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Bakugou Katsuki has lived in the same apartment complex for all 4 years of university and has lived through many bizarre and annoying neighbors. He lived through the girl who watched way too many dramas and cried over every plot. He nearly punched through the wall in 1st year when they guy next door had a dog that would bark at literally anything and everything that would move especially at 6 a.m in the morning. Oh and what about the guy in year 2 that had loud obnoxious sex every.single.weekend. Bakugou shivered at the memory, at least his most recent neighbor was a diligent 1st year who never made any noises probably due to the fact that they were never home but hey, best neighbor as of yet.

So you can imagine the horror Bakugou felt when he got news from his landlord that his old neighbor moved out and that a new resident would be moving in tomorrow. Absolute horror. Bakugou hoped that his 4th year would go by peacefully and quietly but there goes that plan. If this new neighbor knew what was good for them, then they better stay clear AND quiet.

It's a Sunday night when Bakugou wakes up to the sound of chairs screeching across a wooden floor and heavy groans. His first thought was "oh fuck I'm going to have to fight a ghost in my kitchen at god knows what o'clock!". A quick glance to his phone shows that it is 5 am, and any ghost in a 10 mile radius knows better than to mess with Bakugou fucking Katsuki before he had his morning coffee. Right before he was about to swing the sheets off his body he hears the noises again but this time with a distinct male voice say "why do I even need more than 1 chair if I only have 1 ass" and Bakugou connects the dots. His "neighbor" is apparently a psychopath who decides to move at 5 a.m in the morning and has 1 ass. His eye twitches, he really wants to go next door and rip that ass a new one but well it must suck to move and unpack shit at 5 a.m no matter who you are. So with an act of mercy, Bakugou decides to allow him to continue his loud unpacking at this ungodly hour and closes his eyes to try and catch some sleep.

It's now Thursday and somehow the asshole next door has not figured out what to do with more than 1 chair since apparently he's always moving it around. Bakugo has tried to be understanding but seriously it's been almost a week and this guy is still unpacking and cluttering shit around, like which college student even owns that much stuff anyways? Bakugou sighs as he slumps his head down in class. He's so sleep deprived by the noises coming in through the walls that he barely catches any sleep, misses his alarm for his daily morning jogs, and now is trying to convince himself not to march over to his neighbor and start a fight. Maybe he's just being too impatient, it really has only been a few days, the guy might be just as tired if he's up moving shit around at 5 a.m, so Bakugou decides to calm down his inner demon and practice patience. His father would be proud.

Surprisingly enough, no loud noises come that night and Bakugou sleeps well for the first time that week. Maybe being patient actually works out he thinks as he drifts off to sleep. Friday classes ends early and after catching a bite to eat with his "friends" Bakugou can't wait to relax at home. After he kicks off his shoes and lounges on his couch scrolling through his phone, stomach content, he first hears it. He hears the sound of a pot being stirred and thinks, " so he knows to cook huh" and doesn't give it any other thoughts before stripping off his clothes ready to de-stress in a boiling hot and long shower.
Presumably 40 mins later, now dressed in a pair of shorts and a black tank Bakugou goes back to his couch to watch shows when he STILL hears a pot being stirred. "WTF is this asshole cooking for a hour". Throughout the next hour the sounds next door change from a pot being stirred to pots and pans clinking around, to silverware falling onto the floor and then back to stirring. Bakugou at this point is just perplexed if the man next door is trying to make some elixir or if they can't cook but he shrugs it off, not his problem. Bakugou goes to sleep that night with a chuckle about the clumsy as fuck neighbor next door.

Bakugou gets up on Saturday feeling refreshed and ready to hit the gym. Thankfully his apartment has built in utilities such as study rooms students could book out and a shared gym. He likes to go in the morning where it's usually empty, meaning he could take advantage of the entire yoga mirror studio and practice dance routines he and Mina try to learn and perform. Wearing black leggings and a loose white tank top, Bakugou enters the gym to find it empty, not even caring to use headphones he blasts his music freely as he runs on the treadmills facing the see through glass wall of the yoga studio. He runs for 20 minutes before lifting some weights and then finally moving into studio. He stretches nice and slow, before setting his song and getting into the rhythm. Mina the flexible minx, recently fell in love with the song Motivation by Normani and wanted to learn one of the more complex but sexy dance routines and well, Bakugou does love a challenge. He danced till he's sweating, panting, and hot all over, chugging down the remaining water he has left. He switches the song to something softer as he cools down and stretches. His eyes are closed as 'dancing with a stranger' plays loudly from his phone, and yeah ok maybe he likes Normani too whatever, she's cool ok. Bakugou's concentration was on the music that he didn't even notice the gym doors open, or the person getting onto the treadmill facing the see through studio. He didn't hear the treadmill start as he exhaled through his mouth and rolled his head around. Bakugou, eyes still closed, bent in half touching his palms to the floor with his legs straight and enjoyed the burn letting out a shaky and loud sound from his mouth. He then stood up eyes open, as he grabbed his left leg by the ankle and brought it up in a straight split before setting eyes on the figure slowly jogging on the treadmill.

Bakugou froze, red eyes met blue and grey mismatched eyes staring back at him. Bakugou drop his leg and felt warmth creep over his cheeks. Here he was, blasting a love song from his phone as he stretched his body right in front of an extremely hot resident who he didn't even hear come in. Bakugou could feel the flush traveling down his neck as he wondered how long the guy had been watching him. He quickly stomped over to his phone and stopped the music. 'Why the hell has he never seen that guy before, he was, well he was really fucking hot and Bakugou was not only thirsty from his workout. He couldn't help himself as he tidied up his stuff and got ready to leave as he tried to sneakily glance at the hot resident again. Looking right at him was the stupid hot resident, running gracefully with his tight fitted blue shirt and shorts over taunt muscles. He was lean but also clearly someone who worked out a lot, could probably lift Bakugou up bridal style easily. Mystery man had mixed hair too, red and white and on closer inspection a textured scar covering one of his eyes. Quite frankly, he looked like the bad boy protagonist straight out of a manga. Bakugou didn't noticed he was still staring till he saw a brow raise and a slight quirk of the man's lips almost like a smile. 'Shit' he thought as he quickly stormed out of the gym, refusing to look back but feeling the stranger's stare into his retreating form. Only once in the safety of his room, did he chug a glass of cold water and jump straight into the shower. Well dam, hopefully he would see the hot mystery man again and soon.

Bakugou was going through his usual Saturday post gym routine when he jumped at the sound of a fire alarm going off next door. He clicked his tongue and prayed the idiot next door would be smart enough to open a window. Boy what he would do to have the hot guy from the gym be his neighbor instead of this mess next door. He chuckles again and forgets about for a half hour till he hears the fire alarm go off .... again . DAMMIT, this man needs to stop trying to cook when clearly he can't before Bakugo loses his mind. Later that day he hears a blender go off and prays this man at least knows how to make a smoothie. 'Well, at least better than the sound of the fire alarm' he thinks.

Sunday rolls around and Bakugou swears he smells the burning before the alarm goes off again. Seriously how do you burn breakfast? It isn't long before he hears the blender and a sigh, clearly this man has accepted defeat from cooking readily moving onto a less dangerous option, the smoothie. Bakugou feels kinda bad for this guy's diet.

This pattern continues throughout the week. Bakugou can't seem to catch a break. First it was the moving furniture, then the clinking pots, to fire alarms and now endless smoothies. To be frank, the person next door was a mess. Bakugo was gritting his teeth by Tuesday, and by Wednesday morning he decided fuck it, might as well go on a morning jog. Later that night after a hour of pot stirring and 1 fire alarm, Bakugou wondered if he would just die from the idiot next door accidentally burning the building down because he can't cook an egg to save his life.

His dreams were cut short as Bakugou was woken by a weird loud noise coming from next door. He checked his watch to see that it was indeed 3 a.m and that he had to be up by 7am for a morning jog then class. W.T.F. He recognized the sound as the blender. His fucking neighbor was trying to make a smoothie.... at 3 a.m in the morning. That's it! He has it with this man! Bakugou pounded on his wall over and over swearing till the blender shut off, followed by quiet. He held his breathe as he waited for his neighbor's next move. Very quietly did a reply come in the form of a soft knock against Bakugou's wall and then silence. Bakugou didn't know what that meant but he huffed and went back to sleep, or tried to at least.

By 7 a.m Bakugou felt ready to murder. He was exhausted, and definitely needed a jog to burn off the excess anger. He was about to put his headphones on while he did his morning routine but decided... fuck being considerate, let's wake this next door mother fucker up!! So Bakugou blasted his music full blast while he brushed his teeth smiling maniacally. 'Boss bitch' echoed throughout the apartment while Bakugou sang along, already feeling his mood being lifted with this little passive aggressive move. His mother would be proud.

Bakugou came back home that Thursday again after having a bite with his fools but stopped at his front door. There was a yellow note tapped onto it. He grabbed the note and went inside to read it. "Dear neighbor, please be considerate of yourself and keep your knocking, yelling, and music to a minimum. You are causing a disturbance. Thanks,". Bakugou was fuming as he crumbled the note in his hand. He grabbed an orange notepad and angrily scribbled "Hey 1 ass neighbor, YOU be considerate and stop setting the alarms off, stirring pots when u clearly can't cook AND using a blender at 3 a.m in the fucking morning. People with lives are trying to sleep. Thanks."

He opened his door and slapped the note onto his neighbor's door before clicking his tongue and storming back into his room.

Bakugou had to endure the entire evening of pot stirring which somehow felt was done as petty revenge, especially when the fire alarm sounded off again.

Friday morning Bakugou repeated his music antics because he was not about to back down from a fight. He sang along and got ready for his day ignoring the banging coming from the other side of the wall. When he got home that afternoon he saw another yellow note on his door.

"Dear inconsiderate neighbor, at least play better music"

Before Bakugou did something rash like go next door and murder his neighbor, he quickly called Kirishima over to calm him down.

"BRO HE SAID ahshsksla, he said YOU'RE the disturbance, omg he has no self awareness" Kirishima laughed 30 minutes after the call as he read over the notes for the 3rd time doubling over in laughter. Kirishima was Bakugou's "best friend" if he had to label it and was also his number 1 person for his rants about his neighbor. They could both hear the soft hum of classical music coming from next door. It looks like the bastard was amplifying his approach, trying to use music as weapon now as well to war against Bakugou in a battle of pettiness. "Shityy hair I've had it with this mess. I'm about to commit murder.....so are you helping or what" Bakugou groaned as he went to his room and flopped on the bed causing it to bounce.

"Dude, my bro trust me, murder is NOT the answer. How about you get back at him, like beat him at his own game" Kirishima suggested following Bakugou to his room.

Bakugou sat up, "that's... not a half bad idea but how?? The only thing I've done so far is play music but what else can I do, since he's doing that now too?"

Kirishima stood crossing his arm deep in thought for a moment, before a smile grew across his face showing off his sharp teeth. He smashed his fist together and said "I GOT IT DUDE".

Kirishima then ran full speed into Bakugou's bed and flopped on top of it and Bakugou in the process. Before Bakugou could even yell at him, Kirishima got up and started bouncing on the bed repeatedly while giggling, causing the bed to bounce, the springs to squeal and causing the headboard to bang into the wall with a pattern. A pattern with accompanied by the noises sounded a lot like roudy sex. Bakugou grinned and jumped up to join Kirishima as they giggled and made obnoxious and exaggerated noises. They bounced and bounced till Kirishima finally flopped onto the bed tired with a loud groan and Bakugou fell down too. They looked at each other gathering their breathes before they covered their mouths and started to laugh.

Kirishima always managed to make him feel better, his laugh was infectious. He really needed to treat him to some bubble tea later. After Kirishima left that night, Bakugou went to bed feeling happier and lighter than ever with his neighbor being uncharacteristically quiet for once... maybe the loud sex shocked him. Bakugou smirked feeling triumphed. Regardless Bakugou was ready to attempt to flirt with the mystery hot guy at the gym tomorrow.... if he showed up.

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Bakugou wakes up the next morning in a good mood, a really good mood- and no that has nothing to do with his maybe crush on the mysterious gym boy. He hums disney tunes as he gets ready for the gym, rocking a pair of black shorts and sleeveless red hoodie, yup Shitty Hair would approve. He grabbed his phone and water bottle ready to leave, swinging open his door only to find a new note, oh the joy he thought.
"Dear inconsiderate neighbor, please keep the noises to a minimum during sexual intercourse and such activities. Although your partner has a nice voice, please inform him to practise restraint, I worry for the wall".

Bakugou laughs at that but being the petty king that he is, decides to knock on his annoying neighbor's door 3 times before making a mad dash to the stairs running like a maniac. He hears the door crack open and a loud sigh as he reaches the stairs to hide and smiles triumphly all the way to the gym. His cheeks hurts from his craze grin, but his steps feel light. Yes, today was a good day indeed.

At the gym, Bakugou is pleased to once again find it empty and not at all disappointed to not see a mix of red and white hair, nope not at all. Bakugo works out first, lifting weights and doing his usual routine before he heads over to the yoga studio to practice dance and do some cardio. Right when he's about to press play, the gym doors open and he can make out red and white hair pushed back with a head band. Mysterious gym boy is rocking a form fitting dark blue t shirt and dark blue form fitting tracks. Bakugou might be sweating for a whole other reason now. He swallows the excess saliva in his mouth and presses play as the candy cane hot boy makes his way to the treadmills facing Bakugou with a slight quirk of his lips. Bakugou has an audience and he is not one to disappoint, so with a crack to his neck and maniac smile to his face, he begins his routine making it extra explosive.

By the time Bakugou finishes running through his choreo twice, he's panting, sweating and red in the face laying on the floor as he catches his breathe. He closes his eyes feeling content knowing he felt a heated stare watch his every move for the entirety of his routines, twice even. He listens to the quick but soft and well paced steps of running on the treadmill and slowly gets up to pack his things and leave. Should he walk up to the hot fucker and just ask if he enjoyed the show or was that too forward, bakugou thinks as he makes his way to the door, signature scowl making it's way back onto his face.

He's so busy dragging his feet and trying to make a decision he didn't notice the footsteps stop running or the treadmill stop. He didn't notice the presence making it's way towards him out the gym until he's waiting for the elevator and he hears a small huff behind him.

Bakugou looks up quickly and sucks in a small gasp as red eyes meet beautiful mismatched ones. "Hey" the mysterious hot gym boy says to Bakugou as he nervously rubs the back of his neck. He's flushed too and a little sweaty. His headband holding his red and white locks away from his face showcasing his scarred eye that makes him look even hotter in Bakugou's viewpoint really. Bakugou is left mouth gaping like a fish as the elevator arrives with a dingy and knocks him out of his stupor.

"You're really good at dancing, I mean your routine was... cool" the mysterious boy says slowly with an expression as if he's still not sure why he's speaking out loud at all. Bakugou looks at him and feels the heat rush to his cheeks.

"Uh ya well, thanks, it's a pretty fun song" he managed to get out as he quickly rushes into the elevator. Mysterious or not so mysterious anymore but still HOT boy smiled at that and nods as if he agrees and follows him into the elevator. Bakugou can feel the energy flowing between them in such a small enclosed space and feels his blush crawl down his neck to his chest, his heart pumping loud.

They both reach for the same floor button at the same time. Huh, Bakugou thinks. No way this pretty ass Adonis looking man lives in the same floor as Bakugou WITHOUT him knowing, theres no way. He glances at the boy, and sees that he is also a little surprised and lost in thought. The elevator opens and Bakugou decided that he must live somewhere to the left of the elevator while he lives to the right on the opposite side. So imagine his shock when they both step out of the elevator and make a right at the same time.

The stop and look at each other, gears turning over in their heads. Is he a stalker, is he visiting a friend, these thought race through Bakugou's mind as he begins to walk faster to his door, the other boy hot on his tail. Suddenly a new thought pops into his head as he reaches his door, a thought somehow worst then him being a stalker... no he couldn't be. At that moment the mysterious hot boy steps next to Bakugou and slowly pulls out a key to open the door next to him.

The two lock eyes and the boy just sighs deeply, a sigh that sounded a little too familiar for Bakugou's liking. "HUUUH" Bakugou screams, as the hot boy says " Well, nice to finally meet you in person dear inconsiderate neighbor" in a monotone voice.

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Bakugou barely makes it through his door, ofcourse after pointing at his neighbor, screaming unintelligent sounds and stomping his way inside fuming. He can still picture the pretty fucker in his mind, looking at him shock but then pleased or amused telling by the slight twitch of his lips turning up on one side. Pretty boy must be mocking me.
Of fucking course faith would have it that the mysterious hot gym boy would turn out to be the obnoxious neighbor living nextdoor. Of fucking course. He may be hotter than the sun itself but Bakugo has spent the past 2 weeks hearing him burn WATER somehow and several times at that. Bakugou debate between swinging back open his door kissing the bastard stupid or strangling his candycane looking ass.. (very hot ass unfortunately). Ugh he can't think straight, literally. Shitty Hair would have a field day with this if he found out, Bakugou thinks bitterly.

After a steaming shower and large breakfast, Bakugou finds himself sipping tea on his couch trying to read the same page for 15 minutes. His mind is a bit preoccupied with this morning's "meeting". He hears some disturbances outside but ignores it for his book, restarting the paragraph...again. The disturbance outside grows louder through the walls. Bakugou can feel his eye begin to twitch. Can't he get some peace and quiet in his own home?? Man is reading here oh well, is trying to read here!

He hears a loud voice dominating the argument in almost a growl and, suddenly whatever is occurring outside seems way more interesting than a book.

Bakugou has never zoomed so fast before in his life , as he drops his book to fly to his door, ears pressed against it. Dam does he have time to grab a bag of chips or not. He hears another yell now, more clearer than before, with a heavy sound accompanied after it. As if someone hit their hand against a wall. " You're MY flesh and blood. You are nothing without Me. Your duty is to me and you Shall fulfill my wishes, regardless of your own feelings" Bakugou hears a man say sternly and, What. The. Fuck. This was NOT what Bakugou was expecting. Holy shit he thought it would be some drunk college kid or a stupid lover's spat, not THIS!! Shit should he call the police?

He leans in again to hear the stranger say "You hear me? You're either do what I say as my son, or become NOTHING."

AND then something in Bakugou just snaps. He doesn't know why he swings open his door. Maybe it's because he knows that his own dad would rather shave all his hair off then ever yell or speak to him like that. Maybe it's because he's surrounded by nosey and busybody friends who would definitely rush in to save a stranger from this type of scenario. Or maybe, it's because he hasn't heard a reply to these hurtful words, no fighting back no refusal.... and the yelling seems a lot closer- as if its directed to someone right next door.

He steps out and takes a deep breathe, locking eyes with beautiful, moist and wide mismatched eyes. Ahh Bakugou thinks, before taking a deep breathe and putting on a performance his mother would low-key be proud of. "SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU OLD PIECE OF SHIT" The large, very built stranger staggers back a bit perplexed and totally bewildered. It causes the Candycane neighbour to snort, eyes now bright with life.

"How dare you boy, interfere with-" before the Stanger could finish his sentence, Bakugou had walked up straight to him, glaring like a wild beast with crimson dark eyes.

With a low but intentful voice he says "You brought your saggy wrinkly ballsack into my building to talk your shit to MY neighbour. Old man you better take your bullshit spouting mouth with your outdated ideas and mentality and get out of here before I throw you down the stairs myself. NO ONE should ever talk to their own kid like that, you hear me? He is not your property or a thing , he's his own person. Figure your twisted shit out and LEAVE" Bakugou gets out before stepping back and looking up to the Stanger expectedly.

Sure this man was large and built, but that won't stop Bakugou from throwing his ass down flat!Shocked and angered, the Stanger huffs and speaks a weak "this isn't over Shouto" before leaving.

Bakugou finally exhales and feels his shoulder deflate. The awkwardness takes him suddenly and he wants to punch himself for acting like Deku and jumping into someone else's business, but fuck did this man piss him off.

A small laughter brings him out of his thoughts and he whips around to find his neighbours trying to contain his laughter. Hand over his mouth, and a hand clutching his stomach. The laughter grows more manic and loud and even Bakugou finds himself in awe at the beautiful sight and sound. "Shouto huh" he thinks before the contagious laughter spread and he joins in laughing at the entire situation, from the mornings event, leading up to now.

Both boys slowly regain their composure after a solid 3 minutes. Tears being wiped from the corners of their eyes. Slow huffs and wheezes from being out of breathe. The tingling in their cheeks and warmth in their stomach. They look at each other as they calm down from the high of the situation.

Candycane err Shouto breaks the silence with a soft " Youuuu , really have quite the vulgar vocabulary there neighbour" with a soft smile as he crosses his arms and leans against his doorway and fuck that action shouldn't look so hot.

Bakugou clears his throat, and tried to remember how mouths work to form a sentence with a "Well, crappy people really bring out my eloquence what can I say" with hands on his hips, quirk of his brow and smirk on his lips. Both boys softly chuckle at that.

"My father can be quite ... overbearing so um well, thanks for that Uhh neighbour?"

"Bakugou, Bakugou katsuki, and no problem it was sort of healing, so tell me when the fucker bothers you again, I'll let him have it, candycane fck I mean Shouto I guess"

Shouto eyes widens slightly as the sound of his name, his mouth forming a slight soft "o" before turning into a smile. He mouths "candycane, really?" and laughs.

"Shouto, Todoroki Shouto, guess you can be considerate after all huh neighbour" he says as he stops leaning against the door and opens it to go inside, truly enjoying the range of emotions conflicting over Bakugou's face.

He throws a quick "hope to see you in the gym next Saturday, Katsuki" with a smirk over his shoulder as he walks in and closes in door. He was barely holding back his own laugh at the look of annoyance and challenged expression on Bakugou's face. Want could stare at those red cheeks a little longer, can't wait to see what new thing you'll do, Shouto wished to himself.

Bakugou could feel his ears turning red, a hot blush crossing his face so he stomps his way to his door and for the second time that day slams his door shut, only this time feeling warm throughout his body for a totally different reason than earlier.

Dammit, how dare this basrard make me feel like this AND take the last word. Bakugou rebuttles back by playing "Moo" out loud on speakers just to spite Shouto back.

The next morning Bakugou finds a note on his door:

"Katsuki, what's the name of that song you played yesterday.. I remembered the lyrics were so eloquent, bitch I'm a cow~ I believe it was, I see where your vocab stems from.

P. S Please text me instead of sliding over passive aggressive notes, let's save the environment ~together~ :) (xxx-xxx-xxxx). "

Bakugou feels himself smile at the note, from hating his neighbour to whatever this was, it's a development he guesses. Bakugou adds the number and sends a text with the name of the song, and a quick" Ya candycane swirl, save the trees or whatever". He saved the contact as "annoying hot neighbour" with a candy emoji next to the name, and smiles to himself. This could be fun.