsuki already did, and on Christmas Eve, he was going to bed even earlier. Every Christmas Eve he went to bed even earlier than normal, he needed to win. He was going to win.
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"Got the present?"
"Yup!"
"Good, wake those mother fuckers up earlier! We are winners this year, bitches!"
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"Why the hell are we awake at 6am? At least Katsuki doesn't wake us up until 7:30." Sero complained after being dragged out of bed.
Mina nodded, "Where is Katsu..? I wanna cuddle with my pomeranian."
"Get in line bucko!" Kaminari shouted, the only one who didn't mind being awakened early.
"Hush.. too early..." Kirishima whined as he rubbed his eyes.
Izuku rolled his eyes, "Okay, get ready to lose this year, assholes."
"Why are you insulting us this early in the morning... it's Christmas..." Sero whined as his feet dragged against the floor.
Mina agreed, "Yeah.. Katsu wouldn't stand for this, where is he? Shouldn't he be here?"
"Is anyone gonna question how they got in our house?" Kaminari asked, confused and slightly uncomfortable.
"Omg shut up!" Izuku snapped, causing the Bakusquad to stop whining and complaining.
Soon the both squads sat down, each gift from each squad sitting in the middle of the Bakusquad's living room.
"Damn that's a big box." Kirishima said as he finally fully awoke.
"We had a bigger one but it turns out we didn't need it." Shoto explained, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kaminari looked confused, "Why are we whispering?"
"Shhh... just open the damn gift." Izuku scolded as he eyed the box.
Mina laughed, "Okay, okay. You guys lose every year, what makes you think this year will be different?"
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"Cause I'm a genius."
Mina rolled her eyes yet did as she was told, as she and the rest of the squad minus Katsuki began to open the gift.
"Be careful!" Tenya mumbled as he watched the squad open it.
Upon inspection the Bakusquad noticed pillows and blankets, and a small tuf of ash blonde hair.
"Aww... look at our Katsubaby!! Isn't he beautiful!" Mina squealed as she ran a hand through Katsuki's hair.
Katsuki began to stir, his eyes fluttering open to see a whole bunch of people staring him down.
"Wa.. wha?" Katsuki muttered, the dim lights bothering his eyes.
"It's the best gift we ever received, a pomeranian!" Kaminari said as he wiped a fake tear off his face.
Sero smiled as he reached into the box and pulled Katsuki out, the ash blonde latching onto Sero's body. "It's cold..." Katsuki complained as he was removed from the blankets.
Kirishima laughed and grabbed the blanket from the box and wrapped it around Katsuki and Sero. "You win this year, only because it was a clever idea." Kirishima mumbled as he ruffled Katsuki's hair.
"We lost?" Kstsuki asked, waking up slightly more.
Mina couldn't help but laugh, "Yup! Nothing could beat getting you for Christmas!"
"Deku kidnapped me while I slept?!" Katsuki yelled, now fully awake.
"Oh yeah, how did you get in our house?"
"Grab the gift and run!" Izuku shouted and booked it, his friends not far behind.
"Should we chase them?"
"Nah, I'd rather chill with our present."
"Me too!"
"Same!"
"Sounds like a plan!"
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