Notes:
Ummm! Hi, if there's anybody reading this aahaaaah. I'm quite excited to start this lil' story! And I'm somebody who always likes to get all their thoughts out, so I usually have a ton of notes… you can skip them if you'd like!
First off, my storytelling is garbage, and I know it. But one day when riding on the bus home from school, I got some inspiration, and thought, hey, I might as well start somewhere. So here I am! I'll keep practicing, and well, I'm sure my creativity will finally make an appearance (I was honestly born with close to no creativity) soon enough,, or something, but it all comes with experience—I think?(hope?) Apologies if this story will be wonky at times, as I said, I'm trying, and it's my first time writing something that's even relatively long and needs planning like this one, but I hope people will stick around.
I also don't have an upload schedule :^) frankly, I'm an,,, average(?) person, which means I'm quite busy, with school and all. I also have to juggle practicing two instruments as well, so, I may not always have all the time I want in the world. I don't want to estimate when chapters will come out, but I will promise this, one day, this fic will be finished, and my guess is before the end of this summer, at least. I'll do my best! And if anybody will, please don't rush me, it scares me.
Please enjoy reading this first chapter :)
"Deku, you better not be fucking crying right now. I thought we agreed on not crying!"
"I-I'm sorry K-Kacchan! I can't help it, okay? I'm really going to miss you… Plus, I know for a fact that your eyes are also quite misty!"
"Okay, okay, fine! Fucking shut up, stupid nerd, you can bawl your eyes out or whatever."
Quick as a flash, Midoriya clings onto Bakugou as if the whole world's weight is bestowed upon him, embracing the blonde with a passion that has the both of them smiling. Midoriya's tears trail down his pale cheeks, and as he predicted, Bakugou does in fact have waterworks of his own. They're threatening to spill out from his eyes, and he's barely holding them back.
Bakugou nuzzles into the mop of green below his chin and plants a quick kiss. Fluffy hair tickles his eyes and his heart swells with adoration, knowing full well that even if he tries to comb down all the curls, it would make no difference.
A whimper of satisfaction and a tinge of longing escapes from Midoriya, and Bakugou drags him back up to his full height so he's no longer crouching while hugging the blonde.
An emerald forest stares into a cave of rubies before the taller male leans forward for a kiss. Midoriya's lips are a bit wet thanks to his tears, but Bakugou doesn't mind and basks in the moment, tilting his head to the side a mere centimeter to deepen the shared interaction. Because they're in public, it doesn't last long, but it gives them all the time they need. Underlying words pass between them. Their love, their promises, their dedication; it's all heard in that quick kiss.
Then, to once again shine a light on what they're both feeling, the shorter of the two opens his mouth, "Kacchan… I really don't want to go…" He winces slightly, trying to contain his tears. A small scowl scurries onto his expression. Fidgeting he is, twirling the collar of his hero outfit with discomfort, as if he's not in his own skin.
The addressed huffs a fond sigh laced with the same desperation his partner has. Crimson irises glimmer, unshed tears welling up and unfortunately gathering.
"I know, I fuckin' don't either, but you know it's for the best. You're gonna do your fuckin' best, right, Deku?"
Midoriya nods, gaining back his usual bright smile but not losing the stream of tears running down his face. Bakugou ruffles his bushy locks playfully, grin on full display. Suddenly, as if to ruin the moment, a woman on the announcements speaks up, "Flight headed to Jersey City in New Jersey, USA, is now preparing for take off. If you are boarding that flight, please head over shortly."
"Oh…" Midoriya mumbles disappointingly before his gaze flicks back to meet the blonde's. "I—um, well, I'm going to miss you… Kacch—Katsuki." He figures it's a better time than any other to call Bakugou by his first name, not wanting to waste any time they might have left. God knows it'll be a long time before he'll be able to say that name face-to-face again.
"Tsk…" Bakugou starts with false grudge in his voice. "Yeah, I'll miss you too, fucking Izuku. Don't you be gettin' hurt now, y'hear?!"
"Of course! I'll be extra careful. I mean, I'll have a lot of people around me too! I um…" All Might's successor stops to twiddle his fingers frantically before he pushes onwards, "I love you!"
The other man rolls his eyes. "Even after five years of dating, you're still a shitty scaredy-cat at this stuff. You know I love you too, but you're grating on my nerves—get a move on or you'll miss the flight!" Bakugou barks.
Midoriya isn't fazed by this and casually smiles, knowing that the pro-hero known as Ground Zero is simply trying to cover up any signs of being soft, though it usually shines through anyways. Slowly tearing his eyes away from the other, Midoriya skips off.
On his way over to his flight, a few people finally start to recognize him and, to Bakugou's dismay, even try to stop him for autographs. The explosive male is ready to jump into the fray and chase away the eager individuals, when he stops himself from budging, seeing the sight in front of him.
It seems that Midoriya has everything under control. The greenette who's usually upbeat and willing to talk to his fans doesn't even spare them a glance, instead facing forward, eyes on his destination. The only time he breaks eye contact is to give his boyfriend one last glance, followed by a goodbye wave as he heads on the trail towards his plane.
When he can no longer see that freckled face, Bakugou lets his shoulders slump as a single tear trips down his skin. That damn Deku… making him feel so much undeniable love and mushy shit.
Turning around—thankful to see there aren't any lingering gazes trained on him—he begins his trek back to his vehicle, lonesome and feeling slightly drained despite it only being 11AM. Ever since they've become pro-heroes, this is the first time that one of them has to leave on a trip overseas. Bakugou understands the calls for Midoriya. After all, it's not everyday that your boyfriend is requested by the US government to head over. Apparently there's been a sudden rise in villains, and they requested for certain heroes to aid the situation, one of those heroes being Midoriya. It's quite an honour, really.
Yet here the blonde is, making his way out of the airport in a sulking manner; head down, lips twisted in a familiar scowl, explosions barely being held back. In addition to this, he's ignoring anybody who has accidently bumped into him—which is proving to be a great challenge in itself. He damn well knows that if he were younger he'd probably be combusting at that tiny touch alone.
Except, Bakugou isn't 16 anymore. Nor is he 17 or even 18. Currently Standing at the age of 22, he can proudly say that he's matured into a—more or less—decent adult. This especially concerns his relationship with Midoriya.
If somebody were to tell him that he would grow so attached to the freckled boy during his years in middle-school, Bakugou would've set off an explosion and ranted about how absolutely dumb that was and to eat shit. If he'd been told that at the start of his first-year at UA, he'd kindly tell that person to fuck off and walk away without another word.
But if somebody told him that after the incident that took place after their Provincial License Exams, he'd be left stunned and might've even believed it—if just a bit.
That fight at Ground Beta changed the course of their peculiar relationship just like how a tsunami would hit a grand city. Bakugou even thinks that it may have always lead up to that point eventually, considering everything. Starting at their first major squabble a few days after entering UA, and then leading to their exam against All Might, they slowly began to recognize each other's feelings, desires, fiery emotions, pride, and heartbreaks. Being able to finally scream it at the other at Ground Beta lifted a huge weight off both their shoulders. Though it may not have been the best way to work things out, Bakugou wouldn't have it any other way.
His own feelings may have been a mixture of pride thrown at him during his young years, along with the fear of Midoriya surpassing him—something he couldn't quite digest back then. It was coupled with a drop of self-hatred as well; self hatred for not being able to grow stronger in a limited amount of time, for being weak despite all the things he could've accomplished and done. Thankfully, after All Might comforted him, that thought gradually left his mind.
For the rest of his life, the pro-hero knows he'll carry all the pain he's shot at Midoriya. He'll willingly carry it—it's what he deserves. Blinded by his own emotions, blinded by misunderstandings caused by nobody but himself, it's only fair. There is no reason why the other male should be in the wrong, and Bakugou wishes he'd seen that sooner. Or at least before he could've commanded Midoriya to jump off their former school's roof.
Even if his boyfriend would always run up to him and assure him he was forgiven—trust him, he knows he is—he would spend all his life remembering what he did and making sure to give Midoriya all the love and care he can. Bakugou worked hard to edge himself away from his past attitude, and with the help from those around him, Midoriya and him were able to surpass what they've previously built and make up for lost time. They continue to trudge forward, hand-in-hand.
Heading past the airport's glass-rimmed doors, Bakugou walks straight to his black car and climbs inside. The rest of the day is mostly uneventful, except for the dreaded "Lunch date" at some cafe. A certain pair of obnoxious heroes had urged him to go with them after dropping Midoriya off.
Kirishima and Ashido begged the explosive man, and he would jump into a lake of piranhas and be burned alive before he willingly said yes to those scheming idiots. He had told them exactly that, but their goal didn't waver the slightest. It still hasn't wavered.
On a normal day, Bakugou would be heading right back to his comfy abode. Scheming idiots they are, and the man has a steaming suspicion that they invited him on this specific day because they knew he'd end up coming.
Feeling hollow and admittedly desolate after Midoriya's departure, the pro-hero couldn't bury the want for company at the moment. Seriously… how is he going to survive two months without feeling that green-haired nerd on his skin?!
Grabbing the steering-wheel with a grumble, Bakugou starts the engine and skitters off, farther and farther away from his beloved…
God, I need to stop thinking like this, he coaches inwardly.
A good fifteen minutes later and the sandy-haired man finds himself looking at a humble-looking cafe. The building's exterior is made out of red bricks and the sign is equipped with old-fashioned light-up words. He briefly thinks that if the freckled man were here, he'd chirp about how the colour of the cafe kind of reflects Bakugou's own eyes.
He bitterly extinguishes that thought in seconds, and moves his attention to the name of the cafe. Reading the illuminated words, he mutters under his breath, "Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, Coffee." On both sides of this extravagant title are two coffees, also lit up.
Just what exactly are these two, stupid, dumb, presumptuous idiots up to, coming to a cheesy place like this? He braces himself for the worse, and heads in.
On entering, Bakugou is greeted with two things: the recognizable smell of coffee beans, and the also recognizable voice of that damn Shitty-Hair. A tick is already forming near his forehead.
"Baku-bro! Over here, man! We just knew you'd make it!" Kirishima sing-songs, throwing his hands up in the air and maneuvering them wildly.
Stomping over, the explosion user seethes. "Shut it, you fucking extra! You don't have to fucking rub it in, damn it!"
"Aw, is somebody having a bad day? It's okay! Your real best friend, Ashido Mina, is here for you!"
This earns a groan from the fiery male as he takes a seat on the opposite end of the table from the duo, pouting all the while.
"C'mon, don't be like that, man. You're finally here, cheer up will you? Don't be so unmanly!"
"Shut it, tomato-paste."
"Oh! That's a new one!" Kirishima perks right back up, retaliating with a big smile on his face. All Bakugou does is continue brewing his anger until he leaves momentarily to order a cup of coffee. Black with a hint of sugar is how he likes it, and it cheers him up a tiny bit—until he returns to the table and spots his friend's mischievous smiles.
"What now?" Knowing them, they're definitely going to start spewing some sort of nonsense to get under his skin. After years of training and interacting together in UA, this is a given. Bakugou is already mourning his death, knowing there's no escape from their clutches.
Ashido speaks up, "Okay so, recently, Denki actually solved this big case, and he can't seem to shut up about it! Like, can you believe it? This braindead hero actually did something! Oh, oh! And then there's also this place I went to with Tooru-chan! It's…"
After a few sentences, he tunes out Ashido's words, sipping on his coffee as his eyes bore into the white, marble table. He doesn't always do this. Bakugou likes to think he's not always an asshole 24/7, but his heart betrays him as his thoughts begin to wander, drifting off to the person who's been a constant on his mind since the ass-crack of dawn.
"Kacchan! This tea is really good, you liar! I knew cold tea would fit my tastes better. It's like a smoothie, but less sugary and more refreshing, y'know?"
"I didn't ask for an explanation, you damn nerd. Fuckin' hell."
As if to taunt the blonde, Midoriya takes a long hard gulp from his tea, pieces of orange pulp floating near the top of the glass cup along with shredded ice-cubes. Perspiration create rivulets that fly down on all sides of the container.
Bakugou watches this display with twitching, unmoving eyes.
That little shit.
Not only is he ignoring Bakugou, he's looking absolutely stunning while doing it—and the male is sure that Midoriya is aware, but it might just be his own feelings tricking him. For his birthday, the freckled man requested to go to a local teahouse with his boyfriend, and of course, Bakugou would agree. It's his special day after all. So they headed out to a place that looked cozy enough and wasn't too pricey either.
The teahouse's height and width is medium sized, and the colour of the building is a light, ocean blue. It's got the layout of a cottage, with a big chimney and moss growing all around. A trail leading up to the door is composed of rocks, further giving it an old, medieval feeling.
When entering, it's a surprise to see modern, polished wood making up, well, everything. The tables, the flooring, the counters, they're all made of glistening wood, sleek and smooth. Potted plants litter the teahouse, placed on every table, some even being strung up high. On their own table sits a pink orchid, currently in full bloom.
Admittedly, the place isn't bad for an outing. The hot chocolate in Bakugou's hand, which is topped off with chilli-flakes, isn't half bad. Plus, sipping on it gives him an excuse to watch Midoriya do practically anything. He's wearing a skin-tight, black dress shirt. Sleeves are rolled up to expose scars along with hardened muscle. Even if it's just bits of his arm near his hands, hot damn, it still gives off an alluring aura.
Bakugou must have it real hard if Midoriya can woo him just by putting on some black shirt.
But that's not even the end of it.
Thanks to the shirt, Midoriya's neck is open for all eyes to see. Whenever he swallows, his neck ripples slightly, and the explosive man would never have thought that could look so seductive if he had never met the shorter guy. But this is Midoriya Izuku. He can pull off any action and turn it into some sort of suave dance, entrancing all around him with an innocent smile. That includes doing something as simple as drinking tea.
"Wow, I would've never pegged Kacchan to be somebody to stare." Bakugou chokes on his hot chocolate. Midoriya pays this no mind. "Then again, I catch your eyes a lot and all you seem to do is look away… that's mean Kacchan, but it's okay, it's the thought that counts, I think? Anyways, now that I think it over, you might be somebody to stare. Maybe you're just thinking of how to defeat me in a fight later. You're always thinking... Or maybe you just think I look nice? I mean… we are dating after all, so it makes sense."
Bakugou is in so deep, and he knows it. That doesn't mean it makes the situation any less embarrassing. Even for somebody who's constantly being ridiculed and who really doesn't give two shits when it comes down to it, when his love for this green-haired dumbass is pointed out—by said person himself—who wouldn't be sputtering?
"W-what?! Oh my god, you're so fucking… Ugh! Why do I put up with your fucking shit. You didn't have to start mumbling about it! Damn it, Izuku. You're lucky it's your birthday."
Bakugou's words don't lack any real venom to them, and he trusts that Midoriya knows that, having seen his growth up close. It still worries him at times, if he crossed an invisible line that he unknowingly ignored, but his doubts are blasted away in the next few seconds. The greenette flashes a blinding smile that's sure to make even the stormiest of weathers clear.
"I love you, Kacchan."
The adressed puffs out a breath. "Yeah, fuckin' love you too, Deku."
Kirishima and Ashido noticed the far-away look in Bakugou's eyes not a minute after the pink-skinned woman had started to talk. They'd expected it and would respect this action of ignoring them. It's understandable, after all.
Though, they can't keep their mouth shuts when the pro-hero, Ground Zero, known for being highly intimidating at times and causing a ruckus, begins to smile. It's not a full-blown, teeth baring smile, but that may have been much less bizarre than what's happening. It's just a tiny quirk of the lips, his expression betraying raw affection.
A shiver runs through the redhead and acid user's spines.
"B-Bakugou? Man, why are you smiling? It's honestly freaking us out… You've got it deep, bro," Kirishima mutters, chewing on his nails in exaggerated fear.
"Okay but seriously, even if it's kind of cute to see you care about Midoriya-chan, please stop it! It's like I'm in a haunted house and I see something unexpected. It's that kind of weird feeling, and I'm not digging it." Ashido's wish is granted when Bakugou snaps out of his daze and shoots them a half-flustered-half-pissed-off gaze, pink enveloping the tips of his ears.
And then the duo has the nerve to smirk at him, recovering from their shock much too fast. It's a smirk promising even more troubles, and mischief boils in their eyes, practically ready to spill out. He doesn't think he'll get away with daydreaming this time.
"So, since at least one of us has their head stuck in Midoriya Izuku wonderland—" Ashido has to stop to duck from Bakugou's fist, easily evading it. Sadly, it doesn't even throw her off, and she continues, "what's he gonna do in the great country of America?"
Kirishima jumps in, excitedly adding on to the conversation, "Yeah! What is he doing there? Is he just ditching you to go sightseeing without your breath on his skin every five seconds? I don't blame the guy. You can be reeeaaaallllyyyyy clingy when you want to be."
"What the hell? Where'd you guys get that idea from?! He's off doing hero work, assholes. And plus, the US Government specifically requested for him, so if anything, it's a fucking honour, and no, he's not doing it to avoid me, geez."
Kirishima and Ashido sit there with their mouths forming an "O" before an equal amount of pride bursts onto their faces. Non-existent sparkles twinkle around them.
"Woah! That's so manly! Good on him!"
"Yeah, oh my god, I can't believe Midoriya-chan has come so far! I feel like a proud mom…"
"Tch, yeah right, Raccoon Eyes. Like you'd even become a mom, ever," Bakugou says, crossing his arms stubbornly, feeling a tad smug after being made fun of earlier.
Ashido panics for a good four seconds before retorting, "Well, m-maybe you won't even be getting a husband, Katsuki! I bet Midoriya is having an overseas affair." Kirishima and Bakugou's eyes widen at that, one because of fear and the other because of an indistinguishable emotion.
A silence stretches out between them, Ashido not quite catching on to the weight of her words until thirty seconds later, black eyes also widening as she mimics the redhead's look of terror.
Not soon after the woman's revelation, Kirishima is the first to speak again, "Now, now, Mina, let's not say that—"
"Calm the fuck down, Shitty-Hair, it's whatever. Like I'd get pissed off at that. I was fucking joking about the mom thing, okay, Raccoon Eyes? Let's move on." Bakugou leans back in his seat, taking a long swig of his coffee as the other two owlishly exchange glances between the three of them, looking like they dodged a bullet.
The explosive blonde trusts that nerd without a doubt. If anything, Midoriya should be the one cautious of Bakugou's every move, but he isn't, and that alone is enough to secure Bakugou's faith in him forever. He's given him a chance, and he'll be forever grateful. There's no reason to question that trust all of a sudden.
Being rivals for years also granted them the chance to see the other's highs and lows. Seeing the freckled man's pure emotions in battle, seeing how passionate and how much he's worked to become who he is, that's something nobody forgets. Bakugou knows that, because of those emotions, there's no way in hell Midoriya would ever be caught up in an affair. He's much too loyal and good for that.
Snapping out of his stupor, Kirishima starts another conversation, thanking any God up there for how fortunate he is. "Yesterday when I went to the carnival with my folks, I was hanging around the Ferris-wheel, and guess who I saw?" Years of teasing has rendered Bakugou almost immune to the intended effects of teasing, but remembering exactly what happened at that specific carnival that he also went to, he can only think of one reason why Kirishima would bring it up with a voice thick with playfulness.
Before Bakugou could end the topic or slam a fist down the other's throat, Kirishima opens his mouth and gossips merrily, "Exactly who you think, at the top of the Ferris-wheel, kissing a certain pro-hero with fluffy green hair and freckles."
Ashido makes a gagging noise. "Geez, you've softened Bakugou, but that's nothing new at this point. You guys are seriously lovesick lovebirds!" she coos.
The fiery male slams his cup of coffee on the table before yelling, "I am not lovesick you damn alien!" The pink of his ears spread to the base of his neck as he's unable to conceal any of his distress.
It's well known that Bakugou isn't one for PDA, and really, being on a Ferris-wheel shouldn't even be considered a public area. Even with that opinion of his, he still isn't somebody to want to do cheesy things like kiss at the top of a Ferris-wheel either. Yet, he did—because it felt right.
They'd spent the whole day at the carnival: participating in games—and totally destroying any competition—going on wild rides, meeting some fellow fans, and having a delicious lunch. It was a fun day, a good final day before Midoriya's departure.
By the time they went on the Ferris-wheel, the sun was setting and its rays shone through the glass in their pod. This illuminated Midoriya's face, making his emerald eyes a wondrous mix of a forest in spring and a forest in autumn, soft green and brilliant orange clashing. To top it off, he was still chattering and reminiscing about the former hours they spent together, and that pushed Bakugou to steal a quick peck from the greenette. Though, it was only that. A quick peck. He swore nobody would be able to see them, even if they bothered to look.
And of course, the person that did see them had to be fucking Shitty-Hair.
"I don't know what to say Bakugou, but I'm not saying it's bad! I just think it's… interesting, yeah man?" Kirishima supplies, wiping away a few stray tears from laughing. Bakugou simply responds with going back to drinking his coffee, trying his best to cover his embarrassment.
The other two take that as a hint to leave him be for a while, and they start their own idle chat. Bakugou soon slips into a peaceful state of mind and begins to listen to what the troublesome duo are saying, sometimes even jumping in to make comments. Though these idiots could be insufferable at times, they aren't too bad after you get used to them—and Bakugou's spent enough time with them for that.
About thirty minutes later, the phone of pro-hero Ground Zero beeps. He turns it on and sees that he's received a text from none other than Midoriya.
Izuku: hi Kacchan! i just woke up from a small nap and saw the pretty view! thought it would be nice to send to you :D
Attached to the photo is a gorgeous view of the sky, the sun shining from the left corner, its rays piercing through a cluster of clouds.
The sandy-haired man snorts fondly before sending a picture of his coffee mug, the contents drained.
Katsuki: About time you sent me a message, nerd. If I don't get my daily update, I'm going over there myself to kill you.
As expected, Midoriya replies immediately.
Izuku: Kacchan, don't worry, i'll make sure to keep you updated! i wouldn't forget :)
Katsuki: Good. Also I hope you'll be punctuating your sentences correctly during hero patrols an' shit, don't want the heroes over there thinking you're unprofessional, right?
In reply to this, Midoriya floods his messages with exclamation marks and stammers until he pulls himself together to construct a sentence of affirmation, saying that he'll do his best. Bakugou pockets his phone once the greenette informs that he'll be taking another nap, sending one final picture of the skies.
The explosive male finds himself smiling again. That nerd and all his wonders and charms. Even through a phone, he's always able to strike a chord within him, something familiar and soothing and comfortable. Something that they've been able to construct after trial, error, and time.
He wouldn't trade this for the world.
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I love fluffy bois omg ;v; I hope I did them justice aaaaaaaaaaaa
So, yeah, this is how I see their relationship becoming and how Bakugou would grow as well. I mean, already, he's doing his hardest and trying to become a better person, y'know? Eventually he'll become less of an aggressive mean grumpy boi and more of an aggressive(but not too much) grumpy boi. Plus, he'd treat Midoriya just like any other, just like how he's grumpy to his "bakusquad." That's how I see it being :)
Also bless whoever came up with his hero name being "Ground Zero" it's really smart, and it's kind of like how Midoriya got his nickname! And I'm sure this is intentional, since it's Horikoshi, but if you search up Ground Zero, apparently it's also a term used in explosions or something, so hey, cool right?
If you can/want, I'd love to see a comment/review :^) even if it's just a few words, it really brightens my day, and reactions are honestly one of my favourite things—ever! I'm also open to advice, so if you have any, I'll definitely hear you out :)
Umm, thanks for reading? Yeah, haha!