Two is better than one - Part 1

Sent: 15 July 00:00:30

Happy Birthday Babe. I'll be home soon, and you can have all the cuddles you want.

Katsuki swore as he zipped his phone back into his pocket, watching the battered hero fly by and readying himself to move.

"Mister Ground Zero?" A timid voice asked. "D-Did you save me?"

"Yeah," he nodded, sparing a glance for the young girl slowly waking up at the end of the alley. "You alright?"

"I'm fine! Thank you so much!"

"Don't mention it, kid. Happy to help."

"Ah, w-wait!" she called, when he started to step away. "Let me help!"

"Haaah?" he demanded, rounding on her with a sharp glare. "Are you even in high school yet?"

"No! That's not what I meant!" She scrambled to her feet, wincing a little over the bandaged gash on her calf. "My quirk, I can make another of you!"

"Haah?"

"It takes me a minute and he'll only last maybe eight hours but he'll be just like you, I promise!"

He paused, narrowing his eyes at her, but her face was entirely earnest.

"I just need, umm... Some of your blood."

She looked pointedly at the wound on his cheek, and with a little "tch" under his breath, he crouched down before her. Her hand was cold, when she touched his face, and he found himself setting his own over top to warm it as she worked. He even reached for the other, holding it in his hot grip, and she smiled at him before closing her eyes to focus.

As he watched, a strange bulge formed in her back, growing larger and larger until it burst through the back of her shirt to make room. Slowly it began to take shape, and Katsuki gaped as the features began to form – spiky hair, thick arms, a tapered waist. Finally, with a disgusting slurp sound he would never forget, the figure pulled its last hand out of her back, and her eyes opened.

"I hope he helps!" she grinned. "He'll disappear in about eight hours, so you have lots of time!"

"Haah?" the figure demanded, folding its arms. "Disappear? What the fuck?"

"Oi," Katsuki growled. "You're here to help me fight, the losers out there keep getting their asses beat."

"I know, asshole," it scowled back. "I know everything you do, so shut your mouth."

"Come on then, fucker."

To his credit, the clone really did think and fight like him. Every time he turned around, expecting to find a gap, there it was covering his back. It took them no time at all to clean up the rest of the mess, restraining a couple of villains and standing over them until the police arrived to take them away.

As the scene cleared out, and a crying mother took the little girl away while she waved back at the Katsukis, he found himself contemplating.

"Hey," he muttered. "You've got like seven hours left, wanna come celebrate the nerd's birthday with us?"

Katsuki snorted, but nodded, shoving his hands deep in his pockets.

"Sure, sounds fun."