Who Summons a Demon Lord with School Chalk? (Demon Lord Katsuki x Teen Izuku)

[CRYBABY]

Izuku stood there, in his underwear and a t-shirt, holding the ragged occult book he just brought home from the thrift store. He had followed the steps almost perfectly but with… sorta the wrong ingredients. He was a high school student, how could he possibly acquire milk from a black cow… regular milk from the fridge would have to do.. and some chalk from school to draw the pentagram.. weeds from the yard instead of Yarrow flowers.. hey, he was doing the best he could. And, well, this wasn’t supposed to work anyway.

Izuku kinda, sorta believed in the occult. He had no reason not to but he also had no reason to. He wasn’t even sure why he picked up this strange book to begin with. He rarely actually paid any attention to this kinda stuff. That was until Ochaco came to school the other day shivering because she could’ve sworn she had seen a ghost last night while she was walking home. Said she could feel it’s presence. That was impossible.. wasn’t? There was no way.. and yet the green eyed boy was desperate for answers, desperate to find more.

But this wouldn’t work. Of course not.

[LovelyBones]

For millenia, Katsuki had been minding his own damn business, ever since the tragedy that rocked him to his very core, broke him. All he cared about was performing his duties, and slowly, slowly building an army of loyal soldiers for the day he finally got back at the fools that took the one thing he truly treasured away, never to be seen or held tenderly again. To say that the demon lord had been devastated and inconsolable, and daresay obsessive was an understatement. High and low the lord had searched for his other half, the one he had hoped to one day spend the rest of eternity with.... For centuries he had combed the earth, raised Hell whenever an angel attempted to intervene, and eventually, he gave up. There had been no trace of his angel, not a hair, not a shimmer of emerald and jade, nor the serenade of soft, sweet notes on a spring wind in a forest deep, and only a bottomless chasm remained where that dear angel had taken roost in his heart.

So, when he was so suddenly ripped from his bed, and deposited upon such a humble, dirty, human wooden floor with nothing but his scanty modesty cloth over his loins, he was rightfully pissed. And what was worse was the fact that the human that summoned him no more than a scrawny teenager, in nothing but a loose tee-shirt and some absurd underwear. The blonde stared incredulously up at the human boy from where he sat, partially propped up on strong arms, his lupine toes curled away from the edge of the chalk line encircling his presence on the floor, his tail flicking angrily at the tip. Katsuki, the demon lord of Hell had been summoned by a mere boy, with obviously low quality ingredients?! Sure, when he looked at his summoning circle beneath his feet, it was perfect-- not a detail was put of place, not a spot warped or backwards.

The demon looked to the greenette with a dangerous glare in his eye, and he bared his fangs, tail soon lashing about, though close to his body as his clawed hands flexed threateningly. "Who dares summon me, the Demon Lord, Katsuki Bakugo?" He growled out, stepping towards the human, yet clearly remaining in the circle. "And with such shitty materials, at that?! Do you have any idea what youve done, boy?!" He asked, his hands sparking dangerously as his hair stood on end. "I could tear you apart for your insolence, your absolute mockery of such a spell!! How DARE YOU INSULT ME WITH YOUR PATHETIC EXECUTION!! He roared, the house rumbling with the boom of his words like wild thunder, getting as close as he could without reaching the barrier between himself and the human before him. "Release me now, and I may spare you, pathetic little prey creature!!" He commanded, expecting the other to take the bait, allowing his escape, and subsequent punishment before heading back home. This hadn't been the first time he'd been summoned-- and it always ended the same. He'd be summoned by evil, greedy humans, lusting for power and glory.... and their reward for wasting the demon lord's time was a long, painful death, then being taken to the deepest parts of Hell to suffer. It would be no different for this stupid child.... So small, weak.... however, the longer he looked, something was.... off. Yes, the other was no more than a rabbit, soft, pure.... pure. How and why in all the realms would a pure human want to bring him to this plane?! As the confusion settled in, even for only a moment, the angry thrashing of his tail slowed, but it did not stop.

He was still livid about the piss poor ingredients used by the child before him.

[CRYBABY]

Izuku's jaw was on the floor right next to the large demonic human-like creature that was suddenly sprawled on his bedroom floor. Angry, screaming, his tail lashing violently and was he.. was he.. oh Gods he was naked. Izuku's eyes glued to the creatures rippling muscles and... beautiful, beautiful large chest. Izuku was a teenager, could he be blamed for looking at such a fine specimen? This wasn't supposed to work, this wasn't supposed to work, this wasn't supposed to work he kept repeating in his head, his eyes making their way up to stare blankly at the fiery reds of his guest. The demon, known as Katsuki Bakugou, stood before him now, no longer sitting confused on the floor, no now the demon was /standing/ and he was HUGE. Poor Izuku nearly strained his neck to look up at him.

While Izuku scolded himself in his mind, obsessive over the fact that this wasn't supposed to work!! Bakugou scolded him in the physical plain, his threats rumbling from the deepest part of his chest, shaking the very ground they stood on. Boy was Izuku glad his mother was out of town. Finally, after the creature seemed to calm down, a fiery rage still ever present, Izuku found his voice. "THIS W-W-WASN'T SUPPOSED T-TO WORK!!" he screamed, grabbing his own hair he began to pace back and forth in front of the demon. "T-there's no way.. n-no way.. this isn't real.. Y-YOU'RE NOT R-REAL..!!" he screamed again, his eyes clenched shut.

He stopped suddenly, as if his genius mind gave him a very good idea, whipping around to face the demon. He approached him, beads of sweat running from his emerald locks to dance on his freckled cheeks. He reached his hand out.. past the pentagram on the floor, landing directly on Demon Lord Katsuki Bakugou's luscious pec. His hand lingered there, pressing gently against the warm, smooth flesh. A brief moment went by, the longest moment of Izuku's life it seemed like, before reality set in for the teenager. "AAAAHH!!" the greenette squealed, yanking his arm against his own chest and backing up so quickly he fell on his behind. He sat on the floor quivering as he looked up at the /demon/, no /demon LORD/ that he summoned with a spell that wasn't even supposed to work!!

[LovelyBones]

It was not the first time he'd been ogled by another, but it brought a bit of a more embarrassed red tone than angry to his cheeks, for some reason. Was this guy a virgin? Seemed to be, as the poor boy appeared to be awestruck by his presence, distracted for a moment from the legitimate threat the demon lord normally posed. So small, the boy was in comparison, scrawny.... couldn't be much older than sixteen. More likely one to have his face buried in books than making himself stronger.

However, the teenager seemed to begin to grasp the situation, and had admitted to the fact that this wasn't supposed to work. So Katsuki had been summoned on accident by a wayward WHIM?!?! Before the blonde could go into another round of scolding, the boy had so boldly reached out and into the circle to grope his chest, causing the demon lord to sputter, his face and shoulders burning in embarrassment, shock, and the absolute balls this kid must have had to so recklessly enter the circle after Katsuki had made his threats.

He finished processing the fuckery that happened when the boy screamed again, only to land on his ass, cowering on the floor. Good, hopefully he can finally get somewhere with this. "I will not repeat myself-- release me, now, and I may spare you for your ignorance!! I do not have time for this-- I have an army to grow and train!! Heaven must pay for their crime...." He growled, the anger brought on by his aching chasm souring the air, and surely placing a nauseating pressure upon the small human before him. "They'll know my agony a thousand fold, for all eternity for what they had done to him.... pretentious feathery assholes.... I'll make them all PAY!!" He roared, the house shaking so roughly dust fell from the ceiling, a few Nick nacks being brought to the floor. Hopefully nothing broke.